#with my own hands go get a life why are you so emotionally unstable and pathetic you can't handle a single person online having an opinion

[blakeswritingimagines]

A Little Bit Happy

Summary: You seem to have won your husband's heart all over again after the news of you having his child, until he shows you how truly dark his heart is.

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Part 1 Burn The House Down

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

"I'm pregnant." She spoke softly.

His eyes widened for a split second before he broke out in a soft chuckle. Was he imagining things, or were you truly saying what he thought he heard? “Do you mean it?” He asked slowly, taking in every word. He was unsure, but this would explain the weight gain, as well as why you had been so… moody. He had no other choice but to believe you for now. A child! This changes everything. Aemond was shocked. “P…. Pregnant?! Are you… serious?!” He was speechless. He tried to keep his composure but he could not hide his joy and excitement. Was it true, you were carrying his child? The thought alone sent his heart racing. He looked at you and put a smile on his face. This was the news he had been waiting for all this time. And he looked you straight in the eyes. “Is this true?” he asked, his eyes filled with joy and wonder. You heard Aemond's reaction, his eyes widened in shock and excitement. And you knew it was as you expected. You were truly carrying his child. "Yes, it is…" You replied in a sweet voice as your face grew bright with a wide smile. You felt so happy that Aemond was excited about the news, hoping the tension between you both would dissolve. "I am pregnant with our child." You continued, as you placed your hand on your stomach. "I've been trying to keep it a secret, but it has become difficult to hide. I guess I can make it official." You laughed and glanced at Aemond, who seemed to be beaming with enthusiasm. You wanted him to be happy and to hear the news he had been waiting for all this time. "It's true," you said, your eyes shining brightly.

“A baby?!” Aemond said with a grin. “You’re saying we’re going to have a baby?!” He placed his hand on your stomach, as you had done. “My lovely wife… I had feared that this day would never come. I could not imagine a day when we would not bring forth the next generation of our house. But, my worries are gone. We have made what I most desired.” Aemond laughed with joy and embraced you, holding you close in his arms as his grin grew wider and wider. Your hand rested on your stomach, the movement of your hand looked as though you were comforting the child being carried within. And he was overjoyed by this revelation. This was no secret anymore. Aemond was a man changed. He smiled and took your hand bringing it to his lips and kissed it. "Our child. Our beautiful child."

Months later, the pregnancy went smoothly and you began to notice your belly growing larger and your mood changing. You felt your emotions become more intense as the pregnancy became more advanced. Your moods shifted from happy to angry to anxious to affectionate, all in the span of just a few hours. You could not explain it. Aemond knew your mood swings were common and he understood it the best he could. However, these mood swings of yours were becoming more frequent and intense as the pregnancy progressed. He was constantly finding himself walking on eggshells, unsure of which mood his wife might have. Your mood swings were often unpredictable, and Aemond never knew what to expect from one moment to the next. But he understood, you were carrying a life within you, it was bound to create such mood swings at the least. He had to be patient with you. And he was. The days he seemed to be distant were now fewer and further between the two of you, he was there by your side always. He could see the weight changes, you were getting rather large now. He could notice it in your face and around your midriff. It was not easy being married to someone who was so emotionally unstable. It was especially exhausting being forced to play the role of husband and father at the same time never finding a good enough time to come clean about what he'd done. He was constantly stressed and his nerves frayed at the slightest change in your behavior.

The pregnancy was taking a toll on you. Your mood swings were becoming more and more uncontrollable. You would be laughing one moment, sad the next, and you could not figure out what to do about it. You felt that you were losing yourself and had no control over your feelings. You were now getting closer and closer to the due date. Your belly was huge and you were uncomfortable even as you constantly asked if you were fat or pretty. You tried hard not to let it bother you, but it was getting more difficult to ignore. “My dear, you’re gorgeous.” Aemond’s tone was filled with love and kindness as he spoke to you. “You are bigger yes, because our child is too, but you are not fat. And you are not losing yourself.” He added as he held you close. “You are becoming a mother. These feelings are natural. You are carrying our child within you. Your emotions are bound to be different. This is how it should be. You are going to give life. You are becoming more beautiful with each day.”

You listened to him carefully as he tried to reassure you about your changing body. You felt your confidence rise at the way he talked, calming your nerves with his words. You looked into his eyes and saw nothing but love, nothing but honesty. "Thank you, my love… You are right. This is how it should be." You smiled faintly, feeling more at ease. You felt your mood shift slightly, your pregnancy hormones calming down. It felt good to hear the words come from him directly, not just in your head. He was happy to see, that his words were helping. He took you into his arms and held you. His hand stroked your belly, as he spoke. “You are more beautiful now than ever before.” Those were the words he believed in this moment. You were not getting larger, you were getting more beautiful. Because the child within you was, a part of you both. It was beautiful to him. Aemond kissed you, it was a long kiss, filled with love.

Aemond was filled with nerves and excitement as the day of childbirth approached. He was as much worried for his wife’s health as he was for the child’s. But he did not show his worries to you. Instead, he tried to keep calm you. “You will be fine.” He told you. “In a few hours, we will see our child. Our beautiful child. I will be right beside you the entire time my dear.” He held your hand and kissed you once more. “I know you will. You have been by my side through everything… This will be no different.” You smiled gently at your husband, feeling comforted by his words. As you felt the baby kick inside your belly, you looked down and placed your hand upon your stomach, caressing the baby.

“Our beautiful child.” You repeated in a soft voice as you looked up to Aemond. Your breathing steadied and you felt more calm as he held your hand in his and placed gentle kisses upon it. You tried to focus on the good instead of the anxious thoughts that swarmed you. “I am so nervous.” You quietly admitted to him, feeling your emotions rise as you remembered the pain that would come during the delivery. “It is natural to get nervous my dear. But you won’t feel a thing. I hired the finest maester there is in King’s Landing to see to it that this whole process is as painless as possible.” He would let nothing happen to the woman he loved. You need not to worry. He would make sure of it. “When the time comes… we shall hold hands, and you need not fear any pain. I shall be by your side to ensure nothing goes wrong.” He spoke to you in a soothing tone, trying to quell your fears.

In your mind, all was well. You were going to give birth in a few hours to the child. A boy or girl. That did not matter much to you. As long as the baby was healthy and strong, it was all you could ask for. But the burning secret. It loomed over Aemond. He could not even feel anything but shame knowing what he was keeping from his wife. He had to keep this from you otherwise all would fall apart. He could not tell you. Not now. Perhaps never. It was the secret that loomed over him, that he felt he could not disclose to her. This was something that could change everything. But he could not find the right way to go about breaking the news to her. You were carrying his child, and you did not deserve to go through this pain when he could ease it. You were so vulnerable and he could not risk hurting you in this way. “I cannot stop thinking about the pain.” You said softly as you felt the discomfort in your stomach, moving your hand to your lower midriff and rubbing it gently. “What if I do not survive?” You whispered to Aemond, looking for reassurance from him as your eyes were glued to his. The burning guilt only grew as you approached your delivery hour. He knew he should have told you sooner, but each day the news got harder to reveal.

The more you spoke, the more he felt ashamed and remorseful. It had been months, and he had yet to tell you. What was so hard about telling you the truth, the same truth you so desperately wanted to hear. But it would ruin everything. The guilt he felt for hiding this from his wife was unbearable in this moment. You seemed so worried. You were afraid. You were looking at him of all people to console you, to tell you everything would be alright. “You will survive. I promise you that.” He told you. “You are strong. Stronger than any in the realm. I have faith you will emerge victorious.” The promise was meant to soothe you, to ease your fears, and he hoped you would believe it. He did not know how much further he could keep this from you. He had to figure out a way to tell you soon. But not now. Not while you were this fragile. His words comforted you, allowing you to smile faintly. Your gaze softened as you looked into his eyes. “I believe you.” You nodded, your breath becoming steady once again. “Just be by my side during this delivery, and we will be fine.” You said, holding his hands. You felt the contractions tightening and you gasped quietly, looking over to Aemond for a moment. "Thank you." You gave him a small smile, trying to stay positive. Your nerves seemed to have calmed down, and his words had given you a sense of relief. "I'm looking forward to holding our baby in my arms… The thought of me actually being a mother… We will raise our son or daughter with love, and we will be happy as a family." Your voice was soft and loving. You closed your eyes and leaned in to rest your forehead against his chest.

You and Aemond were celebrating the one-year nameday of your babe being born. Holding held a grand feast, inviting all the important lords and ladies of the realm. The mood was lighthearted, and a sense of happiness permeated the air. The two took some time away from the feast to enjoy the evening alone together, walking through the gardens of the Red Keep as Aemond said he needed to speak with you. Aemond had been preparing for this moment. He wanted to finally tell you the truth. It had to be done. You were finally alone, the moment he had been dreading for so long. But he could not delay any longer. He had to tell you. All the signs pointed to now. “My love, there's something I must tell you” But now he hesitated again. Maybe this was not the best moment. Maybe it should be done tomorrow, yes. Tomorrow was a better day. Tomorrow was good. He will tell you tomorrow. But as the time of the walk came to a stop, he finally built up the courage.

You smiled at Aemond, not noticing anything amiss, and you continued walking with him through the gardens. You had been enjoying the quiet moment with your husband as you enjoyed the beauty of the gardens. Your mind was occupied with the happiness of the day, and you wanted to cherish the moment. "What is it dear?" Aemond stopped for a few moments. The time had come. He did not enjoy watching you walk and be so happy when he knew that he was going to shatter all joy. He hated himself and everything about what he was about to say. He turned to face you. For a few moments, he could not speak. But then finally, he managed to gather his words together. “I… there is something I must tell you. But I implore you, please understand…” You felt a sudden tension in the air when Aemond stopped walking and you could not read his facial expression. The feeling of unease set in and the happiness you had been feeling vanished. You looked up to him, awaiting him to continue speaking. You suddenly stopped as well, your face softening as you noticed the look in Aemond's eyes. You immediately grew worried, sensing something was wrong. There was a hint of fear in your eyes as you spoke to your husband, your tone becoming urgent. "What is it? What is wrong?" You said, your heart pounding.

You were so innocent. Too innocent to know what he was about to say. He would need to break this to you gently. To be kind in this moment. To not be too harsh. The guilt was eating him alive. There was so much he had done wrong. But he had to tell you. You deserved to know what he had been keeping from you all this time. “There is… an important thing I need to tell you…” His voice was filled with guilt. He struggled to find the words. To put a voice to his actions. And as he felt his heart pounding, he pushed through. “I have… I have seen.. another woman.” He paused. It felt as though the entire world was closing in on you both. “Her name is Alys… Alys Rivers. And I have been…” You did not believe what you just heard. You thought your whole world was crumbling down before you, yet Aemond's words were slowly chipping away at your heart. The fear and anger built within you as you listened to him confess about his affair. You felt cold and numb, all hope and happiness lost within you at that moment. It took you a few moments to even breathe, the shock of it making your heart sink even lower. You couldn't even look Aemond in the eyes… you just kept her eyes on the ground.

Aemond noticed how you did not look up to face him. It tore him to pieces. He was the one to hurt you. He was the one who had caused this. He was hoping there would be some sort of understanding. But he was not so lucky. “Please, I beg you. I could not stop myself.” He knew that what he did was unforgivable. But he had to at least try to make his case. It was all he could get out at this moment. He paused for a moment and thought about the consequences this could have. You were so sensitive and he was pushing you to the absolute limit. He did need to keep his words right. But he wanted to try something. Blame you for not getting pregnant sooner. He thought about that for a minute. It was the only thing he could think of, but was it the right thing to say? Could a simple lie ease the pain for now at least? He looked at you, hoping that his excuse would be enough. “You could have gotten pregnant sooner.” He said. He was testing the waters. He had to find a way to shift the blame.

Those words hurt you more than he could ever imagine. Hearing those words come out of his mouth shocked you to your very core. You hated him for blaming you, and yet your heart clenched at the thought. The rage inside of you grew hotter as you listened to his cruel remark. You felt furious as you thought about him placing the blame on you when he had been the one who had strayed from the marriage. That was absolutely unfair to you. You had been trying your very best to give him a child, while he had been fooling around. Your face grew pale as Aemond tried to blame you, and you felt your heart sink even lower. Your eyes turned to him, filled with anger and grief as you could not believe what he just said to you. You started to tremble, and your expression turned cold, as all of the memories of the failed attempts to bring another child to life came swirling into your mind whispering in a broken tone. "I did all I could." It was the best thing he could do. He had to do it. He could not imagine what would happen to him, to his marriage if he did not succeed. You might leave him. So he must use his cunning. It was something he had been practicing for years. He knew you were smart, but your feelings made you weak. He had to use it to his advantage. “You haven’t been trying hard enough, my love,” Aemond said in a harsh tone, His eyes softened to not give away his deception. “Yes… I only wish you would have done more.” He said to you. “I cannot help but think that this is all your fault.”

