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Intertwined Destinies

Simon ‘ghost’ Riley x Noora (fem reader)

Part IIIIII: So this is love?

Summary: You, Eleonoora Lintu, born in Finland were forced to be taken away due to the war. However, you thought your life would be miserable and full of despair until a military man gets full custody of you and you meet your childhood sweetheart, Simon Riley. You two become best friends, both of you living a miserable life. That is until you get taken away by Finnish soldiers, separating you and your best friend. It’s been over 20 years until the two of you meet again. Now being adults, you have much more than friendship in mind.

Warning! Fluff (let the fun begin hihi) angst, su!cide, depression, Simon being a bit possessive, reader is called Noora.

It’s been a day since Ghost revealed his true identity to you that he’s been hiding from almost everyone. You can’t stop thinking about the moment when you saw your Simon, your childhood sweetheart. Your one and only true love. Different kinds of emotions have been pestering you in a way you hate. Both confusion and desire equally taking up more than half of the space in your mind. You don’t know what you want, you really don’t. You’ve never really been affectionate these past years, never felt any love or compassion or even cared at all about it. Your heart is opposing against you, it’s like a punishment for your once cold and hollow heart and you think that you deserve it. In some way.

But you and Simon haven’t been able to keep your eyes off of each other. The moment you meet each other, you instantly clasps eyes not for even a second breaking the eye contact. It’s been very distracting, but in a good way. You can’t even count how many times you’ve drowned in his dark eyes and not got the same exciting feeling in your stomach. It’s like butterflies mixed with knives. It’s both amusing and intimidating. You can’t tell which one you feel the most, but it is an adrenaline rush moment that pumps hard inside of your heart and sometimes lungs. The need, the crave that eats at the two of yous conscious. But you don’t seem to think about making the first move, even if you wish to. Neither has Simon, the only thing he can do is make up fake scenarios in his head about kissing your lips until they bruise and thrusting deep inside of you til you can’t walk properly after a few days. He wishes to be more than a friend, he knows it, understands what he’s feeling as he’s been shoving it away for years. Same goes for you, you’ve been aching for him to have you. To dominate you, to mark you, to make you his and only his. You wanna tease him and annoy him, to make him possessive. It’s a plan you’ve thinking about.

Another boring meeting ended and you were getting ready to leave until Leo grabs your arm, preventing you from doing so. You could see Simon’s eyes stare intensely at Leo, you can see the anger and frustration even if he’s wearing one of his balaclavas on, but he keeps walking trying to pretend as if he’s unfazed about what just happened. You turn your eyes to Leo and you can see a touch of vulnerability in his eyes which was never there before. And is it lust you see as well?

“Noora, Uhmm, can you stay for a moment? There’s something I wanna tell you?” Leo asks, almost pleading. It scares you and you start fearing for the worst. Your ‘second best friend has never had this kind of gentleness in his tone whenever he spoke to anyone before.

You nod impatiently. Come on, I have places to be. You thought to yourself.

Leo takes a deep inhale and exhale as he closed his eyes, too slow for your taste as the impatience grew rapidly in you.

“I’m in love with you” Leo said, searching in your eyes, unaware of the shocked expression you had on your face. You knew this would eventually happen, but you’d always brush it off as you were unsure of your instincts. Simon stood outside and listened to everything, now more angry than the moment Leo grabbed your arm. Ghost clenched his fists hard, it felt like his wrists were gonna pop anytime. No one is allowed to be in love with you, no one. And no one’s ever to touch you, except Ghost. You’re his and his only, he won’t let you go just because some jackass confessed his feelings to you. Ghost couldn’t help but peak a little, curious to your reaction. But to his avail, your back was faced towards the door, so he could only see Leo’s face. How it was filled with warmth and amore, the same kind of expression Ghost hides under his balaclava whenever he looks/stares at you.

“I’ve been ever since I laid my eyes on you. The fire, the passion you had inside of you. The way you shined in the battlefield, killing all the enemies without a second thought, it amazed me. You’re amazing, you’re incredible, you’re-“ Leo continued before pulling you into a hug as he couldn’t contain himself. You froze in his embrace. Ghost felt his cold heart shatter, no, whole world shatter in front of him as he found it harder to breathe and contain the massive tear buildup. He walked away with heavy, hastily steps as he thought you’d given yourself to Leo. That you’ve become the one thing he wanted from you to Leo. That you were gonna marry Leo, then build a family with him, carry his kids when it should be Simon’s kids you’d carry. When it’s supposed to be Simon you’re marrying and vow your life to.

You finally gain control and gently push Leo away, breaking the embrace.

“Leo, I’m so sorry if I have led you on in some way I really didn’t mean it, but the only thing I can give you is friendship” You said and you could see the tears in Leo’s eyes as his face shifted from devotion to despair. You felt bad to hurt your friend, but you were tired of lying to yourself. You loved someone else, you loved Simon. Wait….did you just confess to yourself that you love Simon? You suddenly get an idea, but swiftly return to reality to now see Leo’s cheeks all wet and soaked with tears.

“I-I understand…” Leo gasps after air as he slowly walks away. You could see how he was struggling to walk as he leaned against different kinds of furniture while he was trying to take steady steps to the door.

You felt the guilt slice your stomach and crush your good conscience. You didn’t wanna lose Leo as he was a good friend, the only friend you had in your harshest times serving the Finnish military. But you couldn’t lie to him, he didn’t deserve that. He did also play a huge role in your life, he was also important to you, too important to lose actually. You sigh as you walked out of the room, unable to linger in the moment that balanced heavily on your heart.

Simon walked with loud and heavy footsteps back to his dorm, slamming the door with all might behind him. Causing the wall and furniture to shake and the loud bang to alert half of the base. He ran ripping his balaclava off, throwing it on the floor, he ran his fingers through his hair out of irritation as he sat down on his bed, making half of the bed tilt sideways due to his heavy weight. He buried his face in his hands, arms resting on his thighs as he tried to collect his thought that were rummaging inside of his head.

Simon felt his whole being shatter in that exact moment and he let it. He had lost you, you were now someone else’s, you loved someone else. Why does it matter if he becomes his old cruel, cold blooded self? Simon pants, lungs clogged by all of the despair and anger as he reached for the framed picture of you and him when you were kids, those cheerful smiles and wonderful memories, those few good and important memories that mattered the most to him, staring intensely into it Simon felt tears stream down his cheeks.

“W-why….?” Simon whispered, the constant loss of breath causing him to stutter and forcing him to take a breath often. He didn’t notice how much his hands shook in that moment, the framed picture mimicking it as well.

“You’re supposed to become mine!” Simon shouted as he threw the framed picture against the floor with a heavy bang along with it, causing the glass to shatter and scatter across his floor. But it didn’t matter, nothing mattered anymore. He didn’t even bother to put his balaclava on again. If he can’t have you no one can, Simon thought to himself. He started walking towards the door, opened it only to be met by the short sight of you. Simon felt his heart skip a beat and he noticed that he didn’t bother to wipe of the tears off of his cheeks. He couldn’t do anything than standing like a statue at his door, watching you as your face shifted rapidly.

You looked at him, confused and shocked, and you stood on your tippy toes to reach his face to wipe away his tears. You hated to see him this way, it hurt inside of your heart. You’re unaware that it was because of Leo’s confession that he’s this way. Simon also felt strangely comforted by your thumb gently brushing away his tears while your other fingers remained cupped against his cheek. When you’d wipe all of his tears away, you remove your hand from his face and he instantly misses your gentle caress, your warm touch. It made him ache for more and you wanted to touch him more.

“Don’t cry” you gently whispered and Simon instantly returned to reality.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with your boyfriend now?” Simon angrily mumbled, crossing his arms like an angry child.

“My-what? I don’t got one” You replied, confused at the blunt remark. You thought to yourself for a while, reason why Simon’s being this petty and unreasonable towards you. Then you finally got it. Leo’s confession to you. He must have become jealous and you slightly smile to yourself. Simon was jealous and it was obvious. This really amused you and you finally understood that Simon harboured the same feelings as you did. He didn’t want you to be with someone else as you didn’t want him to either.

“Don’t you think I wouldn’t notice the way Leo’s been looking at you all along, like some devoted puppy. He’s even got you around his finger now that you’re his, his” Simon said, you could hear the obvious display of jealousy and frustration as he kept clenching his fists.

“Come now, don’t be so brute, big man. You’re jealous aren’t ya?” You giggled and you could see that he became more irritated at your carelessness, that he didn’t seem to intimidate you in any way even if he stretched his shoulders to appear more wide and bigger, to make his form more bigger and dominant. But he was only making a fool out of himself, which he couldn’t let happen.

“I’m gonna give you two options, luv. Either you go back to your puppy or you fuck me. The choice is yours” Simon said bluntly, like it was some casual thing to propose to someone. You admired it and it kinda excited you. But you felt like teasing, despite the warmth in your stomach that ached for him desperately.

You smirked and grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull his head down towards you, forcing him to face you.

“Make me” You teased, a silent ‘yes’ hidden behind the meaning. You were up for it. You were immensely interested in the idea of being fucked by him, but also dominated by him.

Simon smirked and pulled you over his shoulder, kicking the door shut with his leg, carefully walking above the shattered glass pieces before slamming you against the bed. With some anger and frustration still remained in him, he wasted no time climbing on top of you, severing the air between the two of you with rough and aggressive kisses. He had wanted to do that for a very long time, if only you’d knew. His kisses got very sloppy and messy since he just couldn’t contain himself from you, you could feel his saliva around your mouth, how it made your mouth glow. His hands moved rough and hard against your upper body, making you moan and whimper every time he touched your low abdomen, the arousal it was setting off. You could feel Simon hastily grind with his hard clothed cock against your thigh, which made you moan more.

Simon broke off the kiss, taking one last glance of your clothed body before shredding your clothes to pieces, making you gasp at his rough hand work on your clothes. He teared them apart as if they were an extreme bother to him - they were. You know laid completely naked before him and he admired the sight, savoured it even. You could feel the bulge in his pants grow against your thigh and you started to grind against it, making him slightly moan.

"You know, all you have to do is beg" Simon grinned as he teased you.

You scoffed at him "I don't beg" You said while giving him a frown, which made him challenge you.

"Oh yeah?" Simon said as he pushed two fingers against your wet folds, making you moan. He continued to push and remove the fingers, still teasing you. You ached for more, but you refused to beg for more. Hell no.

"Come one, baby. Beg for me" Simon grunted as he looked at you expectantly.

"Only if you take your clothes off first" You challenged him, despite the desperation and lust burning deep inside of you.

Simon removed his fingers from your wet folds as he took his shirt off, revealing his huge build. The huge wall of a perfect mixture of muscles and healthy layers of fat and his scars that varied from shades and sizes. You felt even more aroused than before. He was beginning to work on his belt off his pants before he made eye contact with you.

"Like what you see?" Simon chuckles, teasing you as you couldn't take your eyes off of his upper body, salivating almost over it.

"You're the one to talk, you've been staring at my tits" You teased back and chuckled as he undid his belt and pulled his pants off in one swipe. He didn't bother taking his boxers off, which annoyed you as you were desperate, really really desperate.

"Boxers off, or I won't beg for you" You teased but also meant.

Simon grinned and obliged. He's teasingly rubbing his cock that was leaking with precum at your wet folds, waiting for you to beg for more. You moan slightly, but you're not content yet. You're aching for more.

"Please, Simon, Please. I want you to spear me no mercy and fuck my brains out" You pleaded but also kinda teased as it felt pathetic to beg for his massive dick, but here you are. Laughing at yourself in your head by that stupid plea.

Simon grinned with content as he began pushing deeper into you. You wasted no time in coming on him, not even bothering asking for his permission as the animal in you were awakened and filled with lust and impatience by his slow pace. You gripped his shoulders and started to grind since he wasn't really doing the job. Simon's bulky arms were put beside your head, making him steady and to prevent him from crushing you.

"Go faster, Simon" You pleaded "Please, I need, I need-" You started before Simon thrusted hard and deep into you, making your head fall back with a loud moan as your walls slowly tightened around his cock and you drop your arms off of his shoulders by the rapid, intense thrusts he was doing. Simon grunted the same as the panted, thrusting deeper and harder into you. He got frustrated by your lack of touch so he grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his neck, forcing you to hold him which you oblige to. Content, his arms gripped your thighs instead, slightly making you face upwards, allowing him to thrust deeper. Both of you being a moaning and panting mess, and the mixture of your sweats wetting the bed sheets.

“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re fucking mine” Simon grunted as he thrusted deeper and more aggressively by every word, making you moan and whimper. The sounds he now love from you, sounding like sweet melodies to his ears that he’d never get tired of hearing. You were unable to answer or say anything at all as your head was leaning backwards with eyes closed, heavy breathing towards the roof while moaning like crazy.

Simon became impatient so he let go of one of your thighs, to grab your cheek, forcing your head towards him, making you open your eyes to meet his brown angry ones. He thrusted deeper and harder.

“You’re mine, do you hear me? Mine and mine only” Simon grunted and you could feel his warm breath caressing your face.

“I’m yours” You whispered and nodded due to the heavy breathing and Simon smiled, then pulled you into a passionate long kiss.

His lips felt like razors against yours, both pain and pleasure at the same time, making you feel more at home than you’ve ever been. He continued to abuse your lips before pulling away as you felt warmth enter your stomach, assuming it was his cum. Simon moaned louder than a bomb and you did too, but only a little more quiet. You dropped your arms that was around your neck, allowing yourself to fall back against his bed as he slowly pulled his cock out, then laid beside you. He instantly wrapped his bulky arms around your body, pulling you tightly against his warm body, almost suffocating you. You put your one arm on his chest, gently caressing it, while resting your head on his shoulder tickling him with your breath.

“I never thought of you as the jealous type” You teased and he scoffed.

“Shut up” He grunted as his grip tightened and he pulled the bed covers above the both of you, for comfort as he felt you slightly shivering against his body.

“I should probably get going-“ You started, trying to wriggle out of his tight grip, but only to be pulled back into him. Your back crashing against his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your scalp. You could feel his breath on your hair, blowing around with your hair strands.

“No” Simon spit out “From now on, this is your room”

“That’s absurd! I can’t just-“ You spat out in panic.

“Yes you can. Now rest, we’ve got a mission tomorrow, love” Simon said before kissing your temple, then returning to his position. You obliged, too tired to argue with him and let your eyes shut close before giving into the slumber. A peaceful one for once. You’ve never expected to peacefully fall asleep and not wake up for once at all, or let alone in somebody’s arms. And not with your childhood sweetheart…

It was morning, you woke up to Simon accidentally dropping something in the bathroom and him cursing because of it. You giggled and it alerted him, because he walked into the bedroom, meeting your naked body, the white sheets sticking to your body and your hair being in a total mess. He felt his erection in his pants as this sight was a pure dream come true for him.

“You oaf, you’re supposed to wake me up. We’ve got a mission, remember?” You giggle as you gave him a heartfelt smile that warmed his cold heart. You also get surprised by yourself for being that affectionate, you never thought you ever smile like that. Simon giggled too, also surprised by his sudden display of affection and actually - happiness. He was happy, and this time not being because of all of the enemies falling limp before him, no, it was because of the ray of sunshine that lit up his inner darkness that laid in bed before him. He felt his life for the first time in years have meaning, something to fight for, something to enjoy.

