#idk apparently he tried to take it to the courts or something and even the judge was like ''You don't do anything. No.''

[the-punforgiven]

I think it should be illegal for landlords to use a property service that anonymizes them, like, what are you hiding from, buddy? 👁👁

Surely if you just treat your tenants well and do your job, you won't need to hide from anyone, right?

#my bitchass landlord is putting my house up for sale #like excuse you asshole this place is in use #they're gonna be hosting fuckin tours of it for a couple days back to back soon #starting on my sister's fucking birthday?? like bruh what the hell #he's mad he can't raise the rent anymore so he's just trying to sell it #like sorry you can't bleed us for more money while still doing nothing to maintain the property #maybe if there were an appliance that YOU replaced or a repair YOU paid for you might be #idk apparently he tried to take it to the courts or something and even the judge was like ''You don't do anything. No.'' #''you do literally nothing to maintain the property what the hell makes you think you're entitled to even more money bro'' #but noooo that parasite's gotta pull a little bitch fit since he can't get anymore cash for the barest fucking minimum #come out landlord boy I just want to talk #pun's text posts

[sheetsonfire]

I'll Take You Home

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

Genre: Pre-romance, fluff, slight angst

Warnings: Alcohol mention

Word Count: 2853

A/N: I keep dreaming about Hank lately, always trying to get cosy and huggy with him for some reason. (And also a dream about him confessing his love tearfully to Lizzo. Don't ask, idk.) So here's a fic!

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These past few weeks had been the weeks of all weeks when it came to a case’s workload, it had been painstaking in every sense - from gathering evidence to running the city’s streets in the hopes of keeping hold of suspects, to eventually making sure the case would even hold up in court at the end of it. It was all-around worthy of a very very long weekend of junk food, tv and sleep. Yet, the catch was that in amongst your work-life, your personal life had somewhat been put into chaotic confusion. That confusion was fuelled by the existence of none other than your Sergeant, Hank Voight. 

You had been struggling with your ‘crush’ on him for almost a year now, and it was starting to take its toll. You had tried in every way to shake the unwavering urge to be in his aura, to know him personally, more intimately. So much so that from time to time he would raise his eyebrows with a small chuckle, then ask “You good, kid?” To which you’d have to swallow your words, curse your blushing cheeks and nod with a sheepish smile. “Yes, Sarge. All good.” 

To which he’d usually say “Good." and that would be it.

If he ever knew of your feelings he didn’t let on, and he certainly had never called you out on it. As for returning the feelings, well… you thought it would quite frankly be a miracle.

So here you were, fresh off the back of the unending case from hell, and being goaded by the rest of your colleagues and friends to at least join them for “ a few” drinks at the bar. You had already slipped into your most comfortable sweats, a hoodie and some sneakers that had already seen past their glory years, topped with a cosy beanie on your head to keep the chill away. That, apparently, wasn’t the best of excuses as the others had all put their comfort clothes on too, this was simply going to be a chilled out evening with oddly satisfying bar food and several rounds of alcohol to see out the case's end.  

You had subtly, or so you thought, questioned Kim and Adam on whether Hank would be in attendance, to which they shared a glance and chuckled softly at you. Kim poked you gently, “I doubt it, he’s not one for socialising too much, you know that. Are you relieved or disappointed, Y/N?” She winks. 

You stutter on your words for a moment, cursing internally as you try and recover. “What? I was just wondering, he is part of our team last I checked.”

Adam holds his hands up in surrender before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, kissing the top of your head. “We’re just teasing, Y/N. It’s all good, he said he’d probably just head home, so you can relax.” 

You nod meekly, exhaling. You really couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed, but you figured it was an obvious mixture of both. 

Choosing to avoid his name at all costs in the evening, you let your friends carry the topics of conversation, from academy mishaps to relatives who seemed just as unruly and unusual as your own. You laughed, you ate, and you most definitely drank. To the point where Jay, Kim and Hailey began to periodically check on you. You could handle your alcohol physically, but mentally it was an unfortunate feature that you got to a point where emotions would spill out, for better or for worse. So one might imagine the shock and panic you felt when Hank Voight did indeed make an appearance 2 hours into the gathering’s festivities. 

“Hey hey, boss! Good to see you.” Adam cheered.

“Nice of you to join us, Sarge.” Kevin smiled, already standing to get Hank something. 

You sat between Jay and Kim who also greeted your boss, whilst you stayed still and silent, a deer in the headlights as he briefly made eye contact with you and nodded in your direction with a half-smile. In your surprised state, you eventually remembered to nod and greet him in return. 

“Evening, ‘Sarge.” 

“Evening, Y/L/N. Are you enjoying your well-earned break?” You licked your lips, you weren’t sure if he was genuinely enquiring or making a comment on your appearance. You hoped with all you had that it wasn’t obvious that you were drunk as a skunk, but the collection of cocktail glasses, your red-rimmed eyes and your slight slant into Kim’s body seemed to be the giveaway. Yet, in his eyes, sincerity did in fact remain. So you answered, 

“I sure am, Han- Sergeant… Voight.” 

If you could have asked Jay to stand across the other side of the bar and snipe you out, you would have. Wincing at the total mash-up of his name and title. He thanks Kevin for the drink that appears in his hand, and then hides his smile as he takes a sip. 

Unbeknownst to you, Hank was very much aware of your crush on him. Not only did he have eyes, but Trudy Platt did too, and had told him to be careful. To not lead you on and do anything that would end up hurting you. So he hadn’t, he had kept himself away and did his best to not pick up on the sense of your wanting of him. 

In the shuffle around the table, you’re not really sure how you went from being next to Jay and Kim to being next to Hank and Kim, you think you heard something about Jay heading to the bathroom and then grabbing the next round for the others - you made a mental note to kick Jay in the shins later. You hastily took in some of the water you had poured from the pitcher on the table, averting your gaze from Hank’s direction. Eventually, you had become so hot and self-aware, that you had to take off your hoodie, leaving you in an Eagles t-shirt that was a few sizes up from your actual size. Hank glanced your way, seeing how flustered you were he dared not engage you just now, leaving you to nurse your now alcohol-free drink and get your mind back under control. 

Time passes and you feel calmer than you did, occasionally glaring at an apologetic Jay who was also in the loop on your weird, complicated, feelings towards your boss. Kim occasionally pats your leg, talking to you about more horror films she thought you’d enjoy the next time you came over for movie night. That was your element, and you were soon just lost in the animated excitement of talking to your friend. Which, regrettably, led you to supply more money for more rounds, everyone still very much in the joviality of togetherness. 

Hank would occasionally just take in the sight of his team carefree and enjoying each other’s company, especially taken by your passionate conversations with Kim, clearly not aware that you had little by little let yourself relax, and subsequently, your thigh was pressed against Hank’s in the cosiness of the curved booth. Every so often you would lean into his side as you had with Kim, and even more shockingly wrap your arms around him, never quite consciously realising yourself, nor realising the widening of everybody’s eyes each time you did it. Hank simply took it in his stride, gently uprighting you and prying you off after a few moments. Not because he didn’t want to hold you, but because he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed in the morning. 

Another hour passes and the buzz of alcohol starts to snake its way back through your bloodstream, eyes heavy with drunkenness and tiredness, now everything was somehow an amusing maze of topics that crisscrossed, much of the table reflecting the same. It was Jay and Kevin who held their drink the best, suggesting that it was time to call it a night, to which the much more sober Hank agreed. 

Jay and Hailey would be taxiing together, whereas Kim, Ruze and Kevin were doing the same. You had, mistakenly, forgotten to arrange yourself a ride home, not even really intending to be out at all. In the dying moments of the evening, you felt the familiar feelings of heaviness creep up on you, you always felt alone at the end of the night, and the lack of a shared ride only compounded that feeling. It would otherwise not bother you had you been sober, but alas you were most definitely not.  Jay is just about to suggest you ride with him and Hailey when Hank gently places a hand on your arm to steady your swaying frame, he looks at you with a flicker of concern, the sadness in your eyes makes his chest ache,

“I can take, Y/N home, I’m still under the limit and she’s closer to my neighbourhood. If that’s alright with you, Y/N?” 

You don’t immediately process the fact that a) Hank is holding your arm, and b) He’s offering a ride, until your brain completes its surprised buffering and you let a small, “Oh.” You swallow, blinking. Looking from Hank’s hand and your arm to the others, each of them with an amused expression, subtly nodding in encouragement to let Hank look after you. 

“Sure, Sarge. That would be, uh, that would be really helpful. Thanks.” 

“Not a problem, Y/N. Let’s get your sweatshirt back on, it’s cold out.” 

Everyone resumes their gathering of belongings, smaller quieter conversations now that the bar is clearing out for the night. Everyone starts to migrate to the front doors to the sidewalk, but you’re drunkenly fighting the octopus that is the sleeves of your hoodie. 

“Here, I got it.” A firm and soothing voice comes through the barrier of fabric that’s around your head, you feel the light pressure of hands as he helps your head surface through the hole for your head, and then he helps you tuck your arms into the sleeves, eventually pulling it down so that it fits comfortably around you. 

With a fizzing warmth in your stomach, his hand remains on your arm, keeping you focused and upright, for which you’re grateful, and then it’s the classic phrase that you’ve grown attached to, “You good, kid?” 

Hank eyes you curiously, lips turned into a smile, but his gaze holds something else too, something tender, something soft. 

You lick your lips, nodding meekly as you smile back, eventually having the confidence to take steps out from behind the booth and towards the exit with your chaperone. Your legs wobble here and there, but you do a good job of making it out. You find yourself in a hubbub of goodbye hugs and “See you, Monday!” before you just as quickly find yourself alone on the sidewalk in the frost of the Chicago night, with Hank. 

“My SUV is just down this way, you alright to keep walking?” He queries, eyes sincere. 

Your heart is hammering, and you suddenly feel very self-conscious, as though you might be letting him down for not being sober enough. “I’m alright, thank you again for the ride.”

But there’s no hint of annoyance, disappointment or anger in his eyes, only genuine concern about your comfort, “Don’t even mention it. Come on.”

-

You spend most of the ride trying to keep your words in your head, afraid of what nonsense rambling might spill from your lips if you gave them half a chance. Yet, your mouth still finds a way to let a few things escape, 

“It smells good in here. Like leather and aftershave.”

“Good to know it doesn’t smell like garbage.” Hank makes a grunt of amusement, smoothly taking each turn to get to your part of the neighbourhood. 

“You drive good too, sensible, it’s so nice when we’re not in chaos mode.” You sigh wistfully, leaning your head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of your hoodie.

Hank has to press his lips together to keep the laughter in, glancing at your faraway expression, looking the most relaxed you had all night.

You sigh again, humming this time, tracing your fingers across the bumpy texture of panelling on the passenger door, “Oh, Hank. You’re my favourite.” 

This time Hank feels his stomach bloom into a flurry of butterflies, he knows you’re not at all in awareness of what you’re saying, but it affects him all the same. He had been trying so hard to quell the feelings he might have for you in return, but with each passing day, it seemed to get all the more difficult. He doesn’t respond to your words, however, with a cursory glance he sees that you’ve dozed off against the door, light huffs of breath filling the silence of the car. 

-

You were supposed to be dropped off at home, but it was with great surprise that you discovered your keys had been left in your locker at the District and were not actually in your bag. 

Those melancholy emotions started to bubble up inside you once again, feeling like a massive inconvenience for bringing Hank to a building you couldn’t even get into. 

“I’m so sorry, Hank. I’ll just get a cab back to the district, sleep it off there and drive home tomorrow. Don’t worry, I’m so sorry, I’ll get out now…” 

“Y/N, it’s alright, why don’t you-”

“God, I’m such an idiot, always an idiot in front of you, I’m really sorry, really-”

Hank doesn’t yell, but he does take a firmer tone with you to get your attention. 

“Y/N, hey. Listen. It’s absolutely fine. You can sleep in the guest room at my house, then we’ll take you to the District tomorrow to pick up your keys. Alright?” 

He has his hands on your shoulders, imploring you to keep focus, eyes shine in your tears but you can see he is serious about the offer and yet again there’s no trace of irritation. 

“Okay, okay. Yeah, that would be great. Th-thanks.” 

“Good. All right, back in we get, my place is only 5 minutes from here anyway.” 

-

It’s almost like you blink and the five minutes were gone, now shakily gripping the handrail on the stairs that lead to Hank’s front door. He fishes out his own keys from his jacket and pushes the door open, a hand on the small of your back as he guides you through. Gently steering you to sit on a chair in the hallway as he crouches to undo the laces on your sneakers. 

You sit quietly, letting him do the work as you take in the emptiness of his home. It wasn’t empty of material goods, but it felt lonely. Your stomach clenched in sadness for him, looking back down as he carefully pulled your feet loose. You never wanted him to feel that kind of sadness, and you sneakily swipe a tear away whilst his attention is elsewhere. Once he’s done he stands back up, smiling warmly, as he pulls you to your feet once more. 

“Let’s get you up to bed, then I’ll bring you some water and pills.”

You look at him with such gratitude, “Thank you. Again. Really I mean it.” 