His words cut deeper than a razor, cutting directly into your heart. You froze at his words, unable to speak. You felt so lost and alone now. Your whole world was falling apart. Your heart was shattered. All of those times when you had attempted to bring another human life into this world… you gave her all, feeling so much frustration and worry when the attempts failed. To say it was all your fault was just cruel, but you kept quiet, letting him continue. The plan was working. He could see it in your eyes, in your expression. All he had to do now was continue to play it out. He was getting what he desired. The seeds of doubt had already been planted. And you were not stopping him. You were letting him dig his heels in and plant more. He had to continue, the entire fate of his marriage depended on it. He continued to push you. He was not holding back even as he stepped closer and cupped your face. It was best this way. No regrets. If he could not have your forgiveness he would settle for this. “It has always been so easy for you to give up. First with the miscarriages, then the failure to conceive sooner. It is sad, that it took me having an affair for you to do anything in life.”

Tears were flowing down your cheeks, your heart in pieces. You tried to keep your composure, but it was all becoming too much for you. His words were too cruel and too devastating. And the more he spoke, the more he cut into your heart making you think you should apologize, making you feel worthless. You were too weak to even speak, your mind and body both numb as you stood there, letting him continue. Yes, that was the effect he needed to see. The tears. The sadness. Your weakness. It was all there. He just needed to continue. “You need to understand your duty as a wife… it is to provide your husband with an heir. And you failed. You have failed until recently.” Aemond was enjoying this. Seeing you like this. You were so meek and pathetic. The thought of you on your knees, begging him to forgive you was not too far off now. He continued. “If you had tried harder…” he said. “If you had offered more…” The cruel words flowed from his mouth and landed perfectly. You were in a state of shock, but you were not fighting back. Instead, you were allowing him to tear you down. He could continue down this path and finally, he would have you. It did not take long for tears to flow from your eyes. He was taking full advantage of your sadness. No time for remorse now.

You could not believe what you were hearing. It was too much to bear. Your stomach twisted at these words. You felt sick. As you stood there, tears pouring down your cheeks, your voice was no more than a whisper as you let out some words. "P-Please…" You choked out as you tried to look away from him. Your knees began to tremble as you felt you were close to breaking, your eyes filling with fear. You were so close to giving up. Your strength failing you. 'Good,' he thought. You were close. He could taste your defeat in the air. His words had found their mark. You were in a despairing state that he had never seen you in before. He had to keep pushing you. You were on the brink, he could see it. You were on the verge of giving up. Now he just had to press on. “Your failure was the reason that I turned to another woman. You had the chance to give me children. You had the chance to keep me happy, all of those times when we tried…” He waited for you to apologize. For you to beg forgiveness. This is it. This was the moment that the seeds he planted would blossom into something grand. The thought of you on your knees, begging him to forgive you put a grin on his face. “Please?” He said, smiling at you as he watched you tremble. “Please what?”

"You're right. It's all my fault." You said as you finally looked into Aemond's eyes, your eyes overflowing with tears. "I should have tried harder. I should been a better wife. I should have given you more children. Please, please forgive me." You said as you began to weep, unable to hide your emotions any longer. You felt so weak, and powerless, and he had succeeded in breaking you even as you leaned against him for comfort. Exactly as planned. You were his. Now that you had said the words, you had admitted it. Your apology was accepted, despite its emptiness. You would not try again. “Good.” He said. “I hope that you have learned your place as a wife and as a woman… I hope that you will learn from this situation. And… I suppose I can forget this incident, so long as you behave yourself from now on. But I forgive you. I want to give you another chance.”

Relief washed over you at his acceptance of your apology and his forgiveness. You smiled softly at him, finally feeling some hope again after what felt like weeks of misery. You didn’t want to disappoint him again, and now that he had given you another chance, you were determined to make it count. “I promise you that I will behave. I won’t fail again.” You said in a soft voice before looking away for just a moment, feeling ashamed. “Thank you, my love.” “Of course.” He said, giving you a reassuring smile. “I know you will not let me down.” He saw how you still looked ashamed. A thought popped into his head. He must go further with this for now. Perhaps he would regret it later on but for now. “The fault is not completely with you. I have failed you as well. I have not loved you enough. I have not appreciated you. I have not given you all the attention you deserve.” He knew this was not the truth. But it was needed to ensure your completely submissive state. “Now, shall we return to the feast?”

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[flowerandblood]

ONE YEAR OF FLOWER&BLOOD

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Exactly one year ago I posted my first chapter of the My Best Friend series. Nowadays I think it's something awful and I don't even try to edit it because I'd have to write everything from scratch, but I've left it for people who feel attached to the story. I remember getting about six likes and one comment on the first day and that huuuuge interest made me eager to create chapter 2 and then all the others.

I remember the excitement with which I waited and then replied to comments, not believing that people were actually waiting for the next chapter. At the time I was literally not following anyone, which was good because I wasn't comparing myself to anyone.

Eventually I felt I was ready to try writing other series and a few were successful enough that I decided to stay here permanently and create because it made me happy. Up to that point, everyone had been very kind to me and I started following more and more blogs, wanting to feel part of the fandom, to make friends with everyone. Now I know that was the biggest mistake I made.

Seeing things that didn't interest me, fanfic's whose way of writing couldn't draw me in, I felt frustrated, while at the same time fearing that if I stopped following someone, that person would see it as an affront. At the same time, The Impossible Choice, my biggest project until The Fall from the Heavens (which I'm currently editing and re-editing, while inserting on AO3), began to be written.

Just when I thought I had reached the pinnacle of my abilities (which wasn't true), I also started to clash with anonymous hate messages, probably the worst of which were those vilifying me and my husband, and those regarding my one-shot with Micheal Gavey. I know now that taking it personally and getting involved was my big mistake, and the fandom was shaken by drama that got out of hand.

I was a few steps away from deleting my blog at the time, but my husband talked me out of the idea (thankfully, as my stories aren't saved anywhere else − I'm only now moving them to AO3).

That's when I first realised that some people here I don't even like, and they probably don't like me. I wondered, why are we following each other then? Why are we pretending to have any courtesy? It was only later that I realised that to be considered someone's friend, you have to reblog their work and preferably agree with them even when they write hurtful things.

Since I've depleted my circle of those I follow to about 20 people, since I've blocked dozens of people and tags, there's been blissful silence (with the exceptions of when I write about behaviour in the fandom that I find toxic and someone accuses me of causing drama, but I'm used to it now). I've also never written happier than I do now.

Ideas come to me on their own, I don't feel uptight about what other big people will think of me, whether they reblog it, approve of it or not. I don't give a shit and life is beautiful! Although I can be emotionally unstable, I'm only 70 people short of crossing the next milestone of 3,000 followers, and that's BIG for me. It amuses me that I keep getting messages that someone is going to block me or stop following me, and you guys keep coming. It's gratifying.

I'm going to keep writing for you guys, and I'm sure during season two you'll also see my posts describing my impressions after the episodes in which I hope to involve my husband. I'll also keep you updated here on how I'm doing with my book I'm creating in my private life.

Apreciation

@ewanmitchellcrumbs

Ange. I know that sometimes I'm fucked up, but I want you to know that you've made this place so much more bearable for me that I can't imagine it without you. What I appreciate most about you is that you can talk and discuss, that you always try to understand the other side, that you are empathetic, warm and kind. I feel that, like friends in everyday life, we can also tell each other about things we disagree about, and there are not many people like that here.

On top of that, you are very talented and your stories are always a pleasure to read, even when they are short, you are able to build the plot and atmosphere perfectly, something I have always admired. Thank you for every kind word and understanding.

I still remember your first message to me via ask, referring to the fact that I didn't want to write a pairing with a mermaid because someone else was writing about it at the same time. My heart melted then, it was so nice!

@targaryenrealnessdarling

Liz, Queen of Angst! Your calmness and composure puts me in awe. You're disgustingly talented when it comes to writing and you have a super-sweet personality. When you started following me I began to squirm with delight, and when you started reblogging my stuff? My goodness!!!

@persephonerinyes

You've been engaging and reblogging my stories for as long as I can remember. Always involved, your thoughts make me smile. Thank you for being with me for so long!

@zenka96

You've been here with me since the dawn of time. You know that I love you. Your support from the very beginning really makes me feel like I have a friend here.

@huramuna

I am so proud of you! I remember your asks when I wrote Glass Cuts Deepest, your illustrations for me and your uncertainty about whether you should start writing yourself. I'm so happy for you and that you are so successful! You deserved it.

@black-dread & @aegonx

You are my favourite gif makers. Your work always leaves me in awe, you are amazing! I know how much work you put into it and somehow you make even the worst lit scenes look wonderful!

@summerposie; @0eessirk8; @melsunshine; @immyowndefender; @bellaisasleep; @kckt88; @thedamewithabook; @happinessinthebeing; @queenofshinigamis; @travelingmypassion; @mefools; @fan-goddess; @toodlesxcuddles; @ammo23; @troublesomesnitch; @mariahossain; @out-of-life; @apothe-roses; @heavenhatesme; @whitearemydarkestnight; @liv-cole; @blackswxnn; @echos-muses; @watercolorskyy; @at-a-rax-ia; @tssf-imagines; @snh96; @hiatuswhore; @exitpursuedbyavulcan; @darylandbethfanforever9; @the-dendrophile-bookdragon; @opheliaas-stuff @zaldritzosrose

Your comments and reblogs make me want to keep writing. You make me laugh, you comfort me and you support me. I know I'm definitely forgetting someone, but I want you to know that I love everyone who comments on my stories and there is nothing better for me than responding to your reactions and questions! I have known some of you for so many months that I truly consider you my good friends!

lottie-blue-star; aveatquevale-; aemondtargaryenwifey marvelescvpe; alphard-hydraes-blog; herejusttostan; li0nn3stuff; alexandrawho; vilmakamunen; angelinap09; theloveablestargirl; rose-blue-19; xxxkat3xxx; flosaureum; mandiiblanche; librawh0re; jasminecosmic99; ivvypg; rojocarnation; killmanduh; tokkiiidoll; wolfdressedinlace; angelofvivianne; nina2697; starwarsgirlsimmer1; katsucker; ipostwhtifeel; aemondsdelight; ilswemoon; tigrigri; pasta-rask; roselibrary; lystargs; gemini-mama; nikstrange; tempo-rary-fix; coffeeobsessedtrencher; gwuinivyre; dreamerbythewayx; diiickbrainn; mothmankit

And everyone else I missed and whose icons I would recognize from afar. I know that you have been with me for many months, often in silence or communicating anonymously. Your silent support and presence is something wonderful for me, knowing that you have been with me for so long and read all my posts!

Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!

#one year anniversary #celebration

[yellowjacketsgayfanfic]

Could you do adult Van x reader headcannons where the reader was in the crash to but they didn't get together until post-crash?

It had been a long time since you'd last seen Van. Some year in the early 2010's in the midst of your graduate degree at Georgetown she'd come to visit you, as friends, obviously.

You had a great day together. Popped in and out of a few gay bars, brought take out home to your small D.C. apartment, and then she was gone just as quickly as she had came. There was no contact after that. You would think things ended poorly but really, things were great. That silence was not indicative of bad blood but of fear, on her end.

So of course it was a shock to see that red hair again over a decade later, in a gas station in butt-fuck Pennsylvania. She hadn't changed at all. She was wearing tight denim jeans and a long sleeved oxford decorated with little cat heads.

"Van?" You finally said out loud, your arms full with RedBulls and SlimJims.

She turned, her waves bouncing as her eyes searched for yours. "Jesus. Y/N?"

You smiled. "Holy shit."

She strutted over to you with a look of urgency consuming her face. She grabbed you in a hug so tight you thought the cans would pop. Her broad shoulders practically swallowed you. "What are you doing in this part of town, big-shot?"

"Driving through. I was attending a conference in Ohio, just heading back home now. I stopped for gas."

She seemed to hug you tighter. "How long have you been driving?"

"About four hours now. Got three left to go."

She eased up, looking down at you again. "Why don't you come to my place? Maybe get some rest and we can catch up? Unless you have somewhere to be tomorrow on a Saturday morning."

You studied her further. She seemed desperate for your answer to be yes, so naturally you agreed.

Her place was sweet and quaint. Van had created the life she most wanted after the crash, one that didn't fit into Tai's idea of success. It didn't exactly fit into yours either. Tai was successful, but you were something else. A powerful leader in D.C., frequently coming in and out of the country working with diplomats to encourage environmental health.

Your career was too unstable for a relationship, so you solemn ever had one.

"Ohio seems a little local for you. I would have figured you'd been traveling somewhere in the Middle East. Maybe, Europe?" Van remarked, popping open two bottles of sour ales.

"How did you know I just came back from Tehran?" You remarked sarcastically.

She chuckled. "That sounds more like you."

You grabbed a beer from her hand and she sat next to you.

"You live here all alone?" Your eyebrows raised as you took a sip.

She shrugged, sipping on her own bottle. "I guess so. Just me and my demons."

"I'm surprised." You smiled gently. "I would have thought by now..."

"Me too." She stated plainly. "But I can't seem to settle."

"Settle for what?" You laughed. "A step up from Tai? I think that you could probably do better."

She stared at you for some moments. "It was never about, Tai."

You scoffed. "It's always been about, Tai."

"What? Are you talking about when you were in school?" She questioned you incredulously.

You nodded. "Well, yeah. You acted like I had personally attacked you for advancing in on a kiss."

"You've always been so blind, Y/N." She muttered. "Even when we were so utterly alone out there. You were so blind to me."

You stayed quiet now.