"Didn't wanna disturb your sleep. You looked liked you slept peacefully given by the fucking snores you did" Simon smiled at you while giggling as he handed you new clothes as your own was ripped by Simon the night before.

You giggled as you playfully threw a pillow at him. Simon giggled even more before picking it up and throwing it at you, distracting you with the flying pillow, then pin you against the bed with his big arms on each side of your head, his thighs tightly pushing against the sides of your hips. You giggled as you cupped his face, before planting a gentle kiss against his. He closed his eyes and took the honour to lead, before you pulled away and caressed his cheek with such gentleness he had craved and missed from you.

"I love you, Simon" You said, leaving him in shock - in a good way. But before he could reply, Price barged in in a hurry.

"Simon-" Price began before he saw Simon's body against your naked body, with your hands still cupping his face. Both you and Simon stare at the door in shock and embarrassment. Price gulped as he continued.

"The mission, we to to go now" Price said before he ran away in total shock.

Huge tension filled the air as you, Simon, Leo, Soap, Price and Gaz sat in the humvee in silence. Price still giving you and Simon weird looks, indicating that he still remembered barging in on the two of you. Leo staring at you nonstop, you could see the despair and loss in his eyes, his eyes red and puffy as if he’s been crying. Simon getting tense by Leo’s stares at you, you could Simon’s grip around your waist tighten as he pulls you closer as he gives Leo an intimidating look. Soap and Gaz shifting their gazes between the three of you, confused by the tension, then looking questionably at each other.

The mission went smoothly, as Simon and Soap successfully capture the man the mission was all bout, bringing him to the helicopter that was waiting at the rooftop that Laswell sent to you. You were making your way towards the helicopter and took look behind you to be met by Leo standing awfully close to the edge of the building. You hurried towards him in a panic. Leo stood with his back towards you, looking down from the building, you could hear his sobs. You understood what he wanted to do.

“Leo! Be careful, something could go wrong” You screamed in agony.

Leo turned towards you, tears running down his cheeks and the despair visibly displayed in his eyes. The anger, the fear and the grief all combinated in his facial expression.

“Why do you care? Don’t you already have someone else to take care of?” Leo shouts.

“Leo, I care about you. You’re my best friend”

“Best friend? Do you know how long I’ve loved you? And how hard I’ve tried to suppress these feelings, because of that fucking captain that sees vulnerability as weakness” Leo said as he began slowly backing towards the edge, making you approach him. You could hear the other screaming from the helicopter, screaming at you to hurry up.

“Don’t do it, Leo. It doesn’t have to be this way. I still love you as a friend” You said, you held out your hand so he could grab it and pull himself away from the edge that dangerously close to him. One more step and he’ll be no more, and that gave you intense agony and pain in your chest as your ears started beating in a rapid pace and you felt tears building up in your eyes.

“I’m afraid that won’t be enough. I’ll never be loved, no one will ever love me not even you. I kept fighting, you know. I kept on going because of you. You were the only cause to my will to fight. And now it’s nothing. It’ll never mean anything, because you will never love me” Leo cried out.

You slowly approached him, still holding your hand out.

“Leo, take my hand and it’ll all be fine. I love you as a friend, you’re an important person to me. Very important. It doesn’t have to be this way, this doesn’t have to be the solution. Let me help you, my friend” You pleaded, tears streaming down your cheeks now. Leo took one last sob.

“Goodbye, my dearest friend” Leo said as he leaned back, letting his feet fall of the edge, falling down towards the ground. You ran towards the spot he stood in, crying out his name, before two strong arms gripped you and pulled you towards the helicopter. You tried to fight against them, but you didn’t have enough strength.

It was Simon’s arms and he wrapped them around you when you took a seat in the helicopter, letting you cry out in his shirt, not giving a damn about the wet spots that were forming because of your tears. Simon ran his fingers through your hair to soothe you, and you leaned into him feeling the sudden mental exhaustion. Seeing your best friend die in front of you, the guilt that supped of your strength both physically and mentally, the guilt that were so intense that you started blaming yourself for Leo’s death. Blaming yourself that you could’ve prevented it by lying to him about returning his feelings towards you, lying to yourself again just like you’ve done before.

You went to your room, told Simon that you wanted to be alone for a while, which he after some nagging agreed to. You threw all the gear and weapons off of you with a heavy sigh. You were pacing back and forth in your room, both in confusion and despair. It felt strange. Strange that Leo’s gone, gone forever. Despair, because he’s gone, really gone. You’re never going to see him again, ever. You spot an envelope on your desk which you hurriedly approach. You slowly pick up the white envelope with an inked cursive style.

‘ℒℯℴ’

Your heart sank to your stomach as you reluctantly opened the enveloped, both aware and unaware of what it would say. You unfolded the paper, to reveal a long page with inked cursive sentences, and began reading, with every sentences your heart crushed, with every word, your eyes filled up with tears that later ran down your cheek.

‘ℋ𝒾，𝒩ℴℴ𝓇𝒶． ℐ𝓂 𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝓈ℴ𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓊𝒹𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝒻ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 ℐ 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃𝓉 𝓀ℯℯ𝓅 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓉ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝓉ℴ 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎． 𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒶 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝒹ℴ𝓃𝓉 𝑔ℯ𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝓌𝓇ℴ𝓃𝑔． 𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓌ℯ𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓃𝒾𝓅ℯ𝓇 ℴ𝓊𝓉 ℴ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒾ℯ𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝒹𝒷𝓁ℴℴ𝒹ℯ𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓇．ℐ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ 𝒾 𝓁𝒶𝒾𝒹 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊． 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷ℴ𝒹𝓎 𝓈𝓂ℴℴ𝓉𝒽𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝒷𝒶𝓉．ℐ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝒶 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹𝓎 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒹ℴ𝓃𝓉 𝒹ℯ𝓈ℯ𝓇𝓋ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓈ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔， 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒹ℴℯ𝓈𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ． ℐ𝓋ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 ℯ𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶 𝓁ℴ𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ 𝓃ℴ𝓌． ℐ𝓋ℯ 𝓉𝓇𝒾ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝒾ℯ𝒻𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉ℴ 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈． ℐ 𝓌ℴ𝓃𝓉 𝑔ℴ 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝒹ℯ𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓉 ℯ𝓃ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉ℴ 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝒾𝓉 ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻．ℐ𝓋ℯ 𝓃ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝒹ℴ𝓊𝒷𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊． 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝓉ℴ ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈ℯℯ 𝓂ℯ， 𝓉ℴ ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉ℴ 𝓂ℯ， 𝓉ℴ ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝓁ℯ𝒹𝑔ℯ 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓈𝒸ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ． 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉． 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝓂ℯ． 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒷ℯ𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹． ℐ𝓁𝓁 𝓃ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝑔ℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℴ𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓋ℯ 𝒹ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓂ℯ ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝒻𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓂ℯ．

ℳ𝒾𝓃𝒶̈ 𝓇𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓊𝒶 𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶，𝓎𝓈𝓉𝒶̈𝓋𝒶̈ (I love you forever, friend)

ℒℯℴ’

Your sobs became louder and louder but the gasps of air. You hugged the letter close to you as your legs fell apart, leaving you sitting on the floor. The amount of guilt and shame you felt was suffocating. You repeatedly whispered “I’m sorry, Leo” while cradling your own body to try and pacify yourself.

May Leo rest in peace 🪦 🕊️

[mermaidsirennikita]

Immortals After Dark Hero Power Ranking: Part Nove

Finished the Torture Island arc and while I can see why Declan Chase is so loathed, Iiiiiii did not think he was as bad as people make him out to be. Iiiiii had fun.

Garreth MacRieve, werewolf, Pleasure of a Dark Prince

Pros: 

–invented “werewolf versus demon” basketball because he was SADS

–smells Lucia masturbating and is like WAIT WAIT WAIT I CAN FIX THAT

–gets Lucia off through prison bars…. a determined man

–engages in a Road Runner/Wile E. Coyote dynamic with his heroine for a YEAR where he’s just chasing her around the globe while she crushes him with trucks and shit… he sees it as foreplay

–is actually truly the most woke werewolf hero; rightly points out to Lucia that she’s not exaaaactly being chaaaaste when he’s tearing that shit up every night even if there’s no penetration; keeps himself from going full moon crazy with magic in order to keep Lucia from being pressured into sex with him, and even when that magic breaks super holds back until she makes a conscious decision; does not do the Ritual Doggy Style Full Moon thing because he wants to look into her eeeeeeyes and ground her and even puts her on top, a KING

–catches a special new butterfly for her and names it after her leave me alone I’m crying

–“lass, I’m about to make you a widow” …. this shit works every time

–even a GOD can’t make him hurt Lucia

Cons:

–does not believe that women should have jobs after they find their werewolf soulmates, but to be fair, he is completely right, why the hell would I work if I had a rich werewolf soulmate who hunts big game for me and does all the cooking and cleaning and work and shit

–is honestly big stupid about plunging into danger

–is honestly big stupid about a lot of things… plan for keeping his woman from pursuing her immortal mission was “I’ll just fuck her until she passes out and then I’ll go do big mission for her”, admirable but not flaw-free logic

–was gonna help Lachlain steal a baby

–BIG “dumb younger brother” energy

–“we’re werewolves we’re very curious and always have to solve mysteries” lmao okay Scooby Doo

2. Rydstrom Woede, demon (king), Kiss of a Demon King

Pros:

–called Sabine a “good girl” even when she’s actually being a bad girl

–is explicitly a dom

–the first time he smiles is after she flips him off

–is into spanking

–takes Sabine to a bar and everyone leaves the bar because she’s evil and he’s all “awwww baby I don’t understand why they don’t like you :(” when she’s committed, like, war crimes… down ridiculous…

–his big comeback to his enemy is like “lmao well I’m about to make your girl’s eyes roll back in her head SOOOOOOO EAT IT CUCK”

–has two elaborate fantasies in this novel: a) suspending Sabine from the ceiling and edging her until he lets her grind against his face B) watching Sabine cuddle their cute baby. The duality of demon king

Cons:

–I mean I guess he did some pretttttyyyyy dubious shit to Sabine, but only after she did them to him

–met a woman and became her friend and talked to her for days and literally didn’t remember fucking her once until she reminded him…. I thought it was funny

–that time he went at Sabine’s tits for so long that the next day she was all “THEY HURT SO BAD” so I assume he was like a newborn baby or something

–“I don’t have any fetishes!!!!” has every fetish known to man

–was so down ridiculous that he went to try and kill himself to save her… this is a pro… but I’m gonna pretend it’s a con

–is pretty hard on Cade who was just trying!!! his!!! best!!!!!!!!!! but again this is only mildly a con because his disappointed dad thing is hot

3. Conrad Wroth, vampire, Dark Needs at Night’s Edge

Pros:

–exceedingly good at removing obstacles between him and what he wants

–a virgin and SUPER embarrassed about it in a way that is INCREDIBLY precious (when he finally fucked this woman and went “So I was good?” I almost fucking wept)

–murder puppy only wants death and blood (until he discovers………… other things)

–a natural born dirty talker

–BABY BOY…. BABY BOY…./EVIL

Cons:

–has erectile dysfunction for a significant part of his book, he gets better but I was so sad for him

–I mean, is fully insane and wants to murder his entire family, but nobody’s perfect and Nikolai kinda deserves it

–wears sunglasses indoors

–got aroused while buying underwear for her and had to limp home

–made Bowen MacRrieve sad and that makes me really upset because I love Bowen MacRieve

4. Bowen MacRieve, werewolf, Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night

Pros:

–is a werewolf general

–was celibate for 1200 years after his lover got so scared of his wolf form that she gored herself on a tree stump (lmao)

–spent those 1200 years trying to bring her back to life

–great at catching and preparing seafood

–breeding kink (wants to put all the bairns in Mariketa)

–kinda into bondage…?

–gets hard at the thought of Mariketa’s carnage, even when he is the carnage

–update pro: gets sent to a party by himself so that Mariketa can run an errand and just sits there confused and miserable at the bar by himself waiting for her to show up even though he knows people there; I imagine this is much like that SNL skit about a dog park for boyfriends, where the shy boyfriend hides under a picnic table

Cons:

–kind of a fuckboy (will say his dead lover’s name when he comes, ONE TIME, but “Mariketa” and “Mariah” begin similarly so)

–doesn’t like it when Mariketa chant incantations into her mirror because it creeps him out

–breeding kink (casually tries to get her to stop taking birth control)

–makes fun of Mariketa’s vibrator, even if I found that actually hilarious

5. Lachlain MacRieve, werewolf, A Hunger Like No Other

Pros:

–chewed his own leg off to get to Emma, pinned her to the ground in broad daylight, and inhaled her neck like a fucking FREAK

–actually pretty good at being the werewolf king (saves Bowen from his own stupidity multiple times, much daddy, very authoritative)

–saw Emma kill her own dad and basically swooned

–is absolutely down to get his blood sucked… through his penis (I believe he says that’s the only way he’ll accept BJs now…?)

–gets by on missing 150 years of progression purely on intimidation, which I personally find deeply sexy

Cons:

–I mean yes Lachlain is one of the rape-iest IAD heroes even if most of that was werewolf instinct and burning alive for 150 years

–doesn’t know how to use an iPod

–but will max out your credit cards

–a werewolf supremacist (is this a bad thing…?)

–says “Kiss me like you want to live” which I guess I should put as a con because it’s non-consensual but whatever I was dow–

6. Murdoch Wroth, vampire, Untouchable

Pros:

—just extremely determined… his heroine can’t bear skin to skin contact? He’s gonna use an icicle as a dildo. He fucked up so bad she fled to an ice kingdom? Well, he’s gonna fucking find her

–probably the closest IaD gets to a himbo… HE WAS MORE THAN A RAKE, DAMMIT!!! HE DIED IN A WAR!!!!!!!

–I don’t think y'all get how impressive it is that he consistently hit the clit through a blanket AND fucked her to orgasm with an icicle for like a year

–is actually a very good brother

–finds out his woman maybe married another guy and goes “she’s going to be a widow” I love mess

Cons:

–I mean does bitch a lot about how sexually frustrated he is but his heroine is an ice princess who can’t stand skin to skin contact without extreme pain so……………………… I do get it blue balls kill

–will masturbate to the thought of you in the shower while you’re unconscious six feet away covered in arrow wounds… if that’s something you’re not into…

–has confidence issues because the Wroth brothers are rattled off like Nikolai: the leader! Sebastian: the brain! Conrad: the mysterious babe! Murdoch: … the slut?