“I know you do, sunshine. It’s no sweat.” 

He doesn’t bat an eyelid as he throws out the term of endearment, meanwhile your mind catapults with shock, he had never ever called you something like that. And to hear it was, quite frankly, an absolute delight. 

Your chest radiates warmth, and in the next moment, you’re no longer in your hoodie again, your body melting into the plushness of a mattress and plump pillows.. Your hat has been put with it on the chair next to ‘your’ bed for the night, socks are pulled off with the same gentle nature as your shoes, and you look up through drowsy eyes to see Hank smiling again. 

“I’ll be right back. Just get comfy, and if you need anything you let me know, alright?” 

You hum, allowing yourself to wriggle under the covers and feel the softness of the linen, it was utter bliss at the end of a long day. 

You’re on the verge of sleep when Hank reappears with water and tablets as promised, setting them on the nightstand, he then sets down an extra item of a bowl. Presumably, for the scenario of not making it to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He observes you for a moment. 

“Okay, that’s us for the night. I’m going to be next door, if you need anything at all, you just wake me up, okay? Sleep well, Y/N.”

“You sleep well too, Sarge. Sleep…sleep happy… dreams…” You mumble, already in your preferred sleeping position, melting into rest. 

Just as your eyes fall shut, moving into the further depths of sleep, you’re faintly aware of soft lips on your forehead, and a low rumbled whisper to the room, 

“You’re my favourite too, Y/N.”

-

Fin.

#hank voight #hank voight x reader #one chicago #chicago pd

[redheadspark]

hi! idk if u are taking requests but could u do smth like ~ writer+political radical reader! + benedict bridgerton?

thank u and love everything u write! <3

A/N: This is very cute! Sorry for taking forever to writ it, real life got in the way! Thanks for the request

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Summary: After Benedict stumbles upon one of your old pieces in one of the gossip columns, his reaction was not what you expected.

Warnings: Just some fluff

"Darling, what's this?"

"What, dear?"

You poked your head up and saw what Benedict was holding, a stack of old newspaper clippings in his hand. For a split second you didn't register the septic clippings he was harnessing, but then it dawn o you. Your blood went cold, your eyes going wide and nearly popping out of yoru shell as Benedict was scanning the article on the top of the stack, his eyes going back forth.

Within seconds, he was grinning.

"Is this--" He stared, but you glided across the room to attempt to snatch the papers from his grasp. He was quicker, his grin was infectious and almost enduring as he moved away as you tried to get it again.

"You're the Anonymous Pin Pal named Rog?!" He asked in a shocked tone, you blueing like mad and your attempting one more time before he took it out of your reach within a millisecond. It was something you thought you buried in the past, something you placed far away in the past memories that you knew were probably foolish in partaking in. Once you were married you thought they would never resurface again.

But your husband found them otherwise, you being carless as you were cleaning out one of your old trunks of writing pieces and trinkets you brought from your old home.

"They are not mine--" You attempted to intervene, but Benedict read a few lines from the article on the top.

" 'As for the Savington Family, their notorious balls and social parties have been the talk of the town with lavish food and political word wars amongst the men. There was no dull point in conversation, and maybe some chairs shattered to bits'....Are you kidding me?!"

Finally, you snagged the papers from his hands and held it against your chest, Benedict eying you with a raised brow as you were taking a moment to collect your own thoughts in what you were going to say to your husband. It wasn't that he saw you as the squeaky clean young woman who would be his perfect wife. He liked your boldness and quirky nature, which was perfect in his own bold family. But this was something you never told him, not even when he was courting you.

This was a well hidden secret you've had since you were a teen.

"Yes....yes it is me," You replied softly, Benedict grinning widely as he crossed his arms in front of himself and leaned back on the table behind him while you spoke, "It was merely a hobby that I started, and I knew the editor of that paper. I asked to write a snuff piece about the balls in the season, giving my honest opinion about them....and apparently I was popular,"

"Apparently?" Benedict asked, you freezing for a moment. You thought, for a split moment, that Benedict would hate you. He came from a family that went to balls during the social season, they were always in attendance and are always the talk of the ball. Of course there were a few hiccups with their family, one scandal and then another that seemed to make their name be smeared in the mud. At the time, long before you knew Benedict or any of his family, you were tempting to right such things about them.

Tempted is the word, but you never did.

You were more on the political stance, fighting behind a pen name for some of the social issues that were big at the time. The rights fo women, proper education for all whether rich or poor, government changes that better the people. That was what you thrived on, and your pieces that you wrote were both intense and smearing the faces of the government and it's racial system. People were eating up your pieces left and right, agreeing with your ideas and assumptions of what you thought should change. But you never thought in a million years that the rich and elite would want to read your own pieces since it was mostly aimed at the poor and the ons who wanted change.

"May I say something you and be frank?" Benedict asked, searching your eyes as you nodded your head slowly.

"Of course, please," You replied, watering what was going on in his head. Did he see you as radical? A fraud? A liar?

"I followed every article you've ever written," He explained, your breath was slowing down as he was smiling, "Every piece you're ever written and published, I read it word for word. What you've read and printed.... I found it fascinating and beyond moving."

"You....you liked what I wrote?" You asked, thinking it was too good to be true. Benedict moved up from his perched spot and over to stand in font of you, moving slowly to make your heads stop hiding the paper in your fingers against your chest. He cradled the papers, as if they were delicate glass, to have your joined hands hold the articles on the top of your palms and between the pair of you.

"I adored what you wrote," He softly stated to you, "I know plenty of others adored your pieces too. I can't tell you how many nights I've discussed with my brothers what you have written and how....raw and truthful they are. Your mind is vast and so knowledgeable...and to think that it was you,"

He paused, moved to place the papers on the table behind him to then come back and lace your fingers together gently.

"I already knew from the moment I met you that your mind and vass intelligence was one of the things that I would fall in love with first, along with your smile of course. You have a fire in you for saying what's on your mind and never hold back, and I admire that more than anything. Now I see where that fire came from, and I'm honored to see and hear a glimpse of that everyday."

You were grinning softly then, hearing the praises from Benedict and how he adored what your mind was like. He always liked hearing what was on your mind, you two were already engrossed in thought evoking conversations before you were even officially courting. Anything you talked about, Benedict listened whole heartedly. He didn’t mind hearing your views that seemed very specific or enlightening, asking more provoking questions to tap into your mind more.

It made courting him, later marrying him, seem so easy like breathing. You two match each other in your personalities and in your intelligence.

"And may I say, being married to one of the best radical writers of our age is quite....dare I say....beyond sexy," He said to you, his lingering tone almost made you blush as his hands went to slip around your waist, "Have I ever told you it was one of my fantasies to sleep with a writer?"

"Was? Not longer a fantasy I take it?" You coyly asked back, seeing him bit his lower lip as your reached up to release a few button on his waistcoat, "Maybe I can bring that fantasy back then,"

Benedict only chuckled as you pushing his waistcoat, tossing it behind him your old articles as Benedict threw off his shirt and pulled you into his arms.

The End.

#benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict x reader #benedict bridgerton #luke thomspon #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fandom #fanfiction #writing #bridgerton

[arcplaysgames]

Back in P4G. Yukiko's whole thing seems to be that she's so anxious about her family's inn that she misses a lot of social cues, especially ones she doesn't want to deal with right now, like romance. Also, this dude from another school just showed up to ask her out??? Where the fuck is there even another school around here?

Don't go to a second location with strangers.

I've lived in these exact types of small towns, lmao. They call it a suburb but it's very rural. If you have a fucking field and multiple farmers around, that's a rural town.

holy shit chie. i'm trying to give you a fair shake here but damn. Punching people in the nuts and asking invasive questions and revealing your best friend has never had a boyfriend is a LOT.

It's very odd but even though everyone here is around the same age as the P3P cast, Chie strikes me as emotionally much younger. But hey, I was harsh on Yukari in P3P and got schooled when she turned out awesome. I got hope for you, Chie.

Okay so. School was let out suddenly because a murder. ALSO THE BODY WAS HANGING FROM A TELEVISION ANTENNAE. And come to find out, it was the local reporter who's embroiled in some... local... scandal thing? (If this game expects me to care about a councildude who did an affair, idk man, i just work here.)

[CARTOMANCY CORNER]

She was hung upside down. Interesting. As a Hanged Man Stan, I have to say that the card is often about a willing sacrifice. You are suspending yourself in an inverted state in the hope of having some sort of epiphany brought on from the new perspective. It comes at a significant risk though, as you may be dooming yourself to death or madness by taking that chance.

While the Wheel of Fortune is about fate being kind or cruel, Hanged Man is about taking the dice in hand and rolling them. I don't know if this lady was an investigative journalist, but if she happened to place herself in a dangerous situation in the search for a scandalous truth and died for it, that's Hanged Man to a T.

[/CARTOMANCY CORNER]

Anyway.

This shot is pretty.

Went to the shrine and it told me to get the fuck out. Hey, rude.

...

Well at least he let me ride on his bike, that's cute. I can't tell if I like Yosuke (not Yusuke, I guess that's ANOTHER Persona character, whoops) or if I just really like his voice acting. Hard to tell.

After class he invites me out for grilled steak as thanks and uh

This is entirely my damage of coming from an incredibly food-insecure upbringing, but man, what the fuck, Chie. You already KICKED HIM IN THE NUTS, you don't get to extract more concessions.

Okay, do I like Yosuke, or do I get Cheerful Bully vibes from Chie? HM.

also yukiko you're like 16, please don't even step on a weight scale, goddamn. send me back to Iwatodai, please. I think P4 has mentioned girls' weights more already than in the entirety of P3P.

Anyway, Yukiko is off to work on her very concerning teenage eating disorder while Yosuke takes everyone to the local...

Junes is easy to dismiss as a Japanese Walmart--

wait. i have to google something right now.

Okay, Walmart tried to move into the Japanese market by purchasing a chain called Seiyu, but as of 2020 they are almost entirely out of the game, sold most of their shares, and apparently they just don't do well in non-American markets. Interesting to know!

ANYWAY MY POINT WAS, Junes is less Walmart and more Target-meets-Costco. A very pleasant place to shop with good marketing and food provided on-site, but also still undercutting and screwing the local businesses. Yosuke works for TargetCo. Costget.

also Chie complains that Yosuke changed the plan from grilled steak to food court and I'm plastering on a smile and chanting give her a chance, we are less than two hours in here.

Saki works here too, she's "senpai" so I assume a senior, and Yosuke's got a transparent crush and she is Not Interested. Also the vibes are Bad, like she can tell Yosuke is a good guy but his business is putting her family's liquor store in jeopardy, so.

Man, remember when my group drama was whether Junpei and Akihiko could successfully talk to girls at the beach? Man. 😬😬😬

Saki comes over to basically neg Yosuke???? So our man Reverie asks her if she though Terezi and Vriska were pale or black or red until she leaves, saving the day. Phew.

Aaaaaaand here we go. Some PLOT. Thank you god. Everyone agrees to try the Midnight Channel thingie.

Did this game have these anime cutscenes originally? I avguely remember them but not how LONG they are. Were these repurposed from the anime or made bespoke? Anyway, they look great.

Saki is on the Midnight Channel, and then our heroic dumbfuck almost gets eaten by the TV.

good job, idiot.

#p4 #persona liveblog #cartomancy

[leseigneurdufeu]

Please give an opinion on The Remarried Empress, especially S2

I liked S1 but S2 kinda left a sour taste in my mouth and I'd like to hear a hot take about it

General opinion:

In their world, having a concubine is totally legal so I'm not going to go after Rashta as a homewrecker, only as a scheming hypocrite.

That being said: I love Sovieshu x Navier's relationship, but I do have qualms about the fact that he becomes immediately jealous and suspicious when she spends time with other men. On the other hand, while she was being professionnal, said men (Kaufmann and Heinley) both were meeting with her with ulterior motives (the romantic kind).

While we're on the characters, let's explore:

- Our Male Lead, Heinrey: I hate him. It might just be due to personnal taste but I don't get why "puppy labrador man" is considered more attractive than "tall dark and handsome" Sovieshy. But that's just on the attractive side. Nothing to warrant hatred. So let's get to his personnality. He 1) approached Navier with the intention to destroy her and only came back on his idea when he fell in love with her, 2) used his bird form to see and touch her in ways that he shouldn't and deceived her (if we use Kenna as an example, same situations but he managed to avoid all that), 3) apparently has something to do with the magic disappearing, which is part of some grand scheme to completely destroy Navier's country, but he spares Navier and her little protegee to avoid hurting Navier's feelings. His behaviour is creepy and stalkish and him trying to destroy everything and everyone oh wait no, let's make an exception for the woman he's obsessed with, is a behavioral red flag for fictional characters as far as I'm concerned.

- Sovieshu: like said before, he might be a bit jealous and not really trust Navier. On the other hand, the situation proved him right since not only did both men who meet her fall in love with her and asked her to follow them to their country but she even accepted one of them. Yeah sure he shouldn't have put her in a difficult position by bringing in a side girl and try to make her empress. But again, in the world where they live it's perfectly normal, not a complete betrayal. The only mistake he made, in my eyes, was to try to make Rashta empress instead of Navier when Rashta is so blatantly uncapable of everything. And not making Navier aware of his double-swap plan.

