#I probably saved his life just being there

[st4rpiece]

sleeping separately after an argument pt. 2

SFW

characters: mihawk, crocodile, and buggy x fem! reader summary: how cross guild would react to you sleeping alone after an argument CW: mainly fluff, slight angst others: not proofread, lowercase intended, and pictures found on pinterest

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Dracula Mihawk

mihawk is known for his stoic and composed demeanor. however, an argument that leads to you sleeping in the guest bedroom would shake his calm exterior. mihawk values control and precision, not just on the battlefield but also in his personal life. The argument would leave him feeling a sense of imbalance, disrupting the harmony he strives to maintain.

initially, he would analyze the argument with the same meticulousness he applies to his swordsmanship. he would replay the conversation, seeking to understand your perspective and where he might have gone wrong. he would be restless and his castle, usually a sanctuary of peace, would start to feel unusually empty and cold.

his conclusion? being right wasn't worth you being upset and distant with him. especially not when it meant sleeping alone.

"dear?" his voice uncharacteristically gentle as he enters the room.

"I would save this for the morning, but that would not sleeping in your arms tonight," he says, kneeling beside the bed and lifting you up bridal style. his actions catching you by surprise as you subconsciously wrap your arms around his neck for support.

"you can tear me a new one in the morning," he jokes (something he rarely did), before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as he made his way back to your shared room.

Sir Crocodile

crocodile would initially react to an argument and subsequent separation with a sense of indifference. or at least that's how it looks on the surface. the argument would leave him brooding as he is not one to easily admit fault, and his pride would make it difficult for him to do so immediately.

he would spend the first half of the night in his office, surrounded by the trappings of his power, telling himself that you'd get over it soon.

as the night wore on, your lack of presence would make him realize that you weren't going to get over it soon. and by this point, he has had enough. he would make his way to the guest bedroom. without even bothering to knock, he would burst through the door, staring down your curled-up form. a pang of guilt would run down his spine as he looked at you.

"when are you coming to bed?" his voice rough, a complete contrast to the worry in his eyes and the guilt that he felt. he already knew the answer, so when you don't respond he would just lift you up, throwing you over his shoulder before landing a firm slap on your ass.

"you're mad? fine, be mad, but be mad in our room," he says sternly as he walks back to your shared room.

Buggy the Clown

buggy with his flamboyant and often comical personality would react to an argument with you more dramatically. the idea of you sleeping separately would initially infuriate him causing his pride and insecurities to flare up.

he would spend the initial moments of the separation grumbling and throwing a minor tantrum to anyone who could listen, convinced that he was right (he wasn't). however, as the night wore on, his anger would give way to the loneliness and regret he felt.

he would pace outside you door, muttering to himself as he debates whether to knock or not. not sure if you even wanted to see him after what he has done.

she's probably waiting, arms wide open, for me

or maybe she's packing her bags finally tired of my antics

oh nika i hope it's not that

in the end, he would knock on the door and try putting on a confident front even though he's low-key expecting you to ignore him. so when the door opens, the first thing you are greeted with is a shocked buggy, making another one of his goofy faces. this subconsciously cracks you up unknowingly breaking the ice for him.

"sugar! oh, how i've missed you," he would immediately pull you into a tight hug. and without much of a warning, he would start word-vomiting his apologies.

"i'm so sorry about my actions from earlier sugar and i’m sorry for being so stubborn about it. I understand now that i went too far and that i should’ve acknowledged that instead of arguing with you. but i promise that it won't ever happen again. so please forgive me this once, sugar?"

you don’t have it in you to send him away after all that so instead you would simply pull him into the room before turning and going back to bed this time with him following suit.

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part 1

hi guys! thanks again for reading, this is the second part and honestly the last, for op at least. buggy was surprisingly the easiest to write while mihawk was the hardest TvT. hopefully i did them all justice tho!!

i have a few ideas of what i want to write but if you have any suggestions for plot or character please let me know, i’m open to any ideas :).

[mayapapaya33]

I had sort of hoped Keyleth would have matured and grown past her anger at the Matron over the past 33 years but I suppose it's in character that she hasn't fully dealt with her grief yet. And the Vorb probably isn't helping her issues either. It just sucks because I think a lot of the fandom take Vox Machina's grief fueled blame and fully accept it as fact when the reality is that Vax's situation is almost entirely his own responsibility. The only other person with any remote culpability is Percy. And even Percy is only really to blame for accidentally Killing Vex, not for Vax's choices. But even if you want to hold Percy accountable for Vax's choice in the tomb as well, that still doesn't make him responsible for Vax's death. Vax could have lived a long full life as the Matron's Champion, as shown by the Delightful Purvan Suul and his companion Galdric.

Vax was a borderline suicidal, self-sacrificing character from day one. He always threw himself into danger headfirst regardless of the cost to himself. Between Percy accidentally setting off the trap creating the circumstances for Vax trading himself to the matron during Vex's resurrection, all the way up to Vax CHOSING to come back as a revenant after being disintegrated in order to help defeat Vecna, the choices have always been his. Especially him, fate touched as he is. Ultimately, Vecna killed Vax and Vax killed Vax. I think it's easier to blame the Matron than to be angry with Vax for being who he was.

The Matron maintains the balance of life and death. She accepted Vax's offers both times, do you think she should have refused? The first refusal would have meant Vex's death, and the second refusal would have meant Vax possibly just staying dead after being disintegrated, and not being there to fight against Vecna, which was truly an all hands on deck situation. There was no time to fuck around with a resurrection ritual that might not even work, the whole world was in danger. One life, a life that was already lost, is a small price to pay to save the world. I'm pretty sure Vax would agree with me!

Frankly, Vox Machina were super lucky and privileged to have so many successful resurrections between them. I think they got a little spoilt and entitled about it honestly. Most people have never even met someone who's been resurrected before, they did it like 20 times! Vax was disintegrated, he chose to come back as a revenant to fight Vecna, protect the world, and help his family. An opportunity he was only given due to his allegiance to the Matron. She gave Vox Machina and Vax extra time together and a chance to help save the world.

For those of you shouting "what about true resurrection!?! I hear you, and Matt said it's complicated and didn't elaborate lol. Personally, I think the Matron has quite the special a barrier of entry to true resurrection, if the spell even works at all in Exandria. I think they touched on it briefly in Calamity but I've forgotten. I can only imagine what insane ritual Matt concocted years ago that he's had plenty of time to work on since. Part of the Matron's whole thing is that everyone must eventually go into death, sure they can avoid it for a while, so some resurrection is fine (the DC gets higher every time), but eventually enough is enough and it's time to go. Hence why necromancers and liches are her enemies.

At any rate, I'm really proud of Keyleth for going to therapy and I hope she goes back when all of this moon business is over because she still needs it and that turtle lady in the frog seemed great lol.

[bealuvswriting]

When Buck walked into Eddie’s life, he felt like he could breathe again. 

No, scratch that— He felt like he had finally learned how to breathe. Felt as if just the presence of this golden retriever in search of a home himself, was helping him learn how to not be so scared anymore. 

Buck made him feel like he could be himself. Which then turned into Eddie feeling like he wasn’t himself if Buck wasn’t around. 

The lawsuit— the god-awful lawsuit, was hell. It was hell for everyone involved— he knows that, but not having the one person that became so intertwined in his and Chris’ life without even being asked? He felt like he was stuck in a made-up all-torturous tenth circle of Hell. He doesn’t know what it would be called but Buck would probably know. But that’s beside the point. 

It’s beside the point because the love of his life had been struck by lightning. 

The same bolt of lightning that had knocked Eddie onto his ass and further away from Buck. Buck who’d been dangling from the ladder of the fire truck. Buck was lifeless and nothing but dead weight while Eddie tried and tried and tried to pull him up himself.

One day, they’ll be lying on the size-too-small-couch in Eddie’s house, nothing but a jumble of limbs, thinking back and finding the irony Buck has with firetrucks and near-death (or in this case, actual death) experiences. 

Today is not that day. 

No, because ever since he saw Buck just hanging there, ever since Eddie had personally cracked Buck’s ribs in an attempt to get his heart beating again, ever since Eddie had counted the seconds all while driving like a bat out of hell to save his best friends life, he had felt like all the air in his lungs have dissipated. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever breathe again if Evan Buckley never wakes up.