"I wanted you so bad. Tai was so emotionally unavailable, and I was so vulnerable and everything was so fucked up out there, Y/N. But you couldn't see me." She placed a hand on your knee now.

"But when we came home you totally closed yourself off. I had to fight just to see you once every few years." You responded gently. "How was I supposed to see you when you were always hiding?"

Without much warning, Van grabbed you by the face and gave you a long awaited kiss on the lips. They were so much softer than you had always imagined. Her strong hands gripping your neck made you weak in the knees.

"I'm not hiding now, am I?" She muttered between kisses.

#van palmer #yellowjackets #gay #x reader #headcanon #fanfic #vanessa palmer

[nerd-chocolate]

Sole Crusher Redesign and Why her original design doesn’t Work:

Okay, first I just want to say this has nothing against Zoé or her character, I think she deserves better akuma than she got in the canon. Also, I know I have criticized her in the past but that doesn’t change how much I love this character and am glad she was made. So happy late anniversary Zoé, you truly are my canon sapphic punk baby and I love you for that, keep it up!

The problems I have with her:

Anyway, I never gave my honest opinion about Sole Crusher, so here it is…. I hate it. Not because it looks bad, it's because it doesn’t feel like Zoé at all. Akumas should reflect the person that getting an akumatized like Reserver, Horrificator, Dark Cupid, Gamer, Refleka, Evilustrator, Stoneheart, I can go on and on with the many akuma designs we had that can look like and feel the civilian but not Sole Crusher. She doesn’t feel like Zoé or even look like her, she feels like Chloé’s many Akuma forms, and the fact she gets a design that is just sole crusher but better is pretty sad. And another thing, Sole Crusher doesn’t have that much personality to be honest like Akumas does. Like looking at the wiki picture, her paragraph about her personality is so short compared to Reserver’s. So yeah, she doesn’t have any similarities that would have made someone think that truly is Zoé but also she is pretty boring in terms of personality as well.

… so why not fix that.

The changes to her design:

First, let’s start with the design if you could tell already. I would use her concept design just not the weird thing on her forehead since that looks off to me, the ponytail, and her not having Chloé’s face of course. Also, she would have Zoé’s face because it is a very important thing, but have a mask that looks like Chloé like one that Obsidian from Steven Universe has and it can connect to her backstory since people didn’t like her because she was a liar to them. It's like she is two-faced in a way. Also, she would have two horns to reference her canon design. Also, she would have sharp teeth and clawed hands because they’re cool. And here are some pictures to get a better understanding of what she could look like:

So yeah that is for her design, let’s go to her personality.

Her personality and motivations:

I would imagine her to be a lot more aggressive and angry at her family and I mean all of them. Yeah, including André since he is the one to give her the advice of hiding your true self for your family that doesn’t like your true self at all which makes her feel ashamed. Yeah, there's no way I’m dropping that any time soon. But anyway, like I say she is emotionally unstable since Zoé had to bottle up her emotions and not express them at all around others, especially Audrey for so long. So sole crusher is all that pit up of emotions she has that are now exploded and is coming for everyone she is angry with including her sister. I know Chloé was just probably being nice in her own way but she still lowkey tried to change Zoé into being another version of her. So yeah, whenever Chloé escapes from her, the more she gets pissed. But being emotional doesn’t just connect to anger, it also connects to others including happiness and sadness as well. So she is an unstable ball of emotions that we should be scared of especially when she is mad. Also, she acts very cocky and wants everyone to see that since she didn’t have any confidence in herself as Zoé. Also, her motive at first is to become a better Chloé since she doesn’t believe she can’t be anything else but when Cosette told her she doesn’t have to be a better Chloé and just be her person from her life, she took that to heart a bit too much to the point where her new motive was to get all things that the Bougerios had so she can distance herself from it and people wouldn’t think her just like them. So yeah, she is very impulsive.

Here are some notes I wanted to add before I do some quotes:

The more people she absorbed into her shoes, not only she gets stronger and bigger but also the more invulnerable she gets as well. The things that are always vulnerable are her heeled boots and her mask. Her mask is just a cover-up of her true self and can crack by her becoming more open about her feelings or by someone breaking it.

Her clawed hands can cut through anything and get stronger every time she absorbs someone.

She is also very overprotective of things she cares about (like Cosette for example)

The first people she absorbs are André and Audrey.

And finally, her eyes can glow when she like super mad.

Now here are some quotes! Also using here @artzychic27 ‘s ocs:

Chloé: *Looks at herself in the mirror with the golden short dress, making a bunch of poses* Mom will surely be more impressed by this than anything that my half-sister is going to wear! Hehehe! *Picks up a very expensive perfume and starts spraying herself with it*

Sole Crusher: Wow and I thought Mom’s perfume was worse.

Chloé: WHAT THE?! *Drops the perfume and turns to see a giant sole crusher, whose arms are resting on the balcony*

Sole Crusher: Heeeeey Chloé, you know earlier you say I need to sit dominant and fear my enemies?

Chloé: *shaking her head forward* 😰

Sole Crusher: Well I thought about it and you were right. *in a menacing tone* So is it working, little sister?

Chloé: So what are you going to do to me?

Sole Crusher: Easy, crush you and become the better you since people just expect me to.

Chloé: Oh please, you become a better me is something that can’t ever happen since I’m already so beautiful! *sole crusher rolls her eyes* You’re ridiculous! Utterly-

Sole Crusher: SHUT UP CHLOÉ!!!

Chloé: *immediately shutting up in fear*

Sole Crusher: Ugh whatever, now say goodbye little sister. *Goes to grab her but Chloé runs out of her room before she got the chance and ends up grabbing the dresser instead*

Sole Crusher: What the fuck?! *pulls out the dresser and stares at it with an annoyed expression before crushing it in her bare hands* …Grrrrrrr…GET BACK HERE CHLOÉ!! *sees Chloé running out of the hotel*

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Cosette: *getting some decorations ready for the concert happening on the houseboat* I think that's all we need for the concert, right Sonic?

Sonic CottonBalls: *looks up and then grunts* ‘No your good and all ready to go’

Cosette: Well I’ll better get ready to go to the-

Chloé: *suddenly opens Cosette’s door then shuts it and puts Cosette’s stuff in front of it* Whew….. What do you want?!?

Cosette: What do I want?! You came in here!! In my house! By the way, how did you know where I live exactly?

Chloé: It doesn’t matter!! I’m trying to hide from half-of-sister of mine anyway!!

Cosette: Zoé?.. What did you do this time?

Chloé: I didn't do anything, she was just stupidly oversensitive that's all!! Besides, I don’t get why people get sad or mad over the stupidest things any way I don't do anything wrong ever!

Cosette: *both it and Sonic look at each other with disbelief look on their face then look back to Chloé in a sarcastic tone* Oh sure, you don't do anything wrong at all ever! You're just misunderstood and people just don’t get that at all!

Chloé: Finally you get it!

Cosette: … You know what, forget.

Sole Crusher: *Opens the roof with an angry look on her face* CHLOOOÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉ!!!

Cosette: *with a startled and worried expression* ‘Okay, either made her outraged or the Akuma must be amplifying those feelings. Either way, Chloé fucking screw.’

Chloé: Eeeeee! *as Sole Crusher goes to grab her, Chloé grabs Cosette and pulls it in front of her, and runs out of the room*

Cosette: CHLOÉ YOU MAJOR… JERK!

Sonic CottonBalls: *Hisses* ‘MOTHER NOOOOOOOO!!!’

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Sole Crusher: *holding Cosette like a little doll and seeing Chloé running away* Grrrrrr, when I find her, I’m going to destroy her!!! I hate her so much!!

Cosette: Agree, we’ll hating her part at least. But Zoé, what happened?

Sole Crusher: …

Cosette: Zoé?

Sole Crusher: *brings Cosette up to her face* Sorry the girl, named Zoé isn’t here anymore but you called me, Sole Crusher from now on. That doesn't matter right now, what matters is that I crush Chloé now, and then I’ll tell you. But for now, you're coming with me, don’t want someone as adorable as you to miss all the fun, now do we? *closes the roof and gets up* Now let’s go find that bossy bitch.

Cosette: … *blushes like crazy* ‘What just happened?!’

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Ismael: *sees Chloé running from an Akuma* Meh, what else is new? *Sees the Akuma kidnapping Cosette* …The things I get myself into… I'M COMING COSETTE! *rides his bike right after them and texts Reshma what happening*

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Cosette: *with big puppy dog eyes* Pretty please, can you not destroy the city just for some brat?

Sole Crusher: *with surprise blush face* ‘DANG IT, THEY'RE SO CUTE!’ *clears throat* No and stop staring at me with those big ol’ eyes!

Cosette: …. *stops doing the puppy dog eyes*

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Ladybug: Can you at least put the civilian down?

Sole Crusher: *holding Cosette like squeaky toy* No.

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Chloé: If you really want to better me then crush everyone here! Then you’ll prove to everyone that you are me completely!!

Cosette: Okay first of all, Chloé shut up. And second, Zoé you don’t have to do this!

Sole Crusher: ..What?

Cosette: You don’t have to be like Chloé so you can be safe from being bullied or ridiculed for just being yourself, but trust me, these people won’t judge you if you give them the chance to get to know the real you.

Sole Crusher: And how do you know?!?

Cosette: Because I know how it feels to be yourself will never get you anywhere and how you need to change yourself just so you can fit it. But I was proven wrong by meeting these people here! *points to the science kids*

Aurore: Awww thank you!

Cosette: Point is, no one here is going to judge you and make fun of you for being yourself. We’ll accept you for who you are, even if you made mistakes and errors along the way, but no one wouldn’t get mad at you for it and we’ll be here to help you and pick you right back up again if you want. I’ll be there to help you, no matter what! Because you’re very important to me!

Sole Crusher: *her mask starts to crack and she starts tearing up* You promise?

Cosette: *gives a gentle smile* I promise.

Chloé: Oh please, the freak just wants to stop a monster like you from destroying everything in her path. You’ll never truly be able to change, you'll always be Bougerios no matter what!

Sole Crusher: *goes back to being angry again* … ‘I’m going to kill her.’

Cosette: *with an annoyed face* ‘Dammit Chloé.’

Lacey: Now you see why, I wanted to get rid of her?

Marc: Yeah, I was wrong to spare her.

Reshma: She is the stupidest person alive.

Simon: Which isn’t surprising since both of her parents are really stupid.

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Chat Noir: *Hits her with his staff hard enough to destroy a part of her mask* I got her milady!

Ladybug: *with a scared expression* Um, chat?

Chat Noir: Hm? *Turns to see Sole Crusher with glowing blue eyes and pissed off expression* … Oh shit.

#miraculous ladybug #zoé lee #miraculous ocs #miraculous #sole crusher #chloé bourgeois #marc anciel #aurore beaureal #ml redesign #ml rewrite #of some sort #akuma redesign

[ninapi]

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Save me (Kageyama Version)

Premise: Friendship is a fragile thing. Keeping you safe was his priority for the longest time, but overcoming hardships along someone you hold dear form irreplaceable, indestructible bonds, and a childhood friend can easily become the love of your life; or so that was for Kageyama Tobio.

Word Count: 2359

Warning: Toxic Oikawa coming through- 🫣

Chapter 3: Broken

The evening breeze came to an end bringing deep heavy moisture into the air, suddenly breathing became difficult and even if the moon shines bright in its highest point, it feels like being swallowed by an infinite darkness.

Tobio wasn’t one to read much into a situation, he was straightforward, naïve even. Complex situations weren’t his strength and he avoided them at all costs. But there was one complex situation in particular that he couldn’t get away from no matter how hard he tried.

You took interest in him when majority of people despised him, you smiled for him, cared for him like no other, you were worth his time, his effort, even if that came with an awful sense of dread.

“So, what if I was?” you were tugging on Tobio’s sleeve, wanting nothing to do with the man in front of you. Avoiding this sort of encounters was always the goal when it came to your friendship, Oikawa meant uncomfortable situations more often than not, your day couldn’t get more difficult.

Oikawa contemplated his reply, he was just mocking Tobio, he never really expected him to want to kiss his girl. He knew you, you always had Tobio in a little pedestal, always sang his victories, always worried for his well-being even when your own boyfriend was the one causing said discomfort. He knew you would always take his side no matter what, he knew today wouldn’t be an exception and that made his blood boil. “And why would she let you kiss her? Why would I let you kiss her? She’s mine, never forget that Tobio-chan.”

Tears started falling from your eyes like waves in a stormy day. You weren’t sad nor scared, you were just tired of this entire situation.

Locking yourself away for over a year had been a complete waste of time, of energy. He found you anyways and he hasn’t changed one bit. You lost so many opportunities to enjoy your first high school year, all due to fear and you were the only one to blame, it was your decision, the easiest way to deal with the problem was running away from it. But it was all for nothing, he was there standing in front of you, ready to punch your world upside down once more.

You were tired of being embraced by dread, fear, instability, all you wanted was to move on.

“The one that keeps forgetting things it’s you. How can you still think you have some type of right over her when you haven’t seen her in over a year?”

“She will always be mine, you can’t escape your destiny, no matter how far you try to run away from it.”