- Navier: I like her and she makes an efficient empress but my brain just starts lagging then bugging when i think about how she went for Heinrey instead of having a discussion with Sovieshu to manage a common plan that would benefit both (like for example having her simulate a pregnancy, then pass Rashta's kid as her own and pretend Rashta's died at birth, idk, i've got tons of stupid ideas that would work better than Sovieshu's double-swap plan).

- Kaufmann: what the heck??? It might be because the webtoon is an adaptation and maybe his role is more important in the source material idk but he seems so irrelevant to the plot except for the time he tried to make Navier give a rape drug to her husband when she never even asked him to meddle with their love life in the first place (and even if she did it would still be wrong to suggest rape drug but you get what i mean).

- Krista: people who smear her don't realize that Krista-Navier is exactly Navier-Rashta except we see everything from Navier's pov. And I like her for that. She is not overly antagonistic. She just stands her ground and refuses to be more friendly to Navier than she wants to. To Navier = to That Girl the emperor brought in who is absolutely not qualified at the moment to be empress and who is trying to one-up you despite you having been here longer and being the former empress and also trying to sway the court to her side and make you the bad guy. Krista seeing Navier arrive is the same as Navier seeing Rashta arrive and I wish people just realized that.

Anyway now that we're done with that let's dig into the plot.

Navier and Sovieshu are basically soulmates. They've known each other since their childhood, she's the perfect empress for the empire and the perfect wife for him and he's the perfect husband for her. They're so in tune with each other and so close and all! Great couple!

He... finds an escaped slave during a hunting trip, ok. Brings her to the palace? Weird reaction but ok we need a plot. Makes her his concubine? I mean, again, in their world, it's not such a weird/bad reaction. Then she becomes pregnant from him. (he mentionned that despite a long married life, Navier had never become pregnant so i looked it up and apparently they have been married only 3 years before he brings Rashta home? like wtf dude? but anyway he later explains why he has good reasons to believe Navier is sterile other than not having children with him yet so the excuse is stupid but the reasonning is comprehensible.

That Navier refuses to adopt Rashta's child and taht Rashta refuses to give up her child, it's completely normal. That Sovieshu plans to divorce Navier, make Rashta his empress, then divorce her after the birth and take Navier back, it's stupid. Making the whole plan without even putting Navier in the secret is just plain stupid. She's smart and bright and efficient and (ok maybe lowkey a mary sue but we need some in our reads) she loves him and if she had known she could have told him why it was a stupid plan, draft a better one, make everyone happy.

Anyway so far that's my ideas about the series.

About season 2 particularly:

Navier goes to the new empire. Whole Krista situation in which i wholeheartedly support Krista. Heinrey suffers no consequences at all for repeatedly stalking Navier, pushing her boundaries, intruding upon her, etc, both in bird and human form, nor does he suffer any consequences for lying to her, deceiving her, touching/seeing her in inappropriate ways without her consent, or even making everyone around her and in her empire suffer from his initial plan of destroying them all which he only amended to exclude her from the destruction. As far as I'm concerned, Heinrey is the vilain of this story, but from what I know (which i hope I'm wrong) he's supposed to be the good guy but ok.

Loving Rashta spiraling down in paranoia because of Ergi. I still don't know what his deal is but I love what I see. I know I said I wouldn't judge her for being a homewrecker when she's not by their world's standards, but 1) she still is a hypocritical piece of shit and 2) I still unconsciously consider her kind of a home wrecker because the standards in my world are not the same as the ones in her world.

Anyway I'm pretty sure nobles sent gifts to her for her wedding (unless they all refused to because she's always prioritizing the smallfolks, but while it's possible I find it inplausible that all of them would do that) (also, Ergi's gift was half under a sofa so it's probable it just fell from a pile and then the other gifts were removed: either he got them out of the room to make her spiral down even more or Sovieshu took them and will tell her only later that for reason X or Y he didn't want them to stay in her room?). But seeing her accuse Navier of putting people against her when all she did was worry about people talking in her back when she was there? I love a good quid pro quo.

Seeing Rashta wearing the same dress and hairdo as Navier did, in the second-to-last episode of season 2, really shows how she's become desperate. She wants to find the secret ingredient that made Navier being loved by everyone, but she can't find it, because 1) this ingredient is partly the author's favor, 2) she has very bad advice from Ergi and 3) Navier had her whole life to learn how to navigate politics and Rashta just arrived.

The Lotteshu subplot of Rashta's previous child? I like it but I don't know where it will go. I saw a comment somewhere about how Sovieshu might be the one sterile and Rashta's child might not be his, I don't know what to think of this.

I also love Navier's brother, can't remember his name. He's... a lot, but in a good way? I guess? And I like her new lady-in-waiting who's got a spear in her back all the time. So anyway here was my whole thing.

TL;DR of the hot takes:

Heinrey is the bad guy of the story.

Rashta is actually not so bad as the fandom paints her (although she still is bad)

Ergi is entertainingly despicable.

Kaufmann is also questionable.

Sovieshu is the closest thing from a good guy we have among the male leads.

#the remarried empress #webtoon

[s0urfangs]

I gotta toss you Morred. I think that there's a lot of untapped potential between "curious-to-a-fault Chaotic Little Guy artificer" and "curious-to-a-fault Chaotic Little Guy alchemist", and I want to watch the world burn -@alma-draws

OK. THIS IS AN INTERESTING ONE.  

They'd be great friends if not for Morreds past. Anything more? God FORBID. Feds needs calming the heck down not hyping up MORE!! 

I gotta start adding readmores to my walls, bear with me.

There's some hangups here, so this is probably not what you are expecting from my beloved boy at all - I said in another ask but Fedsy has MASSIVE issues with the nightmare court and their experiments, considering that's why he's a little messed up himself. 

If he found out about Morreds background, (Which he most likely would due to his reputation and also activating a rant by asking him about the dream) your guy would be getting 50 types of sarcastic bastard instead of the fun "ooh, what does this do" type.

Morred would proooobably be able to see him lose that enthusiasm and put that barrier up halfway through a conversation if he's astute enough. Can't say Feds recognises it himself since, well, obviously it’s just part of who he is. You are going to have to build his trust and it is going to take a WHILE but he’ll linger anyway because he just wants to know things. Is he your friend? no. maybe. He’s stood 5ft away scowling at you and watching you work but cannot resist pointing out any mistakes you are making or asking about something he finds interesting. He's sulky about this and his apparent lack of self control in terms of just ignoring the guy. He can approach you but you can't approach him or he will THROW KNIVES AT YOU. He needs to pretend he has control here and isn't following an impulse and dealing with so many thoughts inside his brain at once. Shelter cat energy.

There are many sides to Feds; he can be a little volatile, mostly as the story progresses. Sorry Morred. You have to prove yourself. Cause some problems for the right people. I think, eventually, Feds would just start testing him with increasingly chaotic suggestions as for how to enhance his work alongside Feds abilities. He could be tempted to say he’s okay with certain things if he sees the person or their abilities would be of use or interesting to him, but. He’s not. He’s grumping inside his head. maybe plotting. Befriend him fast before he decides he's had/learnt enough and tries something against you. um. If he saw One Thing that just GOT him he would flip, despite potentially treading the line before. He would go feral. Idk, not a Morred example since I'm unsure what exactly he'd do, but if you kicked a dog. you are literally going to die now. He’s on a case by case basis and very emotionally driven.

To be honest even if they were enemies I think it would be funny as hell. like. Feds is attacking him (again, does this once a month). They both see something cool. Stop fighting for a moment, or see something worse than them. both kill that together in SECONDS. Ok cool. Start fighting each other again. everyone is terrified of them. I think they’d have a really volatile friends/enemies/friends again/ work colleagues now/ DIE/ hey nice outfit where did u get that/  relationship. Nobody gets involved they're just like no yeah this is how mesmers make friends its fine its normal. 

I like to think they’d eventually end up as friends. feds gets over some stuff. They both do. Maybe. They band together. I dunno, I feel they'd lend themselves well against the mordrem- Feds would happily spend so much time trying to figure out how to turn everything in that jungle against its own, but he really needs someone to help utilise that research. One time they accidentally made a dagger that heals people as soon as you stab them.    

Also. 

There's no way Fedsy doesn't admire his flair for the dramatic at least a little. He'd bounce off that. 2 theatre kids doing science what will they do. 

#a lot of this obviously depends on how morred responds. but #this was INTERESTING and excuse the chaotic writing. fedsy has a chaotic response #morred dude you are properly activating his anxiety stop it hes already stressed hGFBHJB #ocposting #silvpost #fedsy #morred #ask game #THANK YOU FOR SENDING IT IN! god only knows how many words this is lol

[rexscanonwife]

Howdy Brie!!! I'd love if you introduced me to your s/i and also to Boba!! Idk anything about either really so feel free to use this as an opportunity to ramble/info dump✨❤️!!!!

Clover @tex-treasures

Hellooo Clover! Thank you so much for the ask, I hope you're doing well today!! ♡ It would be my pleasure, hehe!

Well, this is one of the rare instances where the s/i I'm using has a different name from me, that being Vega Torren, and a slightly different personality from mine/the one I use for The Clone Wars! She was born and raised on Tatooine, the desert planet that both Anakin and Luke Skywalker are from. She lived with her father who was secretly an ex-Jedi who was dispelled from the Order long before it was destroyed, before he's killed by some ruffians and she's sold into slavery at about age 13. Around 16 years of age she escapes and seeks shelter in a cantina where her captors catch up with her to try and take her back, and she kills one of them in the altercation with a weapon of her own design while the other is shot dead by a bounty hunter employed by Jabba the Hutt who just happened to be there at the time. A Twi'lek named Oberon, he sees potential in her and decides to convince Jabba to buy her freedom so he can continue to train her in combat and teach her the trade and he becomes sort of a surrogate father figure to her! She's a touch sardonic, clever, and slightly more jaded than I am, trying to keep her emotions close to her chest so they don't distract her from her work, but her compassion tends to shine through even when it doesn't benefit her! Basically she has soft spots, and they're easy to exploit once you know them so she tries to keep them secret.

Boba Fett is a pure genetic copy of Jango Fett, the man that all clones in The Clone Wars are made from yes even Rex I have a type don't @ me. He was meant to be Jango's son, with no tampering with his genetic makeup, no accelerated growth and nothing to make him less aggressive/more obedient like the other clones. While not everyone in the SW universe sees it this way, he truly feels that Jango was his father and it's clear that they loved each other very much, which sucks because he watches his father get killed by the Jedi at age 10 (specifically Mace Windu, fuck that guy!) and from there starts his tumultuous life of bounty hunting. If I'm being perfectly honest I didn't...really care about him all that much for a while. x'3 In the movies Empire Strikes Back and Return of The Jedi he's...around. He doesn't necessarily say or do much other than stand around and look cool, and take Han to Jabba, and he actually does show up in the Clone Wars tv show a couple of times! He didn't leave the biggest impression on me really until his appearance in The Mandalorian and his show The Book of Boba Fett that I actually started really liking him! Really really liking him apparently...>//>

It's more complicated stuff that I could probably go on for hours about, but the short version would be it's about him being left for dead in the desert, being taken in by Tusken raiders, and eventually how he takes over the seedy underbelly of Tatooine and becomes the new crime lord, or Daimyo (hence my ship tag hehe). Vega and Boba had a few flings here and there pre-Empire Strikes Back and were secretly very important to each other, but kinda kept each other at arm's length back then because of their lifestyles. In the 'Book of' era, they'd finally start breaking down their walls a bit, especially since Boba is in search of something a little more solid than the life of a bounty hunter, so he'd try to finally start properly courting her!