(lyrics are from I Wish by Reneé Rapp. Fanart by me and originally posted on twitter @/SPlDEYFlLMS)

[petew21-blog]

No way back

Richard Madden was now on top of his career. Starring in Game of Thrones and after that in many successful movies as well.

He loved his aching career and his life

Until it was taken from him. By you

You really loved him as an actor. But you fell in love with his body much more. And that's why you attacked him on the street after that play he starred in.

He put up quite a fight. But you had a knife and eventually you succeded in stabbing his shoulder. Stabbing was the crucial step to swap bodies. After that, you were now fighting your old body, that was towering over you and held a knife in your shoulder. Thank god for the police for shooting him and saving you

The ambulance took you to the hospital. He hit some of the big veins, so you were bleeding rapidly. So they had to take care of that. Some doctor stitched you up and told you you were lucky. "I know. Thank you"

You were finally left alone in your room. You went to the mirror in your gown to look at the wound and at your new self.

And there he was Richard staring back at you.

You took of the gown. Revealing the big wound and some scratches on other parts of the body.

He put up quite a big fight before you switched. If you wouldn't stab him, you'd be the one who was dead now. Not Richard.

You looked over your new shirtless body. Your hairy torso covering the muscular chest and abs. All yours now to enjoy.

Your nipples hardening at the sight of the beautiful man in front of you. And not the only thing that was hardening.

You are Richard Madden now

But the blood and scratches reminded you what you have done. That you were now in a different man's body. That you took his life and got him killed. There's no going back anymore. You can't get back to your old life, see any of your friends or your family. Or even your dog

It was all so bittersweet. Getting his body was one thing, but now you felt the guilt of it all overcoming you. You looked at yourself in the mirror and saw the teary eyes looking back. Did you screw this up?

6 months later

After dealing with the aftermath and going to therapy. You decided to quit acting for a while. You didn't even know how to act, cause Richard's memories did not stay in his body and secondly you probably wouldn't even enjoy it.

You asked for therapy after the attack a decided to pretend to have some sort of amnesia, which became an excuse for everything after that. Especially for not knowing who in Richard's life was who.

But now it didn't matters. You were in Los Angeles, Hollywood Hills. Enjoying the beautiful scenery and the sun shining on your beautiful hairy chest.

With just one bottle of water and a phone in your hand, you arrived to the place and sent the photo

"I'm here" you said out loud

From a bush, an attractive young man came out

"Holy shit, it's really you. Omg sir I have to say I am the biggest fan."

"I thought you came here to hook up"

"Yeah... right. Sorry. Sure"

You unzipped your jeans and pulled out your big dick to jerk. It was getting hard. You loved freaking out these twinks in your body. Hell, this guy's probably the same age as you were. But you're in Richard's body now, being older than him

He was shocked and just stared at you. Definitely aroused

"Are you gonna stare or take care of it?"

"I... YES! I just thought we could go somewhere private. There is a lot of rattle snakes here you know"

You came close to him. Pushing him on his knees and shoving your hard dick into his mouth

"There is only one snake you gotta be worried about right now"

You left him on the mountain. Covered in cum all over his face. You had an interview to get to. Fuck, your acting career was about to start again.

The twink caught up with you. "Can I call you? I really wanna do this again"

"Already hungry for more? This is my adress. And bring a friend"

The guilt was still deep in your heart. But moments like this definitely made it better

[xtractors]

As my account says I am just here for the headcanon and The angst. So stick with me. [It looks longer than it is, but you can skip the bracketed section for my headcannon]

I've been thinking since I saw Deadpool and Wolverine whether Wolverine knew who Wade was as Deadpool? I came to a pretty solid conclusion, because when Paradox zaps Deadpool away, wolverine's first reaction isn't to be like, "So what's going on?", it's to automatically try and jump Paradox for disappearing Wade [which like maybe it wasn't because he knew it was Wade. Maybe it's just because he just really enjoyed flirting with him, but I think it's cuz he knows who Wade is]. Then in the void it's to attack Wade, which he doesn't seem to be surprised about his healing factor.

And this led me to, if Wade existed in worst wolverine's universe and had a healing factor. Then he probably could have been a version of origin's Deadpool?

And I have decided for THE ANGST, that absolutely origins happened, and worst Wolverine saw what happened to origin's Deadpool.

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[And here's my thing. I really wish origins had focused more on his relationship with his teammates, especially with the whole him and Wade making eyes at each other. Ignoring my feelings on the Kyla Silverfox lady, like I really wish the movie had just focused more on his teammates and relationship there. I think that he should have been "friends" with Wade and I think when he said "they finally found a way to shut you up" it should have been more emotional, and hurt and less sassy. I also really wish that Wade hadn't been just a mindless machine. Which I suppose we don't know how actually conscious he was, but could you imagine? Wade who's always expressed himself by being sassy and dealt with his trauma and being a mercenary by making jokes being unable to speak at all and unable to control himself as he attacks his friend?

Like I seriously don't think origins Deadpool was that bad of a character. I think there was just no emotional attachment to him. Cuz the whole mouth Sewn shut thing could have meant so much more if Wade was actually friends with Logan. ]

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Anyways, back to the plot.

So my thing is if there is origins Deadpool in worst wolverines timeline, do you think worst Wolverine ever just thinks about it?Do you think he ever has nightmares about his Wade being the one with the mouth sewn shut?? Unable to make his crude, but adorable jokes? Unable to call him Peanut and honey badger? Nightmares where his Wade, the one who saved him and gave him meaning and a new life, is staring into his eyes, as Logan's voice echos "They finally found a way to shut you up, huh." What if he wakes up guilty, a bitter taste on his tongue hearing how cruel those words really were to someone who means the world to him, someone who he never truly wants to shut up. Worrying his mind over not being able to save him once, not just not being able to save him, but having to kill him? Every once in awhile when he tells Wade "do you ever shut up?"[affectionate], he gets a flash of origins Deadpool in his head and goes quiet and regrets saying it?

could you imagine the angst?

Logan seeing his good "friend" who expressed his trauma through never shutting up unable to talk?Logan's "they finally found a way to shut you up" being breathless and painful and not just mean

Do you think Logan listens to Deadpool chatter and ever think about origins Deadpool and regrets not being able to save him? Regrets that one his last lines was taunting him for finally being unable to ramble?

[herefortheships]

I hope we get a third Beetlejuice move and Lydia is the one trying to contact Betelgeuse this time around. That can even justify the movie being called "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice", because you have to say the name three times to summon him!

Why does she need or want to contact him? It can be for whatever reason, really, but my favorite is this: Betelgeuse has pretty much disappeared from Lydia's life and she isn't seeing him "haunting" her anymore, and she realizes or can sense that he is in danger, and Lydia knows she is the only one who will care or even want to save him.

Then she can start wondering why she is even doing this, why does she care? And she realizes he's sort of been watching her and protecting her from afar all this time and maybe she even has started missing his shenanigans. She realizes that even when she thought he was scary, he was actually looking out for her all along because he really loved her. And they share that psychic connection too, which she will probably use to find him if she can't summon him in the third movie for whatever reason.

Look, the ending left the door open for many possibilities for a final installment and I just hope they decide to do it and give Betelgeuse and Lydia their happy ending! Third time's the charm and they can marry for real. My only concern is that they may not be able to top the beautifully romantic wedding scene from the second movie. Who knows? That was so a Tim Burton aesthetic. We'll see. But that wedding needs to happen!

I honestly think Lydia's failed romantic relationships have to do with the fact that her true soulmate is in the "Neitherworld". Soulmates born too far apart from each other. Betelgeuse will wait for Lydia forever, and after the second movie I'm sure she will start to see him a different way. Maybe not romantic yet, but something must have changed, having seen a different side of him. Yes, he will always be creepy and gross, that's just who he is (come on, he is a ghostly entity or a demon of sorts, a "thing of nightmares"), but he does love her and will do anything for her. And by the end of the movie, she will know they belong together! As weird at that might be. haha

[sheerfreesia007]

Confession to Quench Your Thirst

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Word count: 1,203

Content warnings: Fluff

Summary: Changbin needs your help with something that he forgot back at his apartment. What happens when he blurts out a confession as his way to try and convince you to help him?

Agi: Baby

You frowned softly as you fought with the stray strands of hair that refused to lay flat on your now straightened hair. Today you were supposed to be meeting up with some of your girlfriends for brunch to sit and catch up after not having a lot of time to meet. It had been almost a full month of nonstop work for all of you and you were desperate for some girl time. Huffing softly you gritted your teeth before giving up on your hair as you heard your cellphone begin to ring with Changbin’s ringtone.