(do love that the Wroth bros are the Charlie’s Angels of this series)

–bit Dani without her consent blah blah blah

7. Cadeon Woede/“Cade the Kingmaker”, demon, Dark Desires After Dusk

Pros:

–extremely loyal to his brother (which I found cute)

–orders ahead to get pre-packaged food for Holly to accommodate her OCD, while helping her Walk on the Wild Side

–was the first guy to 69 with his heroine in this series

–stalked Holly for like a year (stalking is love)

–gets adorably tongue-tied around her, but not in a lame way

Cons:

–lied to Holly for like… that entire book lmao (even though it was fun)

–is called the Womb Raider for a reason, apparently (a little tooooo potent)

–sort of fucks with Holly’s birth control, in the sense that he made sure she was super fertile, but to be fair Holly did not… actually… take birth control

–threw out Holly’s OCD meds, though I chalk this up to the year the book was published

–just sort of drove around giving Holly head for WEEKS while Rydstrom was getting sexually tortured, so like…. maybe doesn’t have GREAT priorities…. maybe has the best priorities… Rydstrom was fine…

8. Nikolai Wroth, vampire, The Warlord Wants Forever

Pros:

–deeply efficient and good at his job (being a bloodthirsty warlord), which turns his mate on as much as it should literally everyone else

–scars all over

–very family-oriented, which means he’s extreeeeemely daddy, and very much uses that in the bedroom

–will try to make nice with your bitchy sisters for you

–is receptive to therapy, even if the therapist was his beaten and bruised brother whose advice was basically “do better”

Cons:

–did steal Myst’s chain and used it to make her come on command; which, while I liked it, was very much non-consensual

–insecure about Myst’s history as the greatest femme fatale of the last couple millennia (though he gets better and decides to be a sex-positive feminist)

–that time that he turned his little brothers into vampires against their will

–was so down bad that he literally started to waste away when Myst didn’t let him get off for five years

–does not properly heat his manor

9. Declan Chase/Aidan the Fierce/Gabriel/Edward/whoever the fuck else he was, berserker, Dreams of a Dark Warrior

Pros:

--I mean you can't really go wrong with someone who is so determined to have his heroine that he just defies death and keeps coming back throughout the ages

--probably the only employee at Torture Island to get in trouble for workplace sexual harassment.... impressive

--that time he cried after suffocating Regin (it must be truuuuue love truuuuuue love)

--that bathtub scene where he was like "wait no actually I'm taking over this weird sexual interplay thing we have going on"

--his days-long island hike grovel where he was like just sadly walking around and being like *eye emoji* at Regin.... hilarious

Cons:

--I actually totally got why Regin forgave him (true love + dick too bomb) but personally I feel like it's basically impossible that Lachlain and Rydstrom and Sabine are gonna let the shit he pulled slide forever so suspension of disbelief was rough there

--he did vivisect a MacRieve, and I am nothing if not a MacRieve Stan For Lyfe

--the drug addiction issues are rough

--that time he had to let Lothaire bite his neck whenever he wanted and Lothaire was like "if I call you a girl's name just go with it" and it DIDN'T turn into sex? Sads

10. Malkolm Slaine, demon/vampire, Demon from the Dark

Pros:

–we love a virgin hero always

–gave Carrow the heads of her enemies As A Treat

–very good at giving sensual baths

–a responsible, loving step-demon to what is admittedly an annoying child

–made Rydstrom, Nikolai, Garreth, and Myst all “YOU WANNA GO BRO???” in what was by far one of the funniest parts of the series

Cons:

–honestly a very sweet guy

–swallows toothpaste TWICE

–comes against Carrow’s leg like thirty seconds after meeting her (actually a pro in terms of hilarity)

–TOO BIG, WON’T FIT (pro)

–could’ve been meaner, I’m not gonna lie

11. Sebastian Wroth, vampire, No Rest for the Wicked

Pros:

–all but a virgin when he meets Kaderin

–Gentleman in the Streets Freak in That Random Nightclub Where He SNAPS

–joined the mile high club remarkably fast

–throws out all his principles for her

–Speaks Like Dracula but in a “I vant to suck your clit” way

Cons:

–borderline beta, or as beta as a murderous centuries old vampire warlord can be

–a little tooooo accommodating of Kaderin’s bullshit

–could have been more demanding, to be honest (Bowen and Lachlain would noooot have been as patient as he was, which some would like but I was a little weary of)

[slayer537]

IMAGINE: catching your comfort character(s) staring at you -> changed to: your comfort character catching you staring at them

(prompt by @yumecentral on Twitter)

Warning: yume-ship with Eiichi

Most of Selena's initial impression of Eiichi was based on how he acted as an idol. He says iiiii a lot, becomes overly zealous, and stands proudly as the leader of HEAVENS. Selena wondered if he's always like that. Doesn't he eventually get tired?

This is a look back when Selena recently became HEAVENS composer and before she and Eiichi were together.

HEAVENS held a meeting for their next group song. Selena finished the final draft of the new song and they were impressed by how much was polished.

"iiiiiii ! This song is perfect for HEAVENS! We’ll come out on top from this!" Eiichi exclaimed. Everyone agreed and discussed it with each other. They were brainstorming some of the lyrics already. 

While Eiichi was talking with the other members, Selena was curious about Eiichi's overreaction and didn't realize how much she was staring at him. This isn’t the only time he acted so passionately about music or HEAVENS in general. But the way he acted strangely intrigued her. Eiichi’s brother Eiji noticed and walked up to her. "What's wrong Selena?"

"Ah, nothing." Then she thought how Eiji would probably know his brother best and asked about him. "Does Eiichi act like this all the time, even at home?"

They both looked at Eiichi who was discussing potential lyrics with everyone else. "I usually see him like this only at work. When he's alone, he's actually pretty quiet. He acts like any regular person outside of work."

"Really?!" To think that he had that “gap” personality, Selena had a hard time imagining him being the opposite of how he was now. She would just have to catch him being alone in the studio.

It was difficult finding Eiichi alone during work, but throughout the month the composer did catch him by himself a few times. During the first time, Eiichi was in a meeting room by himself, probably arriving early to be the first one there. Selena was walking past the room that had a window wall. The second she saw him in there, she moved back and peeked her head so he couldn't see her spying. He seemed to be just waiting and took off his glasses to clean them with a cloth. This was also the first time seeing him without his glasses. She rarely saw his calm facial expression that matches Kira's. Even though Eiichi was doing something completely normal, Selena was watching like he was performing something incredible.

The second time was when he was taking notes in his script in the lobby. He sat on the couch facing away from where Selena passed him. The idol was focusing with a serious face as he read his script. He really takes his job seriously, she thought. Of course he did, but it's not something she realized when her impression of him has been someone who brags about his group and says iiiiii a lot. Selena also peeked over his shoulder and saw how he took notes. She expected lots of circles, boxes, or messy notes on the side. But she saw none of those. With a red pen, he underlined certain parts with double lines and wrote notes with a surprisingly neat handwriting on the side. In case Eiichi looked back, she walked away to where she needed to go while thinking about what she saw. Eiji was right...

The next time she found him alone was in a practice room. She peered through the small window on the door and the leader was rehearsing his dance. When he took a break, he went to the side and grabbed his water bottle. At this point, even Selena thought it would be so absurd to think Eiichi would drink it any other way. But she still couldn't help but feel fascinated while watching him do such a trivial act like drinking water "normally." Her first impression of him was too imprinted in her mind that she felt anything he does would be something exaggerated.

Suddenly, Eiichi turned his head towards the door and caught Selena red-handed. It made her jump and she looked around as if she could run or hide. But Eiichi already opened the door and grabbed her inside. He closed the door and her back was pushed against it as Eiichi kabedon-ed her.

"Why were you spying on me, and during the past two times?" He didn't look mad but he wasn't smiling either.

So he knew the other times as well... damn. She probably looked like the actual odd one here. As she tried to form her answer so she didn't look more of a stalker, Eiichi further asked, "Are you actually a superfan and using your job just to get closer to HEAVENS?"

"No! It's not like that!" she responded immediately. He really does care for his group... "I usually see you so enthusiastic at work. It's just surprising for me to see you act the opposite, like serious or calm. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I won't do it again!" She bowed her head to apologize.

There was a slight pause which made her worry what his response would be. "So that's your impression of me." Selena looked up to see his face less suspicious of her. "I'm not the only idol that acts differently between work and private life. But I act the way I do with my group because I feel I need to as the leader. Outside of that, I can relax like a switch turned off."

She felt relieved from his reaction. "I'm glad you do. I was worried you would feel exhausted having that same energy all day."

"You were worried about me?" he smirked.

"I-I mean, you guys welcomed me like I'm part of the family. So it's natural for me to be concerned about the group’s well-being." Her tsundere side was clearly showing to Eiichi. 

He gave a slight chuckle. "Thank you. Though, next time you spy on me, I'm not going to pretend I didn't notice." 

Selena nervously laughed. The idol walked to the center of the room. "I'm going to continue rehearsing. If you want, you can stay." He gave her a sly wink.

With an inner gasp, she was surprised that he allowed her to stay. Her eyes brightened up and she happily said, "Sure!"

Nowadays, Selena is still fascinated by Eiichi whenever does something “normal.” But she gets to see his “gap” personalities more often after they ended up dating. Sometimes, Eiichi does catch her staring at him and teases his Angel about it. Maybe someday she would get used to what Eiichi does so “normally.” Probably not though. Eiichi will continue being unpredictable to her for now.

[notjanine]

buying this little wooden bowl is the best decision i’ve made in weeks, like... eating nuts and dried fruit (and some 92% dark choc) out of a wooden bowl is like what year is it what century what millenium. what really is the difference between me and my ancient hominid ancestors fuckin around on the african plains 1.2 million years ago hm

[sucuretcannelle]

MASTERLIST (UPDATED: 3/27/22)

𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔽𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟' (𝔽ℕ𝔽):

KNOCKOUT! (BF, Kapi, and Senpai witnessing you pass out during a rap battle from exhaustion) 

WHAT DA FLIRT DOIN’? (Senpai, Pico, and Ruv’s reaction to being flirted with)

PLEASE, GET YOURSELF TOGETHER (Garcello and Senpai with a germlin s/o)

CONTACT? (Senpai with a touch starved s/o)

PUT THAT BACK— (Tankman with a gremlin child)

WAS THAT A SKIN-WALKER? OH— (Ruv, Whitty, and Garcello with a friend that likes to howl at the moon)

I REALLY DON’T MIND (Garcello being insecure about his lingering cigarette scent)

IT’LL BE OKAY (Garcello singing you to sleep after you have a nightmare)

I’LL REST, I SWEAR (Taking care of Garcello while he’s sick)

QUITTING CAN GET...HARD (Helping Garcello quit smoking)

YOU’RE RUINNIN IT. READ MY LIPS- (Garcello & Hex friendship hcs)

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP (Garcello tea asks and fluff alphabet)

NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWWNNN (Senpai & Tankmain fluff alphabet)

NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOUUU (Tabi & Agoti date hcs)

NEVER GONNA MAKE YOU CRYYY (CJ relationship hcs)

NEVER GONNA SAY GOODBYE (CJ with an s/o who’s love language is physical touch and words of affirmation) 

NEVER GONNA TELL A LIEEEE (Sarv and Ruv tea asks)

AND HURT YOU (Dr. Jack Springheel tea asks)

YOU’RE BACK! (Agoti coming out of the void) 

SLEEP AND AWAKE  (Garcello singing his s/o to sleep)

WHAT?? HOW? (Garcello....ugh, necromancy ig)

ARTISTS TROUBLES (Garcello with an s/o that draws on him when they’re anxious)

AW, COME HERE (Garcello with a touchstarved and shy s/o)

WHAT THE FUCK- (Garcello with an s/o that had a syncope)

BE WHO YOU ARRRREEE (Garcello with a nb s/o)

IIIIII BOUNCE TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUM- (Garcello with an s/o that can play the drums)

HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO...LUDICROUS? (Garcello with a dumbass s/o)

IT’S OKAY TO RELAX SOMETIMES (Garcello and Whitty with a stressed s/o)

AWW, REALLY? (Garcello w/ an s/o that likes to fluster him)

DO YOU REALLY MEAN IT? (Agoti and Tabi with a flirty s/o)

THE SWEET EMBRACE OF DEATH (Garcello with an s/o that’s extremely warm all the time)

HOME SWEET HOME (Garcello with an s/o that just came home after a long day)

YOU’RE SAFE HERE NOW (Garcello with a teen reader)

IT’S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZEEEEE (Garcello and Hex with an s/o that apologizes a lot due to a past relationship)

EVERY KISS BEGINS WITH KETAMINE- (First kiss hcs w/ Garcello)

IIII HEAR A SOUND (Garcello haunting his s/o’s house)

SHE LIKE BAE WHY IT SMELL LIKE BADUSSY (Garcello with an s/o that hates the smell of cigs)

LIFE GOES ON...FOR NOW (Garcello, Myra, and Ruby with a vampire s/o)

HOW DO THOSE THINGS WORK? (Kapi with an s/o that is great a claw machines)

FLY AWAY NOW- (Tabi, Sarv, and Kapi with a fairy s/o)

SO YOU’RE INTO PEOPLE THAT CAN KILL YOU? (Yandere CJ x reader)

DAMN ARE YOU GONNA LET GO?? (Kapi with a clingy s/o)

JK...UNLESS- (Rivals to lovers au with CJ)

WHAT IN THE TLC? (Kapi with an s/o that hoards plushies)

WHAT AN UNFORTUNATE SITUATION (this is explained in the ask and I’m lazy, Tabi x reader angst)

HOW??? (Tabi with a supportive and innocent s/o)

BITCH ARE YOU SERIOUS? (Tabi, CJ, and Myra with a toxic ex that won’t leave them alone)

HOL ON, DON’T BE LIKE ME (Tabi with an s/o that has insomnia)

PEW PEW PEW! (Tabi with an s/o that has explosion powers)

“YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS- WHAAAA?” (CJ with an s/o that’s self conscious about singing)

*INSERT A BAD BRUNO MARS SONG* (CJ hearing his s/o sing for the first time)

YK, I’M WATCHING YOU... (CJ with an s/o that got flirted with)

YEAH BREAK IT DOWN BITCH, AND LEMME SEE YOU BACK IT UP (CJ with a baker s/o)

UP, UP, AND AWAY! (CJ with a tall s/o that likes to carry him) (Another version of this)

OH... (Ruby, CJ, and Tabi with an s/o that has trust issues) 

OH NAWL, HE’S DESCENDING (Tabi with a fallen angel s/o)

AYO WHAT’S UPDOG? (Agoti with a gullible s/o)

STOP BOTHERIN ME, DAMN (Ruv sibiling hcs)

SOMEHOW, YOU STILL MANAGE TO BE THE SWEETEST THING HERE (Agoti with a pastry chef s/o)

AND OH MY GOSH, WHAT IS THIS NEW EMOTION? (Usagi realizing that she has a crush on someone)

ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕕 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓 (ℂℙℂ):

SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME (Saffron dating hcs & fluff alphabet)

THE WORLD IS GONNA ROLL ME (Jamie dating hcs)

I AIN’T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHEEEEED (Prez dating hcs)

SHE WAS LOOKIN KINDA DUMB (Maria fluff alphabet)

PLEASE, TAKE A BREAK (Leopold with an artist s/o that overworks themselves)

SORRY ABOUT THAT (Leopold with an s/o that’s scared of talking to people)

𝔻𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔸ℕℝ𝕆ℕℙ𝔸 (𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕟):

SHAWTY HAD THEM APPLE BOTTOM JEANSSS (Chiaki, Ibuki, and Kaede relationship hcs)

[janeyseymour]

I saw the second preview of six and here are my thoughts (along with a few fun stories at the end):

My heart literally fell out of my ass when the queens started walking out They changed a few small little things here and there and it was perfect If six doesn’t win best lighting at the Tony’s I will sue Ex-wives was WOW I literally could not stop smiling Some of the poses were different 

ADRIANNA FREAKING NAILED NO WAY

I am convinced she just is beyonce always

She’s just fantastic in that role and that’s what I have to say about that

Ig abby danced a little too hard during no way because she kept messing with her wig after