#brie babbles #self insert talk #💚 daimyo's desire 💚 #tex! #djhkg sorry i got to this a little late #i knew id be writing like big ol paragraphs and i got sick so im a little slow but!! #imma be answering these soon as i can #i really am having fun thinking about them and about how their relationship progresses #like. its so interesting and kinda different from what i usually do?? #usually im like so fucking deeply in love with my f/os and it shows in all the affection i give them and id be all over them in canon #but for this one despite how much he DOES mean to vega she finds it hard to express it #she likes being with him and they do...yknow ;) #and they did share moments of genuine tenderness and love when they were younger that stuck with them forever #but bounty hunting isnt the most STABLE #and feelings can lead you to get hurt #i think she'd still be bounty hunting when they meet again in 'book of' #and thats when those feelings all come flooding BACK to both of them and he realizes that he could lose her forever if he's not careful #anyways this is a lot of tag rambling THANKS FOR THE ASK BBY #AS ALWAYS IM KISSING YOU ON THE FOREHEAD #parental death tw

[the-invisible-queer]

Not sure what was in the water last night but I also dreamed of Nick being violent lol. In my dream the guys were suing their manager/team for some reason I don’t remember, so they were going to court all together. There were a bunch of people waiting outside the courthouse for them, some fans (including me apparently) trying to show support I guess but also a bunch of paps filming and shouting questions and stuff, just generally being invasive. As they were walking by one of the paps made a snarky comment to Joe about how he just can’t stay out of court or something, and Nick just instantly got super mad and grabbed the guy’s camera from him while yelling at him to leave Joe alone, and when the guy tried to grab it back Nick just fucking decked him in the face lmao. The guy punched back and then they just started like fully brawling on the ground in front of the courthouse, surrounded by a huge crowd of people just standing there watching/filming/taking pictures. Kevin and a security guard were trying to pull them apart while Joe was just kinda standing there watching in shock and then I woke up. So that was weird and dramatic lol. On one hand I want to say it’s sweet that Dream Nick was so fiercely protective of Joe even though the dude’s comment wasn’t even that bad lol but on the other hand…maybe he does need anger management classes 💀

HONESTLY

Them be fighting words because I'd fucking fight a bitch for speaking out of turn like that to Joe too

So Nick is valid

It's just disrespectful

Especially if that dream takes place anywhere near the divorce

Nick and Joe are best friends and you know literal brothers so it makes sense that Nick would get protective

I've seen Nick hug Joe more on The Tour than like the whole 17 years I've been paying attention to them

Kevin being damage control and trying to break it up is on brand

Joe staring in shock is a little off brand I feel like he'd tell Nick to leave it alone and wrap his arm around hom to physically remove him from the situation before it got out of hand

But Nick really said keep my brother's name out yo fucking MOUTH as he SHOULD

Idk what's with the aggressive Nick dreams

I don't see him like that AT ALL

At worst I see him as an unapologetic asshole sometimes but that's me projecting my bad experiences with Virgo men on him

I don't think any of the three of them are like that or have the ability to be like that

I mean they were raised pentecostal Christian and homeschooled I'm surprised they ever learned how to socialize before the Disney era

NOW FRANKLIN

If it came out tomorrow that Franklin got into a fight I'd be unphased

He gives me brings brass knuckles to a fight vibes like Franklin gives me Jersey guy ready to fight when he needs to vibes over the other three

And I can see Franklin fighting someone if they said disrespectful to his brothers because he still sees them as his heroes and us a bigger ride or die Jonas Brothers fan than ANYONE

Franklin is THE #1 JB stan wholeheartedly

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Stage Fright || Drabble

Fandom: Ace Attorney       Wordcount: 3861 Warnings: collapsing structure. Idk about anything else, let me know. Summary: A set up stage turns out to not be capable of carrying the weight it should, but why?

---------------------------------------- Athena had legitimately been begging Klavier to tell her when he would next set up a concert around the district court; for she was fascinated by the whole process of how a show like that was put together. And ever since he actually told her about an upcoming concert he was holding, she had been pestering Apollo and Simon both about joining in her excitement over the whole thing.

Especially since it was basically a stone’s throw away from the courthouse.

“So remind me again why we let her strongarm us into this?” Apollo sighed, only to get a shrug from Blackquill as a response.

Probably because neither of them was immune to her puppy dog eyes when she asked for company like she did. They found Klavier, he was discussing something with a tech who left after their conversation together. Athena excitedly greeted him, while Apollo and Simon just kept to themselves for a moment.

“So you will show me everything, right? Tell me what everything does, I’m so curious!”

“Ja, ja, easy does it, Fraulein Sunshine,” Klavier laughed, before gesturing at all of them to come join him on the stage.

While it was basically akin to a tour of the stage, Klavier had no intention of tour guiding them all along. As far as he was concerned, they could stick to whatever interested them the most while he talked about what went into the set up and how he tried to keep everything visually interesting for his fans. Well, as far as it still complied with safety measurements, of course.  

Because he wasn’t herding them like cattle, and they probably wouldn’t appreciate that in the first place, Apollo and Athena ended up near the back of the stage looking at the speaker set up and the drum set. Meanwhile Klavier had walked all the way to the front of the stage, looking out on the square where the fans would eventually be. Maybe it needed a little more space, and he was mentally placing some safety measures around the field as well.

The last thing he wanted was to create some kind of stampede in what was going to be a big crowd.

Simon joined him, following his gaze and honestly being lowkey amused at seeing Klavier so deep in thought that the German prosecutor’s hands started to move all by themselves; seeming visualizing the thoughts in his head. Of course, Klavier couldn’t think silently. He didn’t even have to be vocal about it apparently, his hands did the talking for him.

Either way, between the four of them there was shared silence or some minor chatting going on, mostly between Apollo and Athena.

That is, until Athena suddenly went silent as her sensitive ears picked up a sound. A sound she very much did not like hearing; the slightest crackle of wood that was buckling under weight it couldn't handle.

In a quick reaction Athena grabbed hold of the back of Apollo's vest, pulling him back in a hard yank. The noise she heard was quickly increasing in volume as the wood of the stage indeed gave out, taking the drums and a speaker down with it in the chaos; loud enough to probably be heard in the buildings surrounding what happened. Maybe even at the district court.

Because of her hearing she also heard that the heavy lights fixed to the metal frame high above were also starting to sway; and one of them-

 "Simon, light, move!"

 It was a good thing she was one of the few people on a similar vocal volume as Apollo's chords of steel. Simon took one quick glance at the lights above his head, and then simply responded to her command to move by basically throwing his full bodyweight to his left side- swiftly taking Klavier with him in a dive off the stage as the fixture of a light snapped off and came falling down, making yet another hole in the stage as it crashed straight through the wooden structure.

After that and after the dust had settled, both parties of the four heads counting group either got up, helped each other up, or dusted off their clothes.

"Everyone still in one piece?" Athena called

"Yeah, just some bruises," Klavier called back, "That's kind of the result when you attempt to crowd surf without a crowd."

Simon rolled his eyes at that, easily grabbing onto the other prosecutor and pulling him back to his feet. Heavens above, it would be lovely if Klavier would take something seriously for a change. He looked at him annoyed when Klavier looked over the stage in irritation, and only seemed to have something to say about how setting everything back up would take up so much time.

“I think your bigger concern right now should be the fact that this almost got us and yourself killed,” he dryly remarked, only to be met with an absolute spiteful angry glance. Oh, did he want to play it that way? Sure, he could do that

“Don’t. You. Dare,” Simon growled when Klavier opened his mouth to probably say something in an overdramatic manner. Klavier paused for a moment, before just giving Simon another spiteful look.

“Oh sure. It’s my fault, is it?”

Athena placed herself between both of them and hushed them to deescalate the situation, when some other people in the vicinity came running over to see what had caused the massive crash they had heard. It was then decided between the four of them to just return to the district court, shake off the clearly shaken emotions of everyone, and just get something to drink.

They arrived at the court room and got Apollo, who was most shaken by the whole ordeal, sat down on one of the benches in the lobby. Athena fetched him some water, Simon sat down on another bench nearby and Klavier was furiously texting a whole bunch of people to see what kind of damage control could be done about the stage.

It was at that point that Nevada and Mary popped in; they had heard the sound in the distance and still had no idea of what had been going on.

“What happened?!” was therefor the first thing that left Nevada’s mouth, while Mary just looked around in overwhelmed confusion as to who even needed help.

And before anyone else even had a chance to say anything, Klavier responded as matter-a-factly as he could with

“The stage collapsed; it’s fine.”

Simon just covered his eyes with his hand, letting out a small sigh. Not only would it be great if Klavier would take this thing seriously for the right reasons, but it would also help if he thought every once in a while before opening his damn mouth.

“Fine?!” Nevada yelled, their voice cracking in anger and annoyance at his perceived disinterest in the whole thing.

Meanwhile, Mary simply froze in place, her eyes going wide as saucers as the implications of that dawned upon her. The stage collapsed?

She looked up at Nevada and Klavier who were now apparently arguing back and forth- though she couldn’t make out what they were saying. She couldn’t make out what anyone was saying, her own fear completely paralyzing her for a moment aside from the fact that she was involuntarily shaking.

A moment that left as soon as it came, and when it went in came a barrage of sound as the angry voices of her best friend arguing with her significant other rolled in like a crashing tidal wave. Within seconds her brain felt overwhelmed and overloaded, and they just had to stop arguing, so when their voices increased-

"Will you two knock it off?!"

Mary's voice came out in a loud, sharp bark, stopping both Klavier and Nevada in their arguing with each other. It wasn't like her to snap at either of them, but arguably this situation called for it. At least in her mind it did.

"Arguing like this isn't going to help anyone, people could've gotten seriously hurt, be glad that they didn't," she said, her voice still sharp but at the same time shaking a little.

They just looked at each other for a moment, before Nevada went off to check on Simon. He assured them he was fine aside from a couple of bruises that were, honestly, mostly his own fault. He had to give Klavier that much.

"No, you know what; I'm not dealing with this right now," Klavier said, irritated at what he perceived was everyone suddenly turning against him, his hand gestures emphasized what he was saying. He turned away from the group, walking out even when Mary called his name. Simon just sat there, observing what was going on between the two of them and Nevada, who turned to him for guidance on what to do next. He gestured at them to come over for a moment.

"Can you get me something to drink, my dove?"

They protested for a moment, but he just took their hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it.

"Please? That would really help."

"Okay..."

He watched them leave, his gaze going past Mary but then returning to her as she let out a slightly hurt huff. And he really didn't mean to, but he let out a chuckle himself.

"What's so funny?" she asked, the tone of her voice still sharp- but now more because she was feeling hurt rather than anything else.

"My apologies, I am not laughing at you. But, well. It is funny, really-"

"What is?"

"How alike the two of you are. Well, you freeze like a deer caught in headlights when something terrifies you, he tries to shrug it off like it is no big deal or hides it behind some kind of quip- none the less; the result is the same, it is pulling up a wall so that you do not have to address what you want or feel-"

"What I want is for two of the people I care about to stop arguing with each other!" Mary interrupted, a certain bite still to her tone

"Oh, is that just it? So you were not going to tell him that the mental image of your partner and your friends getting hurt in the process of an elevated stage crumbling jumpstarted your acrophobia; and that is why you froze and snapped in such an irritable manner instead of asking us if we were okay?"

She had wanted to interrupt him, but the protest died in the back of her throat as he sharply pinpointed exactly what the problem was. She just felt her arms tightening around herself, as a shiver ran down her spine. She took a deep breath to try and keep the burning tears at bay.

"I... hate it when you're right," she admitted, her voice cracking slightly as she didn't even have a witty comeback or way to defend herself to Simon. No, he was absolutely right. They could've been hurt in the crash, or in the tumble everyone took off the stage, and that scared her more than anything. Her hand instinctively shot up to her necklace, clasping onto the heart pendant and moving it along the silver necklace in thought.

She hadn’t even bothered to ask him-

In a smooth and quick motion, she turned on her heels and stalked away, ignoring Simon’s eyes on her until she reached the doorway of the room. She bit on her lower lip, a nagging feeling of being exposed still sitting high in her chest.

"Simon... Stop seeing right through me."

He looked up as she said that over her shoulder, watching her walk away. He shrugged.

"Then stop being as easy to read as an open book," he said to the empty room. It wasn't empty for long, as Nevada showed up with something to drink.

 "Where's Mary?"

"Eh, went to talk out the high school romance drama. Just give them a moment, they have some things to sort out between them when it comes to this whole ordeal."

"Did I-"

"No," he assured softly, "you did not make it worse. Thank you for the drink."

 She waited for him to grant her verbal permission to enter his office when she knocked on the door, only actually going in when he called out that she could. Well, called out was a big term, more like stated. Mary sighed softly, looking at Klavier in his chair as he was looking through some file or another. She didn't really feel like paying attention to what he was reading, it wasn’t important for the conversation they had to have.

"I figured you'd still be arranging for someone to fix the stage."

"Can't. Apparently forensics wants a look at it; Gumshoe told me so. I'm not allowed to arrange anything of the sort until I have their say so."

He looked up when she didn't respond, tilting his head slightly. Why wasn't she saying anything? Was she mad at him, too? Great, just what he wanted, more people upset at him for things he couldn’t control. And this silence was a very uncomfortable one to boot.

".... Can I help you? Or are you just here to be upset with me some more and agree that this whole thing is my fault?"

"No- don’t put words in my mouth; I'm not here to take anyone's side, I'm-"

She cut herself short, not finishing the reactionary statement she had wanted to make. It wouldn't help and she really didn't want to argue with him on this. But she also wasn't really sure how to put what she was feeling.

Mary just looked at him for a moment, green eyes meeting blue ones in a silent gaze. A sudden wave of vulnerability washed over her, as Simon's words played in the back of her head. She let out a shaky breath, the terror of her phobia mixing with a feeling that hadn't come up in a long while. Her hand shot up to her necklace, grasping onto the pendant once more to move it along the silver necklace.

"When I said people could've gotten hurt, Klavier- That includes you. You could've gotten seriously hurt and I-" that still felt too reactionary and accusatory to her, even if her voice was soft and vulnerable in its hurt demeanor.

"I'm sorry if I made it seem like it didn’t."

He had wanted to say that he wasn't hurt, that it was just a couple of scrapes and bruises that would heal in time, but her apology stunned him into silence. She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close; gently pressing his head against her stomach. Their height difference really shifted when he was sitting down and she was standing up.