Smiling softly you looked over to where it sat on your vanity table and saw Changbin’s goofy face filling the screen as it rang. You easily slid your finger across the screen and answered the call, putting it on speaker phone before turning back to your mirror and trying once more to get your flyaway hairs to lay flat.

“City morgue, you stab ‘em we slab ‘em!” you answer cheerfully with a happy grin on your face. The answering sigh makes you chuckle excitedly before Changbin answers.

“You know I don’t understand you when you do this, Agi.” he whines softly and you laugh even louder at his slight annoyance of your joke. Your stomach also flutters and somersaults at the sweet nickname he always calls you when you two talk.

“Aw c’mon Bin Man! It’s just a joke. I’ve got loads of them.” you tell him cheerily and he sighs once more before you indulge him. “What do ya need Bin Man? I thought you were pumping iron today.” you tease him.

“I swear-” he begins as you laugh delightedly before he cuts himself off. “I am at the gym today but I need a favor from my favorite Agi.” he says suddenly and almost pleading with you. You smile softly knowing that he probably forgot something and needed it for his gym session.

“What’d you forget?” you ask and he squawks loudly as you grin.

“Why do you think I forgot something Agi?” he asks, offended and you laugh softly at his question before shaking your head.

“Bin Man, we all know you can’t multitask to save your life sweetheart. It’s not that much of a secret.” you tease him gently and he huffs into the phone causing you to laugh once more. “C’mon just tell me what you need me to grab for you. I’m heading out to brunch with the girls soon so tell me now so I have enough time to get it to you before heading to brunch.” you explain to him and hear him grumble lowly into the phone.

“I forgot my water bottle and the gym has run out of their water bottles too. Can you please grab it for me from the apartment?” he asks pleadingly and you smile knowingly at the man.

“I don’t know Bin.” you begin to say as you grab your purse from your bed and double check to make sure your wallet and keys are inside before you slip a pair of sunglasses over your face and start walking to your front door.

“I’ll make it up to you if you just do me this one favor, Agi I promise!” he cries into the phone and you sigh softly trying to sound as put out for doing this favor for him as you possibly can just to tease him further. You love teasing Changbin because he’s such an expressive man as it is but when he’s being teased it’s so much more. You can just picture him now standing in the gym on the phone with you, bouncing from one foot to the other as he anxiously looks around the gym while his cheeks heat up at your teasing. You know his lips are twisting into a slight pout.

“I don’t know.” you say softly as you make your way down the stairs of your apartment complex and over to Chanbin and Hyunjin’s door on the floor below yours, thankful that you live in the same apartment complex as all the boys. You had been so excited when Changbin had told you that they were moving into your apartment complex because it meant that you would get to spend more time with him. And ever since they had moved you would either be at his apartment or him and Hyunjin would invade yours, it was a great set up and one that you hoped stayed that way for awhile. “Where’s Hyunjin? Why can’t he bring you the water bottle?” you ask as you slip your key into his door and easily walk inside, you knew as soon as he asked you for something you would do whatever you could to give it to him. Your relationship was just a constant give and take between the two of you, always making sure to check on each other and give each other everything and whatever you needed. You loved that about your relationship with Changbin, you knew without a doubt that if you were ever in need of something he would make sure you got one way or another and it was vice versa with you for him.

“He’s in Paris for a fashion show. Agi I swear if I had anyone else to grab my bottle I’d ask them.” he whines softly and you tut at him trying to calm down. You walk into their kitchen and spot the lime green water bottle with a smile forming on your lips.

“What’s the magic word?” you ask teasingly as you grab the bottle and turn around to head out of their apartment.

“I love you.” he responds instantaneously and you feel your eyes widen as you grow silent replaying his words. You can tell Changbin is shocked at his bold confession as well since he hasn’t made a noise since saying those three little words. But just as you take in that moment of pure love between the two of you he’s starting to stutter as nerves grip him. “I-I I’m s-s-”

“I’m gonna kiss you when I get there. You better be ready for it.” you blurt out suddenly and grin widely as happiness and giddiness fills your body. Suddenly you hear his soft giggles and your heart soars with happiness at how cute he sounds.

“I get a kiss just for saying I love you?” he asks, sounding more confident now and you grin as you make it to your car with his water bottle. “What do I get if I tell you I’ve been in love with you for months now?” he asks teasingly now.

“Face full of kisses and your own I love you too confession.” you tell him boldly and his answering giggle rings over your phone speakers as you begin driving to him. “You’ve got about ten minutes to prep those plush lips babe I’m already on the way.” you tell him smugly and you can’t help your own chuckle as Changbin’s giggle rings out again.

“I can’t wait Agi. Drive safely.” he coos at you before you both hang up. Your grin is near blinding as you hurriedly drive to the gym to meet up with your boyfriend.

SKZ Taglist: @intartaruginha, @kayleefriedchicken

[with-my-calamitous-love]

THERE WERE SIRENS IN THE BEAT OF YOUR HEART

dabi x reader x hawks

after running away and living a life of crime with touya, you’re approached by your former flame hawks. you’re faced with the decision to save the world, or the love of your life.

part 1/3

for! @bbluefllame @whenanafallsinlove @satirediary

inspired by getaway car, some ciwyw if you squint

on a hot summer night, walking home to your apartment, you wrote off takami keigo in your head as a pompous asshole. the one who still made sure you got home safe but insisted it was just ‘him being a hero’ and nothing more.

it was one of those nights that you almost wished something would happened. you were beyond exhausted, the screaming match you had with your ex boyfriend taking your everything. it was one of those breakups that just seemed to happen. no foreshadowing, no signs, and no warning. one day, he loved you, and couldn’t shut up about marriage, and the next he packed your things for you.

“you need more than me.” he insisted, repeating it like that was somehow going to stop your tears. he was leaning back against the counter, looking around his apartment. he seemed to savour the clean and organized look, knowing that in just a few days it would look like a disaster without you there.

“i don’t get it, kei.” you choke back a sob, gathering your things already packed into suitcases. “you let me choose a ring last week.”

just seeing you cry makes him want to take it all back, scarlet red feathers drooping by his side. he has no excuse. he loves you, but has to let you go. he’s exhausted, and can’t give you what you need.

if he didn’t know any better he’d marry you anyway. but he’s seen how easy it is to be trapped behind the ring in his own childhood.

he wants to set you free, free from him and everything he can’t give you. but the coward in every men keeps him from admitting that. so instead, he sighs, choking back tears and insisting he knows whats best for you.

“fine. bye.” you finally give up, shedding your armour and sword that fought so hard to keep your relationship afloat. as you dragged your luggage to the door, you paused.

say don’t go. please.

and he’s silent as you leave.

the night you left hawks, was also the day you met touya.

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the walk was long. your, dazed heartbroken state was almost enough to let you ignore the heaving, bleeding man in the alleyway. almost.

hesitantly, you stepped into the dark corridor, looking at the boy who was half-awake. there was some kind of blade lodged into his hip bone. based on his appearance, you’d assume he had difficulty feeling pain anyway. but its hard not to notice when a large blade is trying to swap places with your blood.

you want to turn around. maybe call the police. but you relent, almost with a groan.

“uhm… are you okay?”

blue eyes flicker up to you, with a hint of annoyance.

“i’m great, sweetheart.” he heaves, wiping the blood from his chin. you probably should turn back, but you step closer.

“you’re bleeding..” you point out.

he looks down at the blood staining his jacket, and almost laughs. “wow, really? thanks doc.”

what a dick. you think to yourself with a sigh as you sling his arm over your shoulder. he makes a noise that almost sounds like a protest, but a man who plays with fire is a man who doesn’t fear death.

so you take him back to your apartment, sitting him down on the bathroom floor with a thud. he thinks to himself that he’ll wait till your distracted, and jump out the window. but the major blood loss wasn’t helping his escape efforts.

its at this point that you truly begin to freak out. you, who has only a vague idea of what needs to be done, has a stranger bleeding out on your washroom floor.

and your fiance-to-be dumped you. what a night.

you whine to yourself, dropping onto your knees and gripping the knife. you look at him with tear filled eyes, and he looks right back at you. slowly, you remove the knife by whats probably a centimetre.

and you both yell out in pain.