Actually she lowkey played with it throughout the whole show and it was adorbs

Britt was helping her fix it and like pointing out where it was a little cray (also abby’s wig looks so good omf)

ANDREA IS- WOAH DURING DLYH

Her delivery throughout the whole show was a bit more mature, but it was still so babey I love her

(On a side note someone today told me I look like Andrea, which is very kind but so untrue because I literally look like a broken thumb and she is gorgeous)

Her “IM NOT SORRY” was amAZING

She like low-key cut made the whole head joke short and im kinda sad ab it, but it was still fantastique

Through the “Wearing Yellow To A Funeral Bit” abby looked confused through the entire thing and I was cracking up

HEART OF STONE HOLY SHIT

She was INCREDIBLE and her dress was so pretty and sparkly and I just wow 

Shes just so pretty in general like ma’am how do you do that please drop the skin care routine 

The emotion that was conveyed was enough to make me tear up BUT I DID NOT CRY AND I AM VERY PROUD OF THAT 

she did the “you lift me high” line and kinda went into this airy place in her voice and it was angelic and heavenly and all the good things

HER RIFFS WERE JUST DFJDHJLFH

She was just fantastic and thats all I have to say 

Thats a lie I have so many things to say about that woman but the time will come

HOH was a whole acid trip there was a point during this song where I literally just took it all in and then thought “Janey, you really spent your hard earned money to go on an acid trip for a solid few minutes good job”

Their dancing is hilarious and thats that

ABBY SAYING “BUT WE CANNOT GUARANTEE THAT YOU’LL STILL WALK AT FORTY” I had to stifle a laugh because my queen is indeed 40

THE GERMAN ACCENTS HAD ME QUAKING

Brittney Mack is… all bad bitch energy and I was living for it

She is a queen

When she did the “my horses can trot up to twelve miles an hour”- in the boot (not that I watch those…) abby is always making a 😳😶😲 kind of face and this time she just couldn’t stop smiling and it made me laugh

WOOF

Her reveal was SO GOOD she literally just started checking out her nails while everyone just applauded… AS THEY SHOULD

When britt told the person to get up, this person full on WENT and britt was like shook it was hysterical

THE INTERLUDE BETWEEN GET DOWN AND THEN KAT’S ROAST WAS ICONIQUE

i dont think it was here but I cant remember where it was but BRITT WAS PLAYING WITH ABBY’S WIG AND IT WAS REALLY CUTE SHE WAS LIKE PLAYING WITH THE ENDS OF IT AND AWH

justice for the beheaded cousins 

BOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO BABY MARY HAD THE CHICKEN POX AND YOU DIDN’T GET TO HOLD HER HAND… YOU KNOW ITS FUNNY BECAUSE WHEN I WANTED TO HOLD MY NEWBORN SON…. IIIIII DIIIIIIEDD. Abby lowkey went feral and I loved every second of it and then her pose after got so many laughs it was truly amazing

THE K HOWARD ROAST WAS JUST SO GOOD IT WAS SO GOOD

Aywd destroyed me

I also teared up here but I did not let those babies fall because I was not about to ruin my look

justice for my pink queen

Her delivery is insane and honestly its gotten better and I didn’t even know that was possible because WOW SHE WAS ALREADY STUNNING BUT DAMN MY HEART GOT RIPPED OUT OF MY CHEST

The whole “Catherine not singing” bit was fantastic

Abby looked so confused the entire time 

Andrea’s “hahaha what” was perfecto 

when Anna said “should we really be doing this” someone in the audience went “yes” very loudly and made the queens break for a solid second abby almost forgot to say her line and you could barely hear it because the audience was laughing at the rando 

Anna acknowledged it and just went “I know” before turning to the queens and saying “I know” it was hysterical 

“I’m Catherine parr, I draw the line in arbitrary places bLaH bLaH bLaH”

THE CLAPPING- BRITT GOT IN HER FACE AND JUST *CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.”  It was the funniest thing oh my gosh

“Are you sure Catherine? I-we don’t mind if you wanna sit this one out… I mean you must be exhausted from all those backing vocals”

IDNYL WAS INSANE AND ANNA UZELE IS WICKED TALENTED LIKE DANG

I dont know if this was intentional or not but when they all start to understand the purpose of parr’s thing- abby is the last to stand up and in my head im like “no yeah that makes sense because shes “the one he truly loved” and shes still trying to get to a point where shes realizing he wasn’t all that great and I dont know I just really like that minor detail

The whole “remember that I was a writer…” part got loud cheers, especially from abby it was very cute

She did a new riff on the “we all disappear” line and WOW my eyes went so wide it was so good I was genuinely shook

the “i dont get it” was sooo good

“My sixth finger” was said so casually and so determinedly that it was a whole new joke and I loved it

“Everyone notices Jane cant dance” -abby just looking so sad

“Yeeeaaaahhhhh. I read!” Was so cute and she sounded so proud of herself it was adorbs

The way they just stood there awkwardly was amazing and got so many laughs it was so good

When sam said the line about competing, abby really almost cut Anna’s line out but she caught herself and it was funny I dont know if anyone else noticed it, but I did and it was glorious

REMIX

“Rise abo-o-o-o-ove” WAS BEAUTIFUL THEY WERE IN SUCH GOOD HARMONY

AGAIN, ANNA’S RIFFS HOW DOES THAT WOMAN DO THAT AT THE END OF THE SHOW LIKE SHIT

After it was over, of course it got long applause and the entire time abby was doing her like “sparkle hands” but also awkwardly moving her arm kinda like a noodle and then going back to sparkle hands and it gave me a good chuckle

Six

The slow acoustic part was so soft I died

The harmonies was delicious

The audience was so hype

Megasix

Super hype

Amazing

Fantastic

All the good things ever

Basically it was just adorable and amazing and absolutely stunning

The new costumes are gorgeous and the lighting is wild if they don’t win best lighting for Tony awards I will full on riot

Aragon and Boleyn interacted a lot and so did Seymour and Cleves and it was very very sweet

Abby interacted with the band a lot to the point where she almost missed a cue and it was very endearing

AND THEN THEY DID THE CURTAIN UP THING AND FIRST OF ALL WOW THEY ARE ALL SO CUTE AND IT WAS SO SWEET SEEING THE WAY THEY ALL WATCHED EACH OTHER WHILE THEY WERE SINGING AND I JUST JDKFDJLA

abby’s hair is SO LONG but I am here for it

So I was looking for my friend when I hear “Make some room, make a path!” From a security guard, and the queens legit walked RIGHT PAST ME

I wanted to go to the theatre anyway to take pictures, but when I saw them, I did follow them back to the theatre because wow I wanted to bask in their glory I didnt even want to talk to them I just wanted to be in their presence

So im like, walking behind them when this happens:

I guess abby saw someone she knew because I heard this “abby!” And then she was like “OH MY GOD” and like RAN to hug them and i legit almost walked right into her/got stepped on but i freaking stopped like a noob i should’ve just let her run me over but I did not I just stopped in my tracks and let out a soft “aH” and then went around her

And then I got to meet a friend and apparently toby heard us squealing and watched us hug for a solid however long so that was awkward

And Julia schade was like talking to him and stared at us for a good amount of time

And then I was walking away and passed Julia again and she kept looking at me, but she was talking to someone else and I think she thought I was going to stay to talk to her (and I would have loved to) but I didnt I just gave her a smile, a nod, and a little wave because I can not do confrontation like if I could not confront abby ma’am I cannot confront u either I am SHY

And that is a very detailed run down of my time in nyc at the brooks

[glassheartjukebox]

the art of obliviousness

feat. ushijima

a/n: aoba johsai, specifically makki, being a good friend! makes! my! heart! go! ba boom! reblogs are always appreciated. find the rest of the soulmate au special here

2k words

6 fucking tallies. the marks on your arm mocked you, letting you know the opportunity to meet your twin flame slipped through your fingers like sand over and over and over again.

III

excitement overwhelmed your body when you stripped down after a long day and noticed the first three marks on your forearm. most people didn’t meet their soulmate on the first pass (or in your case, three passes in one day), but this meant he was definitely in miyagi.

to makki:my tallies showed up !!!

to makki: [image attachment]

From makki: aye thats great

from makki: watch it be the obnoxious johzenji guy who wouldnt take a hint

to makki: why would you wish that on me

to makki: best friend card = revoked

from makki: be still my beating heart.

from makki: you’ve wounded me

you giggled lightly, reminiscing on the events of the day

the volleyball tournament was brutal. aoba johsai lost their chance to go to nationals. your throat was raw from screaming and cheering for them. nonetheless, you were proud of your boys. oikawa put in his all, iwaizumi was blossoming into a great future ace, and makki and mattsun’s blocks were immaculate. you were sure by the next tournament they could destroy shiratorizawa.

transferring to aoba johsai in your second year and meeting makki changed your life for the better. he’d roped you into managing their rowdy team. you had to admit, the other volleyball teams were… intimidating. the tall guys from the other teams towered over almost everyone and walked around with stern looks on their faces. even worse were the guys that hit on you despite your obvious manager uniform (iwaizumi helped you to fend them off). the most physically imposing team by far was shiratorizawa. their stony faced ace and crackhead-esque middle blocker were jarring to say the least. but at least they were professional and polite to you. (expressing the sentiment earned you the privilege of dealing with a pouty oikawa).

your first tournament was a whirlwind. you had barely registered anything other than encouraging your boys. it was all so intense. checking your arm for tally marks wasn’t exactly your priority, especially with your tracksuit jacket on. consequently, you weren’t too discouraged by the three marks glaring back at you from your arms. you would find him eventually

IIII

the first tournament of your third year had commenced and the pressure was on. oikawa’s intensity was enough to make you want to tear your hair out. he was now not only determined to beat his long time rival ushijima, but some random underclassman setter from karasuno. nonetheless, makki had your back and reminded you to occasionally check your arms for tally marks in case your soulmate was once again in attendance. thus far, the stubborn three marks glared back on you. soon enough, your manager duties consumed you. you held iwaizumi back from killing oikawa in front of his beloved fan club. as soon as oikawa and yahaba eyed kiyoko, karasuno’s manager, you grabbed the back of their jerseys.

“don’t even fucking think about it,” you gave them both a stern look.

“but why-” oikawa started to whine and you cut him off. “think about how angry you get when someone bothers me. give her the same respect.”

both boys sulked off, dejected. iwaizumi clapped you on the shoulder and gave you an appreciative smile.

the match between karasuno and aoba johsai was absolutely brutal. the neck and neck competition had you sweating from the sidelines, watching the teams barely hold their composure. when the short redhead’s spike got blocked and aoba johsai got the winning point, your body moved on its own. you ran straight over the boys, hugging them as tightly as you could.

a shiver ran through your body and your hairs stood on end. it felt like someone was watching you. glancing over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of someone in a purple tracksuit leaving the stands. you shook your head at your paranoia. of course you were being watched, you were standing on the court with the winning team.

after the match, the team was eating and taking bathroom breaks. during a rare moment of solitude between you and makki, you leaned over and whispered, “do you really think he's here?”

He looked back at you and rolled his eyes, “only one way to tell,” gesturing to your right arm. letting out a deep breath, you slipped off your jacket. the tallies had climbed from three to four. makki grinned at you.

“have i mentioned how much i hate this soulmate system?” you huffed. makki simply ruffled your hair.

IIIII

somehow, the aftermath of the match was even more hectic than the match itself. you had so much paperwork to sort out, so many water bottles to fill, and a large group of boys who you had to babysit. that’s how you found yourself briskly walking through the halls of the stadium, praying no one would bother you. the seven full water bottles and stack of paper teetering in your arms were incredibly heavy. if someone came over to make idle chat with you, you decided you would bark at them. your patience was fraying from your own anxiety over the coming matches. of course, there was a wall of purple jacket adorned jocks crowded around right where you needed to walk.

your annoyance completely masked your judgement and you walked right through them, muttering very blunt “excuse me’s” the whole way through. You finally emerged from the large group of guys when your brushed shoulders with someone, effectively causing you to drop everything in your arms.

“fuck,” you muttered, dropping to your knees and trying desperately to pick up all the papers and bottles littered around your feet.

a large figure appeared next to you on the floor.

“im sorry, that was my fault,” a deep voice rumbled from next to you, causing you to jolt. a calloused hand brushed over your own, handing you a messily gathered stack of papers. you looked up and made eye contact with shiratorizawa’s illustrious captain. You were overcome with embarrassment.

“thank you,” you said quietly before quickly making your escape. upon returning to your team, oikawa immediately noticed how flustered you were.

‘oh manger-chan, what got blushing?” your patience was entirely gone, as you shoved the papers into oikawa’s hands and put down the water bottles.

“im going to the bathroom” you growled, glaring at oikawa. as you stomped away, you heard iwaizumi smack the back of oikawa’s head and scold him.

you splashed your face with cold water, overwhelmed. the pressure of manager duties mixed with your lack of professionalism in your interaction with ushijima had you feeling inadequate. your desperation about finding your soulmate clouded your judegment. you knew full well this might be your last chance to find him for a long time. if he was a third year, he likely would not be at the spring tournament. composing yourself, you stood straight and pieced together your put together facade. outside of the bathroom, makki was waiting you.

“spill. what happened.” a looked at you with masked concern. you explained the past ten minutes to him and expressed your worries.

“the team appreciates you, you know. i dont know what they would do without you. and if you dont meet him today, fate will bring you together. likely sooner rather than later.” makki said as he pulled you into a hug.

“really? sooner rather than later? what is that supposed to mean?” you snorted. makki only responded with another pointed look at your arm.

“are you fucking kidding me? i missed him again?” you grumbled.

“dont worry your pretty little head about it,” makki gave you a knowing smirk. what the hell was that supposed to mean?

IIIIII

6 fucking tallies. the marks on your arm mocked you, letting you know the opportunity to meet your twin flame slipped through your fingers like sand over and over and over again. your frustration had built and you found yourself crying with the rest of them after their loss to shiratorizawa. the third years vowed to stay for the spring inter high tournament, and you let out a sigh of relief. you had one more tournament with your boys. fuck a romantic soulmate. you had your platonic ones right here.

you all slowly exited the gym and you once again retreated to the bathroom, freshening up and removing your jacket. you were far too sweaty from anxiety and hugging the boys.

you looked down at the six tallies, resigned. it was whatever. shit happens.

you were met with both makki and mattsun whispering when you exited. you raised your brow, suspicious of the plotting best friends.

“y/n! come on, we’re going for a walk before we have to get on the bus,” makki softly smiled, clearly exhausted.

“i’ll hold your jacket,” matsukawa piped up, taking it from your arms. you three walked through the halls, idly chatting to distract yourselves from the somber feeling in your chests. rounding the corner, you stiffened. at the start of the secluded hallway stood shiratorizawa. the two boys on either side of you were strangly calm, as if they knew this would happen

“let’s take another route,” you suggested, wanting to save them from the exasperation of passing the winning team.

“it’s fine y/n,” makki smiled at you, gripping your arm. as you passed shiratorizawa, his grip became damn near painful.

“ow makki what the fuck-“ you started looking down to rub at the now sore skin on your arm. you froze. IIIIIII. it stared back at you, mocking you. you turned around and walked by the group of boys again, staring at your arm. another tally appeared.