Though she couldn't really tell who she was actually trying to comfort; just him, herself, or both.

"Are you okay?" she finally asked, her voice still trembling with the remnants of her own fear, "be honest with me. Please."

"... I'll be fine. It's just a few bruises because Simon had to push me off the stage, it could've been much-"

He felt her grip on him tighten a bit when he mentioned the fall off the stage, and only then did the dime drop for him. Right, off the elevated stage. Damn, had he really skipped right over the part where that would be more upsetting to her than to most other people?

"... Oh, Mary. I'm sorry, too" he then said as he realised his own blind spot, leaning down just a little so he could press a kiss to the arm closest to him. He gently broke free from her embrace, only to pull her into his as he wrapped his arms around her and lightly tugged until she was sitting in his lap.

"... I'll talk to Sparky later, okay? I just- they really went for me."

"They're just worried about Simon.."

"I know. But I don't like that they seem to think that I would put my friends at risk like that. I don't- the stage was fine, Mary, the band is more of a collective weight than this group of people was, what with all the instruments we have to bring along as well. I wouldn't risk the band's safety like that, and I wouldn't risk anyone else's like that either."

"... Is that why the forensics want to have a look?"

"I guess? I just want to know if it's some freak accident no one could've predicted, or if I need to drag some engineer or safety inspector into the courtroom for not doing their job properly."

He just held her, her physical presence calming him down even if deep within himself he was still annoyed. If it had been the latter he would make sure that there’d be hell to pay for whoever failed to upkeep the standards. He was absolutely not fucking around about this. Not about something as serious as this, even if he didn’t easily outwardly show it.

“Hey,” he started softly, pulling Mary a little bit closer, “are you okay?”

“Not really, but I will be,” Mary admitted softly.

“I’m just glad you’re not seriously hurt.”

They sat like that for a while until both their emotions had cooled a little. Mary said she really had to turn back to her work even if she would much rather prefer to stay with him; he assured her that they could just pick this back up when they both finished their responsibilities and went home.

After she had returned to her desk, Mary let out a sigh and thought for a moment. It was only then that a small piece of paper shoved under the keyboard of her computer caught her eye, and she freed it from underneath its keyboard prison. She unfolded it, and frowned at the content she was reading. She folded it back up, tucked it into the small pocket on her pants, and got back up to go outside and see the crashed stage for herself.

“Detective Gumshoe, do you have a minute?”

She went towards him in a quick semi jog, stopping in front of him as he just dismissed some officers who had been wrapping the police tape around the scene.

“Oh, hiya, pal. Did sir Gavin send you to check if he can rebuild the stage yet?”

“No, actually,” Mary admitted, nervously wrapping her arms around herself as she thought on how to ask what she wanted to ask.

“Did they.. find anything yet?”

“Ah, sorry pal, I’m not allowed to-“

“Gumshoe,” she pleaded,

“You’re talking to someone who’s legal script is completely based around the sentence “I’m not legally allowed to say that. I’m not asking this to put it on record, or hold it against you, this is purely for my own peace of mind; please tell me they’re just looking into it as a freak accident?”

Gumshoe’s shoulders slumped, and he just gave her a sad expression. While not verbally responding to what she asked, that was absolutely not the non-verbal reaction she had hoped for, and she hugged herself a little tighter.

“Have they at least excluded any other possibility?”

Gumshoe’s shoulders only slumped more, and his expression became even more downtrodden. Mary felt herself take a very shaky breath. She didn’t like the implication of any of that. Sure, it could’ve been a gross negligent oversight which was bad enough, but… could it be even worse?

She looked back up at Gumshoe.

“Hey, pal, if anyone asks-“

“I didn’t hear it from you. We never even spoke about this.  I know. Thank you.”

 Some hours later when the smoke had cleared and everyone had gone to their respective homes, Mary found herself sitting on the couch in Klavier’s apartment, staring out into space as Klavier was pacing around the room while on a phone call. She didn’t hear what he was saying cause she wasn’t listening, her own thoughts circling around so much that she couldn’t pay attention to anything else. At the very least she assumed he had gotten the all clear to remake the stage, with a better team this time.

After several calls like that, he sat down on the empty couch spot next to her, tossing his head back far enough so that the back of it was resting on the back support of the couch, and he was looking at the ceiling.

“They fucking better send a good team this time around or I’ll actually drag someone’s ass to court,” he grumbled, rolling his head over to the side when she didn’t respond.

“Are you okay? … Mary?”

“Huh, what?” she asked, snapping out of her thoughts.

“You were far gone in your thoughts, babe. Are you okay?”

She just sighed, before leaning in his direction until she was cuddled up on his chest and he put an arm protectively around her.

“I don’t know. Today was a lot.”

“Yeah, that sure is a way to describe it.”

Mary just stuck in her spot, looking out into the room without seeing anything. She remained completely still until the slowing of his breath gave away that he had fallen asleep- probably due to the energy drain the day had been.

She waited a little bit longer until she was sure he was fully asleep, before gently breaking out of his embrace and going to the home recording studio- taking her laptop and her bag with her. She started it up, furiously typing in one of her documents. Some time later, she took out three usb sticks from a pocket in her bag. She started transferring files to each of them, labelling them numerically with a black marker that she also fished out of her bag, before dropping the one labelled ‘2’ in a lower drawer where Klavier kept some supplies like guitar strings.

She popped back out of the studio, taking everything else with her. She covered Klavier with a blanket, before going outside with just her bag with her.

She stood there underneath the starry night sky for a good few moments, when a phone started vibrating very softly. She fished the far more technologically behind flip phone out of her bag from another strangely located pocket, answering the call.

“Yeah?”

“Did that get your attention, Nightingale?”

Her gaze wandered off to the right, as she straightened her back a little.

“Sure did. What do you want?”

“To not discuss this over a phone call. Meet me this Thursday at 10 pm in the park between Grove and Vermilion Avenue. Don’t be late.”

The other end of disconnected. She sighed, ended the call, and tucked everything she had safely away in her bag before going back inside and placing it down somewhere casually as if she had never picked it back up since coming in from work. She sat down on the other couch, looking at Klavier as he slept.

Her gaze simply cast down to the floor after a bit, in a downtrodden manner.  

#Drifting writes things

[elias-the-corvid]

So I just woke up and I wanted to write down my dream.

I was at my grandparent's house and was kinda swinging on a rope that was tied to something very very high up and it was very fun, then someone told me to come down and I was suddenly chasing a boat.

The boat was in like a secret cave and after I solved a puzzle, it was supposed to take me somewhere but I couldn't get in quick enough so I was (running?) behind it through mist.

Then, me and the boat get to a secret island with a new species/civilization that was way more advanced than us technologically and had invented some sort of time travel. Then cut, new scene.

I was in a cave with a bunch of really cool fossils and there was a guy trying to like, study them or take them out of the rock to study them somewhere else. Then I turned around and there was this MASSIVE fossil in the other side and there was a frickin door THROUGH it, like a hole in the thing. I got really angry and went tell someone but they just said "yeah, we've got a bunch of fossils around here but we don't really care bc we can time travel". So I went to a library and asked for history books and they had like 4 books and they were all very stupid.

So I sued the government.

Like, cut to the next scene and I was in a trial (no lawyers bc I wasn't from there) saying "you've got full access to history and you DON'T RECORD IT??? Do you know how many people would kill to see only one of the fossils you've got there and you're willingly destroying it?? You even have a time machine that you use regularly for vacation, why has NO ONE tried to use it for studying history???" and I was winning but then the guy went "yeahhhh I don't really care. I'm not gonna make the government lose" and I was SO ANGRY so I stormed out and was about to leave the Island.

But THEN I saw some friends there :>

I asked them what they were doing and they were like "Idk just exploring, what's this place??" And then it switched a bit (dream inconsistency) and they had to take (or wanted to try taking, I'm not sure) an exam that was happening RIGHT THERE AT THE COURT bc actually it was also a school.

So we went in again and I was laughing and ignoring the people that were there in the trial and I join two tables to take the exam together with them. I obviously didn't get an exam bc I was the #1 government's enemy.

After a while one of my friends went out (to take a break I think? I don't remember) and I chatted with the other one until a guy came up to us and said "for the record I think you were right" and smiled. Apparently this guy was the one in charge of grading our exams so even though we got most answers wrong, we got the best score haha.

The way they graded was different to ours, the guy handed both of my friends a green paper (approved!) That had a checklist of things they had to do to get a good grade, the ones they had to do were marked with this little machine that put like square stickers (I'll draw this later so it makes more sense), and the ones they didn't have to were kinda different but I don't remember how.

I didn't have one because I wasn't allowed to take the exam, but he handed me a little paper rectangle (it looked like a receipt he had laying around on his bag) and in cursive had written stuff like:

□ defied the government

□ has a cool name

□ much swag

□ friend material

So according to him I also got a perfect score lol

But then he warned me that the moment I stepped out of the school "zone", the government would absolutely kill me. So I just shrugged and said "welp, it's not like I can avoid it lol" and I woke up.

#just woke up #recording my dream #it was really weird #lol #and very long #how much did I sleep? #long post #dream #but like in the sleeping sense #very random

[flareish]

Heatwave

kuroo x fem!reader

summary: Reader is outside practicing volleyball when she gets overheated and Kuroo jumps to the rescue.

genre: Fluff!!

warning: descriptions of feeling overheated. Lots of sweaty talk too

word count: 1200

a/n : I get overheated pretty easily but idk if the symptoms I list are normal but its pretty much what happens to me. So remember to drink lots of water!!

Volleyball is all about the hours you put in. The more time you spend practicing, the better you’ll be. Which is why a group of us third years on the girls volleyball team are practicing despite the extreme heat wave we were having. As if the heat wasn’t enough we have to play outside because the indoor court air conditioning had broken a few days and and had yet to be fixed. 

We were practicing our blocking when a few of the third year boys came over, also determined to play despite the heat wave. We took a quick water break as Kuroo asked our captain if she minded if him and the others used half the court so they could practice too. She agreed with no problems. Kuroo then made his way over to you and slung an arm around you shoulder which you quickly shrugged off.

“No way, its way to hot for cuddly Kuroo.” You jokingly scold at him. It was truly way to hot for any kind of physical affection. You were really starting to feel it. Your skin started to tingle as if it was cold. It felt like you had just stepped outside into the heat after being in front of the air conditioning. It was a strange sensation. You chalked it up to just the sweat doing its job. 

Kuroo’s response to you shrugging him off and scolding him was to press his cold water bottle to the back of your neck.

“Kuroo!” You shriek startled by the sudden coldness. Kuroo and the others laugh at this. 

“Sorry I couldn’t help it.” He said still laughing. You take the towel you were using to mop up some of your sweat and whip it at him causing him to run off. 

“There is no way I am chasing you.” You say now laughing too. Both teams settle down and get back to practice. You transitioned to receives which was a little easier on your bodies than jumping up but still required a decent amount of running back and forth. You stopped running for a moment on the court as you teammate served and the heat just seemed to hit you. All the running around and moving created a sort of breeze but now standing still that breeze was gone and all you felt was hot. You look up trying to concentrate on the ball coming at you but the bright sky made it hard to focus. Everything suddenly seemed brighter. You managed to receive the ball but it was much sloppier than usual. You lean forward and rested you hands on your knees waiting once more. Now you really felt it. Everything was turning splotchy bright, the ground, the sky, everything and anything you could see was overwhelmingly bright. Then you felt your limps go weak. It was now a struggle to use your muscles to stay standing. You were already in a squatting receiving position so you just lean forward a little more. No one else realizing what was happening since they were so focused. The other side set the ball for you to receive but it hit the ground a few feet away from you and you didn’t even take a step to get it. Now they noticed something was up but not before Kuroo had. He was on the same side of the court as you, just all the way over on the other half hitting serves to his teammates as a warm up. After your messy receive he had noticed something was up and as soon as you missed the ball completely he was making his way over. Completely ignoring his own game. 

“Y/N you okay? You’re looking a little hot there.” Kuroo was crouched in front of you, ready to grab you if you began to pass out.

“What do you mean, I’m always hot.” It came out a little weaker than you intended but the heart was there. How could you miss such a perfect opportunity to send a flirty comment back. Kuroo rolled his eyes.

“Seriously right now?”

“Sorry I couldn’t help it.” You quote him from earlier. You feel a little better after being crouched for a minute with you head between your knees. Really craving some water to help cool down, you go to stand up but you do it too quick and the whole world spins for a second and you stumble back a bit. Kuroo is on his feet in a second and holds you steady trying to not touch you too much but also make sure you won’t pass out and hit your head.

“I’m okay, just need a little water.” I say making my way over to the benches where all our stuff was. 

“I can get your water, I think you should go sit in the shade instead.” You captain chimes in who has come over. 

“Yeah come on.” Kuroo says giving you no option to refuse. You sit down with you back against the tree and your head between you knees willing yourself to just cool off. Apparently Kuroo had the captain get his water since it still had ice in it, yours had melted a long while ago. Taking sips of the cool water definitely helped. 