“fuck, i’m sorry, i-‘’ you almost cry, not knowing what the hell you got yourself into. you expect him to laugh, or to tell you off, and in a way he does. he throws his head back, trying to stay awake while you grip the knife thats causing him this turmoil.

“..you can do it. c’mon.” he bites hit burnt bottom lip, urging you to continue. you push through, wincing at his strangled groans as you slowly extract the knife from his side.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” you whisper, about halfway done. his breathing is ragged, but his eyes remain locked onto you.

someone he doesn’t know. someone who doesn’t know him. who’s maybe seen him on the news, for all his atrocities, is trying to save his life.

although you’re doing a shitty job at it.

you’re almost done when he relents. he places his scared, stapled hand over yours. he firmly holds your hand over the knife, and swiftly removes it.

you both sigh in relief, though theres a bigger problem now.

you waste no time, getting your sewing kit from underneath the sink and threading the hole (despite your anxiety ridden state. he could almost applaud.)

this part hurts less, as you carefully stitch his skin back together. he may still be bleeding internally, and he may still need to receive further attention. but for now, you’re taking care of him.

with one final pass of the needle, he’s fixed. you drop your hands to the floor with a huff, while his hazy turquoise eyes look at you with a look you can’t quite decipher.

so there you sat, in a pool of blood, with a stranger who’s life you just saved right after leaving your ex-fiance.

that was the night you met touya todoroki.

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the world knew dabi. they knew the bloodthirsty arsonist, who’s skin was held together by metal and whose heart was frozen over like an eternal winter. they knew the man who could cremate you alive, who’s blue flames were a sign of immediate danger.

you, however, had the privilege of knowing (and subsequently loving) touya.

touya loved autumn. he loved the crunchy leaves and the brisk air that contrasted with his quirk. he loved little action figures, of all the heroes he hoped to one day be like. he loved soba. he loved his mom. he loved his siblings.

key word: loved.

he didn’t lose that love per say, but if it was still there, it was buried deep between promises of vengeance and salvation.

most of all, touya loves you.

he’s never the type to say it out loud. but he will show you.

he shows it when he breaks into the florist you talk so much about and hands you a crude bouquet of roses, saying he saw it on tv somewhere. he shows it in his careful care to hide your existence away from the league and away from the media, knowing he could very well be what endangers you the most. he shows it when fixes the leak you didn’t even know was there, when he replaces your empty shampoo bottles, when he makes you coffee (though its terrible, he never gets the milk and cream right) and when he stares at the stab-scar you stitched up for him.

touya shows you that he loves you when he reminds you, once again, that you don’t need to save him.

but.

“..will you run away with me?”

you smile.

“yes.”

and for once in the world, it seems like you and touya found the best of all crimes. the single strike of a match blew your mind. you went from dating heroes who broke your heart, to villains who love you like you’re brand new.

the tiniest part of you, however, still thinks about keigo. your keigo. but you’re able to push that down, all until that night came.

it was the night before you agreed to make your great escape with touya. it would be perfect. you’d pack the car and drive off to some city you couldn’t pronounce. you’d live on, maybe rob a store or two just for the fun of it. you’d be happy because its him.

your daydreaming is interrupted by your lack of sleep.

you’re staring out the balcony, just admiring the moon while touya’s arm was lazily draped around you. he’s a surprisingly heavy sleeper, despite his lack of trust and loved ones.

he felt a wave of peace and contentment wash over him as he slept beside you, your body pressed against his in a tangle of limbs and sheets. he’s constantly pulling you closer in his sleep, his arms encircling you like he’s protecting you. for the first time in his life, he felt completely safe. love is what kept him safe.

but you’re restless, and you need air. so you carefully untangle yourself from his arm, and quietly head out to the balcony.

the cool, night air serenaded you in a way that only isolation would understand. you’re worried about this. worried about touya.

was this really the solution? is he still a villain even after loving you?

do you care?

would keigo get it?

well, maybe he would, considering he’s standing next to you, perched on the balcony railing.

you stifle a curse at his sudden appearance, careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend inside. he places a gloved finger to his lips, signalling for you to be quiet.

you honestly should scream. but its like he still has that hold on you.

“holy shit. what are you doing here!?”’ you whisper-yell at him, having half a mind to push his winged ass off the railing. he holds his hands up in surrender.

“just checking on you, babe.” he says, that familiar nickname pissing you off and making your heart throb all at once. you grit your teeth.

“relax, i’m not here to arrest you or anything.” he explains, stepping down from the railing and onto the balcony. “i just wanna talk.”

you cross your arms, mentally slapping yourself for even thinking about going outside onto this balcony ever again.

“fine. spill it.” you hiss.

keigo leans against the balcony railing, his demeanor casual yet cautious as he speaks to you.

“you know, I never expected you'd end up with dabi. I always thought you had better taste." theres almost a playful smirk on his face, and you’re not sure if its hate or hatred-filled-unresolved-feelings that makes you want to smack him.

so you remind him of the obvious. “you broke up with me, kei.”

he lets out a small sigh, his smirk satisfyingly faltering at the reminder. “i… i know babe. i won’t forget it… but i still care about you.”

you click your tongue in frustration, placing both your hands on the railing and looking out at the stars.

“then why did you end things the way you did? one second you love me and want to marry me, the next you have all your things packed up.”

you almost tear up, recounting the moments you went from your first kiss, to marriage, to walking out of his apartment alone. you two were starry eyed kids, embroidering the memories of each other onto your hearts.

he almost wants to cry too.

keigo’s expression turns remorseful, his eyes avoiding yours like the coward in every man does.

"i don't know. i just... realized that i couldn't give you what you needed." he admits like confessing to a crime, his voice heavy with guilt.

“at the time.. i thought it would be better to let you go, let you find someone who could give you everything you deserved. i didn’t wanna cage you. i wanted you to be free, birdie.”

you sigh, and consider your ex-lovers words. maybe he was right. but this topic was becoming too painful for you to bare.

“but thats not why you’re here, is it?” you whisper.

he sighs again, realizing he’s already gotten distracted. he shakes his head.

keigo takes a deep breath, steeling himself as he prepares to say the words he knew he has to say.

"i’m here to ask you to bring dabi in." *he states, his voice steady and firm, despite the hint of regret in his eyes. he knows how much this’ll hurt you, and he hates it.

you blink.

“…what?”

keigo reaches out, gently placing a hand on your shoulder as if trying to provide you with comfort or even just reassurance.

"i know you care about him- hell, you may even love him, but you have to see that what he’s doing is wrong. he needs to face the consequences of his actions."

and there it is. theres keigo being a hero again. and its breaking your heart in the worst possible way.

you look down, your lip beginning to tremble.

fact: touya was a criminal.

fact: touya was a murderer.

fact: you love him.

you knew it was wrong, hearing sirens and his heartbeat all the same. you had to have known it would catch up to you eventually.

but you thought maybe, you could drive away from all of it. wishful thinking.

keigo notices this turmoil, and rubs his hand up and down your back. he may have lost you, but he hasn’t lost how much he cares for you. he hates seeing you like this.

“i love him.” you whisper, voice cracking as that familiar salt streams down your face.

he nods, pushing down his jealousy in order to put you first. his heart aches as you confess your love for the criminal, mostly because he wondered if some of that love could still be for him.

“i know you do, babe.” he starts. “but love alone can't justify or excuse his actions. nothing can.”

you nod, forcing yourself to come to terms with it. he pulls you into a hug, and you don’t fight him. his embrace is familiar, something you find yourself wanting to run to more and more. he places a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips sit there while he whispers to you that its okay. (its not.)

“if love could save people, we’d live forever.” he says, stroking your hair. you agree with him, granting him a small nod.

he steels himself once more, knowing he has to get you to say yes. but before he can press further, you ask:

“…how many people are gonna die?”

keigo pausesfor a moment, his expression grave as he considers your question. he didn't want to give you a number, a tangible representation of the destruction touya could cause, but he knew he owed you honesty.

"hundreds, probably. maybe thousands, with the way his power works. and that's just counting the civilian casualties. the list of Pro Heroes he could potentially take down... it's not a pretty picture." he confesses, knowing he owes you the truth and nothing less.

still pressed against his chest, your eyes wander back to touya, peacefully asleep on the bed. if you could capture the rare moment tranquility touya was feeling right now, you would. its something he rarely ever felt, and something you wished you could grant him a lifetime of.