This situation was exhausting, you were so tired of this man and his self-righteousness. Your knees were getting weak, and you couldn’t keep up with what was going on after hearing Oikawa’s words. Before you could realize what happened, you found yourself knees deep in mud, breath ragged and unstable, the sobbing getting out of hand.

You just wanted this to end.

Tobio crouched beside you, resting one of his hands on your lower back offering his support both physically and emotionally. He’s not a man of many words, he doesn’t know how to make others feel better, how can someone even feel better in a situation like this. But he learned through you that just being there for someone can be as powerful as a pep talk, all he had to offer was expressed in that one simple action, you were the only one that mattered, and you always read him like an open book.

“Sweetie, why are you crying? I thought you’d be happy to go on a date with me. We can go get some dinner, maybe watch a movie, you could even come to my house if you want to, mom still asks about you. Come on, get up, let’s get going.” he was approaching your shaky self and even if his words were kind enough for anyone that heard them, you could hear the sharp end hidden in the dripping honey, this wasn’t a request, it was an order.

“I don’t feel like going on a date, Toru. Can you please go home?” you didn’t want things to escalate but you also didn’t want him to come back looking for you again, it was a blurry line you had to wonder carefully around to avoid conflict. “Is this about Tobio-chan again? I’ll let this one time go just for you, ok. Let’s go, pumpkin. I want to cuddle you to sleep tonight.” he was now tugging you up by the hem of your shirt, his rough actions not matching his sweet nothings, as usual.

“Stop pulling her like that, she’s not a dog on a leash. Why don’t you get it? She doesn’t want to go, even I can see that.” Tobio tugged you gently, nestling you on his side, a protective arm around your waist. It was weird how he always managed to make you feel safe with such little effort. “Sorry but I don’t really care for what you think you see or don’t. I know her, she’s been with me for years, she’s always like this and then ends up enjoying our time together, she’s just a handful you see, but I know how to deal with her.”

Your guts were having a party inside your body, chills were littering your otherwise soft skin. You wanted to be strong enough to reject him, but you didn’t want one of his violent outbursts to come right after, he did try to hit Tobio the last time that happened. “Toru, I need you to understand that we aren’t together anymore. Please don’t come looking for me, I won’t go on dates with you, I don’t have feelings for you any longer. Let’s call Iwaizumi-san, maybe he can go for dinner with you and have a good time.”

“You don’t have feelings for me any longer? So who do you have feelings for now? Don’t tell me is the pathetic child holding you, that would make me laugh.”

Kageyama was physically there, but his mind was running a thousand miles per minute, it felt like a match point kind of situation if he loses focus the entire thing would go south. “Again, so what if she did? What matters now is that she doesn’t want you here.” he could feel your hammering heart against his ribs, this would get bad soon he could feel it in the air, he had to get you out of there, fast.

“Ok, ok. I see today’s not the day. Give me your phone, baby girl. Let’s meet over the weekend, I’m sure you’ll feel better by then, you’re probably too tired.” He just wouldn’t get it no matter what you said, no matter what you did.

This was getting out of control and Kageyama didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t rely on you, you were too broken to think of a plan, a diversion. He needed to think quickly if he was to even dream of seeing you again, having Oikawa back in your life would not only drift you two apart once more but it was potentially harmful for you.

Tobio suddenly remembers this one manga he took from Hinata’s school bag the other day after practice. He kept on raving about how it was the best ending he’s ever read before and how he couldn’t believe it was actually a shojo manga he took from his little sister’s room. It was quite good even for Kageyama’s standards and said ending did make an impression on him, the scene he was currently in seemingly similar to the dramatic ending of the story.

Without putting much thought into it, he grabbed your face with both of his hands, bringing your face up to his, pressing his lips ever so slightly against yours. It was a fleeting moment, a confusing one at that, but you could feel every single muscle in your body relax. His lips were warm, soft, inviting, as soothing as lips could ever be. Not even once before you thought about kissing him, but now you regret not doing it sooner. It felt so right, like that was the most natural, obvious thing to ever happen.

Oikawa on the other hand was seeing red, if there was one thing he wouldn’t allow would be his girl being taken away by the one person he holds the deepest grudge in his life. Deep inside he always knew this would happen, he was the only reason you broke up, the only reason you fought, everything would be easier if Tobio wasn’t there to ruin his life. “What do you think you are doing, you scum! Get away from my woman!”

But his words only fired up a seeping desire hidden within you. Grabbing a hold of Tobio’s collar you brought him even closer to you, deepening the kiss. This was his first kiss, he didn’t really know what he was doing, but he trusted you. He knew this wasn’t about Oikawa anymore, this was your first shared kiss and in it there were many unspoken feelings lingering. He closed his eyes mimicking your own actions, one of his hands wondered down to your waist to keep you in place while the other remained on the side of your face. Your lips tasted like cherry lip gloss, he’s never tasted anything sweeter before. Not even Oikawa’s hysterical shouts were enough to break the magic spell you had him in. It was short lived, but the hazy look in your eyes, slightly disoriented, lips parted in a soft panting, red tinged cheeks, were driving the man insane, making him dive in for another kiss, this one getting heated rather quickly.

Oikawa was speechless.

No matter how many nasty insults came out of his mouth, no matter how many times he tried to physically pull you two away, there was no way to break you two apart. It was like some sort of magnet held you pressed against each other, dulling your senses to anything but the other.

Annoyed with his own life, Oikawa decided to leave for the moment. He needed to reorganize his thoughts, this wasn’t unexpected, but he still didn’t think he would live to see it happen right up on his nose.

You never kissed him like that, not even once. It was such a desperate hungry kiss, tugs, pulls, pants, gasps, it wasn’t something someone should witness in front of a school, it was something you just shouldn’t witness at all. It drove him mad, anxious even. So, he walked aimlessly into the darkness of an alley way without any of you noticing his departure.

Kiss after kiss, thirty minutes went by. There were no words, just kisses, caresses, meaningful glances. That was Kageyama Tobio for you, intense, kindhearted, solely focused on his task at hand. Whether that’d be in volleyball or a make out session, it’s always been the hottest thing.

 “(Y-y/N), I…I…” he was trying to come up with an explanation, he didn’t want you to think he kissed you just to shut Oikawa up, it was what he intended at first, but right now it wasn’t in the slightest, you were the only one in his eyes, not even the break down from earlier mattered anymore to any of you.

He thinks of the way he felt hours earlier in the gym when his eyes finally met yours after such a long time. Many things were felt in that moment and that’s something that doesn’t happen often for him, besides annoyance and hunger there’s not many things he dares to say he feels in a daily basis. But in that moment, he felt seen, he felt wings spring out of his back, your smile entrancing him closer like a moth to a lamp. He’s known this for a while, but always pushed it to a corner of his brain where things he doesn’t care for live, like math. But now he just couldn’t run away from his feelings anymore, his heart wouldn’t be able to take it, even breathing was hard ever since he saw you today.

“I know, Tobio. I do too, probably for a while, don’t know for sure since when, but yeah. I do too.” your voice was nothing but a whisper, no one but him would be able to hear this. You didn’t need him to say it, you know him, it’s always been hard for him to express himself, but you could see it in his eyes, the adoration, and years of longing, all was pouring out of his beautiful blue eyes, no words were necessary.

Plunging for one more kiss before leaving, he sighs against your lips happily. It felt great having someone who understands you to the point where you don’t have to even talk, it was particularly good for him since he has such a hard time being honest with himself, but that struggle wasn’t necessary with you, you saw right through him like if his heart had some sort of transparent sheet covering it. You’ve always been like that since the very beginning of your friendship and that’s what got him so deep into this.

“Tell me when you get home, ok?” nuzzling his cheek with the tip of your nose, you gave him the softest smile he’s ever seen, digging holes into his internal organs. “Yeah, go in. I’ll wait until you’re inside just in case.”

You both were aware that Oikawa wasn’t there anymore, but none of you noticed when he left, if he said or did something, all he could see was you and all you could see was him.

An unexpected way to end the night, but wonderful nonetheless.

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[cantarella]

Actually losing my mind bc someone said that reading Furina and Neuvillette as father & daughter infantilizes her character and I’m??? Genuinely what? I’ve been trying to understand what romance these ppl are gleaning from their interactions/dynamic… it also seems like viewing their relationship through a romantic lense is what actually lends its hand to infantilizing her. But it’s such a popular pairing; I feel like ppl would have my head for simply saying they *look* related on purpose

"I’ve been trying to understand what romance these ppl are gleaning from their interactions/dynamic" you and I both my man I've been feeling like I'm in the fucking twilight zone for the past month. their shooters say they're coded, like how the "the little oceanid" play in her sq would be a parallel for their relationship and like that's... just inaccurate in so many ways. like 1. that's not how any of it went down are they hallucinating 2. IF it was a parallel then it'd be one to focalors specifically and that's another character 3. why on god's green earth would hyv have to use coding for a m/f pairing. do they even know what that shit is for? why would a chinese company need to use that? ofc they don't I forgot 90% of the fans are homophobes they don't care. anyway

you've got it exactly right, viewing their whole dynamic as romantic is the infantilization here actually. you can't deny what happens on screen, and furina acts quite literally like if you put fischl, or any theater kid you can think of, in charge of an entire nation with no guidance. she is overwhelmed and scared of the fact everyone would die if she fails at her task, and by pretending to be someone else she was in stasis for 500 years, never allowed to live her own life and grow up as a person. so in a situation far beyond her she seeks protection from the only person always in her life, who is an older looking man who has his shit genuinely just more put together than her despite everything about him, and has the power to actually protect their people

if you read this as meant to evoke a familial dynamic then it's easy to see how this is a coming of age narrative, of a young adult who has been going through a lot of pain (hello metaphor for adolescence in the form of 500 years of repetitive torture labyrinth. does anyone here like utena) breaking free of the life that chained her and starting to live her own, while learning to not depend anymore on her guardian who still supports her from a distance, but aknowledges her growth through gifting her the last push for full independence (the vision)

if you look at it romantically... well what is there exactly. you have to deny furina is mentally meant to be young to not be gross, so you have to deny the 500 years being stasis so she presumably grew, so she's a deeply emotionally unstable woman seeking protection from her stronger male partner bc she's too damaged to be competent at her job. great fucking dynamic you got there, I think my parents put on a less heteronormative display during their marriage than this. not to mention how it disregards all the pain furina went through with her lack of sense of self and inability to form emotional ties, and neuvi's own arc of isolation from everyone around him. 2 hit mischaracterization combo

also yeah you essentially get hunted for sport if you say it but they literally look related lol. everyone forgot about what visual storytelling is overnight bc the cishet demons possessed them

#sorry this is so long it was hating then it became a mini analysis halfway through and then it went back to hating #but as always. I never mind these asks it's nice to be able to articulate my thoughts #chi.txt #ask #anonymous #teyvat talk

[berryunho]

This is is just me going crazy over character dynamics and going onto the hwa stuff I mentioned in a bit more depth.

I really love the moments between him and mc, right now I would say it's my favorite dynamic in the story. On one hand, the tension is funny to witness because, unlike her relationships with san and hj, there is some semblance of hesitation from both parties here instead of just her lmao? But also, there's so much to unpack about them and what they could become? In short, they keep getting entangled with one another, with varying degrees of enthusiasm from each of them, just to pull apart as quickly as they started the whole thing and I think it's funny how that works.

Getting more detailed on my view of it all, on his side it seems to me that she is kind of growing on him a little bit over time, more so because of their proximity and how important she ended up being in his life due to the importance hj himself placed on her in his own life if that makes any sense? What I mean by that is, I guess hwa never really gave himself enough time or space to feel bad about any of the victims of the cult because his sole focus is hj, so he wouldn't allow himself to see what they are doing to others, he wouldn't even have time to get close enough to any of them to do that. However, because of hj's proximity to mc, hwa comes as a package deal and therefore he too is forced to interact closely with her, now he finally gets to confront the damage they do to someone up close and personal, and it doesn't help that he likes her a bit despite himself (just physically? Perhaps a bit emotionally?).

On mc's side, she is already deprived of any real support system, she is already blurring the lines between her and the cult leaders because of how much she craves some semblance of comfort and companionship. For hwa to aid her, as minimally as he does, during these times when hj is clearly extra unstable, it really messes with her already hazy perception of him.

So we get hwa wanting to get closer, despite his dislike towards her for how focused hj is on her, because he is physically attracted to her yes but also seemingly due to him genuinely being concerned for her (I will also point out that while I am theorizing that the concern comes from genuine sympathy and maybe some empathy, I do think that part of it comes from him not wanting hj to get upset in case something happens to mc, even if that something were to be hj himself), and then we have mc, who can't help but be drawn as a moth to the fucking flames of hell when he offers any semblance of support (aka physical comfort and lending an ear when she asks things), because she can't get that from her actual loved ones so any source, as rancid as it is, she will probably take even if begrudgingly, on top of all that, *she* certainly empathizes with him because no one else is close to hj like they are.

That moment with woo really cemented that for her I think, he doesn't know what it feels like to be stuck with hj (as an individual, not the cult leader) be that willingly or not, he doesn't know how confusing and disorienting it is to navigate his mood swings and gaslighting when you are being *personally and closely* targeted by it, no one in the cult does besides her and hwa because for him they are all even lower in the hierarchy than those two, he didn't really need to follow the other cult members as closely that is.