A little while had passed and you were feeling better. You definitely couldn’t continue practice though which was annoying but you weren’t going to improve any playing like a zombie one receive away from passing out. 

Kuroo insisted on walking home you home, despite your captain offering, his argument being, 

“What happens if you pass out? Are you going to make your poor captain drag you home?”

Eventually you all gave in and let him walk you home. Halfway on your way home, which also happened to be in full sun, you got a bit woozy again. Kuroo immediately noticed and decided that he’ll just take you to his house, since it was closer, so you can sit the air conditioning so you would actually make it home later.

You made it to his house and he sat you down in his room in front of the air conditioning unit and cranked it up as high as it went. He left to go get you some more ice water and by the time he was back you felt much better. Now you were just tired. You took a few more sips of cold water before setting it down and making grabby hands at Kuroo. He looked at you confused.

“Do you need another fan? Ice cream? More water?” He panicking thinking of anything he could to make you feel better. You shake your head lazily the sleepiness hitting you full force. 

“Cuddles.” A blush came up on Kuroo’s face. You were expecting a joke but it never came. Instead he laid down on his bed without a word allowing you to move up the bed and snuggle into his side. Your head pressed into his chest and his an arm wrapped around you keeping you snug into him. As soon as your eyes closed you were out, a small smile gracing your face as you slip into sleep.

(bonus) 

Kuroo spent the entire time you were asleep wide awake trying to comprehend what was actually happening. The girl he had a crush on for ages was currently sleeping in his arms, in his bed. It was too much. He was trying anything to distract himself from just staring at you like a creep as you sleep. He even recited the entire periodic table to himself as he tried not to explode with joy.

#kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #kuroo fluff #kuroo oneshot #kuroo imagine #kuroo comfort #kuroo scenarios #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsuro oneshot #how many tags can i do? #this seems right #why is tagging harder than writing

[sabugabr]

"The Green Knight" is visually stunning, but it kinda missed the point — and that's a good thing (3/5)

Continuing from part 2....

THE GAME

As the movie unfolds, one word is repeated constantly: games. The whole plot revolves around exchange games, majorly the ones proposed by the Green Knight and the Lord. But even besides that, the movie is constantly doing exchanges around Gawain. Everything he does to others comes back to him, and vice versa. And the movie does it so often, and so explicitly, that it feels like a cyclic representation. The cycle is constantly shown in the movie. Is in the seasons, is in the King's hall, is in the same words repeated by different characters. Everything resonates at some point.

(WARNING: THERE ARE BLOODY GIFS BELOW)

He takes a head

He returns a head

He gives a kiss

He receives a kiss

Really, even to the extent that there's a scene where he's about to touch Winifred without her permission to see if she was a ghost

And later, he is the one who becomes an object of fascination for the giant, who also tries to touch him without his consent

And this one I have no idea if it was on purpose or not, but it made me giggle

This might be meant to simply show the "treat others as you'd like to be treated" moral that Gawain has to learn. He has to learn that all his actions have consequences, all actions do. That is also the moral the Green Knight might represent.

There was an enormous pressure from both the Green Knight and the people at the King's court for Gawain to behead, which he clearly did reluctantly (unlike his poetic version, who does the chop without a second thought). But it was his choice to strike the blow. He could have just made a cut, or a scratch, or just, idk, given the Green Knight a hug or something. But he consciously chose decapitation, perhaps also due to the naivety of thinking that by killing the knight, he would be free of any consequences. That was not the case. And during his journey, he had to take responsibility for each one of his acts and choices.

And at the same time, he is constantly encouraged to do exactly the opposite of that. All the while, he is told that he can come back at any time; that it's just a game. Of course nothing will happen to him. There will be no consequences. And while he denies this possibility when this is said to him, he wears the protection girdle. And at the very end, when he finally reaches the Green Chapel and realizes that he will effectively be beheaded, he is surprised. "Is this really all there is?" he asks. Because, inwardly, Gawain also thought it was a game. He thought it was just a test, and that somehow there was the possibility that he would be rewarded simply for showing up there. As we all did.

And we even had this whole scene right before, where under an ethereal blue light, it is revealed to Gawain and to us that apparently, surprise surprise, it was the Green Knight all along. He was the Lord, the lad, and who knows who else (if I'm not mistaken, the Lady's face also appears).

But then the Green Knight responds "What else ought that be?". And this CRASHES Gawain. Because if there was a moral, apparently it didn't matter. And if there was a test, apparently he had failed.

Now he has to decide what he's going to do, and from my understanding of the film, that decision can be seen in two ways: through narrative and through colors.

Green, Red, Yellow and Blue (part 4 >)

#yeah that kiss is kinda queer #filmedit #cinematography #filmgifs #movie essay #movieedit #the green knight #dev patel #tgk spoilers #tgk #green knight #SPOILERS #LIKE A LOT OF THEM #king arthur #14th century #color theory

[mythiccheroacademia]

My Vow to You

A/N: Dragon King!Bakugo has my heart and so I wrote a little something based off a dream I had awhile ago. I like writing Bakugo with a spouse that’s just as much of a hardass as he is :’) I’m not sure if I’ll make a part two. This could stand alone butttt we’ll see. 

Important things to note: ~*Aurea: It means golden in Latin. This is your family name that is used in public. Even though you’re married to Bakugo, I made it tradition that you keep your last name for distincition purposes, but you’re a Bakugo when I addressed elswhere. That’s based off something from my own culture. Also, it’d be kind of weird if Bakugo said his own name lmao. You’ll get it as you read.  ~*You and Bakugo have dragon-like traits? Idk man. I just thought the red eyes and fangs added flare.

Word Count: 1.6k Pairing: Bakugo x Fem!Reader Warnings: blood, injury, death, there’s a severed head in there but the description isn’t gory, cursing

All Characters are 18+

My Vow to You:

You remembered the day you were wedded to your husband. It was one of the most treasured days between both the Crimson and Golden Tribes. A day so powerful and glorious in meaning that it was named the Holy Matrimony of the era.

That day, two of the most powerful tribes in the nation joined in hand to rule. Their people prospered, their land grew rich, their army went by the hundreds, and best of all, this would happen out of true love.

There was no contract—no arrangement. The only reason the two tribes had encountered was to trade. When you and Katsuki had first met during the primary meeting, the next day, he brought you his most precious stone to begin courting. From then on, it was like destiny took ahold of the reigns. At the wedding, you wore it proudly upon the crest of your head.

The dress, the decorations, and the gifts were all beautiful, but nothing could compare to the sight of your groom. When the warriors parted, revealing his path to the alter, you almost forgot how to walk.

Matching ceremonial tattoos were painted across his bare arms and chest. He stood tall under the weight of precious stones of ruby and gold and led the length of his white fur coat across the floor. And despite his heavenly appearance, his crimson eyes, full of love, regard, and dignity were what led your feet to stand before him.

Katsuki was as gorgeous as he was powerful. There was a moment of reverie between the two of you before you both kneeled, bowing your heads when the past Kings and Queens walked to the alter.

You remembered when you shared your vows, words of strength to affirm the sacred bond the two of you would never break. When you both spoke, each word was a threaded swear into the other’s heart. From that moment, you were not two, but one. You were no longer just a couple, but a union. Once the religious leaders had said their prayer, you two shared a kiss, anointing the other with the love you were ready to boundlessly give.  

That promise was seared into your heart. You would act on it every second you were married.

So, even as your guards worriedly rushed you into the infirmary, blood dripping from the open wounds on your body, you wickedly grinned in triumph. No one would be able to take this away from you.

Not that foreign king. Not his weak ass army. Not your worried parents.

And certainly not your raging husband.

“What the hell were you thinking? Damn it, Aurea*! You could’ve been killed!” he roared.

Honestly, he looked worse for wear. If it wasn’t the dark circles underneath his eyes, it was the obvious stiffness in his neck. Apparently, he had been at your bedside every minute during your three-day coma. He was worried to say the least. Bless his heart.

You tried to lighten the mood with a smile. “Aww, you do care. How kind of you, my beau~”

Evidently, the joke wasn’t appreciated. Katsuki’s face soured into an expression only a mother could love. His eye twitched and the guards winced.

“You want me to put you back in your shitty coma?”

“Bakugo, I’m fine,” you sighed, relenting to the seriousness of the situation. “I know you’re worried, but I made it out. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“That’s beside the point!” he snapped. Perhaps you wouldn’t have felt so attacked if it weren’t for the harsh glare he gave you. “I told you the Black Fleet was dangerous and yet you still acted foolishly! If Kirishima hadn’t found you—“

“I endangered no one—“

“No one but yourself, and that’s what you fail to understand!”

Despite your conscious telling you to calm down, his scolding got the better of you. And your temper rose like an ugly beast. “And if it were for the safety of you and any one of our people, I’d do it again; because when they threatened to put your head on a platter, it was personal! I won’t be scolded like a child for doing my duties as Queen!”

In better circumstances, Bakugo would’ve treaded lightly. He would’ve empathized with your sentiment. However, he had done nothing but stare at your bloody bandages and bruises for the past three days and his patience with just about everything ran thin.

“And I’m doing mine as King! If I tell you to stay away, what I fucking say goes!”

“I don’t know what kind of women you dealt with before me, but if you think that you can just order me around like some bitch, you’ve chosen the wrong woman to marry,” you seethed.

Bakugo’s furious scream thundered the hall and the guards jumped as his fist hit the wall. “ARGH! FUCK Y/N! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!?”

The use of your personal name in the presence of guards made you reel. Now he was just being disrespectful.

“YOU ARE NOT MY MASTER!” you shouted.

His eyes glowed with rage as he grew in size, a feat that would’ve sent anyone running. “NO, BUT I AM YOUR HUSBAND!” he boomed.

Your eyes turned to blood and fangs shot out from your lips as you roared, “AND I AM YOUR WIFE!”

Katsuki tried to subdue you with an intimidating growl, abnormally large canines bared towards you. However, you only matched it with your own. There was an intense moment between you two as your energies nearly bubbled over. However, one of the nurses at your bedside reminded you of your injuries.

“Please, my queen. If you’re not careful, you could reopen your wounds,” they softly spoke.

The gentle hand on your abdomen reminded you of the ache. You winced and sighed away the sizzling anger as you were led back into the comfort of the cot. The weight of your husband’s glare fell upon you for a moment more before he frustratingly blew out of his nose and turned on his heel, out the door.

Once the door slammed shut, you rolled your eyes. If he wanted to throw a tantrum, then so be it.

“Ungrateful brat,” you muttered. Just then, a sharp pain shot up your leg from one of the nurses changing your bandages. “Ow!”

They shrunk back and gave you a shy smile. “My apologies, your highness,” they giggled.

Despite your sour attitude, you just huffed a laugh from your nostrils. “Careful there,” you sighed. They ducked their head again in slight embarrassment and went back to tending to your wound with a softer hand.

The silence gently settled in the air as the atmosphere returned to its once lax state. When the nurses had finished patching you up and left you and the guards stationed in your room, you found yourself finally able to process the harsh exchange of words between you and your husband.

You couldn’t believe he would just order you around like that! Talking to you as if he didn’t know the type of woman he had been married to for the last five years. And to use your first name in the presence of non-family members? Mitsuki would have his head if she knew!

Regardless of that, you thought back to when you two truly lost your cool and frowned. You hated acting out of character, especially in front of a crowd, but you couldn’t help it. His words were an insult to your pride and abilities.

He was being ridiculous. You were the Dragon King and Queen, damn it. The fiercest rulers the earth would know, governing over two tribes with armies that sent shivers down their enemy’s spines at the mention of your name. And just as their people stood strong, their leaders were stronger, and that meant protecting their honors to no bounds.  

When the enemy sent your kingdom a severed head of a deceased warrior as a threat to have Bakugo’s next, there was nothing left to be said. You saw your chance to humble your foe and took it. And you succeeded. That should’ve garnered celebration, not a dispute.

You carefully turned on your side and noted your crown with the lone jewel he gifted you before you courted. Memories of your spoken vows ran across your mind and reinforced the stubbornness in your heart. You remembered the way his eyes, brighter than any precious stone, glowed with pride and love as he swore his life over to protect you by any means necessary.

You could still feel the warm squeeze he gave your hands when you repeated those same words back to him.

So if it was an apology he wanted, then tough luck. You wouldn’t apologize for defending his honor.

Not when you knew he’d do the same for you.

#bnha bakugo x reader #barbarian!bakugo #dragon king!bakugo #katuski bakugo #bakugo katsuki x reader #bnha fics #mha fics #bnha oneshot

[elsewhereuniversity]

We Need Backup

So… this is a tough one. 

My room-mates and I are in kind of a bind. We have this rental, see? It’s nice enough, for student digs - modern(ish) furniture, climate control, decent (not great, but decent) wifi connection. 

The only real downside is it’s kind of not exactly real. Or not always real. Something about N-phase space and the quantum uncertainty principle, idk.

There’s an overgrown path in one of those school gardens the horticulture club set up a few years back - you know, with all the willow trees and roses? It’s made of weird amber-ish stones laid out in pentagons.