“its his life or the life of thousands.” you whisper, not even daring to say it louder.

keigo hates that its come to this. he feels like a failure, to you and to touya, that he was driven to this point of villainy. but he can’t undo whats been done.

his amber eyes watch you as your gaze flickers back to where touya sleep. his heart breaks at the conflict on your face. he continues to hold you close, though he knows these words will likely push you away further.

"you can't choose him, babe… the lives of thousands... the fate of the whole city... that's more important than what you feel for one person. you know that. you have to know that.”

more tears fall as keigo pulls back slightly, cupping your face and calling your attention to him. but you don’t want to listen, instead opting to pull away. your hand lands on the balcony door, back to your hotel room.

but right before, you turn around, and silently give keigo a nod.

he remains silent, but his eyes understand as he takes off into the night.

the pain that swells in your heart increases as you lay back down next to touya. he unconsciously wraps his arm around you, pulling your body closer to his as he continues to sleep. even in his deep slumber, his instincts seem to sense that something is bothering you, as though his body naturally seeks to comfort you.

“i love you.” you whisper, choking back your sob as you screw your eyes shut. he’s is still fast asleep, his breathing slow and steady, but you can feel his grip tighten slightly around you as if he heard your whispered confession. a shy hint of a smile graces his lips, even in his unconscious state.

it wasn’t such a mystery, and neither of you could pretend it was. nothing good starts in a getaway like this.

[wanderingcas]

if you want my two cents about it - dean pre-season oh, let's say 11 or 12, believably has no idea that cas is in love with him.

he knows their friendship is... different? he feels differently about cas than other friends he has. but dean has so few friends and cas is an angel to boot, so of course things are going to be different with him.

but then lucifer kills cas right in front of dean and he's forced to look at a lot of things. like why this death hurts more than anyone else's. why cas dying this time makes dean feel like he's walking around with a permanent hole in his chest.

and when he really sits down with himself and realizes not only does cas loves him, but he loves cas? well he shuts it back up into a box right away. won't look at it directly in the eye. at first it's because cas is dead and not having him - well, really thinking about that would probably leave him comatose on the bunker floor. and then he gets cas back, and it's the happiest fucking day of his life, and the new reason is cas just got back, he has a son now, give him some space. and then fear takes over. if losing cas without the romance shit attached hurts this much - what would it be like if they actually crossed that line? if dean knew what it was like to have cas, truly have him, then lose him? so it's just easy to take hunt after hunt, to get swept up in saving the world, losing other people... it's easy to keep those feelings for cas tight in a box.

but then he nearly loses cas again. not to death; to dean's anger. after saying those cruel words to him after losing mary. and he realizes that if he lost cas again in any capacity at all, it might just kill him.

so he opens the box. he gets on his knees in purgatory. and he prays damn hard for cas's forgiveness. and he's ready to put it all on the line before cas stops him from saying anything out loud.

i think that post confession, it wouldn't come as a surprise to dean that cas loves him. i think that, due to him being captain emotionally insecure with himself, he'd be really fucking confused by why cas is in love with him in the first place. but i don't think he'd be shocked by it. i think he'd have to come to terms with loving someone like that and losing them, and knowing that cas didn't even hear dean's reciprocation. i think that's what would tear him up the most.

[cardboardheartss]

NEWJEANS Overall Reading

⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️

*NWJNS current thoughts*

Minji : 7oC rx

In all honesty, from my cards, it seems as if Minji still wants to continue fighting. She is aware of the consequences that she’ll be facing but she honestly wants to fight. It seems like she will continue to demand change within the company, she only demands change for the sake of maintaining NWJNS creativity and image.

Hyein : 2oC rx

Hyein is completely tired. She wants to end her contract with HYBE, she is aware of the issues that HYBE and Fraudor will put her through and for her own sanity, she really wants to leave.

Haerin : 3oW rx, 9oP rx, The World

Haerin honestly wants a break! She is tired, and is literally on the brink of losing her mind atp. Haerin is also aware that HYBE will sabotage the girls careers on purpose, and she honestly does not want that for herself. She just wants to possibly go on a world tour and continue her career as NWJNS before April.

Hanni : AoW, 3oC rx

Poor Pham Pham, this situation has really made her question herself A LOT! She probably sits in her room and asks herself, “Why am I here?” “Why did I choose the fame life?” “Should I even continue being in NWJNS at this point?” Many thoughts surrounding her current situation as a member of NWJNS.

Danielle : Judgement rx, The Sun rx, 6oS, KoC rx, KNoP

The hate comments are hitting Dan Dan really hard, she has had the most difficult time. Since I watch NWJNS content, I can tell that she is honestly outraged and depressed too. Her whole vibe and personality has just become so closed off, it’s actually quite sad to witness. She really hates BSH too, many many negative thoughts about that man. Just views him as a money hungry coward tbh.

*thoughts on Jungkook’s support post*

Minji : QoC rx, WoF, KoS rx

“Oh no.”😤 She knew what was coming, the fans. She just knew that it will bring them more bad luck, because of the hate comments they’ll be receiving (which is happening as I type this). She’s thankful for the post, in a way but she knew that the fans will downplay this post and cause a ruckus.

Hyein : 3oC rx

She was worried about his fans turning against him. She is also worried about how the higher ups will react towards Jungkook after the post had been made.

Haerin : 5oW rx

She’s so glad someone with so much power finally stood up for her group. In the back of her mind, she’s probably thinking about how other groups could be envious about this moment that took place. Overall, she’s honestly really really grateful to have Jungkook on their side because she really thinks the group needed that one person to just shake things up a bit.

Hanni : 6oC

*do y’all know the “that’s a real black king right there🤪” sound from TikTok?*

Hanni in all honesty said, “that’s a real sunbaenim right there.🙂‍↕️” Wouldn’t be surprised if Hanni actually cried a bit after seeing that post and statement. She is soooo grateful, she honestly is so relieved to actually see someone with so much power and influence in the industry stand up for her group. She honestly is so grateful! My gut tells me that she probably saved that post as her Lock Screen or just looks at it every night for motivation.

Danielle : 8oW rx, Devil rx, The Empress

Initially, I don’t even think Dani was aware of the post. Poor Dani probably has her phone off or has deleted her social media for the sake of her peace. After she was aware of the post, she was quite taken aback because she doesn’t believe how Jungkook, actually had the guts to stand for NWJNS while being aware of the situation her group has with HYBE. She really respects him and applauds him for what he did.

*overall HYBE groups thoughts on this situation*

5oC rx, 2oP

Seems like these groups really be avoiding each other like a PLAGUE! These groups are completely and totally aware of the support NWJNS has, and I could say it kinda rubs them off the wrong way because they’re going through similar situations but they’re not getting the support from the rest of the industry and majority of the population of Korea (before y’all come for me, yes, support from this population matters the most, I’m sorry… I don’t make the rules!) It seems like they’ll try avoid thinking of this, and focus on support they receive from their own fandoms and promotions.

*will NWJNS stay in HYBE?*

5oP

No, the girls will eventually be leaving HYBE for good. In all honesty once again, these girls will have to leave this company for the sake of their own peace. They’re going to have many financial difficulties as they depart from this company but they’re going to have to either way.

*outcome of HYBE, once NWJNS leave*

AoP rx, The Lovers, 4oP, 10oS

lol. they’re going to be broker than ever! they will attempt to reconcile with their stock brokers or brands, to jump start their stock market value again, but it seems like all these businesses will stay clear from them to protect their own money because they’re aware, they’ll not be benefiting themselves with working with HYBE. HYBE will have to work really hard for positive public support again but it’s going to take a while.

*publics perception of NWJNS departure from HYBE*

6oW rx, Justice rx, Strength

the public will be divided ; Token/HYBE stans & Bunnies/K-Industry/Public & Rest of the public. The first group of people will be dissatisfied and angered by NWJNS leaving and claim that they’re ungrateful and stupid. The rest of the public will feel remorseful and encourage NEWJEANS to not give up but at the same time, should take a break!

OR!

the public will hate HYBE even more, and question their motives as a company overall. many people will not support HYBE any longer and believe they need their names tarnished as much as well. Would not be surprised if HYBE releases a media play article that day, in a celebratory manner about NWJNS departure but the public will remind them that they (HYBE) has not won in this situation, and will in fact be weak in terms of revenue.