IIIIIIII

you glanced between your arm and the boys, clearly panicked. makki and mattsun watched from a distance, slightly amused by your reaction. however, their eyes were not the only one on you. the “guess monster” had quickly figured out why you were pacing by them, staring intently at your arm. he counted eight marks. he subtly glanced at his teammates forearms, earning some confused looks. wakatoshi, ever clueless, had completely missed the marks building up on his arm.

tendou grabbed him and rubbed at his forearm.

“tendou, what do you need,” his voice tapered off as he noticed the marks. with tendou’s obvious looks between him and the pretty girl standing on the other side of the hallway, he quickly realized what was happening.

internally you were freaking out. how the fuck were you supposed to know which one of the 10+ boys standing in front you were your soulmate? should you just walk up and ask?

you were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice the tall man approach you until he was looming over you.

“may i see your arm?” for the second time today, ushijima startled you. without thinking you held it out. his strong hands grazed tallies on your arm. to your surprise he leaned down and placed a kiss on the marks adorning your skin and glanced back at you with a soft look in his eyes.

“hello, i’m ushijima. i never caught your name.”

“it’s y/n,” you breathed out, relieved. then it hit you.

“oikawa is going to kill me!” you squealed. ushijima looked back at you quizzically, “why does it matter so much?”

“you two are rivals,” the exasperation was clear in your voice. ushijima just responded by knitting his eyebrows together, clearly not understanding why this had you distraught. “you don’t have to deal with him pouting and being a brat over this, i do,” you said with wide eyes. ushijima just chuckled at you. he took out his phone and handed it to you, “put your number in, i want to see my soulmate again soon,” he paused, then added, “you could come to our celebratory dinner with us.”

you looked at him incredulously, then gestured to your uniform. he simply squeezed your hand and pulled you into a surprisingly firm hug. leaning down so his lips were level with your ear, he whispered, “oikawa is going to have to cope with this. i don’t want to lose you. what are you doing tonight?”

“after i spend time with my team? nothing as far as i know,” you answered honestly.

“meet me at the park, i want to get to know you,” he stated bluntly. ushijima was full of rough edges and unending honesty. for the third time today, he had you flushing. you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

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[theravencawsatmidnight]

Rabbit

Pt iiiiii

Draco finds a Hufflepuff attempting to cheat. He torments her, keeps her under his wing becoming possessive , unsure of his feelings. After turning Reader into a Rabbit he realizes how much of an ass he was. But now hes in Azkaban for his crimes.

Tags/ @goofygobber @khemz1312 @rosiehufflepuff @trashyvicks

“Draco!” you fell to your knees reaching into the cell trying to get to him but he was too far from you. You whimpered tugging at the bars for a minute till giving up, you leaned on the bars huffing hard.

“Oh Rabbit” Draco got up making his way to you , the chain around his ankle dragging behind him . “how did you get here hm?” he sat back down by the bars reaching through to take your hand in his . He watched you yank his hand up to your face to cry into it and he pouted at the sight. “Adorable” teased the cheeky man.

“I…i i ..” it was hard to even speak, it had been months since you saw him.. Months of worrying.. Being scared for him..

Draco tapped your forehead so youd look at him. “I asked you a question Rabbit yeah?”

“Fred and .. George…” you told him, grabbing his hand again to cry into it. Draco leaned against the bars with a heavy groan. “Oh yeah? Interesting, well I guess cheaters help cheaters out? hm?

“Are they hurting you…”

“Sometimes,” he pointed to a cut on his left cheek; it was a long gash under his eye to his cheek. “Been growing my hair out too,” he turned his head side to side; it did get long. Past his ears almost to his neck. “Like it?”

“Why are you so calm… Draco your in Azkaban”

“I belong here Rabbit” Draco told you, pulling your hands through the bars this time to rest them on his lap so he could hold em. “Don't say i dont, I do. I was awful to you ya know?”

“I know but.. Your different now..” you tried to get closer, as close as the bars between you and him would let you.

“That doesn't make what i did okay love.”

“I . that night with you. I think-”

Draco put his fingers to your lips. “No no, don't you dare say it was okay , it wasn't. I'm sorry about that i truly am.”

It was all too much for you, he was acting like this was nothing to him, just another hiccup no bother. “As long as your okay…” you told him, still very much upset.

“Im fine, im more concerned about you. Hows that bloody school? Anybody giving you a hard time?” Draco squeezed your hand. “ my Father?”

“We-well..” Draco noticed you were fumbling words and trying to get your hand back from him . He moved closer, making the chain click against the cold floor. “What's been happening Rabbit.” he asked you with a different tone, he was angry.

“My-my House, they wont even look at me, all of Slytherin taunts or torments me about you, saying you are dead in some hole.. I .. i dont understand .. and …. And… Lucious.. Will pull me into his office and question me but i never say anything. He aims his wand at me and I think hes threatening me but.. I always run away.. Draco?”

The man pulled away from you to slam his fist on the bars scaring the hell out of you at first.

“That bloody House, fuckin snakes.. I dont even know what to say about those badgers and my Father? “ he grabbed your hand pulling you close so your face was touching the bars “if he hurts you, i swear ill be in here again, a lot longer. “

“Draco no,.. Im okay, promise i ..”- something tingled around you and pink smoke was gathering around your legs. “I.. no ! no not yet!!” looking up you saw Draco had removed his hand to stroke your cheek. “Looks like our times up love.”

“No please, longer.. Ill come back ! i promise!” your stomach was turning pink.

“Its okay if you dont, i dont want you to get in trouble again, “ he stood up slipping his arms through the bars to lean on them and you shot up grabbing his happy face in your hands.

“Please.. Draco.. I wanna see you again.. Im scared i .. “ you were crying now and the man pouted his lips as he wiped your tears. “Cmon now Rabbit, dont go bothering the twins to see me okay? Ill be out before you know it.”

“I.. okay.. “ you choked out a breath and Draco tipped your chin up. “Give us a kiss Pet.”

The smoke was rising and you moved forward pressing your lips to his; he tasted so sweet to you, so .. happy.. Care free. The smoke was gathering around your neck now making you break the kiss. “I .. uhm.. Im planning on opening a shop! In Diagon Alley.. Its potions i.. The Wet Nose its gonna be called.. Find me .. okay!?” you were starting to fade away.

“Ill do that rabbit. Be good, okay? For me?”

“Ill be good…” you held out a smokey hand to the man and Draco just winked at you again making another kissey face as you faded away.. Back to Hogwarts...

[marshalllee0vampireking]

Some adventure time shit

Finn: Hey Jake, why do the insides of you smell like vanilla

Jake: Oh a wizard put a curse on me

Finn: I can’t hang with those guys I’m full of stupid

Finn: Because that idiots about to walk right into the sun and burn up. And we’ll be done with him.

Jake: No man he’s just walking into his house

Finn: Oh, what? HE BUILT HIS HOUSE ON THE SUN :0

Jake: Finn did you eat your breakfast?

Finn: No. Why?

Jake: Because you forgot how the sun works.

Jake: You got to eat your breakfast man. You need that protein >:( helps ur brain

PB- The answer was there all along! I was just too smart to see it!

Banana Man: THERES NOT ENOUGH BOOM BOOM STICKS IN THE STICK HOLE

Finn: but I’m tough my whole body is a callous:(

Finn: Just gonna float around like a chubby bat :)

Finn: I like the pain

Jake: flips over coffee table B A L O N E Y

Finn, in the most monotone voice: our pizza....take the rest to go

Finn: Holy fudge man this place is yoga balls hUge

Finn: JJ FLIP what the zip????

Finn: Can I have my backpack back. pack.

Finn: I DONT LIKE BEING ABANDONED. IIIIIM SENSITIVE TO IT

Finn: There’s gotta be something useful in here pulls out empty bucket :/

Finn: Iiiiiis pb straight up naked rn ?

Finn: I’m gonna be frank here. Your sons a real time jingle blaster

Finn: aaaaAAAH CRAM IT TO THE BUTTERNUTS

Finn: screams into pillow I got traumatized by those underpanties.

Finn: SOMETIMES RED THINGS R GRAY

Jake: you’re a little colorblind

Lemon grab: unmake me

Abraham Lincoln is the magical ruler of Mars

Finn: yuooooo sUCCUBUNT

Finn: How long have you had this house?

Magic man: yes that is true

Normal man: oooh hey gets hit with a pan

Pb: But soon the entire kingdom was infected by his beard flakes.

Neptr: But isn’t breaking and entering wrong?

Finn: Nooooo...

Jake: Maybe helping the starving homeless man is the wrong thing to do :D

Finn: yOUTH CULTURE FOREEEVEEEER

Jake: I LOVE YOU BILLY I GOTTA SECRET CRUSH ON YOU BILLY

Kim: I freaking HATE Trudy

Finn: kIM I WILL DESTROOOY YOU

Finn: I watch u while you sleep...I can’t help it I take pictures

Ice king: What’s wrong with me

Cosmic owl: hooo ur a sociopath

Finn: I am no mans bosom

Jake: Finn...say smth to reassure me

Finn: iLl hUg yOuR mOm

Finn: I don’t wanna go dentist Jake. They put u in a hole filled with snakes and rotten butter and they leave u there.

Finn: IM TOO STRONG FOR THE WOOOOORLD jumps off roof

Simon: throws chair through window Vandalism is bad Marcy

Finn- dudeidontlikethat

Finn- stupid king of ooo walking around like dj snaps

[inmyarmswrappedin]

How does SKAM build a LI?

I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and even gave speeches to my long suffering friends about the topic. Now that we know what happened to Josh to make him the way he is, I feel like I can finally post about the way SKAM built love interest characters. 

When it’s good, SKAM is a very tightly written show because every clip, and every storyline, advances the themes that make the main character vulnerable. I would call this their “shame” but DRUCK fans don’t like that term because the show is called “pressure” and not “shame”. In the end, whether a character’s issues are internal (”shame”) or external (”pressure”) is irrelevant to what I want to talk about, so let’s just call those themes a character’s vulnerability, shall we? 

How does SKAM make every storyline relate to the themes of the season and what makes a character vulnerable? Well, one way it does that is to make the love interest the personification of a character’s fears and issues.

To wit: In season 1, Eva is called out on having no opinions of their own. If you read @skamenglishsubs‘ culture and context posts, they have listed every instance in which this theme is portrayed by having Eva follow someone else’s opinion (I recommend you do this, because there are way more instances than I picked up on!). So, who is Jonas? Jonas is an extremely opinionated person who feels he’s not a follower at all. 

In season 2, Noora is afraid of opening herself to a boyfriend, both emotionally and sexually, because when she was 13 she had sex with a guy she thought she was in love with, who then dumped her as that was all he was interested in. Who is William? William is the school’s fuckboy who dumps girls after having sex with them, and doesn’t seem to care about the girls’ feelings, but rather is just interested in them advertising his sexual prowess via hoodies. 

In season 3, Isak’s strained relationship with his mom makes him believe that it’s impossible to have a functional relationship with a person who has a mental illness, because they’re not in touch with reality. Even has bipolar disorder.

And then, in possibly one of the most simplistic ways to perceive one’s own character, in season 4, Sana is a hijabi out to prove she can do everything a ~normal Norwegian party girl~ can do. Yousef is... not a Muslim, lol. (Note that the Yousef storyline was not originally planned by Julie Andem, and in fact came about because of feedback she received from Muslim fans that they wanted Sana to have a LI. Sana’s main storyline isn’t so much about her religion, but rather her furious desire to prove the haters wrong.)

In general, most of the SKAM remakes have not tried to reinvent the wheel, and have more or less stuck to these character profiles in order to build their own seasons. Most of the changes remake stans will point to when they talk about a remake season don’t really qualify as changes (under this definition) because they don’t change the conflict between the main and the LI. 

I was pretty interested in whether the remakes had picked up on this way to build a LI, and most particularly, how the remakes that have done original seasons built their LIs. Thoughts on these after the read more.

Out of all the seasons that remade SKAM’s four seasons, I would say there are only four that didn’t stick to the character profiles as outlined above. In my opinion, it’s these seasons:

Eva’s season in SKAM España changes this because Jorge is never set up as an opinionated person. He’s a good guy, for sure, a good friend to his friends like most Jonases, but you will never catch Jorge acting like his opinions are better than Eva’s. He never calls Eva out on not having opinions of her own. Their break up scene doesn’t deal with this, and most importantly, Eva could never get the upper hand in that last conversation like the other Evas have, because Jorge is the only Jonas to kiss Eva first.

Matteo’s season in DRUCK changes this because while Matteo is afraid that his mom won’t react well if he comes out to her, we have no idea what he thinks about having relationships with people with a mental illness, as a general rule. We don’t know because David doesn’t have a MI (that we know of). He is trans, and DRUCK wisely avoided making David’s gender identity the personification of Matteo’s issues (gvgvvh imagine how shit that would’ve been!!). Matteo and David’s major conflict is that Matteo has abandonment issues and David a tendency to peace out when things get hot.

Cris’ season in SKAM España changes this because Cris’ mom doesn’t have a mental illness. In fact, Cris doesn’t know much about MI in general. While Cris does have some internalized ableism, it comes from ignorance and buying into societal prejudices against MI, rather than personal experience. Cris’ vulnerability isn’t her ideas about MI. Her issue is that she has bought into the idea that she’s an unintelligent party girl who can’t ever be responsible or dependable.

Nora’s season in SKAM España both keeps and changes the conflicts as presented in SKAM. Nora fails to trust Alejandro because he’s a fuckboy who would have sex with girls and then mock them for getting their hopes up. But, unlike Noora, Nora’s issue is that her lack of trust in Alejandro throws her into the arms of the seemingly ideal boyfriend despite the red flags, whereas Noora’s lack of trust in William made her withhold sex. 

As you can see, all Sana seasons so far (Amira N.’s included) have kept the original conflict by having a non Muslim Yousef. Under this definition, Martino’s season in SKAM Italia isn’t a subversion, because while he does live with his mom, he doesn’t think he can have a functional relationship with her. Aside from Eva Vázquez, all of the Evas kissed their Jonas first. However, I should note that while SKAM Austin kept the Eva/Jonas conflict, they’re the only other SKAM that doesn’t open with Jonas’ essay. (Which I chalk up to facebook not wanting their show to open with a blatantly anti-capitalist speech lmao.) 

Now, how did the remakes with original seasons build their LIs?

Arthur’s season in SKAM France is an interesting example, because Baguettes picked up on the LI personifying the main’s vulnerability. If Arthur is vulnerable about his (lack of) hearing, Noée embraces it, takes pride on it and bases her identify around it. So far, this is exactly how SKAM/Julie Andem built her LIs. However, Arthur rejects Noée and mocks her language. Noée disappears after s5. Alexia has no hearing issues, or any disability.

Lola’s season in SKAM France similarly picks up on the concept. Since Lola is an addict, Maya’s father was one as well. However, this conflict isn’t really explored amidst the thousand other ideas that were thrown at the wall during this season. It’s fair to say Lola and Maya’s clips don’t develop the theme of addiction throughout the season. Unless you want to count Maya telling Lola that Lola is Maya’s addiction, I suppose. 

Kato’s season in wtFOCK (oh yes I’m going there) could be said to have picked up on the concept, although not in any real elegant way. Because of fan feedback for Moyo to get a season (which they declined to do for super valid reasons I’m sure), the team decided to have Moyo be the LI and worked backwards to build the main. It is similar to how SKAM approached Sana’s LI.  Moyo is a black guy, so Kato would be a racist! Genius!