Hwa stuck himself to hj's side by his own accord and from a young age, and now hj is trying to forcefully shackle her down to him as well. That is also another reason why I feel inclined to believe that he is warming up to her? I said he may be starting to empathize with her a little instead of just feeling sympathy, because he is seeing someone else entering the playing field that is his relationship with hj, and he may be starting to see that she could very well be on his team instead of against him (they are the losing team in the game, but at least they are losing together yay!). Like, the hand scene with hj teasing him about it? Mc is probably the only other person that hwa considers as a possible source of comfort (I wouldn't say affection because I don't think they are quite there yet) besides hj at this point, and she would probably treat him a bit better than hj does, she'd treat him as a BAD person sure but a person nonetheless, meanwhile hj steps all over the guy lol.

Its just the three of them in their own little twisted world in a way (Its a very interesting dynamic, I am so invested to see how it develops omg). That's also why I believe he wasn't just trying to keep her from upsetting hj for hj's sake this chapter, nor did it seem to be just to keep her safe from his wrath. Instead, he is almost playing peacemaker between both of them, it's just that hj is less likely to play along than mc so he has to rope her into walking around the eggshells she can't see, but to me it almost looks like he is trying to make a three way relationship work there lmao. Almost. Who knows. I can't wait to find out.

Anyway, despite hwa and mc repeatedly getting closer and closer, they always take a step back right after because 1. She lowkey stole his man without even trying plus he is supposed to stay loyal to said man and 2. He is a cult leader who has threatened her life multiple times and is still holding her hostage and is still a threat to her life. And they keep doing this little song and dance of it all around hj, the clinically unstable psycho. So yeah, fun for everyone, hooraaaay!!

That's all I wanted to add (I kind of wanted to go on to talk about the stuff between her and san but maybe that can wait for another day so I won't kill you with my essay of an ask lmaoo).

Again, thanks for all your hard work lauren, have a good day/night!

- 👁👁

Okay epic here we go

I def think you’re right w the idea that mc is growing on sh as time goes on hehe and yes it def has something to do just w the fact that they spend so much time together!! Like you said sh doesn’t really have a close relationship w the other cult members bc his main focus is just on hj and you could probably argue that he was close-ish to haneul but since she had her thing w jongho she wasnt w hj and sh as much and so yeah sh’s priority is definitely just hj and the fact that he places so much value on mc basically means that hwa has to as well even if it isnt what he would want

Heheheh yes mc is also very conflicted w the relationship obvs we get her pov and her thoughts and feelings and stuff and its clear she has no idea whats happening w hwa and that she doesn’t necessarily want to act on her … feelings ? urges ? LMAO IDK whatever it is that she feels when shes around him but like . you gotta have mental fortitude for that . and the longer they’re together and the closer they get w one another that fortitude can only remain for so long right . 

YES this idea that seonghwa is concerned about mc AND hj simultaneously is so good . like he has to worry that hj will lose interest in him but he also has to worry that something will happen to her and that hj will lose it and he also has to worry what will happen to her AND hj if she keeps things going the way that they are like . seonghwa is really a mediator in this whole situation now whether he wants to be or not but he also has to contend w his own feelings and worries which makes everything more complicated 

mc and hwa are absolutely tied together just on the virtue that they are the closest people to hj and are the only ones that like. Really get to see him or know him beyond a literal religious figure. And yes yes for sure they have to start seeing themselves as … idk like coworkers ? LMAO RATHER THAN ENEMIES I MEAN like not friends but they have to realize how they can interplay with each other to create a “”good”” situation for everyone yk 

BUT YEAH THIS ASK IS ALL REALLY GOOD AND INSIGHTFUL FOR ME like knowing what you’re thinking is sooooo good for knowing what im getting across well and what i want to continue to develop hehe feel free to send me asks WHENEVER about LITERALLY ANYTHING it can be a long long ask or a short short one i will always appreciate it <333 thank you again <333

#👁👁 anon #answered #the answer spoilers #feedback

[flingmetothemoon]

Can we talk about Sonic X TailAmy for a moment?

Disclaimer: if you disagree with me, that's fine. If you prefer Sonamy over Tailamy, go right ahead. But remember this is my opinion based on observations and research. I would appreciate it if Sonamy shippers don't try to convince me why Sonamy is such a beautiful well-written canon ship and why I'm bad for not shipping it. You wouldn't like it if I did that to you would you? Then don't do that to me ok?

So I was rewatching Sonic X for refreshment of what's happening and the context behind it and noticed something interesting in the Chaos arc I never really thought about.

Amy gets captured and becomes prisoner to Eggman just right after Tails received a massive head and arm injury from a plane crash that could easily worsen if he keeps pushing himself. Think about it, Tails could've chosen to stay at home and heal and let Sonic do all the work saving Amy by himself, especially considering Sonic is a more well-known hero than he is, his X Tornado is damaged and the Station Square City is in chaos at this time. But instead, he got into the X Tornado again, got into a dangerous battle with Eggman and LITERALLY PUSHED THROUGH ANOTHER CRASH to help Sonic save Amy all while Amy was emoing over Sonic as usual! Tails was willing to pretty much risk his life for Amy's sake! He risked his life for her so much that Sonic had to assign him to simply fly Amy back home to safety while he finishes dealing with Eggman!

How is this different from those "SonAmy moments" where Sonic saves Amy from danger himself? Because Sonic is a well-known hero with a habit of risking his life to save his friends, so saving Amy makes it not really that special since he helps his other friends in a similar manner. So if Amy is in trouble and Sonic has to help her, we know this is predictable for him for his role. Tails on the other hand is not a regular hero like Sonic and is usually shyer and more unsure of himself while Sonic likes to show himself off. And note that piloting machines is dangerous for someone his age even for a skilled pilot like him. Yet despite all this, Tails was still willing to push through a life-and-death situation to make sure his friend is safe while injured that even Sonic and Chuck worried about him forcing himself.

Another thing it is different from those "SonAmy moments" is that actions spoke louder than visual effects and feels. They weren't trying to make it romantic and they didn't feel the need to give Amy emotional issues to show she cares for Tails, yet that moment showed that Tails does love Amy enough to put her life above his own even though he is not Amy's romantic pursuit. With Sonamy, Amy was somehow felt the need to be either given obnoxious weepy melodrama or turned into a violent psycho and makes Sonic look like a jerk for not fitting into her ideal mold of how she views him and then they think they can make up for it by putting them in a pretty setting with cheesy romantic 80s anime style music in the background and Sonamy fanatics somehow eat it up, which I find unhealthy and unromantic at the end of the day.

But no, Tails can have Cosmo instead even though she's gonna have to die soon to save the universe. Whether or not their personalities and goals are compatible or the fact that they're in the middle of a space war with Cosmo's dad who's literally trying to destroy the universe doesn't matter. Let's make an episode where Vector takes advantage of Tails' feelings and tries to force them into a relationship they're not ready for simply because he was bored. Then make Tails and Cosmo accidentally fall into Amy's trap for Sonic and fall madly in love and then shortly afterwards, make Tails have to kill her for the sake of the universe and leave him emotionally unstable by the end of the show. Yeah, totally #Truelove and #RelationshipGoals! Why do Anime creators particularly seem to think that being emotionally unstable over crushes is healthy for relationships? Because a country's culture made by imperfect humans says so? When Cosmo's death tragically impacted Tails, who decided to spend time with him and cheer him up? Was it his number 1 BFF Sonic? Nope, it was Cream AND Amy. It's sad when you realize that Tails and Amy make each other more calmer and happier than their own respective crushes do...

This is it for the post today. This post is also on DeviantART if you wanna check it out there. C:

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic #Sonic X #Miles “Tails” Prower #Tails #Amy Rose #Tailamy #Tails X Amy #Cloudy chats #Character analysis #Character dynamics #That's why I prefer Tailamy instead of Sonamy #Analysis #Essay #Sonic meta

[selfieignite]

2023.07.18

12 Quick Questions for John Cho Engaging actor joins Season 2 of Apple TV+’s ‘The Afterparty’

Q: Would you consider yourself a party person?

A: When I was going to parties more when I was young … I would go rolling up in a corner and people watch. I remember when I was in college [The University of California, Berkeley], I used to like to take my lunch on the steps in the big plaza there and just sit on the steps and people watch. It’s my favorite activity, maybe.

Q: What factors persuade you to commit to an acting project, including The Afterparty?

A: It’s a little bit like falling in love. You can have your criteria, but you never know until you meet the script. But top of order are [the] people — cool people that you want to work with. It all just starts with the people, and then the script, and then the character.

Cho, far left, stars in Season 2 of the murder mystery series “The Afterparty” on Apple TV+.

Q: Who are some “cool people” you’d like to work with in the future?

A: The list is quite long. There’s so many people, so little time. I’m running out of years … I admire people from many genres, but one thing that I’m keen to do moving forward is [that] I’d like to work with friends more … One of the best feelings is to return to work with someone that you really love. There’s nothing quite like it.

Q: Your young-adult novel, Troublemaker, narrated by a 12-year-old character, was published this year. Any plans to write another book?

A: I’m working on something else right now, but I’m trying to see when I can set aside time to return to that. The coolest thing about the process of releasing a book has been the new artistic community that's been made available to me — all these authors that I’ve met. Now, authors are [asking] me, “Would you read my book and blurb it?” That community has been really cool. And not incidentally, meeting teachers and librarians through the releases of the book has been really wonderful and edifying.

Q: Why did you choose to write a book for that age group?

A: Twelve is at an age when I was moving around quite a bit, and I felt like I was a new kid in school every six months. The constant in my life was books. I relied on them very heavily to combat loneliness and feel that there was some kind of stability in my life. I never really saw someone that looked like myself on the cover of those books that I was reading. I thought it would be just a little Christmas gift for a 12-year-old me.

Q: What’s the first book you fell in love with?

A: The first book that meant a lot to me personally was Little House on the Prairie. I very, very clearly saw my own family, who are immigrants, in the Ingalls family that were traveling all over America alone. So I drew very conscious parallels between my family and theirs. I think that was the first series of books that meant a lot to me personally.

Q: Do you remember what it felt like to immigrate to the U.S. at age 6?

A: It’s a curious experience to immigrate as a kid, because on the one hand you’re very adaptable, and on the other, you’re not emotionally developed enough to know, to admit, that things are difficult. So certain things seem easy to you because, for instance, you can get the language easier than your parents. But on the other hand … you’re unable to identify things that make you feel unstable, and things that are emotionally difficult can sort of slip right past you until many years later. It’s a mixed bag. In some ways I’m still kind of figuring it out — what that experience was and how it defined my life.

Q: Is there an important life lesson, then, that you want to teach your own kids?

A: I don’t know that I consciously teach my kids [ages 10 and 15] a lot of stuff. The thing that I try to do most with them is to make them feel loved and safe, and then we’ll go from there. But In terms of what immigration has taught me, I think the lesson of immigration for me — and maybe I do teach it to my kids — is probably [that] you have to empathize with all human beings. You don’t know what their lives have been like up until the point you meet them.

Q: Are we ever going to see Harold and Kumar back together again?

A: That would please me. I don’t know. I’m not aware of any solid plans, but we talk about it from time to time, and if there’s an opportunity, perhaps. I think some of the rights issues are a little thorny, but the creators and Kal [Penn] and I are keen. We’d love to do one. It would be real fun to do one after all these years, as we’re almost AARP members ourselves.

Cho and Kal Penn starred in the 2004 comedy, “Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle.”

Q: You’re actually already eligible for AARP membership. Speaking of, did you have a big celebration last year for your 50th? A: I forget, sometimes [that] I’m 51 this year. In our house, all birthdays are kid birthdays. It’s all cakes for them and whatever they want to eat and handmade cards. It’s my favorite.

Q: Do you think about aging, and does it give you pause?

A: Sure. In some ways, this age is a very strange place to be when you have kids and aging parents. You’re taking care of both sides of your family. Raising the kids, you’re seeing the beginning of one life, and closer to the end on the other end. So, yes, you’re in a position where you’re forced to reflect on your body and other bodies and also spirits and also the longevity of life, of spirit. I have all the thoughts, all the time, because you’re forced to. Being this age, you’re seeing it all and you’re in the nexus of all these lives.

Q: What do you do to relax and feel grounded?

A: If I’m feeling anxious — it almost always does something for me in a good way — is to go outside, feel the wind, look at the trees … It sounds so simple, but it works for me. Everyone, if you have a park near your house, go to the park and spend half an hour there. It’ll do you good.

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#john cho #harold and kumar #the afterparty #interview #book #troublemaker #hope he releases an autobiography next

[wesninskijr]

My headcanon for what's wrong with Roman Roy. Making my own post because I feel like people are not gonna like it but I've been sitting on it for months. also want to make clear I don't necessarily think this is canon, just how I've mentally filled in the gaps. Tw for csa, cocsa

Logan saw the way Kendall played with Roman being the "weaker dog" and called so much attention to it that Roman bent around it psychosexually. Childhood games often have a psychosexual aspect to them subliminally (roles in playing house, for example, or situations you play out over and over) and they play a role in the way you engage with your sexuality later on in life. That's why Roman feels such shame and humiliation and seeks it out in sexual situations, because Logan made him feel like there was something wrong with him for the way he played with Kendall. It's about doing what feels right and being told it's wrong.