*NWJNS careers once they depart from HYBE*

everybody say this with me : “NEWJEANS NEVER DIE!”📢

Pregnancy, Open Up Your Heart, Communicate, Manifest, Caution rx

*while shuffling the cards, the words NEWJEANS entertainment, came out my mouth lol! I would not be surprised if NWJNS establish their own company or they could possibly be moving to a different company, depending on their financial positions*

Anyways, the girls will come back better than ever! They will be expressing their gratitude to all the people who were on their side from the very beginning til the position they’ll be in once they’ve departed from HYBE. It seems as if the members 11:11 wishes will come true, and they’ll be a bit more stable and peaceful but it also seems like the girls will overwork themselves a bit too much because they want to prove to HYBE or the public that’s against them, that’s NWJNS as 5 shouldn’t be underestimated.

*individual messages from my cards for NWJNS members during this situation*

>this is so random lol but my gut is telling me to do this so I guess why not.🤷🏽‍♀️

Minji (Divorce) : my cards are telling her to consider canceling her contract with HYBE.

Hyein (Moving) : my cards are also telling her to consider canceling her contract with HYBE.

Haerin (Commitment rx) : my cards are also telling her to also just end her contract with HYBE.

Hanni (Health) : my cards are telling her to watch out for her physical and mental health! urgently so!💢

Danielle (Mercury Retrograde) : my cards are telling Ms Aries Mercury to hold herself back because people on social media will continue to attack her for what she says and supports.

That’s all for NWJNS today! The cards came out a bit better-ish than I had anticipated. I’m just relieved and touched to see how NWJNS will be okay after this situation. It will take some time for them to get back on their feet but they’re honestly going to kill it!

nwjns never die!🩷💛💚💜💙👏🏽

[chaifootsteps]

that pc/blitz and stolas/bojack ask is so real because when i first saw that stupid ass scene of stolas going "you want to know what i want? i want to know what its like to not be alone. i want to know what its like to be someone's someone," what immediately came to my mind was that scene of bojack sitting in front of elefante with PC as he says, "i dont love you. you don't love me. we're just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less." because thats basically all stoliz is at this point.

stolas is going to get everything he wants because of blitz's pity for him and trauma influenced need to feel needed, instead of their connection being based on anything natural, like their interests, their banter, or, oh geez, i dunno, the fact that they both have daughters that they deeply care about? its like loona and octavia dont even exist to stolas in apology tour. stolass ignores the 100% valid reason (that he of all people should understand since he has a daughter too) that blitz couldn't save him in western energy, focused on blitz not telling him he was nearly murdered by striker despite blitz saving stolas without blitz EVER expecting acknowledgement or a thank you (he only brings it up to defend himself), and claims he'll "die alone" if blitz doesnt love him back, despite the fact that he made a powerful goetia princess who probably has roughly the same life span as him, and has wanted nothing else but her father's love. shes the one who's actually worried about dying alone if stolas dies or leaves her. but nah, stolas should go for the guy whos life he knows is always at risk at his job, because he literally called him in the first episode while blitz was getting shot at and running for his life.

stoliz is just all kinds of fucked up now, and not in the fun way anymore like they were in s1. now? theyre just really sad and uncomfortable to watch.

"I don't love you, you don't love me, we're just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less" is such a beautiful line that I'm surprised Viv didn't steal it.

(Maybe she should have; it would have made for a much more believable and emotional scene.)

[iamgonnagetyouback]

𝟷𝚔 || 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Just another normal day with the boys.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: Dead poets society x Reader

You’re late to breakfast again, because, let’s be honest, getting up at the crack of dawn isn’t your idea of fun. Neil is already waiting outside your dorm, practically bouncing on his heels.

"You're going to make us late for chemistry," he says, grinning, but you know he doesn’t care. He’s more excited about rehearsals later.

"Please, it’s just chemistry. What’s the worst that could happen?"

Cue Meeks walking by, fiddling with some kind of strange contraption made of wires and gears. “The worst? You could accidentally discover a chemical that wipes out our entire dorm.”

You blink. “…Is that what you’re working on?”

"He's not wrong," Pitts chimes in, balancing a stack of textbooks. “I’m still not sure what we made in class last week. Meeks said it was a radio, but—”

"It was a radio!" Meeks interrupts, offended. “We just… haven’t found a signal yet.”

Charlie greets you all with a dramatic bow at the dining hall entrance, smirking as always. “Ah, if it isn’t my favorite lady. Come, join me for breakfast. I saved you a seat next to yours truly.”

You roll your eyes but take the seat, because let’s face it—arguing with Charlie Dalton is both pointless and highly amusing.

Todd’s already there, quietly poking at his scrambled eggs like they might come alive and attack him. He looks up, glancing at you, then quickly averts his eyes.

“Good morning, Todd,” you say, leaning a little closer just to see if he’ll blush.

He does. "Uh, g-good morning."

Neil slaps him on the back a little too enthusiastically. “Relax, Todd! She’s not going to bite.”

Charlie, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh, stretches an arm across the back of your chair. “Although, she does seem like the type, doesn’t she? A real heartbreaker.”

Neil elbows him before you can respond. “Careful, Dalton, she might take that as a challenge.”

Across the table, Knox is staring wistfully into space, most likely daydreaming about Chris—again. He hasn't touched his food, too busy scribbling something in his notebook, probably a love letter.

“You’re still writing those?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I think she’ll appreciate the poetry,” Knox says dreamily. “I’ve just got to find the right words. Something that’ll really speak to her soul.”

“Yeah, you and every other lovesick poet in history.” Charlie says, leaning in way too close to you with that smirk. “You know, I could write a love letter… right now… addressed to you.”

“I could throw a book at you right now,” you fire back, raising your diary threateningly. He raises his hands in surrender, but not before tossing in another playful wink.

Todd's buried in a book, his foot tapping nervously under the desk. You nudge him, trying to bring him back to reality. “Relax, Todd, it's just a pop quiz. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Todd looks at you with wide eyes, whispering, “Uh… failing? Public humiliation? Charlie staging a protest because we’re being ‘oppressed by academia’?”

You grin. “I’m surprised Charlie hasn’t done that already.”

Across the room, Pitts and Meeks are still quietly tinkering with the radio, muttering about antenna lengths and frequency adjustments. “Try 89.5,” Pitts suggests.

Meeks sighs. “We’ve tried 89.5 like six times, Pitts.”

Charlie overhears, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe it’s not the signal you’re missing. Maybe the universe just doesn’t want you to hear it.”

You roll your eyes at the dramatics. “Or maybe you two just need to admit your invention is a little cursed.”

Mr. Keating’s class is the highlight, as usual. Today, he’s making everyone stand on their desks to recite poetry.

“Well done!” he says, clapping. “That’s the spirit, seize the day!”

Charlie gets up next and, of course, winks at you mid-recitation. "What is life, if not the pursuit of—”

“Dalton, sit down before you fall,” Keating interrupts, though he’s clearly holding back a smile.

"Today," Keating says with a gleam in his eye, "we’ll be looking at life through a different lens."

Neil nudges you, whispering, "This is gonna be good."

Charlie, lounging in the back, raises his hand. "Mr. Keating, does that lens involve skipping the rest of class for some fresh air?"

Keating grins, not missing a beat. "Now, Nuwanda, where’s the fun in that? We’ve got poetry to read, minds to bend."

Knox is still writing furiously in his notebook, glancing up every so often to see if anyone’s noticed. "Do you think Chris likes daisies? Maybe roses? What if she’s allergic? Should I ask her?"

Neil glances over. "Knox, you haven’t even spoken to her yet."

Todd, beside you, whispers, "Maybe he should just… say hi?"

"You’re all missing the point!" Charlie exclaims, dramatically flinging his arms. "The real romance is right in front of you!" He points to you, leaning in like he’s about to make a grand declaration.

"Charlie, if you flirt with me one more time—"

"You’ll fall in love with me?"

"Absolutely not."

By the time the day winds down, Pitts and Meeks are still muttering over their radio. "Maybe if we try it with a wire hanger," Pitts suggests, looking deeply contemplative. "I swear I heard a sound earlier."

“I think we need to recalibrate the frequency,” Meeks mutters, twisting a knob.

“You’ve been recalibrating the frequency for three days,” you point out, biting into an apple.

“It’s all about persistence,” Pitts says with a determined nod.