If you follow it the right way,  it goes to a little valley on the border (so far as we can tell) of Summer territory. The grass is green, the air is warm, the ring of oaks and maples growing around the rim are always in rich, vivid color; it’s full of thick wildflowers that line the slope, and our house is right at the bottom. 

 If you follow it the wrong way, though, you wind up stuck in either the 3rd back-up spare props room or a life-sized mural on the wall of the Art building’s atrium. And most people follow it the wrong way. 

So, as you might imagine, we don’t get a lot of visitors. Like I said, we rent, and the 4 of us - including me - have never even seen our landlord. There’s a powder-blue ceramic bowl on the mail table: it’s due 3 gold drachmas on the 11th of every month, which always disappear by sunrise. It’s a little odd, yeah. We *do* certainly have questions. But, overall, we like to think we’re lucky. 

See, none of us can live in a dorm. Believe me, we’ve tried. Euclid’s closing in on a Phd in Irrational Geometry and Applied Mathemagics, so zher homework assignments keep warping the fabric of reality; rearranging furniture, tearing holes in the walls, and adding extra space where it really shouldn’t be. Molybdos was the only survivor of a questing party gone very, very wrong. She has wicked PTSD, which manifests itself mostly in violent screaming and semi-corporeal night terrors. Silphium’s sick; I’m not sure what’s wrong with him, quite frankly, but being in the dorm rooms made it worse. The medicine that helps him can’t be brewed Ironside; there’s a good chance he’ll never be able to leave. 

Me? I had a stalker issue. Someone in a few of my classes heard about a particular family heirloom I’m quite loathe to part with, and they got interested. Very interested. Dangerously interested. 

But that’s not the point. The point is, we’re really not used to company. 

So , as you might imagine, it was somewhat of a shock to wake up one morning and find a Gentry man on our living room couch. 

Unconscious. 

Oh, Archivist, he’s in bad shape. There are thick ropes of scars around his neck and wrists. 

We had to scrub a while to get rid of all the ingrained filth - there was lots of it, dirt and dried gore and other crap - but it turns out his skin is pale. Not normal Fair Folk pale, either; the kind you get from spending too long underground. 

He’s got a blade of a nose, eyes a pure gold color, and bright red hair that seems to smoke if you look at it too long. Three fingers on his left hand are fused together by what look like old, pink scars, and his right arm is tattooed with all these crazy woad designs. You can tell that he used to be powerfully built; the guy’s almost seven feet tall, and his clothes (or what’s left of them) hung from his body. 

Well, we cut the damn things off. Then we did our best to clean him up. There were 12 open wounds that needed stitches, and lots of raw areas oozing this pale, watery gold stuff. Not to mention all the aforementioned filth. 

Anyway, long story short: something must’ve gone wrong. He’s been here for 3 days , gripped by delirium, caught in the throes of a hellish fever. He keeps moaning and thrashing around, raving in some kind of language none of us speak. 

Meanwhile, the wifi’s shot. Our phone lines put out nothing but a ‘drone’ noise, like huge clouds of flies in the speaker. Once everyone got home again the next day, the house won’t let us leave. it seems kind of…protective? I guess? The windows won’t open, and none of the doorknobs turn anymore. 

Euclid’s busy with zher chalk, drawing out bizarre patterns on the walls that zhe claims are wards. Silph’s working overtime trying to keep our ‘guest’ alive, and Moly…

Moly hasn’t slept. She’s… erratic. She keeps pacing around, staring out the windows, and clinging to her kukri while she mutters about how ‘they’re coming.’ 

Meanwhile, there’s a bad wind on the rise. The view outside grows darker every hour. Things have taken to lurking about; black and twisted, they hide in the wild grass and wait beneath the trees. Every time someone looks, there’s more of them: biding their time, in no kind of rush at all. They’ve got us where they want us, and they damn well know it. 

Since I can fly sometimes (thanks to that heirloom I mentioned) the others sent me for help. Thankfully, my other form is just smart enough to fit up the chimney flue. It was a tight, painful squeeze, and I lost a few feathers, but I made it. 

I’m sorry, Archivist, I didn’t know where else to go. Hopefully the goshawk rapping at your window didn’t freak you out too much.

 Do you know who our 'guest’ is? Is there someone - anyone - who can take him to safety? Are any Knights available - and, if so, can they please come drive off the intruders before my friends all get killed? I’d be more than happy to guide anyone who needs assistance.

In return, I brought a charm Euclid made. It was zher semester project junior year, and we thought you might have some use for it: 

A crystal lense etched with a Pythagoras tree. Perfect, of course. Those bronze rims around the edge are how you set the thing: they move independently, see? The biggest, outer one is for years, the middle for months, and the tiny inner one for days. Pick a date, work them around so the little notches all line up, then wave your hand over the clear part. It will show 13 minutes of an event you were involved in. 

Please hurry.

-Hamaliel

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Congratulations: the heir apparent of the Autumn Court is dying on your futon, most likely from some manner of assassination attempt. You can officially consider yourself Embroiled In Intrigue. 

I will reach out to the Knights, but delicately - a good number of them would view your guest as not much better than whatever is coming for him. But there are always a handful more oriented towards protecting the helpless - any helpless - than they are towards eradicating the things that lurk in the dark woods.

I will also try to send word to a handful of Autumn changelings. If you are lucky they will pass on the news of their lost and found prince to someone powerful enough to come to his aid, and do so in time for it to change anything.

In the meantime, for the good it does: a dull knife of iron with a hilt of scorched bone, which will in your time of need become blindingly bright and razor-sharp. A caltrop tipped with iron, and in the same vein, small tangles of rusty nails, twisted into the shape of apples: guard your windows and doorways and hearth. You are not the only creature that can fly.

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hey!! i love your writing sm💕 idk if you’re still taking requests or if you’re comfortable w a like platonic or father figure yandere. But how about yan! Steve Rogers where he kidnaps a teenage girl to be his daughter then shields her from the world to “protect” her kinda like rapunzel. if you don’t want to that’s no problem at all tho💕

Hi, sweetie! This is a very peculiar request, and I really, really like it! I guess I’ve made Steve a little softer than I expected, but here he is. Hope you’re going to enjoy this!

The one he cares about

Pairing: adoptive dad!Steve & Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (if you squint)

Warnings: yandere, obsession (non-romantic!), stalking, kidnapping, death of minor characters (but nothing too scary).

Words: 1870.

P.S. Just to clarify this is NOT an incest story, Steve does not harbor any romantic feelings for the reader, he loves her like a parent does.

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Pacing up and down nervously like a caged tiger, Steve threw a glance at the clock on the kitchen wall, ready to take out his cellphone and give you a call. It was just 10 pm, but he felt something wasn't going quite right. Was everything ok at that party? Were you enjoying yourself? Did you finally confess to that silly guy Steve didn't like at all? What if he had already got you, Steve's precious little daughter, into bed?

Breathing in deeply, the man tried calming himself down. You were an adult. At one point you would start dating people, and it was perfectly alright, Sam reminded him the other day. You weren't some princess locked in a tower with Steve guarding you like an angry dragon. You had the right to love and be loved, create your own family, for God's sake. When he thought of you leaving him Steve was ready to break that kitchen wall.

No, no, no, it was alright. You loved him with all your heart, and no stupid guy could take it away from Steve. He was your father. Adoptive father, of course, but he did everything he could to make you trust and love him as much as you true family. You were calling him dad, after all. And even if you eventually married someone, Steve would always stay close to help and support you - and your kids, if you ever decide to have any. At the thought of him kissing the cheeks of his cute little grandchildren Steve had finally relaxed.

Oh, was it the sound of the front door opening? As much as he wanted to rush to meet you, the man quickly put on his apron he ironed this morning and turned to the heated stove to put a meat pie in it. Alright, alright, you were already home, it was perfect.

But why so early? Steve was really generous this time and gave you till 1 am - of course, if you took a taxi, not go walking the streets in the night. Did something go wrong? Did the guy reject you? Did he take advantage of you? Did he... do something he shouldn't have?

Steve felt his blood boiling. In a second he was ready to storm out of the kitchen to beat the shit out of that bastard who was stupid enough to hurt his child.

"Hi dad! I'm home!"

As you walked in, carrying your beaded clutch in your arms and yawning tiredly, Steve put a smile on his face momentarily, assessing whether you were hurt within a couple of seconds. No, apparently, you were alright: you moved just like before; your hair wasn't ruffled, and your makeup wasn't smeared eather. He had overreacted again.

"Welcome back, sweet pea." Steve moved closer to you, giving you a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead as you giggled softly, throwing your arms around his broad back. "How did it go?"

As your face turned gloomy for a fleeting second, he knew his sixth sense wasn't lying to him: something didn't go well.

"Nah." You brushed it off as you sat on the chair, carelessly leaving your clutch on the table and stretching your legs with a loud sigh.

"What is it, sweetie?"

Furrowing his brows, Steve sat across from you, his hands folded as he stared at you with worry. Shit, did this guy try doing something funny? Did he offend you? Oh, Steve was going to have a nice talk with him, a moron who thought he could do this to his little girl and it would never come back at him. Should he call Natasha? Maybe Bucky? He knew they were still in town. No, no, he would take this matter in his own hands and go have a nice talk with that stupid ungrateful ba-

"It's alright, I swear." You muttered and forced a smile, drawing his attention back to you. "He just... well, just didn't return my feelings."

"Did he reject you?"

For a second Steve felt both relieved and ready to go murder that kid in a cold blood. Rejected you? The prettiest and smartest girl in the town with a heart of gold? Who did that little shit think he was, rejecting Steve's precious daughter?

But it was better than him forcing you to do something you didn't want. At least that asshole didn't do anything inappropriate to you, probably too scared to face your angry dad who could crack his skull with one hand.

"Not like reject in the full sense of the word, but... um, I feel like he was a little scared of me." Your smile turned bitter, and you leaned onto Steve, pressing your forehead into his chest as you exhaled loudly.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time it happened. Everybody around knew you were the daughter of retired Captain America, and people were treating you with such caution as if you were some time bomb, clearly unwilling to make the world's first Avenger angry. Partly, it was a good thing since no one tried messing with you. However, you were also left pretty much alone, ignored by the majority for the sake of their own well-being. Although you had found several friends, dating someone was a completely different thing: guys were running away from before you even spoke to them.

"I'm so sorry." The man said quietly, rubbing your back and gently caressing your head with his other hand. "This is my fault."

You sighed, lifting your head and looking at Steve so tenderly he suddenly felt like he was the happiest man in the world. What, weren't you upset?

"Come on, dad." His heart sped up when you called him that, and he was ready to lift you up in the air, kissing his little girl's nose. "I thought he's different, but he's just a chicken like all other guys. I'll get over him soon."

"Hard to live up to our standards, I guess." Steve smiled and pinched your nose a little, making you laugh again. "But you need to know I am really sorry, sweat pea. I swear I wouldn't stand in your way if you decided he was the right guy for you."

Actually, Steve pretty much would, but you wouldn't know about it. Happiness of his only child was the only thing that mattered to him now: what was the point of being a parent if you couldn't make your kid happy?

"It's okay, really, dad. I wouldn't change the things as they are now. When I think what could happen if you didn't see me on the street that night... uh-huh." You didn't finish the sentence, not that you needed to.

If Steve didn't find you that night desperately searching for food on the streets of New York, you'd probably be dead now.

You were born to a good family, and you spent the first 11 years of your life in a nice place, having loving parents, the roof above your head and food on the table. You were just one more happy kid among thousands of others, neither better nor worse than all of them. It all changed when your parents were killed by two robbers who had broken into your house, and soon you ended up in an orphanage - you still had nightmares about this place. You spent a year there before you escaped, choosing the streets over an orphanage. Silly you, thinking it would be better.

When Steve found you, you were 13. Dirty, always hungry, acting like a little wild animal, you were no more pitiful than any other homeless child, ignored by the majority of people, but Steve saw you. He took you with him - forcefully, of course, because you fought him like a little angry cat, frightened to the core he was going to take advantage of you like all those people pretending to help you. But he didn’t. He was the one who had truly cared.

It took him months to get you accustomed to living in a house again with someone close to you. Steve spent even more time trying to make you trust him, make you believe he was your friend, somebody you could rely on, trust, see as a parental figure. You couldn’t even name all those people he hired to help you: countless psychologists and psychiatrists; doctors and nurses of all kinds; visiting teachers and tutors. Despite liking to live alone, Steve brought so many strangers to his house it felt like living in a royal palace with tons of court attendants. All of this was for you, the only person he cared about, his little child.

When you were 15, you started calling him dad, and that was the day neither Steve nor you would ever forget: he scooped you up and kept swinging you around till your head was spinning while he laughed and shouted how much he loved you, the best daughter he could ever had. 

You never knew the extent to which Steve cared about you, following you secretly when you finally agreed to leave the house - he needed to know you were safe and sound. Of course, he was always there when he supposed someone wasn’t treating you right, and he did everything he could to keep his only child happy. Unfortunately, you were lonely until Steve found a couple of good friends for you, but it was alright. You were perfectly okay now.