Given these precedents, I was really curious what Nora’s season in DRUCK would do with their first 100% original love interest (so, not counting David). If they decided to go with SKAM’s standard way of building a LI, there were several possibilities. Nora’s mom has addiction issues, and this is a vulnerability of Nora’s. Would that mean that Josh would have substance issues? Or maybe his dad? His mom? Nora has a mental illness. Would that mean Josh would have issues around mental illness or therapy? Would he maybe have a mental illness himself? Nora was set up from the start as a liar. Would Josh be honest to a fault? And so on. 

In the end, it seems like DRUCK has taken the same approach they did with David. That is, Nora doesn’t have to accept something about Josh that she has preconceived ideas about (Noora, Isak, Sana), neither are Josh and Nora extremes in one character trait (Eva and Jonas). With this clip, it appears that their conflict is that Nora has a problem sharing her vulnerabilities (reminder: she didn’t come clean in English class out of a desire to be vulnerable, but to prove a point) and Josh has abandonment issues that make him prefer to try to change a person or even be hurt, rather than be left behind. 

DRUCK’s approach to building a LI in s5 (and probably beyond) might end up making the season less cohesive than SKAM seasons were. On the other hand, you can argue that the way SKAM built LIs could end up being too predictable (Isak is afraid of MI so Even has a MI, Sana is a Muslim so Yousef isn’t, Noora is afraid of being used for sex so William uses girls for sex, etc) and perhaps lowkey reductionist. And that’s without getting into the issues of making a character’s mental illness, religion, gender identity, sexuality, ethnicity or race, etc... the source of another character’s vulnerability (or “shame” or “pressure” if you will). This is particularly clear in the hands of lesser writers, as seen on wtFOCK and SKAM France. 

I will also get yelled at by @dusuessekartoffel if I fail to acknowledge that DRUCK is now doing original seasons and, though based on SKAM, should therefore become its own thing, develop LIs how they will, without taking SKAM as a model for anything. Iiiiii... think that DRUCK still owes a lot to SKAM even in this generation, and I kind of feel like the way SKAM built LIs is like the real time aspect of SKAM, something that is embedded into the very concept of the show and not something you can just discard when you buy the adaptation rights, but this is certainly up for debate.  

[punsandfuturekingsmen]

8. A hazy memory

Send A Number to Experience One of My Muse’s Memories 8. A hazy memory

He was sitting at the table, but it felt like it was rocking. Even when he closed his eyes. How many drinks had he had again? It must've been.... a lot. Too many to count if he's feeling like this. It's all kind of spinning, so he closes his eyes.

He wished Lewis was here. But he was.... probably busy with the restaurant. That one dishwasher quit on them out of the blue, so he had to pick up the slack. But ugh. Why was he here again...?

Right....date night.

He was such an asshole. Getting drunk, moping because his friend wasn't here. Stringing along some dude because he showed interest, in the hopes of it making him stop wishing his best friend was here instead. He should..... he should really apologize and stuff. Yeah. Probably. Heh. That was a funny word. It sounded like it had babble in it. If he talked he was pretty sure he'd just be doing that.

"Probably. Probabilibilty." He mumbled, snickering to himself under his breath. Silly.

A hand landed heavily on his shoulder. It squeezed and a new solo cup was pressed into his hand. "Come on, you should join the party with us. Have a little fun."

Arthur grumbled, but it was half-assed, enough that it didn't sound like words. He felt floaty and his eyes fluttered, another wobbly grumpy sound escaping as he was lifted. "I danced and drank all nighttt, E*****..... lemmerest instead."

"Come on, babe. It's supposed to be a good time tonight, right? Drink up! Have fun! Just a little longer and the party will be over and you can rest all you want." The hand tipped the cup up to his lips. He made another disgruntled sound, but listened at enough prodding. "We could dance some if you want. Orrrrrrr, I have something I could show you?"

"Show me....?" Arthur mumbled, the sound hollowed out by his solo cup. "Mmmmmwhat?"

"If I told you it'd ruin the surprise." A hand patted against his back and it felt like a jolt of electricity down his spine, something shocking each time.

Arthur swayed as he stood, until those hands held him up. Arthur's voice pitched in volume, not settling on if it wanted to be high or low. "I dunno. I'm jus' tired an'I wanna go home. Uncle'll be worried."

There was a noise of giving up, of understanding, and a hand on his waist to keep him standing. "Okay. Okay. You're right. How about you take a minute in the coat room? You can sit and I'll say goodnight. Then I'll show you your surprise and drive you home after. That sound good?"

"IIIIII......willlll take it." Arthur did a weird, loose-wristed little salute. He shuffled towards the doorway with help, he was released at the jamb to make his own way inside.

"I'll be right there." A brush along his back, and then he's left alone. Arthur felt his feet carry him as he finished the drink, the room spinning, until he dropped on the bed. He stared at the ceiling to keep the colors from swirling too much.

He really needed to stop going out like this. It wasn't healthy. It was just hard to say no when he knew he wasn't being fair. Maybe he should break things off. This just.... didn't feel right. They knew it going in, but it still didn't...

Arthur closed his eyes, the beat of the house pulsing behind his eyelids.

[i-dream-of-twilight-sparkle]

Chapter 18: The Royal Ball, Part 6 - Sweetie Belle’s Performance

While their much older friends and/or family are having their fun, the Cutie Mark Crusaders have had a table for themselves where they’ve been playing together and enjoying the performances that have shown up thus far themselves. Clapping for Trixie’s show, getting some good laughs from Autumn’s Puppet Show, and Sweetie Belle in particular enjoying Coloratura singing The Magic Inside again. 

They continue to have some banter between them, until they’re joined by a family member of Apple Bloom and former fellow cutie mark crusader, Babs Seed. Who eventually found her talent in being a barber in Manehattan and is currently under the tutelage under of one of the most famous hair stylists in Manehattan. While she was here, she thought she’d visit her cousin and her friends for a little bit

Babs Seed: Hey there, Apple Bloom! How’s my cuz, doin’?

Apple Bloom: Oh hey Babs! Nice t’ see ya! Ya’ll still having ah nice time at that barber shop ya work fo’?

Babs: Yeah! I get chosen whenever somepony wants a cool haircut, such as mohawks or the different kinds of punk-style haircuts

Scootaloo: Niicceeee! Maybe I should get one of your hairstyles sometime, Babs!

Babs: Haha, I’d love to have a hoof at styling your hair in cool ways some day, Scoots.

Sweetie: I may need your services sometime too, Babs. I’ve gotten into singing metal, could be useful for such performances.

Babs: Awww yeah! That would be pretty nice too, Sweetie. I have been wondering how you’ve all been. Been up to anything lately? Maybe tell me how you all were invited here?

Apple Bloom: Sure thing! Ah was mah sister’s first invite when she got t’ the farm, then ah would go t’ get inviting Zecora here as mah sister invited others in our family, as well as Rara and Autumn.

Babs: Yeah, thanks to ya sister we got some pretty awesome, and funny in the case of Autumn Blaze, performances tonight! Though I also kind of got to thank her for inviting Rara for another reason, as in turn she’d bring me. I was taking care of Photo Finish’s mane at the time Applejack was there in Manehattan so I couldn’t quite come across her. Anything else happen though, Apple Bloom?

Apple Bloom: Well.. all that’s left is sort o’ sad, Ah must warn ya. But what ah did next was try t’ see if Grand Pear was available t’ go, he didn’t end up goin’ but we’d find him visiting the graves o’ mah late parents…

Babs: Oh… yea… visiting the graves of dead beloved relatives is always a bummer… I hope this ball is making ya feel better though.

Apple Bloom: It is, yeah.

Babs: How about you, Scoots? Whatcha been up to?

Scootaloo: Hm, it has been a while since we last saw eachother hasn’t it?

Babs: Well, I was at the party ya held that ya girls held to try to convince ya parents to let you stay in Ponyville. But I suppose I haven’t been made too aware of what ya’ve done in a little more then 2 years.

Scootaloo: Is that so? Then I guess you’re not quite very are of… this!

Scootaloo shifts her body from the waist down into her seapony tail in front of Babs, and bends it in a way that would be impossible to bend hooves in to prove it’s a real fish-like tail. Scootaloo now sitting with her sea pony tail dangling down from the side of her chair.

Babs: WHOA! Ya can turn half-fish?! Just like the hippogriffs with their necklaces, but ya don’t have a necklace! How are ya doing it?

Scootaloo: A wish from Twilight, really. But there’s more to this then just that, I’ve been training myself to use this form and get even better at swimming. And just two weeks ago? I was able to convince Spitfire and the Wonderbolts to make a new branch called the Waterbolts! I can’t join yet despite helping start it, but they got decent number of good swimmers from Mount Aeris/Seaquestria to get it started. Along with some of the best fliers there too who will try to become proper Wonderbolts in the near future.

Babs: That’s awesome! Dang Scoots, ya’ve made history!

Scootaloo: Just wait till’ I’m all grown up and I’m the fastest swimmer on the planet! That will be the real kind of history I want to make!

Babs: Yeah! That’ll be a sight to see one day, ya could even do a show in the Manehattan Bay! See how fast it takes for ya to do 20 laps around The Statue of Friendship!

Scootaloo: Yeah! Exactly! It’s gonna be awesome!

Scootaloo transforms back to her pony form

Babs: Now how about you, Sweetie. You mentioned you found out you’re a bit of a metal singer. Mind explaining that?

Sweetie: Of course! After being invited by my sister, we would eventually get to Vinyl Scratch and Octavia’s house to invite them. I decided I’d stay with them a little bit as Rarity got her invitees. I decided to give their karaoke machine a try, and picked a few songs I wanted to sing for them. All of the ones I chose were some level of Metal/Hard Rock. And I guess I did great, as I left them impressed to the point that they actually want me to sing another song here at the ball just to show my voice.

Babs: No way, you’re going to be performing?! When?

Sweetie: Well either me or Cheese Sandwich is next. As soon as Octavia and Vinyl Scratch are called, I’m going to need to head over to see them to get ready.

Babs: So ya plan on rocking the palace in a little bit?

Sweetie: Weellllll the song I chose for the ball isn’t going to be a super intense song, it’s still made by a band that generally does metal, but it’ll be one of their softer ones. I decided I would try to make my first ever solo appearance in front of an audience with something intent on evoking emotions rather then a bang your head kind of tune.

Babs: Yeah, that’s probably respectable. What’s the song?

Sweetie: Mother’s Soul from Stalliondust

Babs: Oooooh, that is a good one. Can’t wait to hear your singing voice, Sweetie. Ya obviously have a talent in music going by your cutie mark, so this will be great to see!

Apple Bloom: Ooo! Ah think ah see the palace staffer walking t’ the stage t’ announce the next performance!

Indeed, as Apple Bloom noticed the palace staffer once again goes up to the stage as the audience once again quiets down to let him speak.

Palace Staffer: Thank you, thank you. Our next performance includes backing instruments from Octavia and Vinyl Scratch. Who will joined by a young rookie singer by the name of Sweetie Belle, showing off her singing talent for the first time solo in front of a big crowd!

This intrigued many in the audience who were aware of Vinyl Scratch and Octavia but have never met Sweetie. Though for those who do know Sweetie, loud cheers could be heard. Especially from her sister and her parents.

Sweetie: Oh my gosh! I’m next!. Seeya soon Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, and Babs! I need to get ready!

Scootaloo: Good luck, Sweetie!

Apple Bloom: Ya’ll do great! We know ya will!

((Story continues after the break))

Sweetie Belle quickly hops off her chair and rushes to wherever she can find Vinyl Scratch and Octavia. Eventually, she just manages to get to them before they were starting to walk behind the curtains on stage.

Sweetie: Hey! Vinyl! Octavia! I’m here!

Octavia: Hello, Sweetie Belle. Are you ready to debut your singing talent for the world to know?

Sweetie: Yes… I’m no longer shy about my singing. It’s time I finally put my front hoof forward.

Vinyl Scratch nods, and gives Sweetie an approving grin.

Octavia: That’s good to hear. By the way, you picked a great song. I know it’s not quite as intense as some of the ones you sang for us, but it may be a song that’s soft enough to endear your voice. And even if they’re surprised that you end up doing mostly more intense songs that aren’t to everypony’s taste, they can respect the range of your voice.

Sweetie: Thanks, Octavia

With that the 2 musicians, and the little aspiring singer all head backstage to take their places. Vinyl provides the machine that will play an instrumental of the song Sweetie sings, and Octavia provides a little extra symphonic metal elements into Sweetie’s choice of song. And of course, Sweetie on her own in the middle of the stage with a microphone. Soon, the curtain starts raising and the audience can see the three on stage. Claps are heard for the performance’s start.

Rarity: Good luck, Sweetie darling!

Sweetie smiles hearing the voice of her sister and takes a few heavy breaths. Before the song begins to play. Octavia already playing her instrument.

Mother’s Soul by Stalliondust ((To the tune of Angel’s Son by Sevendust))

Sweetie: Life is changing… annnnd…

I can’t… goooo on… withouuuut you…

Rearranging, annnnd… I will be strong!

I’ll stand byyyyyy you…

You were fighting… everyday…

Soooo hard to hide the pain…

I know you never said goodbye…

I had so much left to saaaaay…

(Sweetie puts her mouth closer to the mic to sing the first use of the chorus more quietly)

One last sooooong…

Given to a mother’s soooul…

As soon as you were gooone…

As soon as you were gooooone…

(Sweetie puts her mouth back from the mic, and starts to pick up the intensity as the song itself does)

I have a new life now…

I live through you!

What can I do?!

I feel so alone now…

I pray for you!

We still looove yooou!

You were fighting… everyday…

So hard to hide the pain…

I know you never said goodbye…

I had so much left to saaaaaaay…!

(The song picks up to it’s highest intensity)

One last soooong!

Given to a mother’s sooooooul!

As soon as you were goooone!

As soon as you were goooooone! Ooooh!

One last soooong! Ooooh!

I can’t believe, you’re gone!

Given to a mother’s sooooooul!

Iiiiii can’t beliiiieve!

As soon as you were gooone!

As soon as you were… gooone a ohhh a ohhh a

The song finishes, many of the audience’s mouth agape from Sweetie’s cover of the song. Soon claps are heard and they start spreading across the crowd until the entire crowd claps and starts cheering for the young singer. Not all were necessarily clapping, but that’s because instead they were emotionally moved by the lyrics for one reason or another. Many of the members of the M.I.L.F. club among them, being this is a song dedicated to a deceased mother, anyone in the audience who has a deceased parent, especially Applejack who took the lyrics to heart and is already wiping tears from her eyes. Starlight was still next to her, and is patting her on the back.

Applejack: *sniff* Such a-ah  b-b-beautiful s-so-song… *sob* W-w-well done, S-s-sweetie B-belle… *sniff*

Starlight herself also tears up a bit from the song since while it’s known this is for a deceased mother. The lyrics could still somewhat apply to a missing one, and she still can’t rule out the possibility that her mother is dead anyway.

Sweetie Belle walks off the stage and is immediately approached by her sister and her fellow crusaders.

Rarity: That was amazing, Sweetie! You really gave the crowd a show!