Now, all of that is pretty much canon. I'd like to step away from canon and fill in the gaps by looking at how Kendall factors in. People often focus on Roman in the "dog pound" situation, even Logan victim blamed him for being the weaker dog. But Kendall was the one leading him...

I feel like there was some kind of sexual aspect to their play. I don't know exactly what, but I imagine Kendall gave Roman instructions to do certain things that went beyond the realm of typical roleplay. Thats why Roman has to have a barrier between himself and the person whos helping him get off, because he would be behind the barrier of the dog pound when he played out these situations with Kendall.

Whether or not this was intentional on Kendall's part, this is a form of grooming, and lays the foundation for Roman to be nonconsentually lead into sexual situations. People who experienced csa are statistically more likely to experience other forms of s/a later in life, and I could easily see him having been taken advantage of by Logan's friends (like "Mo" Lester McClintock). I also believe this explains his willingness to play along with roles laden with sexual innuendo in the business world. The scene with Roman and Mencken in the bathroom reads as dubcon to me because of this.

What first brought my attention to this was the discrepancy between how he and Connor remember it. That tells me there's been so much repression on the subject of the dog pound and he no longer remembers how he really felt about it. But also, Roman has apparently had a lot of therapy, which leads me to believe he might have also shared those experiences with a therapist and they decided the healthy thing would be to be angry about it, not enjoy it. This is reinforced by Logan having shamed him for his behavior, and explains why he'll sometimes indignantly stick up for himself.

Going further, why does Roman have to be behind a barrier to get off? We see that he's uncomfortable being in close quarters with people one on one (when his girlfriend at the time followed him into the bathroom to get dressed, and the stilted way he acts around Mencken), so he feels safer stowed away, taking instructions.

Roman also canonically has borderline personality disorder, Hallmark traits of which being hypersexuality, an unstable sense of self, or an inconsistent set of values. This goes hand in hand with Roman allowing himself to be led into situations where he doesn't know if he's really comfortable. There's no direct "cause" for bpd, but neglect and inconsistent parenting are thought to be leading factors. You see this directly with Logan shaming his children for being both too subservient and not subservient enough, and you also see it with Caroline's refusal to emotionally connect with her children. Roman lacks emotional distance from her because her abandonment. He doesn't understand the way she left off, so he keeps trying to recreate their relationship before that. This explains his "Oedipus complex", aka his shock at his mother's sudden life change and that he had no part in.

Roman is still largely a traumatized child trying to navigate through his life after severe and unique abuse.

If you made it all the way through this, thank you for reading, feel free to reblog or comment or block as you see fit

#might be spelling or grammar errors i didn't catch #roman roy #succession #roman roy headcanon #thanks for tuning in

[simplyme817]

In the words of my therapist, “seeking revenge is perpetuating an abuse cycle”, and it will go on and on and on until one of you stops, someone gets a restraining order, fired from their job, socially slandered into oblivion, or one of you dies.

This is the honest truth; the narcissist DOES NOT CARE - they are completely empty, emotionally destitute, and hopelessly unyielding. They will never bend to your will, they will never change, and they never take accountability for the pain they have wrought. No amount of revenge or torture is going to change that - you could smash them in the head with a literal hammer and they STILL won’t get it, and better yet, they’ll milk everything you throw at them as ammunition against you. You are giving them EXACTLY what they want - your shared world to see you as crazy, obsessed, vindictive, and completely in the wrong. They WANT you to be perceived as the offender and wrongdoer so they can pretend to be the VICTIM in the situation.

Know this - the narcissist is ALREADY TORTURED!!! Look at them - how miserable, seething, overly critical, self-absorbed, emotionally unstable - they are of the lowest quality people on the planet - lazy, stubborn, lonely, arrogant, jealous, grandiose, PATHETIC!!! Seriously, take off the rose colored glasses and see them for who they TRULY are!! Mommy and/or daddy was never there and they are eternally seeking to fulfill that black hole with multiple caretakers and suppliers who will NEVER measure up in their minds. They abuse, discard, and cycle through people like underwear. They know NOTHING of love, friendship, loyalty, trust, and longevity because they are INCAPABLE of having a lasting and healthy relationship with ANYONE. This is why they often have NO PEOPLE - eternally the lonesome loser looking for others to temporarily wipe their arses until they can find a replacement and on it goes. What could YOU possibly do to make their situation worse than it already is?

So they said some hurtful things to you, they built you up to tear you down, they broke promises, they stabbed you in the back, dragged your name through the mud, and threw you away like garbage. BE MAD!!! It’s OK!!! You did NOT see it coming and you DID NOT DESERVE THIS. But here is the truth - it WAS NOT ALL YOUR FAULT!!! Although the narcissist blames you - they have the mental and emotional capacity of young broken children because they NEVER EVOLVED!!! Take PITY on them. Turn the table around and see your own WORTH. Their life will always be a lonely and chaotic mess and you don’t have to lift a finger, they have no problem screwing themselves over time and time again, they don’t need your help with that. Listen, this was always going to be the outcome. I know it wasn’t what you wanted. But this is who they are.

Let them go, let them live, be merciful, be understanding of their hopeless condition. Take matters into your own hands by loving yourself, learning from the situation, and evolving as a person because you CAN and they CANNOT!! Someday this will all fade away into the recesses of your past. When you are out and about living a peaceful, healthy, and happy life, you may come upon the ex narc and see that their live is just as empty and hopeless as it always was. It’s sad. Let them blame you, who cares, they have to blame someone because they CAN’T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY. Let the fool think he/she has won and move forward with your one precious life. This is the most torturous thing you can possibly do in the face of narcissistic abuse

[ash-and-books]

For My Abandoned Love by Ryoho, Kim Seon Yu

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb: I entered my favorite romance-fantasy novel, which I have read many times.Thanks to the body of a wealthy commoner, I bought the status of a fallen aristocrat, attended a noble family’s gathering and observed the romance of the characters in the original novel.I wanted to return to the real world after witnessing the ending. But somehow, even after the ending, I was not freed from the body I possessed and remained living in the original novel.As a result, I acquired the stories behind the scenes that I refused to comprehend.My favorite sub male lead, Caelus, has died. Living impoverished in the original work without him, I eventually fell ill and died. Now, I wanted to return to reality.However, the irony of fate has returned me to the end of the novel overnight. This is definitely… to save my beloved, right?

Review:

Given a second chance at life, would you save your favorite character if you could? When Hestia is given the chance to save her favorite character Kaelus from his tragic ending will she? Hestia finds herself in the body of a side character in her favorite story. the story that follows Kaelus, Diana, and Helios. Kaelus and Helios are best friends who are both in love with the saintess Diana, Helios is the crown prince and Kaelus is a duke. Kaelus finds himself continuously getting rid of obstacles in the way of Helios and Diana’s relationship to the point that they treat him poor and abandon him, so on the day of their wedding he plans to commit suicide... until Hestia takes matters into her own hands and saves his life. Hestia has been in love with Kaelus ever since she read his story, and wants nothing more than to help him heal and get revenge on his behalf, so she proposes an arrangement: She will marry Kaelus and help him get back all that he’s lost and fix his estate, he is currently too depressed and too emotionally unstable to care and agrees. As Hestia begins to help Kaelus heal and get revenge, Kaelus begins to notice that it’s working, he’s healing, his estate is back to running properly... but what he can’t figure out is why Hestia is going so far for him. They’ve never met and yet she gives him unconditional love... yet no matter how much he teases her or even gives her a little bit of it back she draws a line and runs away. Soon Hestia and Kaelus will both have to deal with political issues as both Helios and Diana’s romance starts to grow apart and Helios himself begins to fall for Hestia while Diana wants Kaelus back. Yet Kaelus has begun to realize that maybe there is such thing as a second love and that his true love is right in front of him if only he could get her to actually see them as an actual husband and wife couple. Now Kaelus will have to work hard to win Hestia’s feelings and acknowledgement because no matter what he says she seems to be weary of his affections and that he might actually be over his first love. Can he convince her that she’s the one for him or will she vanish before he can? This was a fantastic story about healing, dealing with depression, and opening yourself up to love after being hurt. Kaelus lost both his best friend and his first love, he was dealing with some major abandonment issues, it took time to heal to open himself up again, and the story really depicts what it’s like to work through all of it. Hestia was such a funny and lovable character. All she wanted was to help Kaelus and make sure he was okay and she was so determined to get revenge for him. She’s sweet, funny, smart. and just so caring of those she loves. Honestly Kaelus can move aside cuz I would gladly take Hestia for myself. It’s always interesting to see the a male protagonist lead portrayed as being the much more sensative of the two. It was a really refreshing and sweet slow burn romance story. There is a manga that is currently out that I would also recommend but the novel was just great!

#book #book review #k-novel #romance #manga #for my abandoned love

[moon-ursidae]

GAME SESSION 5 RECAP

i’m super sad to say that this might be the last session recap! i want to try to finish the game tonight bc i feel like i’m so close to the ending. idk what i’m gonna do with my life afterwards haha

i plan on writing a big post about my experience playing this game as a whole, and other thoughts i had other than me just writing down gibberish as i play lmao. i just love this game to fucking bits.

as per usual, spoilers for both games and the hbo series below!!

i genuinely am scared to finish this game bc it’s been the only thing that’s kept me going this week before the semester 😳

hours played: 3-4ish?

ALRIGHTY FOLKS! SHOWTIME!

alright so we’re at the section called highway exit

starting off in the stairwell directly after joel asked ellie if she really wanted to go through with this

“well i ain’t leavin without ya. let’s go wrap this up.” ALREADY STARTING OFF WITH A BANG HUH?

i love them.

this poor dude died on the shitter

elvis?? HAHA SORRY

“i’m sorry joel.” “that’s okay ellie.” 😭😭 AHH

i genuinely could not imagine losing your daughter like that, then having to move on so fast for your own survival. fucking insane.

and the piano in the back? so beautiful

SHE TOOK THE PICTURE OF SARAH AND JOEL😭😭

“well, no matter how hard you try, i guess you can’t escape from your past. thank you” AFTER HE TOOK A DEEP BREATH😭😭😭

oh my god that is very much a bloater

THERE ARE SO MANY?? WHY??

that had me C L E N C H I N G

“that’s something you can do when we’re done.” “what?” “teach me how to swim” “you got it.” go away i’m emotionally unstable

oh god it’s the hospital

every time they tell each other to be careful, specifically ellie telling joel to be careful and he ALWAYS reassures her. like just now i’m ferrying her across on the palette and she said “be careful” and joel responded “i gotcha” UGH my heart strings dude. they’re being tugged

joel pulling a nathan drake w the ladder breaking lmao

i’m amazed i figured out how to get across that fast

oh damn these are some rapids

i have an inkling something is going to give way and joel or ellie is going to be swept away by the current

“you’re gonna catch me?” “i got you” 😭😭

“see? you didn’t even need me” I’M GONNA CRY HE’S SUCH A DAAAAD

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY DUDE

OH MY GOD ELLIE NOO

HER JUST FLOATING STOP IT

OH MY GOD

HE’S AT GUNPOINT BUT STILL GIVING CPR OH MY GOD😭

“c’mon ellie” DESPERATELY GIVING CPR

NOOOOO FUCK THAT GUY FUCK YOU ASSHOLE YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT

MARLENE!

“and ellie?” SUCH. A. DAD.

“it was her. she fought like hell to get here.” crying in da club

“maybe it was meant to be” yes that they bonded and became father and daughter. was absolutely meant to be i agree.

”take me to her.” “you don’t have to worry about her anymore. we’ll take ca-“ “i worry. just let me see her please.”😭😭😭😭

they’re so hopeful for a vaccine no matter what and he’s just so worried about ellie🥺

“find someone else” JOEL ANGY

aye! lay off my man here bro

yoooo i didn’t know marlene knew her that long!

“then why are you letting this happen?” the desperation and anger in his voice :(

“if he tries anything, shoot him.” marlene all due respect but i feel as though joel is the one that will be doing the shooting

THE WAY JOEL LOOKED BACK AT HIM AFTER HE WAS SHOVED 🫢

this dude is so fucked

BRO DO NOT F U C K WITH JOEL OH MY GOD

“i don’t have time for this” GODDAMN

this shit is so intense my hands are SWEATING and i only just cleared the first area of fireflies

the west wing? but i was taught by beauty and the beast to never go there! lmao

that guy coming out of the door scared the shit outta me

OOF this surgeon’s recording about ellie’s immunity and that it’s huge for the better of mankind

wait that would be abby’s dad then right??

damn. marlene’s recording. fucking crazy. i couldn’t imagine being joel though and getting confirmation that they HAVE to kill ellie to make a vaccine.

so in game, it’s april 28th. gotcha. noted

marlene talking about how they radioed in that they spotted an old man and a young girl 💀 joel’s not that old guys c’mon

“yea that’s it. i’m comin’ ellie.”😭😭😭

marlene’s voice recordings :(

she won’t kill joel bc he understands how difficult the choice is

and he’s kept her safe from boston to fucking utah. across the damn country

OH MY GOD THE SURGEON TEAM’S SHADOWS IN THE FUCKING WINDOW

jesus fuck bro

“sweet jesus.”