“I love you too, sweet pea.” He smiled, caressing your head gently. “But you know what? Don’t worry about that guy. I actually have someone who I want you to meet, and he’s a really sweet kid.”

“Whoa, what? What kid?”

“Well, you know. Kid from work.”

“Dad, what work? What kid?” You rolled your eyes at him, giggling. “How old is he, at least?”

“A little older than you, but he’s alright. He’s been wanting to meet you for some time.” But before Steve wasn’t sure kid was the right guy for you, considering that he was still very much an Avenger and was involved in all kinds of dangerous situations. 

“Dad, what kid? Are you talking about your superhero colleagues or something?” 

“... yeah? I promise, you’ll like him. Peter’s a good kid.”

“Peter? Peter goddamn Parker?!” You exclaimed loudly, realizing he was talking about Spider-Man. “Are you joking?!”

“What did I tell you about swearing, sweetheart?” Furrowing his brows, Steve shook his head in disapproval, but laughed in the very next second, watching your guilty expression. “Alright, alright. I’m not joking. If you’d like to meet him, I’ll ask him to come tomorrow for dinner, ok?”

“Yes, please!”

As he took the pie out of the oven with you waiting at the dinner table, Steve thought about giving the kid a big lecture about what he was and wasn’t supposed to do to you, but he was more or less sure Peter knew what was right and wrong. Steve could spot that familiar glint in kid’s eyes when he was looking at your photo that Steve had been showing him proudly. 

It would turn out alright. Your father was ready to do anything it takes to make you happy.

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perhaps, Cupid | nct dream

Summary: You lay down in your bed, watch 13 change to 14 as the clock passes 11:59. You close your eyes, sigh, and hope that the world stops at 12:00 before promptly deciding that Valentine's Day is cancelled.

word count: 2.3k

moon's note: idk why but i usually give gifts during occasions... and out of random... but since its v-day and i caNT give y'all any gifts because idk which part of the world you lovelies are at, so maybe you can please have 2322 words of my nonsense? I tried

When Lee Jeno, the infamous Na Jaemin's best friend, walked inside the room to the dance club's meeting room with all sheepish 'Hello's and eye-smiles, you underestimated just how much havoc he could bring into your life. He seemed way too soft for his own good like he had no mischief under his sleeve — the exact reason why when he poked your sides to get your attention and asked you if you'd "help the dumb kids get together", you were more thrilled than concerned.

Right now, you think you should've agreed with Renjun and said 'that's a bad idea'.

Donghyuck, Jaemin's dormmate, wasn't even there when you planned things out, but well, you blame him. Jaemin bitterly staring at Jisung as the younger gets cuddled by Chenle? Hyuck's fault. Jisung blushing incomprehensible whenever it's Jaemin's turn to dance? Hyuck's fault. It's been days and resident sweet boy absolutely makes no move to court Jisung? Hyuck's fault as well.

"This pining is painful to watch," even Renjun can't help but point out even if he didn't even agree to the plan. Jeno sends you a victorious smile. "Jaemin, he's crushing hard on you."

"Yes, but what if he doesn't like me because—" you don't even get to clearly hear his reasons. You shake your head. Jeno's smile falters.

Jaemin sulks a lot about Jisung spending more time with Renjun than he does with Chenle, and asks the other if Jisung has a crush on him. Renjun groans in loathing, asks him to just go and make a move and repeats the same speech for days. Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months, and absolutely nothing happens.

Oh, well, maybe something did. Maybe along the way, you realized that Lee Jeno is one hell of an attractive man.

"Heaven's, Jeno, stop it! Stop pushing me to the side, I can't see what they're doing!"

"They're reading a book for the subject Jisung's tutoring Jaemin in."

"It's a library. Aren't you just inquisitive? That's why they're here. Now let me see!"

"Y/N!"

"Jeno!" you hiss back, still whisper-yelling turning to decently state at him only to find that he's already looking at you. You tilt away in shock, "Flippity pancakes, distance!"

You see, when you start matchmaking, the goal is to get people together — definitely not fall in love with your partner in crime.

"Just say fuck, no one would kill you," he hisses back. The same whining tone is there as he peeks on the other table, "Saying 'flippity pancakes' in a weird accent doesn't wash away your intentions, so just say it already."

"No."

"I dare you."

"No!"

"I double-dare you."

"Jeno."

"Y/N."

"No."

"Do it," he huffs,"Say 'fuck'."

The way he mouths it as if teaching a child to say their first words make you burst out laughing, and for the rest of the day, you forget the mission and get lost into playing games of your own in the library, muffled hums and all. Renjun decides that he's not gonna get any studying done at this table and waves you both goodbye, and you watch as Jeno smiles at him, an expression worthy to compare to that of a luminous star.

And oh, you're in love.

It wasn't all your fault, though. Jeno was way too pretty, too lovely to not fall for. It just so happens that like the fate of you and all things beautiful, you don't deserve him.

You don't deserve him, so he never gets to know.

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"Be my date for Valentine's day?"

"Hell no."

Apparently, his family has this little gathering that coincidentally matched that time, and he stubbornly refuses to go alone. Why you ask? No reason. He just doesn't want to 'go alone and be forced to socialize with mean cousins' and you spent most of the time teasing about how he's probably one of the mean kids in his family. The rest of the bus ride on the way to school remains silent aside from the neverending proposals and bribings — "I'll treat you candy for one month! I'll do whatever you say for three months! I'll even do your assignments!"

It would be a lie to say it's not tempting, but oh, isn't this just the perfect opportunity to ask Jisung out? The enthusiasm in Jeno's eyes matches yours, and the answer is obvious here: Exactly.

For a whole different reason, the bus ride home is silent too. You sit side by side in pure quiet, Jaemin tugging at your sleeves every now and then to gain your attention. You brush him off, keeping your head against the glass with your eyes closed. You don't speak even after getting inside his apartment and the indifference makes Donghyuck pause halfway his concerned nagging, deciding to usher Renjun and Jeno out with such lame excuse of buying ingredients for dinner.

You go straight to their bathroom to get some supplies, and Jaemin sits on the couch, antsy. He silently curses Donghyuck for leaving, Huang Renjun and Lee Jeno too, those traitors. You sit in front of him, doing your stuff without making eye contact.

"Please talk to me—"

"Shut up."

A dejected whimper leaves his lips, and you quite possibly break. You sigh as if to calm down, and you mutter a warning: "Don't."

"But why aren't you talking to me?"

Why... why would you even ask that?

"You promised me, Jaemin. You made a promise to me." you coldly say, dainty fingers pressing cotton against the cut in his lip. "You promised me that you'll stop getting into fights."

Realization seems to flash in his eyes. He seems torn between reasoning and apologizing, but first, he chases after the hand you pulled away from him. You shrug him off harshly this time.

"I did, for the longest time, you saw that! But he called Jisung a—" he looks at you with betrayed eyes, as if a kicked puppy. He never liked that tone. He never liked how distant that felt coming from you, so tears brim his eyes. "Don't be so cold to me..."

"Jisung let him be. Isn't that enough hint that it's not worth it?" your tone remains the same. The fear in your chest remains stubborn, and no matter how many times he squeezes the hand he's holding, it doesn't bring you ease. It only urges tears that you try so hard to hold back as you croak out,

"Jaemin, this will not make him fall in love with you."

The world seems to pause.

"But I already love him." He answers quickly, honestly, and the raw sincerity in his tone is just a fine, thorough stab in the gut. "And I just want to protect him."

It's painful how you're not even regretting this as much as you should — maybe, part of the reason you keep on chasing him is because it's painful. True to your twisted self, maybe it's the sole reason after all. You don't know why you keep on doing this to yourself — you hate it. You hate how the more things hurt you, the deeper you fall. You hate how you can't seem to tear away from him as quick as possible because you know that what comes next will be even more painful, and might even destroy you.

With all these thoughts inside your mind, you let him lean his head in the crook of your neck, holding him in the way you always wanted. Selfishly, you hope that it could always be like this.

"I know, Nana..." you whisper, his locks soft as silk as you brush them with your fingers. "and for the exact same reason, I want to protect you too."

You take a deep, shaky breath. "So don't hurt yourself. Not for anyone, not for the world... no matter how much you love them."

Why is it so easy to say the things that'd keep you safe, but so hard to even attempt just following them? It's as if the Universe wants you hurt, wants to see you bleed unshed blood. It doesn't make sense.

The rules have been pretty simple; never fall in love. You're helping people get together — you come later, priorities first. Don't fall in love; not with your partner, not with your other accomplices, and especially, not with the fools you're helping.

The rule has been simple. Only that you think, it was way easier to break them than to follow, and you've failed this rule pretty early on.

Just how can you not adore Na Jaemin?

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You laugh loudly, almost hitting your head to your headboard as you look at Jisung's post. In the picture, Jaemin smiles bubbly, and the caption's way too cheesy to read. Even though you were the one who helped them get together, it's still hard to believe that they actually did, these messes of human beings. You type out a quick 'Congrats to surviving one year together. Give credits to my brain cells, pls' and then turning the device off.

You lay down in your bed, watch 13 change to 14 as the clock passes 11:59. You close your eyes, sigh, hope the world stops at 12:00 before promptly deciding that Valentine's Day is cancelled.

Your phone vibrates in your hold, and you grumble.

From: not hyuck

Hi

It's Valentine's day

Let's use that as an excuse to get ice cream at midnight

You stir, set on ignoring his message, but you quickly shoot up once you hear the sound of something — hopefully not pebbles, God, let it not be pebbles — hitting your window. Seriously?!

To: not hyuck

Is that

Is that you throwing stones at my fucking window

STOP YOU MIGHT BREAK THE GLASS

And that's exactly how you found yourself with sticky fingers from the desert's residue, watching red lights cover the city in celebration of love. It seems ironic. Today of all days, you don't feel dear at all — it's alright, you convince yourself, it's been a year and it's hurting less now.

It's all lies, of course. It doesn't matter that it wasn't this painful all the other days; what matters is that now it hurts, and it fucking hurts like hell.

From up here, if you spread your arms and think hard enough, the wind would make it seem as though you're flying. You do just like that, the flavor of vanilla suddenly so bitter on your tongue as you realize that there's no escape. Oh, how you hate this day. It makes you chuckle.

Renjun sighs, "What's troubling you?"

"Fun. What gave me away?"

"Your eyes." He shrugs. "They sure tell more things about you than your mouth does."

"How do they look?" you ask out of curiosity, unconsciously moving up to feel your lashes. "My eyes..."

"Well, right now... they look kind of conflicted. Sad. Happy. Somewhere in between, like the person who owns them... doesn't really know. And, well, they're incredibly..." Renjun ponders for a bit; beautiful, he wanted to say. "Hard to read."

"Doesn't sound like it if you said that much."

Did it sound so rude that you were nonchalant? Probably. You're too tired to mind, though. It'd be a lie to say you didn't expect this, to feel alone once they get together, to be scared of being erased in their lives, to be afraid of being less important now. You knew none of them would be real, but that doesn't stop you from being afraid. Would it make sense to say you don't care at all, at this point? To say you don't give a damn when truly, you do. You care so much you feel indifferent.

"You liked them, didn't you?"

And then comes along the question you're most afraid of.

"You were in love with Jisung... now, you're in love with Jaemin." he muses to himself, "Yet you're the one making sure they end up together. What the hell are you?"

Since there's no place for lies in friendship...

"Do you see the way they look? They deserve to be happy, and me... well. Well, I..." you search for words you can't seem to find. After all, you don't even know where to go now — isn't this what you wanted? For Jisung and Jaemin to get together. What's this all about? You bemusedly shake your head, "Should've just fallen for you, huh."

Accelerate, heartbeat, flying — you turn to look at his direction — your eyes tell, your eyes say so much... how do you feel?

"You'd catch me, right, Renjunnie?"

"I'm not some back-up plan, excuse you." He rolls his eyes, huffing, "But, why not? Certainly. Would be my pleasure."

You stare at him in wonder, awestruck, amused and amazed. It's just a random joke you made so you wouldn't have to answer him truthfully, but goddamn, this — you feel oddly seen, chosen; as if you've never been chosen before. Maybe he's right. His heart picks up speed as more minutes pass in silence, so he looks away and smiles sheepishly.

Renjun closes his eyes briefly, "You didn't answer my question, though. To do whatever the hell you were doing... what the fuck are you?"

Both poison and sugar linger on your lips as you smile.

"Perhaps, Cupid."

Maybe, yes, right, Cupid. Makes sense. A matchmaker who creates perfect love, and quite possibly, trouble. Always setting people up but maybe not themselves. Renjun agrees, and so he whispers,

"Suits you. An angel."

You stare at him again, only this time around it's soft but startled, and for a brief moment of losing himself, Renjun whispers in his mind — hey, Cupid. Love me, will you?

Instead, in the real world, he gives you the same exact gaze — only fonder. Renjun knows. He knows that you fell in love thrice in this journey; once, with Park Jisung, another, with Lee Jeno, and lastly, with Na Jaemin. 

Maybe, just maybe, Renjun wishes that at this tale of Valentine's chapter closed, you'll fall in love with him too.

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