Apple Bloom: We knew ya’ll would ace this!

Scootaloo: Yeaaaah! You rocked it!

Suddenly, another pony comes to approach Sweetie Belle. It’s Coloratura herself quite impressed with Sweetie’s talent.

Rara: That was a top-notch performance, Sweetie. you have a voice that I think the whole world will want to hear. In fact, if you ever feel like you’re ready to start making record deal. My place can be open to you some day, and I’ll be your sort of manager.

Sweetie: Wait.. you… as my manager?!

Rara: Not immediately of course, I think you still have a little bit of your childhood to have before you do. But say when you think you’re ready to start selling records in your teenage years or older.

Scootaloo: Kinda like just how it will still be a few years until I’m ready to become a trainee for the Waterbolts!

Sweetie: My gosh, Coloratura… this is such an honor… even if this is still some years away… you have no idea how happy I am that you recognize my talent… Even if we’re kinda getting into different genres. You’re mainly a pop singer right?

Rara: That’s true, but because I’m a pop singer doesn’t mean I can’t manage other types of singers. I started self-managing ever since I kicked Sven Gallop out, and I felt as I got comfortable I’d eventually get to helping other singers find a footing. And I’ll be a nicer manager then Sven ever will be.

Sweetie: Well then, yes! Of course I’d love you to be my manager when I’m ready to start my music career in full!

Rara: On a side note, I know the stallion who wrote the song you sang. He unfortunately lost his mother to an illness, and that song was dedicated to her. And he would of loved to hear your cover of the song. Perhaps some day, you’ll get to perform your cover again while he’s in the audience.

Sweetie: Yeah… I figured the song was about a deceased mother. But nice of you to tell me the real story behind the song’s making. And that would be cool to have the actual band’s writer and lead singer listen to my cover! But if it’s ok, I think I’d like to return to my table with my friends, I still very much appreciate reserving a spot for me at your studios. So thank you, Coloratura.

Rara: No problem, Sweetie. I can’t wait to see what comes next for your music career.

Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo return to the table they were sitting. Many tables they’re passing by with strangers waving to the young Sweetie, as it seems she’s made a decent amount of fans already. Babs Seed is still at the table and sees the group approach.

Babs: Great singing, Sweetie Belle! Ya did great up there.

Sweetie: Thank you very much, Babs!

Once they’re seated, they don’t get much time before another pony approaches. Though it’s a pony the Crusaders are very fond of: Cheerilee, their school teacher.

Cheerilee: Hello, Cutie Mark Crusaders!

Apple Bloom: Miss Cheerilee!

Scootaloo; Hiya!

Sweetie: I’m so happy to see you’re here!

Cheerilee: I’ve been having a pretty good time here, thanks for thinking of inviting me Sweetie. And also… you did a great job out there on stage. I’m very proud of you, Sweetie. I know one day you will make it big in the music industry.

Sweetie: Thank you!

Cheerilee: Also, I want to talk to Scootaloo a little bit

Scootaloo: Oh no.. am I in trouble for something?

Cheerilee: No, not at all. I just want to congratulate you on starting up the Waterbolts!

Scootaloo: Huh? How’d you find out about that? I don’t think I told you yet.

Cheerilee: Me and Spitfire are actually good friends! While talking to her, she told me all about what you did in Mount Aeris/Seaquestria

Scootaloo: Oh nice! I can’t join it myself yet, but you bet I’m going to continue to swim as much as I can until then!

Cheerilee: I’ve seen you swim sometimes in Saddle Lake, the School of Friendship’s moat, and the rivers in town! You are really fast in the water! You’ll no doubt be a star, once you’re old enough to get in the Waterbolts.

Scootaloo: Thank you, Miss Cheerilee!

Cheerilee: And now Apple Bloom, mind if I ask if you have any idea where your big brother is?

Apple Bloom: Big Mac? Ah think he’s on a table with his wife, Sugar Belle.

Cheerilee: Ah, of course. They are certainly a cute couple.

Sweetie: You’re not going to fight with Sugar Belle... Are you?

Cheerilee: What? Why would I fig- Oooooooh, do you still think I have romantic interest in Big Mac? We were just friends, granted, we were only acquaintances until your love potion shenanigans.

Sweetie: Well… you did still say one of the names you called him while under the effects of the potion, after you were cured.

Cheerilee: Oh hahahaha, me and Big Mac just decided to prank you girls at that moment.

Apple Bloom: Ah think only Sweetie really thought ya had feelings for him. Ah’d know if ya’ll were together after that Love Potion incident.

Scootaloo: Yeah, you fooled me with that prank at first, but over time it probably would of been more clear if you really did become special someponies for real at some point.

Cheerilee: Then I guess Sweetie Belle must be slightly holding on to a ship she once had for me. I remember when you were upset that I didn’t kiss Big Mac, and you popped out of the bush yelling “OH COME ON” *giggles*

Sweetie: Nuh uh… I tried to help Big Mac get with Sugar Belle too! Though… it is still a shame that you still don’t have a special somepony.

Cheerilee: Well, what if I told you why you never did that Hearts and Hooves Day so long ago? Besides the fact that love potions override everything in a pony’s mind order to hypnotize ponies into loving eachother and won’t necessarily make it likelier that the two ponies become special someponies after being cured.

Cheerilee moves on closer in order to whisper, and the 3 hold up their ears to hear.

Cheerilee: I’m not into stallions at all, I’m into mares. You had the wrong orientation the whole time!

Scootaloo: Oh! Oh! Oh! Just like my Aunts!

Apple Bloom: Lyra & Bon Bon too!

Sweetie: Oooooooooh, I see. Well… I’ll guess I’ll have to rearrange some things at home later then. Hehehehe…

Scootaloo: *rolls her eyes* Great, now she’s going to spend a whole night shuffling her shipping chart…

Cheerilee giggles

Cheerilee: Anyhow, I guess I won’t bother Big Mac just yet, if he’s on a little bit of a honeymoon with Sugar Belle. I can always see him later.

Apple Bloom: What did ya even want t’ see him fo’?

Cheerilee: Nothing all that special, just if I can ask him if he can reserve some Sweet Apple Acres apples sometime when we get back.

Apple Bloom: Ya’ll could o’ asked me that

Cheerilee: Yeah but I wanted a lot of apples, enough that it’d be hard for you to carry all by yourself

Scootaloo: Whatcha going to do with all those apples?

Cheerilee: Just stock back up many, many jars of applesauce back home. And maybe save some for slices and/or eating them normally.

Apple Bloom: Well, even if ya don’t get Big Mac at some point later. Me and Applejack can probably get ya what ya want.

Cheerilee: True, I suppose. I guess I’ll just get back to the table I was sitting at for now, who knows when that final performance is going to start after all.

Sweetie: All that’s left is Cheese Sandwich before the night finishes with some dancing. So yeah! What ever is left of the ball should be quite fun, though it almost certainly means this ball is nearly over.

Scootaloo: It’s been a pretty fun night! All parties come to an end eventually, but they saved some cool stuff for last with one of the best party ponies around, and then we’ll all get to dance!

Apple Bloom: Ah guess seeya, Miss Cheerilee! Thank ya’ll for being such ah great teacher fo’ us. Mind if we get ah hug from ya before ya go?

Cheerilee: Oh of course I will, anything for 3 of my favorite students!

Cheerilee lowers herself to the ground by sitting on the floor and hugs around the 3 fillies. And then head back to her table.

Meanwhile, back at the table of the M.I.L.F. club, Twilight’s had enough fun talking with the other mothers and getting Trixie’s mom to be a member too (Stellar Flare was chosen to make Dandy Lion recite the club’s oath)

Twilight: Well this was a lot of fun, all of you. But I think I’m going to head elsewhere now, if I don’t see any of you the rest of the night. Hope you had a wonderful time here

Windy: We absolutely have! And no problem, Princess!

Velvet: Of course, dear. You have a fantastic rest of the night!

Twilight walks off waving to all the other mothers and once Twilight’s far enough, they continue their family gossiping. Twilight herself ponders where to go next, and realizes she still hasn’t seen Celestia and Luna here. And she figured it was going to be important to inform Celestia of her plan with Spike and Malakhar to visit the spot where Spike’s birth mother died. She eventually finds the two Alicorn sisters on their own table and heads on over to where they’re sitting. Celestia sees Twilight approach and smiles.

Celestia: Hello, Princess Twilight. Thank you for inviting us, it’s been a fantastic time. And a decent amount of great performances.

Luna: I never knew Sweetie Belle had such a beautiful singing voice. That was wonderful to hear

Twilight: You’re welcome both of you, and yeah, Sweetie’s going to be a fantastic musician one day. Thee’s no doubt about that, after that performance. But I actually went to see you because I have something important to ask of you for tomorrow morning, Princess Celestia

Celestia: Oh? Do tell what it is.

Twilight: Remember when you told me the story about where you got Spike’s egg and where his birth mother died? I told the story to Spike 2 weeks ago, and he said at one point he wants to visit that cave the day after the ball. And I thought I’d ask you to be there since you could likely help show where it was. I guess it turns out Malakhar was also there at the time, and I may have him accompany us as well to give directions, but I still wanted to ask if you could still help us if we went to you in the morning to go see it.

Celestia: I’d be happy to lead you to the cave, and oh? Malakhar was there too? Interesting, he must of been the teenage colt that handed me the egg back then. He did look familiar when I saw him, but he’s certainly a lot bigger then he was then. Does Spike perhaps wish to have a moment of silence to mourn his birth mother?

Twilight: Well, probably not quite on the same level as others. But he does want to pay his respects, especially if everything in your dream came true, she’s very much responsible for the path our lives took. Even if we can’t speak to her, it’d at least feel respectful in that way

Celestia: Completely understandable, I along with Malakhar will take you and Spike to the cave in the morning. But first, how has your night gone? Any interesting things happen for you?

Twilight: Besides enjoying the performances, I guess the night started with me and my friends telling each other what happened in our individual inviting trips. Including myself telling most of what you told me about Spike’s egg and Sunset Shimmer to my friends. But after that, I met up with my Canterlot friends. And sometime during all that, the Prince of Saddle Arabia, Theandri the 2nd surprised Moondancer as we were talking. And absolutely swept her off her hooves, kinda literally. They’re currently still on their first date as of this very moment.

Celestia: Awwwww, that’s so adorable!

Twilight: Though that’s not even the only thing about this, at some point… Moondancer called me to head on over where they were… and weirdly enough in a plan the Prince told Moondancer to do… Moondancer confessed… that she had a crush on me as far back as when we were teens.

I didn’t even know she was Bisexual, I guess that was because she still mostly preferred looking for stallions. But I guess I became an exception, it somewhat makes me feel even more bad for not even saying goodbye before you sent me to Ponyville. I think Moondancer understands that saving the world, and freeing your sister was in the grand scheme of things more important then her party, but it nonetheless hurt her pretty bad since she had planned of finally gathering the courage to tell me. I likely only would of said I don’t feel the same way, but because I didn’t go at all. A part of her never really got an answer, so she had to know what I would of said, so she could completely move on.

Celestia: Wow… If only I had known that long ago, even if the result would have been the same… that you don’t have the same feelings for her… Moondancer was still one of the students at my school, I would of gladly personally given her the chance when there was time after Luna was freed. No pony’s heart should be left with an unanswered heart for a decade

Twilight: But at least she now has the Prince. I can already tell they’ll be a close couple, Theandri II risked giving up Moondancer if hypothetically I wanted a relationship with her now, and Moondancer felt like she preferred to satisfy her long-lasting feelings towards me. An act of kindness that no doubt Moondancer will never forget.

Celestia: Certainly something that’s somehow heartwarming, but also a little heartbreaking at the same time. Good to see both the Moondancer and the Prince happy. I’m sure the Sultan and the Sultana are also pleased they may possibly know who becomes Sultana when they step down.

Twilight: Haha, believe me I saw them celebrating from their balcony when their son and Moondancer’s date started.

Celestia giggles

Celestia: Good for them, but now… anything else Twilight?

Twilight: Well all that’s else that happened is I met and joined a club of other mothers of Equestria that was co-founded by my own mom, and includes many of my own friend’s mothers

Celestia: Ah… that does sound quite cute, thanks for sharing how your night’s been.

Twilight: It’s pretty close to the end isn’t it? Only one more performance, then a moment to dance and then either anyone here is brought back home or they stay in the palace rooms for the wedding in 3 days.

Celestia: Indeed, but everyone’s certainly got their slice of fun here.

Twilight: It was good to talk to you once again, Princess. I think I’m going to head back to the table I was at originally to be with my friends and Spike again for the rest of the night. But I’ll see you again soon tomorrow morning to go to that cave.

Celestia: Have yourself a good rest of the night, Twilight. And yes, I shall see you in the morning.

Twilight heads out to the table she started at during the night, as the royal ball etches closer to the end.

UP NEXT: Chapter 19: The Royal Ball, Part 7 - The Taste Of Fresh Dough On The Tray

[lesetoilesfous]

OwO hello! Could I, perhaps, have a Kanders? In #3 from the kiss prompt list? (Explicit-ness to ur discretion ;3)

Oh I always love writing Kanders, thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy!

(If you want me to write you a dragon age ficlet, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Kanders

Characters: Karl Thekla, Anders

Tags: Kinloch Hold, idiots in love under traumatising circumstances, general circle abuse, fuck the chantry, non-explicit reference to  sexual abuse

Rating: Mature

 Anders breath is sweet and stinging with brandy as he topples forward, eyes bright, and catches Karl’s face in his hands. “I’m in love with you!” He stage whispers, grinning, wide and stupid and giddy. “Did you know that?” He doesn’t wait for Karl to respond, bending his head instead and pushing Karl back against the wall as he gives him a hard, wet kiss, lips and teeth bumping clumsily against Karl’s mouth and chin. 

Karl stumbles, arms full suddenly of his lover, who is all long limbs and several inches taller than him, heavy and awkward as his elbows rest heavily on Karl’s shoulders, and his hands run up into his hair. Anders tries and fails to blow his hair out of his face. “I hate this place. Like. I really, really hate it. It sucks.” 

Anders looks down at Karl, and his hair and skin are white gold in the narrow shaft of moonlight that reaches them from the tiny box of glass above the tower’s bricked up windows. Karl nods and hums and listens, anxiously, for the tell-tale metal on stone crunch of an approaching templar. When one doesn’t come, he drags Anders into their shared quarters. 

It’s not often that Karl wishes he had a door - he has lived without the luxury of such a thing for far, far longer than he has had one. But he wishes for one now, as he turns to face the open space where any kind of barrier would in theory stand for his safety and privacy, and waits for an armed soldier to appear in it. 

After a moment, Anders’ long arms fall onto his shoulders, and his sharp chin rests on Karl’s head, and he tilts his face to press his cheek into his hair as he slumps over Karl’s back. “Wish we were out there. You know? What d’you think we would be. I’d be...a physician.” The syllables of the word blur together in Anders’ drunkenness, but he doesn’t let that stop him. Karl turns, and gently lifts his arms up over his head, herding him back towards his bed.

The backs of Anders knees hit the bed, and he folds easily, giving Karl a bright, sunny smile as he reaches for his hand and attempts to tangle their fingers together. Karl glances anxiously at the door even as he lets him, unable to ignore the part of his chest that pulls him like gravity back into Anders’ embrace. Anders tilts his head back. “Are you going to fuck me?” He pauses, eyes wide and earnest as he continues. “You can if you want to. Everyone else does.”