GUYS LOOK IT’S ABBY’S DAD

one choice and the second game would go SO differently dude.

god seeing ellie on the table hurts my soul

i’m hesitating shooting them dude holy fuck

i shot 2 of them i feel horrible i left the woman i feel horrible oh my god oh my god oh my god

i feel so fucking bad right now i feel so GUILTY

“come on babygirl” 😭😭😭

THE WAY THIS IS SO FULL CIRCLE

I KNOW JOEL IS HAVING FLASHBACKS RN I FEEL HORRIBLE

RUNNING FROM PEOPLE IN GEAR SHOOTING AT HIM WHILE CARRYING HIS DAUGHTER😭😭😭😭😭😭

this music dude. i’m gonna fucking cry.

joel keeps saying that he’s gonna get her out🥺

the way it just fucking cuts to the pov of him driving. insane.

“turn out there’s a bunch more like you ellie. people that’re immune. dozens actually.”

the way he stuttered after the shot of him shooting marlene AH

i kind of hate the way that he’s lying to her, but i understand. we see how it affects them once she learns the truth about what happened.

“i’m takin’ us home” 🥺🥺

“i’m sorry.” HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR SO MUCH THAT SHE ISN’T AWARE OF RIGHT NOW AND THAT UUUGH

i am indeed crying

“you’ll just come after her.” BRO. JOEL.

i fuckin- need a MINUTE bro

another outfit change slay sorry i felt like that was a big switch up from what just happened haha

oooooh i’m playing as ellie? this is weird

“sarah and i used to take hikes like this. i think the two of you would’ve been good friends.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

ELLIE AGREEING🥹😭😭

jackson!

the fucking music is making me emotional

“i struggled for a long time. surviving.” AND THEN RUBBING HIS WATCH I’M FUCKIN- I CANNOT DO THIS

THEM OPENING UP TO EACH OTHER😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“swear to me. swear to me that everything you said about the fireflies is true.” UH OH.

“i swear.” i-

THE SHOT! THE FAMOUS ELLIE SHOT! AH!

“okay.”

CREDITS?

i- wh-

i’m just kinda sitting here frozen bc i don’t know what to do now

my life is so different now

there was a version of me before playing this game and now i’m here and do not know what to do

it’s bittersweet. i feel like a tightness in my chest bc i’m sad but a happiness as well bc this game was amazing.

chills. goosebumps all over my body.

i cannot believe this is over.

great i’m C R Y I N G now lmao

THE LAST OF US THEME PLAYING NOW YYYEEEAAAAAAAA

HER KNIFE IN THE WINDOW STOP. OH MY GOD.

i have so many things to say, so i’ll do a seperate post on that like i mentioned earlier.

all in all, jesus fucking christ.

#the last of us #the last of us spoilers #tlou #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie #mads plays the last of us!🌿 #joel miller🌿

[ziracona]

Friendly reminder you have to pay me $5 to read and respond to anon hate, or I'll just ignore the pissbaby missive and move on without ever reading it, add you to my blocklist, and forget you ever existed. <3 which is actually preferrable to the $5 things because that's way undercharging to deal with a toddler tantrum from an entitled adult on the internet tbh but I figure if it's that important I may as well leave the option open for now out of my intense charitable kindness.

#'The Crypters didn't-' sweaty I'll never read more of your message but yes they did <3 they're evil little shits and I'd kill any of them #with my own hands go get a life why are you so emotionally unstable and pathetic you can't handle a single person online having an opinion #that isn't yours on the internet step on glass <3 be a better person or be hit by a bus < #The fact everyone who stans these characters is so pathetic I get hate for making a /meme/ --not even hate a /meme/ about the arc of a #game I'm playing where the /villain/ of that arc says a line from a series of unfortunate events? Is further proof how right I am #and how stupid disgusting and pathetic you are. go fuck yourself love <3 #this is genuinely funny I feel like the jester with the rabid dogs painting #Lostbelt 2 #do you even realize what a clown you look like trying to defend a character as pure as the driven snow by sending anon hate to someone as #a way to try and convince them? It's so fucking funny like you are all so stupid #but if that's who you stan I'm really not surprised. Like attracts like I guess rofl go decompose in an open grave with your garbage faves #You’re literally so stupid like before I was like ‘yeah villains whose asses I wanted to kick’ but now I’m dedicated to absolutely despising #every one of them on a more personal level just to piss you all off for mildly inconvenienceing me #anyway I’m right I’m better and nicer and smarter than you because i rock I don’t harass strangers over my feewings not being able to stand #a difference of opinion and I can critically read content

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Idk if your requests are open but could I request a Hannibal x reader who has an emotionally/verbally abusive older sibling. If you're not comfortable or if it's too dark you can ignore this :)

Anon, I had an emotionally abusive older sister figure growing up. I would be fucking honored. I hope you like it!

(Gender neutral) y/n gets some unexpected advice from their new therapist after things got physical with their verbally abusive older sister. 

Trigger warnings: verbal and emotional abuse, reactive abuse, mention of suicide, implied use of r-slur

At first, you hated that you had to see a therapist. Just because you were the first one to throw a punch, you were designated the violent one. The unstable one. The one that needed to be straightened out. As if nearly two decades of your sister's completely unchecked psychological torment was supposed to just roll right off your back. But she'd been asking for it since the day she learned to speak, and you both knew it. You only regretted not hitting her harder.

Dr. Lecter's office was spacious, overwhelming and cold. Impeccably decorated, but not so much in the way of welcoming. You couldn't begin to picture yourself opening up to whatever kind of person kept their office as dark and frigid as a morgue.

"My sincerest apologies for making you wait, [F/N]." A low, accented voice greeted you from behind. The man hurriedly strode across the room and took his place behind the desk. "I'm Dr. Hannibal Lecter, it's nice to meet you in person."

Your gaze fell, mostly because the therapist was just as intimidating as the room. "Hi. I'm [F/N] [L/N]. But you already knew that."

"Perhaps we can begin by clarifying why it is you're here?" Dr. Lecter asked. His tone wasn't accusatory, but confused.

You put your hands on your knees and sighed. "I punched my sister in the throat."

"Did she deserve it?"

He probably expected this question to catch you off guard, but you had an answer.

"She did." You nodded.

"Oh?" Dr. Lecter raised an eyebrow. With a look, he urged you to elaborate.

"I had just gotten these new shoes." You began. "These really nice cuffed ankle boots that I've been eyeing for, like, months. And I was wearing them around the house, y'know, to break them in. Well, apparently, she didn't like the sound they made on the hardwood, so she said 'Jesus [F/N], since you clearly crave attention so much, why don't you go kill yourself?'"

"And she said this..." Dr. Lecter narrowed his eyes. "Because your shoes were making noise against the floor?"

"So I was about to say 'sorry' when I realized that I didn't do anything." You continued. "So I just went about my business. When I didn't apologize, she got up into my face and started telling me what a waste of space I was. Then I just decked her."

Dr. Lecter's mouth turned up into a slight grin. He crossed the room and took a knee beside you. "Make a fist for me."

You balled your hand up into a fist, tucking your thumb under your fingers.

"Oh, no. That won't do at all. You're going to dislocate your thumb that way." Dr. Lecter clicked his tongue. "Come now, dear. Give me your hand."

He took your hand and gently guided it into a proper fist, with your thumb awkwardly resting over your fingers.

"There we are." He whispered. "Next time, try that. And if she hits back, don't be afraid to use your nails or teeth."

"Thanks, but," You laughed awkwardly. "I'm pretty sure my mom sent me here so there wouldn't be a next time?"

"Your mother is dreadfully naïve if she thinks there won't be." Dr. Lecter took a seat in the chair across from yours. "She clearly sees no problem that her oldest child is encouraging her sibling to commit suicide."

You leaned back in your chair. "But what about 'violence is never the answer'?"

"I try not to limit my practice with meaningless platitudes." He smiled. "You've heard 'sticks and stones may break my bones'..."

"But chains and whips excite me." You finished, not stopping for a moment to consider if your 50-year-old ambiguously European therapist would understand a reference to Rihanna.

He paused for a moment, then laughed. It was strange to see this six foot tall, terrifying man laugh, but it happened. You did that. "That's not the way I've heard it go."

"I feel so dumb." You threw your head back. "It's a song."

"I have to say, I like that version better." Dr. Lecter said. "The reality is, my dear [F/N], you are only a perpetrator as long as your sister is. What you're engaged in is known as 'reactive abuse'. While it can be dangerous in its own right, it often manifests as a form of self-defense."

"That..." Your voice trailed off. "Actually makes me feel a little better."

"Don't let anyone tell you what you did was unjustified." Dr. Lecter instructed. "And, more importantly, don't tell yourself it was unjustified."

"Thanks." You said, weakly.

“And in the meantime,” Dr. Lecter continued. “You need to make sure when you hit her, you don’t break your fingers in the process. Do you understand?” 

“Loud and clear.” You nodded. 

“I feel that’s probably enough time spent on your worthless sister, don’t you?” He settled into his seat. “Tell me about yourself.” 

He broke you open like like an egg. Soon enough, the hour was over and you didn’t even feel it pass. But you were refreshed and ready to take on the world with a new understanding of your station in life. That was, until you saw your sister waiting for you in the lobby. 

“Hey fuckface, mom sent me to pick you up from suicidal freak daycare.” She said, slouching in her seat with her legs crossed. 

You took in a breath, falling back on your old, horrifically ineffective coping skills. 

“This is a private exit for my patients, Miss [L/N].” Dr. Lecter scolded, putting a protective hand on your shoulder. “And I would appreciate it if you did not use that language in my office.” 

The sudden presence of an actual adult snapped her into shape. She sat up and uncrossed her legs. “Of course. Sorry, sir.” 

“Now apologize.” Dr. Lecter demanded. 

She said nothing. 

“Miss [L/N], I find it terribly offensive that you felt entitled to insult both my practice and my patient.” He broke the silence. “You would do well to apologize.” 

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” She muttered. “Can I please just take them home?” 

You felt yourself tense up. Dr. Lecter squeezed your shoulder comfortingly and leaned in to your ear. “Remember what I taught you, [L/N].”

You took a few steps forward, Dr. Lecter watching from the threshold. 

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” Your sister scoffed. “I don’t have all day, you little reta-” 

You heard the collision before you felt it. You launched your fist straight into her jaw before she could finish that word. A dreadful crunch filled the air. 

You pulled your hand back, a rush of endorphins flooding your mind. Your knuckles felt a little sore, but the pain faded quickly. Your sister’s pain, however, would last quite a while. 

You looked back at Dr. Lecter and shook out your hand. “You were right. That is better.” 

#hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hannibal x you #anon ask #anon request #tw suidice #tw r slur #tw emotional abuse #tw verbal assault

[agustdakasuga]

Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 19

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

Today’s the day. No more running away. It’s time to face the truth. 

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

When you stirred awake, your eyes widened and you shot up. You looked around the room and realised that you were in Namjoon’s room, the multiple books on the shelves being a dead giveaway. On the nightstand beside you was a scribbled note. 

‘Had to attend a meeting. Take the day off and rest. - Namjoon’

You sighed, falling back onto the bed. Looking down, you weren’t in your dress anymore. You only hoped that the boys weren’t daring enough to change you and in your drunk stupor, you were able to change yourself. 

“Kill me.” You screamed into the pillow. 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Go away.” You groaned. 

“Good morning.” Taehyung came in with a grin. You sat up in annoyance, running your fingers through your hair in an attempt to undo all the tangled knots from your sleep. 

“Here, this will help.” Taehyung poked your shoulder. He handed you the hangover pill and a glass of lemon water. 

“Thanks...” You swallowed the pill with the cold liquid. Sighing tiredly, you fell back onto Namjoon’s pillow. Since it was obvious that you slept next to the guy, who is also your boss, you didn’t care that Taehyung was seeing you enjoying the warmth and comfort of Namjoon’s bed. After all, you were too tired and hungover to care. 

“Hey, Taehyung. Where’s Jimin?” You asked. 

“Still sleeping. Whenever Jimin drinks as much as he did last night, he sleeps for a really long time. Like... until the following evening.” Taehyung shrugged. You nodded your head. 

“Do you... feel better? After last night.” Taehyung seemed a little cautious with his question. 

“Do I feel better? Well, I did feel more relaxed last night at the club. But right now, my stomach is churning and my head is pounding so not really.” You chuckled. Seeing that you still joked around, Taehyung grinned. 

“Need help getting back to your room?” 

“I can manage.” You forced a smile. Taehyung just let you grab onto his arm to stand up. He walked beside you just to keep you company. 

“Wait, Tae. Did... anything happen last night when Jimin and I came home from the bar?” You grabbed his wrist suddenly, startling the boy. He blinked, turning to look at you. 

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head. 

“Well, I obviously don’t remember how I even came home last night. And something must have happened for me to end up in Namjoon’s bed. Also, I know how bad I can get when I’m drunk. So tell me, how bad was it?” You interrogated. 

“You weren’t bad, doc. Don’t worry.” He assured. You let out a sigh of relief at his words. 

“You were cute.” He added with a snicker. You froze in your spot as your eyes widened. Just how drunk were you last night? That itself made you feel like throwing up even more. 