“Or delusion,” Charlie adds, stealing your apple out of your hand and taking a huge bite, just to annoy you.

Afternoon rolls around, and you’re barely keeping up in Latin class, but Neil’s right beside you, scribbling notes like a machine. He gives you a reassuring smile, as if to say, You’ll get it. You won’t, but it’s sweet that he believes in you anyway.

After classes, you all meet by the cave for a Dead Poets meeting, the air filled with the smell of damp earth. Charlie’s reciting some scandalous poem he found, Knox is asking for feedback on his latest love letter, and Todd’s nervously glancing at the fire, probably worried it’s going to get out of control. Neil reads Shakespeare with such passion that you’re half convinced he’s going to run off to join a theater company by the end of the week.

By the time the sun sets, you’re all laughing, a little too loud for the quiet woods around you, but who cares? It feels like, for a moment, the whole world belongs to you and this crazy group of boys.

As you head back to the dorms, Charlie walks beside you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “So… you coming to watch me play tonight? I’m thinking of dedicating my next solo to someone very special.”

You laugh, pushing him away. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Dalton.”

He leans closer, voice low. “You can deny it all you want, but we both know you’re just here for my charm.”

“You wish,” you say, shaking your head, but smiling anyway.

Todd trails behind, stammering about needing to study for tomorrow's exam, while Neil drags him back to the group, promising they’ll make time for both. Knox, lost in thought about Chris, sighs dreamily. Pitts and Meeks are still discussing their radio, determined that one day, it will pick up a signal.

As everyone heads back to their rooms, Neil gives you a tired smile. "Another day survived."

You laugh. "Barely."

Todd lingers awkwardly, giving you a shy wave before scurrying off, while Charlie blows you a kiss. "Until tomorrow, my muse."

thank you so much for the request @march32nd!! i loved writing this one 💕

[let-us-cultivate-our-garden]

I always thought it was strange that Philip donated his diary to the library. The book literally contains information on how to create a portal.Luz was only able to create a defective portal, but still a portal, imagine what would have happened if it had fallen into the hands of a very intelligent witch. That would have complicated his plans even more. I know that the book was stored in the Forbidden Stacks with other forgotten books and that the chances of someone getting the book were very low. But the risk was still very high, and we're talking about the super genius who discovered quantum mechanics in the 1700s.

Philip Fucking Wittebane: I'm going to donate my diary with important information on how to create a portal and I mentioned the existence of an unknown entity to a bookstore that is run by the vile creature that I hate so much for no apparent reason! It's not like there are intelligent witches who can steal your life's work to cause trouble!

I understand that Luz needs the diary to advance the plot, but a puritan witch hunter donating a book with important information to a library with beings he hates for unknown reasons is very difficult to digest.

The only theory I've heard that could explain this is the Stable Time Loop one: Philip needs Luz and Lilith to go back in time to look for him and help him get the Collector disc. This means that in Elsewhere and Elsewhen, he realizes that the Crab Maiden and Aunt Gertrude are actually time travelers who used his diary, they help him obtain the disc, so to ensure that the duo arrive in the first place, Philip has to leave his diary in a public yet secure setting, hence the library.

It is a risky move, especially since at any point in time it could've been lost, stolen, or as you said, used to build a different portal. And as we saw in the show, the echo mouse ate a good chunk of it. Fortunately, it was an echo mouse and not some other critter. But I guess that was a risk Philip knew he had to take.

My problem is that the narrative ties in ALL of Luz's season 3 arc to this one episode and how she feels guilty about it when she really shouldn't. Within the episode itself, Lilith did most of the work by solving the puzzle, Luz was just bait. Philip had been working on getting the Collector disc for probably months and he even had a complex teleportation glyph to get to the Titan skull. This guy was prepared, he just needed people gullible yet smart enough to help him. If it weren't for Luz and Lilith, then someone else would've been the sacrifice. The Collector disc would still be found. He already found 3 of the 4 glyphs (which apparently, Titan magic is incredibly rare and difficult to see!), so Luz showing him the light glyph doesn't really have any long term effects.

The same is true for her "helping" find the Collector. It was bound to happen eventually because the narrative ties everything evil back to Belos while the other characters are mere victims of him. All she did was save him time and effort and frankly, that's not enough to justify 3 long episodes of wangsting. All it is is a convoluted way to make the hero "help" the villain while still making them the purest example of victimhood possible.

Lastly, the narrative NEVER brings up Lilith's involvement; there's never a moment that the two realize that they were played and how terrible they would feel that they played a part in the Collector's destruction (only for Eda to conk their heads together, tell them to stop moping, and take this Collector kid down).

It's all about how Luz feels and then is given 4 different conclusions that she apparently doesn't learn from: Hunter tells her it's not her fault because Belos always uses people (the fact that the boy who was just possessed and had his best friend killed has to emotionally support her is sickening to me), her mom tells her it's okay to make mistakes and that she made a mistake in not allowing Luz to be who she was, (to which she responds that all she wanted was to be understood. Not sure how that connects to her guilt but whatever), Luz thinks her friends secretly hate her for helping Belos so she might as well be him (but then she snaps out of this when Puppet Amity misquotes Azura.........ok then), and finally, Papa Titan validates her by calling her a Good Witch and that Belos is just a big ol' meanie.

This isn't an arc, this is a series of characters coddling her but she doesn't take any of their words to heart until God herself intervenes. There's this huge imbalance between what the character did and how they react to it and the narrative wastes so much time on an arc that just makes Luz feel selfish and just serves to demonstrate how little she's grown as a character.

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HEYA HELLO HI

first, i want to genuinely thank you guys for the account's existence and your hard work. reading through the posts is often the highlight of my bleak days, and im immensely grateful for you providing those moments of joy :]

SECOND UH ID LIKE TO ORDER A SPECIFIC KINDA HEADCANONS LIST IF NO ONE MINDS AND IT HASN'T BEEN WRITTEN ALREADY ALRIGHT YEAH

a nonbinary reader who is pretty similar to Seb's stubborn, independent and sassy persona but WOMP WOMP, they're suddenly head over heels for him. NEITHER WANTS TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE FEELINGS (aka "HE'S FUCKING MARRIED, IT'S NOT MUTUAL AND IM BUSY WITH NOT DYING, BUT I CANT GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD" & "I HAVE A WIFE AND THEY'RE JUST SOME EXPENDABLE BASTARD, GET OVER IT, SOLACE"). the distracting, unnecessary, painful pining. how do both cope and who's gonna break first? and most importantly, is either gonna throw their ego and rationality out the window to confess despite the fear of looking pathetic?

oooof i hope it's not too much and it's not breaking any rules. thank you in advance if you find it interesting enough for writing! :D

Awww, thanks so much! Although I should make it very clear the wife in question will remain vague and is NOT BASED ON ANYONE! Thanks for the request ❤️

♡Married! Sebastian Solace x NB! Similar! Reader Headcannons♡

Warnings: Sebastian is Married and Y/N is technically an Affair Partner

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He had found you interesting from the moment you opened your mouth and got sassy with him, mostly because most people don't have the balls to do it

Despite finding this slightly irritating, he also found it refreshing, so he didn't immediately shoot you if only for his own entertainment

A terrible mistake he'd soon find out

He developed some definitely unhealthy feelings the first time one of your comebacks had an almost flirtatious undertone

It was an accident on your part, but it got him thinking

He was a married man fawning quietly over you, how awful is that?

I mean of course he’s flashed the wedding band, and of course he's mentioned his wife when others flirt with him, but that doesn't change his feelings

If you flirted with him, would he really reject you?

Could he?

He hadn't known the touch of his wife in years, the softness of her hands, the warmth of her kisses

After everything that's happened he couldn't even remember her name. He should be able to remember his wifes name right?

Does he really even care about her? Does he love her now? Did he love her then?

It comes with an odd sense of guilt he doesn't like to look at. Especially when you do something that makes his heart flutter.

You, on the other hand, probably didn't develop any real feelings until he actually saved your ass.

You'd been running for your life and he’d snatched you up and into the vents, tossing you easily into his shop and shutting it behind you

His gaze transfixed on said vent, a hand on his gun. Something about him choosing to save your life while also putting up with your attitude was a little attractive…

Okay, insanely attractive

Sure, Sebastian’s guilt for being attracted to you is bad, but so is yours

You’re attracted to a married man who has absolutely gushed about his wife in front of you before. Even if it was only because someone tried to get a little flirty, what does that matter?