Something twists in Karl’s chest, and he pulls back and away from Anders. He tries to ignore the way he feels like he’s cutting himself loose from everything keeping him safe and close to the earth when he lets go of Anders’ hand. Anders frowns at him, eyes gold in the flickering, unnatural magelight of the tower. 

“Why d’you never fuck me, Karl?”

Karl shakes his head, busying himself with filling a cup of water and digging under Anders’ bed for one of his patented hangover potions. Far off, there’s the sound of metal on stone, and Karl tries to ignore the way it lifts the hairs on the back of his neck. 

Anders leans down over him, bending almost double to come face to face with him on his knees under the bed. His hair falls in a curtain of red-gold around his head. “You didn’t answer.”

Karl lets out a long, deep breath and pushes his hand into his hair, pressing the heel of his palm against his forehead as he waits for his thoughts to slow to a pace he can handle. At last, he finds the hangover potion, and pulls it out of a small hessian sack, setting it onto the chest beside Anders’ bed. “I’m not having this conversation right now.”

Anders sighs and falls back onto the bed heavily enough for the stiff, thin mattress to bounce his thin body. Karl tries not to stare too much as he does so. He never eats enough. “You never want to talk about it.” Anders rolls onto his side then, hair messy around his pink face, lips wet and flushed from their kiss. “Iiiiiis it because you don’t think I’m pretty?”

Karl pauses. Both he and Anders twitch at a sudden prickle of magic on the floor below them - followed by a loud wail, just as suddenly cut off. An apprentice, most likely, casting in their sleep. Karl takes a deep breath and gets to his feet, walking back across the small space of their room to sit on his bed.

Anders sits up. “No, come back!” 

Karl  pours himself a glass of water and drinks, deeply. It’s dusty and old, but it does something for the dryness of his throat and the taste of brandy still clinging to his tongue.With an effort, he tries to gather his wits. Then, suddenly, Anders sniffs.

“You don’t think I’m pretty, do you?” 

Karl looks up. Anders is crying. Anders never cries. Not when he was sent to solitary for a week, not when he was flogged, not when he turned up in the middle of the night, bruised and stinking of sex. 

Something in Karl’s chest lurches, and he doesn’t think before he crosses the small space between them again, falling to his knees in front of his friend (lover) and taking his hands. “No. No, no, Anders.” Karl’s voice is quiet, but no less fervent for it. He runs his thumbs over the backs of Anders’ long hands, tracing their familiar curves and scars. Looking up at him on his knees, Karl cannot help but feel like a faithful supplicant, praying to some forgotten, lovely god. He thinks he would not mind it, if that god were this man. “No, you’re beautiful.”

Anders sniffs, and blinks, and his eyelashes are dark with his tears. “But you don’t like me.”

Karl shakes his head, squeezing Anders’ hands. Downstairs, there’s the sound of a small squad of templars, and another tingling pull of magic. Karl expects that every mage on the first and second floor is awake now. It only makes this more dangerous. He looks out of the open arch of their quarters, checking for any possible onlookers before lifting one hand to Anders’ narrow jaw. “You know that’s not true. Anders. Look at me.” Karl waits for Anders to look at him, eyes gold and rimmed red with tears. Karl leans close enough to kiss him, and breathes against his lips. “I love you, too.”

Anders’ breath catches, and then he’s kissing him again, open-mouthed and wet and warm, and Karl lets him, gently guiding him into something more enjoyable for them both, even as his mouth and lungs fill with the taste of Antivan brandy. When they break apart, at last, to breathe, Karl gently strokes the side of Anders’ head, running his hand over his hair. After a moment, Anders’ breathing steadies, and he sniffs, scrubbing at his nose with his sleeve. 

Karl speaks quietly into the space between their lips. “I don’t have sex with you because I don’t want to use you, the way everybody else here seems to. I don’t want you to look at me and think of them.”

Anders breathes in, and the sound is wet and loud, and Karl glances again at their absence of a door. Anders says, “But that’s why I want you to.” Karl’s heart stops beating. 

He looks up at Anders, but Anders is looking away from him, now, chin raised, neck long and damp with his tears. Anders bites the inside of his cheek. “Everyone else...It’s not always bad. But, a lot of the time, it’s…” Anders sniffs and wipes at his chin and neck before he shrugs, once, stiff and jagged. “It’s rough and quick and I just. Want to know what it’s like when someone likes you. Like. Really likes you. Doesn’t just fantasise about getting their cock in your mouth. You know?”

Karl stares at him. Anders’ brow pulls his forehead into a wrinkled mess, and Karl catches his hands before he can start crying again. “Okay. I...if you still feel like this in the morning, we can talk about it.”

Anders brightens immediately. “So you are going to fuck me?” 

Karl laughs, and checks their absence of a door, before pressing a quick kiss to his hand. “No.” Anders’ face falls, and Karl squeezes his hand. “I’ll make love to you. If that’s what you want when you’re sober.”

Anders nods, solemnly, then falls back onto his bed, feet hanging off the end of his mattress - as they have ever since he turned fifteen. He grins at the ceiling, then turns the smile to Karl. “This has been a very productive evening.”

Karl laughs, quietly, and tries not to be distracted by the distant sound of metal footsteps on stone. “Anders?”

“Hm?” Anders smiles at him, soft and close-lipped.

Karl kisses the backs of his knuckles. “Please don’t do this again.”

Anders gives him a crooked grin, and pulls him closer with a sudden burst of unexpected strength, pressing their lips together. “I make no promises.”

[you-cantbesirius]

iiiiii made a kny oc??? i actually have an idea for one more but ill just dump this one here first and make a separate post for the second. huffs. NOTE: i’ve updated naho’s profile under the cut!! oc character sheet credits to @/sleepynezuko 

花桐 夏帆 (Hanakiri Naho) | 21 | 165 cm

General Information—

Name: Hanakiri Naho (花桐 - 'Paulownia flower’,  夏帆 - ‘summer’ ‘sailboat’)

Birthday: September 3

Age: 21

Height & Weight: 165cm, 63kg

Gender & Pronouns: Female, she/her

Appearance: Naho has bright magenta eyes and plum coloured hair with dusty pink tips that plunges down to her waist. She wears three flower-shaped ribbons on either side of her head due to her namesake, and has the left side always tucked behind her ear. She wears the regular Corps uniform with a white-blue gradient haori, embroidered with a pink and navy mist motif. The hem of its sleeves are sealed with a pink ribbon.

Affiliation & Rank: Demon Slayer Corps, Hashira.

Personality—

Positive Traits: analytical, hardworking, loyal

Negative Traits: overly critical, shy (past), remorseless

Habits: teasing the younger hunters, brushing at her hair with her fingers

Quirks: likes cleaning out her bedroom a lot, sometimes up to twice in one week. It’s not so much for sanitation purposes, rather, it’s cathartic for her. She does it especially often when she misses her family or someone.

Relationships—

Family: Hanakiri Etsuji (father, alive), Asagao Sayo (mother, deceased), Nishimura Fukume (step-mother, deceased), Nishimura Akihiko (younger step-brother, alive), Nishimura Ise (younger step-sister, alive)

Allies, people in particular she works well or gets along with: Tanjiro, Kanae, Mitsuri, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Ubuyashiki family, most of the younger hunters.

Enemies, people in particular she works poorly or doesn’t get along with: Sanemi, Obanai, Shinobu, Zenitsu, Yushiro.

*fun fact: both her father’s last name (Hanakiri) and her mother’s last name (Asagao; 朝顔) have flowery implications

Abilities & Powers—

Breathing Style: Breath of Fog, derived from Breath of Mist. It’s not her nor her family’s own creation of breathing style. Its roots go back multiple decades. Her father, the former Fog Pillar, had taught Naho the breath style as she is his eldest child. The Breath of Fog consists of some similar elements to its pre-derivatives — Breath of Mist and Breath of Wind. It revolves mostly around obscuring the enemy’s field of vision and confusing them.

Main Weapon: A katana with a smoke patterned guard and a crisp white scabbard with a navy ribbon tied near the top. The hilt of her katana has a pink base and is wrapped with a plum-coloured cord. Her Nichirin blade is light blue, with the word ‘Destroy’ engraved in Kanji.

Demon Slayer Mark: ? (to be revealed!!)

Swordsmanship—

First Form: Distant Gloom - a purely evasive technique. Spinning the sword in circular motions creates a smokescreen, allowing the user to escape or disorient the enemy and their attacks.

Second Form: Swirling Haze of Dawn - a flurry of ranged arc slashes that erupt into a hazy cyclone. The user charges forward through the haze to finish the attack.

Third Form: Cloud Crane’s Protection - a crane-like creature of dense fog is conjured by the user. Once its wings stretch open, the wingspan nullifies any incoming projectile attacks. Certain strong or powerful attacks can still break through the density of the fog.

Fourth Form: Fog Demon Dance -  the user increases their movement speed to be able to disorient enemies, at the same time launching multiple long ranged strikes in helical patterns that hone in on a target.

Fifth Form: Rising Mist of Annihilation - a vertically upward slash attack

Sixth Form: Fog Piercing Rain - the user strikes from above at high speed. The thrust is enough to pierce most enemies, and the ground.

Final Form: Nirvana Veil - a heavy cloak of fog that appears as an illusion to anyone else. The user can manipulate the illusion as and however they want, however, the range, complexity and duration of this illusion depends on the user’s own mental capacity. This form is different in that it requires the user to meditate tediously, thus rendering them vulnerable while using the final form.

*note: it took me hours to come up with these. how does gotouge sensei dO IT..,,, that being said please don’t steal these without permission or anything ;w;

Opinions—

Favorite Food: Cold udon, Namagashi (fruit jellies designed in floral or leaf motifs)

Likes: Cleanliness, her hair, embroidery

Dislikes: Rudeness, having to ask for help

Thoughts on Demons: Zero remorse for them. Their story and past selves don’t matter to her.

Thoughts on Nezuko & Tanjiro: Absolutely skeptical about Nezuko, even after the Pillar Meeting. It takes three missions and the constant persuasion on Uzui and Mitsuri’s part to sell her. Now she’s indifferent to Nezuko being in the Demon Slayer Corps. As for Tanjiro, he’s always been a bright kid, so Naho finds it difficult for herself to fault him in any manner.

Thoughts on Tamayo & Yushiro: Adamant on not working with Tamayo or Yushiro. Especially Yushiro, whose sharp-tongued personality tends to rub her the wrong way. As far as possible, Naho would rather have no contact with them, even if Ubuyashiki wills it. However, she’s seen the work Tamayo has done for the decades of miserable humanity that have spawned from Muzan’s hands, and a small part of her tends to see past the fact that Tamayo is a demon, admiring her compassion above all.

[kryptored]

Hate to see your heart break

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“It’s all right, Marinette. you can tell me everything. Or nothing, if you prefer. You can be yourself with me, you know. Just be yourself.”

Luka hated seeing Marinette cry. Beautiful she may look, this was no way to appreciate someone – the tears cascading down her flushing cheeks, the pouting of her mouth that he wants to kiss in comfort, the furrowing of her forehead as she struggles to save face. He can only imagine all the hurt she must’ve been keeping to herself.

“You can talk to me Marinette, but only when you’re ready. For now, let it all out.”

Said girl proceeds to cry, even if he’s unsure if whether she heard him or not. Her cries get stronger and louder, hiccups starting to overcome her. Her breath leaves her in large gasps, her eyes shut tighter as if she wants to blind herself from reality. Her mouth quivers like a string in fright. Her hands turn cold and clammy, but she doesn’t take them off of her face. Her scrunched nose turns red and gets runny, but she doesn’t care how this makes her look in front of the one person who wouldn’t care when she’s acting herself. Hawkmoth is nowhere near her mind, even when there’s a possibility of being akumatized. After all, heartbreak isn’t too rare a reason that one gets akumatized.

“It just hurts so much, Luka. W-why couldn’t it be me? Why won’t it be me? Why can’t he see me? Why can’t I have what I want? Do what I want? Be who I want to be? Why? I-I-I-Iiiiii -  haaaaaa...” he hears her choke on her tears, gasps preventing her from speaking in coherent sentences.

“Sssshhhhh… it’s alright, I’m right here. I’ll listen to everything so, just let it all out. What else do you want to say?”

“That I’m just to tired. Really, really tired, but there’s no one who can help me with it. I have to be responsible for it because it’s very important, but I don’t know how much more I can take it without breaking. I don’t know how far I’m going to sacrifice myself anymore and it hurts. It hurts so, so bad.”

Luka wraps his arms tight around Marinette, keeping her safe as she breaks and snaps and unwinds. One hand rubs her back soothingly while the other gently pats her head in reassurance. He wants to fight whoever hurt her like this, but he suspects that her friends might be involved in this, and he’s not entirely sure if she’ll forgive him for doing something reckless. She needs him more to be by her side, not off fighting her demons.

His nose nuzzles her head, smelling the sweet vanilla and strawberry that he associates with her. For the first time, Luka hates the sound coming from Marinette. Her sobs shouldn’t be ripping out of her mouth. her breathlessness shouldn’t be how she is breathing. Her loud sniffing shouldn’t be happening when she scrunches her cute nose. The wrinkling of his shirt shouldn’t be as loud as her crying, and it burns him to the core.

“Do you want to go biking with me? This way, you won’t have to stand all the time.”

She says not a word, but nods resolutely in agreement. He doesn’t know if she’s tired from what she had been doing earlier or the crying. They both gather up his fallen guitar and cargo. He carefully puts the spare helmet he intentionally has with him (he thought of her while buying this particular one) all the time on her head and guides her arms around him when they’re on his bike.

It’s not an entirely silent journey when she still sniffles and sobs. Her hands hug his stomach in a tight grip, but not enough to make him uncomfortable. He pedals and turns around corners ever so gently, as if the girl behind him were made out of fine china. The wind is tender to them, blowing through in soft whispers of consolation. Luka catches a whiff of Marinette’s scent again – vanilla and strawberry. Vanilla for her pure feelings and the softness of her smiles. Strawberry for the sweetness she has for others, and the sourness of the many perfections she has to keep up in front of others.

They stop by at a park not too far away from where they had been. Luka reaches out to Marinette, for her to take his hand and walk together to a vacant bench. By the time they sit down, her sobs have already subsided and reduced to the mere trembling of her lips and the puffy redness of her eyes. He keeps their hands intertwined, his thumb caressing her hand in slow, lazy nameless shapes. She gradually leans her head on his shoulder, comforted by his mere presence. He removes the hand holding hers and places it on her shoulder, his other hand taking hold of hers again.

“Did the crying make you feel a little better?”

“Mhm.”

He looks down at her face and sees the blankness of her face; her eyes are staring off into space, absent to the world’s demands of her, but present enough to be consciously aware of him. A small part of him feels the fluttering in his stomach, but decides to push it down. It wasn’t the time for that. This was time for Marinette – the same girl who just wanted the world to stop for her so she could catch up and be herself.

“That’s good.”

She closes her eyes in resolution, and he’s sure that he’ll have to wake her up from her nap by the time the sun sets on them. For now, he’ll stop and stay for her, with her. After all, he hates the look and sound of heartbreak.