“I need to see Jimin and... or Namjoon.” You detoured and left his side. Taehyung trailed behind you as you went downstairs. 

“Wait, I wanted to ask-”

“Oh, (y/n)! You’re awake!” Jungkook ran over to you excitedly, cutting Taehyung off. You gave the youngest a slightly weird look, taking a step back. Why was he so excited?

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. I need to see Namjoon.” You cleared your throat. 

“Oh, come on! You already didn’t want to leave his side last night! And now, you’re already looking for him the moment you wake up! What about me?!” Jungkook growled unhappily. You cupped a hand over your mouth to mask your shock. Behind you, Taehyung was sending signals to Jungkook to stop scaring you about last night. 

“Doc? I thought I heard you.” Namjoon poked his head out from behind the pillar, walking over. You gave an awkward wave. 

“Morning?” You rubbed the back of your neck, embarrassed. Namjoon chuckled, still finding your adorable, as he patted the top of your head. You shrunk back. 

“Uh, Namjoon... I didn’t do anything weird last night... Did I?” 

“No, you’re good.” He ruffled your hair. Before you could question him further, Hoseok came and tapped the watch on his wrist. 

“Listen, doc. We’ll talk when I get back.” Namjoon waved to everyone and rushed off with Hoseok, who winked at you with a giggle. Just then, Jin came out of the kitchen with a maid behind him. The maid placed a bowl of warm rice porridge on the table for you. 

“Here. It’ll make you feel better. It’s abalone porridge.” Jin said. 

“Thank you. I really needed this.” You took a spoon. The boys hung around you as you ate your food. 

“I’m hungover, not unstable. You guys don’t have to wait for me. Go do your work or something.” You raised your eyebrow at them. The boys cast each other looks but didn’t move. 

“It’s okay.” Taehyung said. 

“So, (y/n)-”

“I’m done eating. Namjoon said it’s my day off so run along. Go do whatever you mafia guys do.” You waved them off like little kids. You didn’t even hear Jin as you jogged up the stairs and disappeared into the hallway.

“Yoongi? You there?” You knocked on his room door. There was no reply. Even when you pressed your ear to the door, there was no sound of movement or any grunts. 

“Doctor. Are you looking for young master Yoongi?” The sudden appearance of the butler made you jump. 

“Uh... yeah. But it’s nothing important.” You blushed.

“Young master Yoongi just came back from a lunch appointment. He is in the other wing.” He informed. You nodded your head, thanking him with a pat on the shoulder before shuffling over to the other wing of the house. Your hand hovered over the golden handles of the double doors. The last time you were here, you weren’t exact the most comfortable. 

“Y-Yoongi?” You called out as you entered. For the first time, the wing was so silent and dark. Heading up the stairs, you looked at the various labelled doors that lined the hallways. 

‘Min Yoongi’

You knocked but again, there was no reply. Pursing your lips, you decided to go in anyway. It was a simple office, monochromatic with some dark blues.

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi’s sudden voice shocked you. You turned around to face the male, who had a stoic look on his face. In his hand was a crystal glass with whiskey. 

“Looking for you.” You replied. Duh. He nodded his head slowly, entering the office and closing the door behind him. He took a sip of his drink. 

“Want some?” He shook his glass. 

“No, thanks. Hungover.” You cringed as you pointed to your still throbbing temple. 

“Right. You were quite different last night. I don’t think any of us have ever seen you like that before. You didn’t want to let Namjoon go because of his ‘cute dimples’.” He said. Your jaw dropped slightly as you held your cheeks, totally wanting to bury yourself right now. 

“Namjoon said I didn’t do anything weird.” You whimpered. 

“Right...” Yoongi gave a slightly amused face. 

“Actually, I wanted to talk about-” You were cut off when Yoongi tugged you by your arm into his embrace. He resting his eyes against your shoulder, arms around your waist tightly. 

“Why doesn’t he want to get better?” He whispered, fists bunching the back of your shirt. 

“Yoongi...” 

“I went to see him. He didn’t even want to see me. But I just had to know... why he doesn’t want to be treated. He just... accepts it. Accepts that he is going to die.” He started to shake a little, voice cracking.

“I promised to stay awake if he lets me help him. But even then, he didn’t want it.” You smoothed to back of his head, remembering what Jimin told you. 

“Yoongi hyung always wanted to be close to his brother. But his father never allowed Geumjae hyung and Geumjae’s mother near them.” Jimin explained as he sipped his drink.

“Why?” 

“Geumjae hyung was the son of his past lover. Sure, he allowed the mother and son to stay in the same estate and still provided for them, a little. But as a kid, when Yoongi went to find Geumjae hyung to play, his father would get so angry and punish them, especially Geumjae hyung. That’s when Yoongi hyung’s father adopted Hoseok hyung.” Jimin shrugged. 

“That’s horrible. He’d rather adopt another child than to let both his sons be siblings.” You shook your head. 

“That’s how Yoongi hyung’s father was.” Jimin sighed. 

“I’m glad I never have to meet him.” 

“Once Geumjae hyung was old enough to provide for himself and his mother, he moved them out of the family estate. When Yoongi hyung found them again, apparently Geumjae hyung’s mom had already passed away.” Jimin said. 

“She passed away?” You asked. 

“According to Geumjae hyung, even as his mother grew older, she was mentally unstable. From the heartbreak and abandonment...” 

“I can imagine how hard it must have been for Geumjae to watch his mother go through that, and not be able to get over it, even as she aged.” You felt sad for Geumjae and Yoongi.

“Geumjae hyung’s resentment just... carried on to Yoongi hyung. I guess Geumjae hyung felt that he and his mother were replaced. Rather than blame a dead man, he’d rather blame Yoongi hyung.” Jimin finished, ordering another round of drinks. 

“And even so, Yoongi still wants to help him when he’s sick.” You looked at your empty glass. 

“To Yoongi hyung, just knowing you still have family alive is enough.”

“I’m sorry things turned out like this, Yoongi.” Pulling away, you looked at his face. He looked so exhausted and emotionally drained, even if it had only been one day. 

“You should rest, Yoon. You’ve had a long day.” You told him, taking the glass from his hand. Usually, Yoongi would snap at whoever takes his drink from him but with you, he let you take it without a fight. 

“Let’s go?” Yoongi waited for you at the door of his office. You nodded, walking with him out of the other wing. 

“Jimin will be asleep the rest of the day. He doesn’t usually get tipsy but he does sleep for a while after a night of drinking.” He informed. 

“Yeah, Tae told me.” You chuckled. 

“I hope you don’t mind that Jimin told me a little background about you and your brother. I just wanted to understand a little bit more... which I did. That’s why I was looking for you, to talk to you and maybe, understand a little more.” You said, putting your hands in your pockets. You were ready for him to get angry that you invaded his private life.

“Jimin knows what to share about my past on my behalf. I trust him.” He shrugged and you let out a mental sigh of relief. The both of you stopped in front of Yoongi’s bedroom. 

“Rest well.” You wished. 

“You too.” He forced a smile. Just as you were about to turn to head to your own room, you heard him clear his throat. 

“Actually, (y/n)...” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Hmm?” You titled your head. 

“Nevermind.” He shook his head before entering his room and shutting the door. You stared at the black door for a few seconds before you shrugged and headed back to your own room. 

“Jimin?!” You opened your bedroom door and was shocked to see the male in your bed. He was sleeping soundly, hugging your pillow. You fed Kookie his lunch before heading over to peek at Jimin. True to that, he was really fast asleep. You sighed with your hands on your hips. 

“I’m always finding you or Jungkook in my bed. And lately, Taehyung too.” You shook your head but of course, he didn’t respond. 

“At least scoot over.” You chuckled, pushing him to the side before you slid in, under the covers. Jimin didn’t even stir as you moved him or stole your pillow back from him. 

“Goodnight... I guess?” You closed your eyes. 

-

“Wait, you didn’t ask her?” The older ones all asked their maknae with crossed arms. They were in disbelief, having believed that Jungkook would be the first one to ask you to the ball. 

“I was going to. But Yoongi hyung just had to come and start such big drama.” Jungkook glared. Yoongi rolled his eyes with a snort. 

“Well, you did the same to me when I was going to ask her!” Taehyung sneered. Jungkook frowned. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask her.” Jin turned to Jimin. 

“That night out was for her to let go of her stress. It was about her, not me.” Jimin shrugged. The boys were all squabbling downstairs. When this whole ‘plus 1′ incident came up, they all planned to individually ask you to the ball that was taking place tonight but somehow, they all kept getting interrupted by each other. 

“She fell asleep before I could ask her. I was supposed to ask her when I got back but I was busy cleaning someone’s mess up.” Namjoon hissed, looking at Jimin, who was more interested in inspecting his nail bed. 

“Can we get back to this? So no one asked her?” Yoongi broke all the arguments and squabbles. 

“You didn’t ask her? I heard from one of the butlers you were with her in the other wing for a while. You could have asked her.” Jin asked. 

“No... There were more important things to discuss.” He crossed his arms. 

“The plan was to have someone ask her! Rather it be one of us than some stranger!” Hoseok said, annoyed. 

“I’m ready!” Your voice was heard. The boys were not ready for what they saw. You were in a light blue dress, the bodice decorated with intricate floral lace patterns and sparkles, the ends of the skirt just brushing against the floor. 

“Wow.” The boys were speechless. It would be cliche to say you looked like a princess but you did. 

“Is it too much?” You raised an eyebrow with an amused laugh. The boys didn’t say anything but shook their heads, you were mesmerising. Although, what was able to break them out of their trance was when you walked forward to sling arms with Jin. He smiled down at you. 

“H-Hyung... Y-You...” 

“Jin asked if I had a ‘plus 1′ to tonight and I was so busy to find someone to go with me. He offered to be my partner for tonight and I didn’t have any objection.” You shrugged. 

“I never said I didn’t ask her.” Jin snickered. The rest all looked at him with wide eyes of betrayal. 

“Let’s go.” Jin patted your hand and led you out. The other 6 trailed behind, glaring daggers into the back of Jin’s head. Jin opened the door of his chauffeur limousine for you. You bowed your head slightly and slid in. 

“Hyung!” Jungkook shouted in outrage. 

“All’s fair in love and war. Don’t worry, I know what to do.” Jin waved the others off. Hoseok went to the other door. 

“Nu uh. This is for me and her. You guys ride separately.” Jin pointed to the other car behind. Their jaws dropped, their cunning hyung already had everything planned. He played them and they fell for it like fools! Unwillingly, they trudged to the car while Jin slid into the seat beside you. You tilted your head in confusion. 

“Don’t worry about them.” Jin chuckled. 

“I’m excited to be going to an event where I don’t have my parents giving me a full briefing on who is who and what is what.” You smiled, smoothing your dress down. 

“Yes, it’s a celebration for you too, doc. You deserve to enjoy it” Jin nodded his head. When the car stopped, the door was opened for you. 

“Good evening.” The staff bowed deeply to you and Jin. 

“Hey.” You greeted them. 

“Bosses!” Seeing you and Jin, with the other 6 behind, everyone in the ballroom stopped to give the 8 of you a deep bow. Namjoon walked down first while you stayed behind Jin. The boys were received with big smiles and hugs. 

“Come on, (y/n). Let’s go to the bar!” The maknaes were quick to steal you when they saw Jin distracted, speaking to the manager for his casino. You giggled, following their lead. All of you ordered your drinks and clinked your glasses together. 

“Don’t you guys have people to greet too?” You asked the 3 boys, sipping from your glass. 

“Nah.” Taehyung waved you off. 

“Are you guys starting the party without us?” The 4 older ones soon joined. They ordered their drinks to toast with you. The 8 of you clinked all your glasses together with cheer. 

“To, doc!” Hoseok grinned. 

“To preventing us from dying!” Jimin added and everyone burst out laughing. You drank your drinks in one shot. 

“I was just doing my job, boys. It was no big deal, really.” You smiled softly, looking at all of them. It wasn’t long until they were all being pulled away by their staff to talk. 

“We’ll be back! Stay right here, I’ll come get you. There’s another surprise for you.” Jin winked. You nodded your head, waving with a smile as he was dragged away. You grabbed a plate of food and stayed by the bar, picking at the food with the forks. Some of the boys’ workers that you recognised came to chat and speak with you. 

“Ah, please excuse me.” You said as you slipped away from the conversation, heading to the washroom. 

“Ugh, finally. Some peace and quiet.” Yoongi grumbled as he stepped out onto the big balcony with his brothers. The others nodded in agreement, finally getting some space to breathe. 

“Where’s (y/n)?” Jungkook asked. 

“Jin hyung went to get her. I mean, afterall, she is his date tonight.” Namjoon chuckled. 

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Jungkook said sourly. It was safe to say, the other 6 were still not over the fact that their eldest was able to sneak past all of them to ask you to be his partner for the event tonight. 

“Whatever, after tonight, hopefully we’ll all have the chance to take her out on a date one day.” Hoseok comforted the maknae. 

“That’s if she decides to accept us.” Yoongi snorted. 

“I think I see hyung coming! Everyone, stand together.” Taehyung said excitedly. All the boys straightened up, standing in a sort of straight line. But they were not expecting Jin to run out of the ballroom alone, a look of fear and panic on his face. 

“(y/n)’s gone.” Jin announced. 

~~ 

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