Honestly the mutual attraction makes it hard for you both to focus

Everything about that man is intoxicating, his smile, his laugh, his attitude. Can you really be judged for this?

Neither of you can focus on anything but each other whenever you’re both in a room.

It’s led to Sebastian getting surprised whenever another person buys something off him because he had no idea anyone else was in here

Its also led to you freaking out whenever one of the other expendable touches your shoulder without you having realized anyone was standing behind you

You hide it well…at least you hope you do?

The longing glances and quiet staring on both sides is unbearable though

Especially considering you’re both making those dolly eyes at each other, batting lashes and daydreaming

It’s cute but it’s also incredibly wrong of you two and you’re painfully aware of it

No amount of sharing food and acting like it’s not a date will make it less of a date

He’s already long since decided that he’s going to offer you come with him so you both can leave together

And though neither of you will have the heart to confess for quite a while, I think he’d do it on your way out. Something about you almost dying when you both escape makes him desperate to tell you how he really feels

When that ‘I think I’m in love with you’ slips out while he’s bandaging your arm that’s been cut by glass, how can you refuse?

Especially when you’re in love with him too?

He’ll toss that ring into the ocean once you reach the surface, his wife never loved him like you did anyway

[allwormdiet]

Interlude 6

Justice for Paige McAbee

This is. Fucking evil. Chaining a woman up like an animal and parading her around the courtroom. Like what the shit.

Utterly fucking barbaric

Brief detour I guess to provide exposition on the existence of rogues

Going from heartbreak to outrage this quickly in succession was some fucking whiplash when I first read this arc, fucking tell you what

Actual torture.

The inhumanity of this entire arrangement is borderline sickening to see play out. What an utter failure of the system

Oh hey you two

I can see how people would get. Touchy. About a power like that. But touchy enough for a life sentence is fucked.

Also, credit where it's due, Bakuda's ingenuity in this situation is still pretty well on display

Bakuda is playing with fucking fire here, and not just pyrokinesis, har har

Okay you know what, callousness and cruelty aside, this is a fucking badass display from Bakuda.

Okay so what the fuck is up with the ABB capes, actually. Bakuda built a bomb that would've devastated, like, the entire Eastern Seaboard, and probably even further beyond that into the west and north. I'd say that she was slumming it as part of a gang that's only got a minor presence in one city and a few neighboring areas, but honestly Lung feels just as cracked.

Dude basically only fights harder over time, he would've taken down everyone in that warehouse if Skitter didn't make a Hail Mary play with Newter's hallucinogen. Kaiser, Sundancer, Bitch, Newter, and one or both of the twins would've been fucking smoked, maybe Labyrinth if Coil's guys didn't bother to pull her out. This dude could've been putting up massive numbers throughout his entire reign as the head of the ABB.

So what the fuck was he doing instead? If he's a gang boss with this kind of power at his fingertips, where's the fucking appetite that should come with it? Skitter didn't even think he was an A-lister before they fought and he proved her wrong, she thought he was like, a step above Uber and Leet? In what world does that misconception become publicly accepted?

I'd say this is gonna bug me, but uhh, Lung's going to the fucking oubliette to end all oubliettes so it's a bit of a moot point, isn't it

Like, okay. Fucked up, sure thing. But this is still such a massive injustice; it was a one-time thing and she couldn't have possibly known if this was the first time it ever happened. You could've demanded training for her power, if nothing else, but you throw her into Hell on Earth. Fuck me.

This is a level of determination that I think has so far gone unmatched in this story. Like, I'll give Taylor time to pull off something even more outrageously self-harming for the sake of an objective, it's her story after all and there's a lot of words left, but Bakuda really is something else.

Of course that "something else" does include being an abrasive piece of shit, but hell, she's a parahuman, I don't think I've met one of them that's without some kind of baggage.

Maybe there's a world out there where after her trigger event she comes down on the other end of the hero/villain line. Bombs aren't exactly heroic but she could build non-lethally for standard use and save the big damage for shit like Endbringers. Plus the obvious potential of having a bomb Tinker as an EOD expert, that would be game-changing.

She'd still probably be an asshole, but like. You don't have to be pleasant to be a hero, we know that one for sure.

Alas.

I was torn between wanting Paige to get out of this and wanting Lung and Bakuda to get what's coming to them.

Hi Dragon, wish you weren't the warden of the worst prison I've ever heard of in my life, see you later in the story maybe

Also. Six hundred prisoners in the Birdcage. Not counting whoever's died. That's a fucking lot of them.

Wait what the fuck happened to Newfoundland

Oh, Dragon hates this too, well there's a small fucking mercy.

Also, "the hole the men opened into the women's half of the Birdcage" is a fucking alarming phrase. We're just fucking letting anything fly down here, huh? Jesus Christ.

Dragon's description of the Birdcage's security measures is. Fucking extreme. This is a fucking nightmare, an absolute cavalcade of human rights abuses that I can't even begin to fathom.

Have children been born in the Birdcage? If not, who's preventing that? Is everyone being covertly dosed with contraceptives to keep them from having children? Do the block leaders have people on hand to deal with abortions? How do you handle dietary restrictions? Religious restrictions? What if it turns out you were wrongly convicted?

Literally everything about this place is a horror show. Every implication is dark as fucking Vantablack.

Gross

I guess this is what passes for society down here, huh

Well shit, I guess I'm glad Bakuda has some enrichment at least.

Okay, so, Marquis is a supervillain who's taken over a cell block, and he's a Brockton native invested in learning what he's missed out on

...Easy money says he's Amy Dallon's old man.

Not entirely shocked that Lung's spent time behind bars, though I assume that was before he got his powers.

And uhh. I'm gonna be real, I feel kinda bad for Bakuda here. Like she's a piece of shit, obviously, but for all her insults she seemed happy to work for Lung, enough that she made a point of freeing him from the Protectorate and putting him back in charge when she could've stayed in charge, taken advantage of his arrest and done whatever she pleased

and now he's gonna kill her. Because she insulted him. Because it'll make life in prison easier.

I mean, shit. I do not like Bakuda's odds in this exchange. It probably doesn't take a lot for Lung to have her debilitated, and from there the kill is even easier. Maybe he dies too, but I don't expect that to be the case.

Current Thoughts

Justice for Paige McAbee

The Birdcage is, I think, a very reasonable simulacrum of Hell, and its very existence probably gives in-universe philosophers, ethicists, defense attorneys, and human rights activists fucking hives.

Also, justice for Paige McAbee

I'm not going to mourn Bakuda, but maybe I'll mourn the version of her that could've been in a kinder world.

Last thing, just in case we weren't clear:

Justice for Paige McAbee

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By the end of AVA season 3, I predict that Second will lose his powers—at least the god-like part of it.

Here’s why:

In storytelling, heroes cannot remain overpowered for too long. Overpowered characters make conflicts too predictable and reduce the tension needed to keep audiences engaged. To avoid this, many authors set constraints on their characters’ abilities. They might require certain conditions for the powers to be activated or bear a heavy cost after using it.

Right now, we know almost nothing about the nature of Second’s powers, aside from the fact that it only activates when his life is in danger. However, it’s highly likely that Alan will fully explain Second’s powers by the end of AVA season 3 (and it probably has something to do with his relationship with Chosen). If Second were able to wield his god-like powers freely, it would disrupt the balance of power between the CG and villains. Every conflict would end in an easy victory, removing tension, surprise, and, ultimately, entertainment.

And Second would overshadow the rest of the CG, leaving RGBY less opportunities to demonstrate their unique strengths. AVA’s charm lies in how the gang works together to overcome strong enemies with their combined wit and strategy, not just in cool powers. If Second were to dominate every battle, the rest of the gang would have little chance to shine.

An alternative solution would be to introduce stronger enemies and power up the rest of the team. However, we don't want another generic superhero series do we? The essence of AVA/M is its creativity. Therefore, the most elegant way to solve this problem would be to remove or drastically limit Second’s powers by the end of season 3.

For example, during the final battle between the CG and Victim, Victim’s overwhelming desire for revenge could eventually lead to his near self-destruction. Second, being his heroic and compassionate self, saves Victim, but at the cost of his own powers. Moved by Second’s sacrifice and kindness, Victim realizes his mistakes and lets go of his hatred toward Alan, happy ending :D

(I doubt it would be this simple but it's possible right?)

What do you guys think?