#sorry harp on about this shit again

[pengillys]

.

[eorzeashan]

When you're backseat gaming and you tell your friend who keeps losing to move over

and STAY DEAD

[sabohime]

♡ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

multi x fem!reader

♡ . eek my first post!! some simple headcannons for you guys! enjoy :) nothing explicit (for now 😈) but! there are references to dicksucking!

♡ . includes: law, sabo, sanji

LAW

Law is constantly on edge. It hurts seeing your captain so stressed all the time.

So, being the dutiful crewmate you are, you decide to…provide him with a little ‘relaxant’. It’s not your fault he’ll have to work for it…

“Y/n-ya, what are you-“ “It’s hot, Captain!”

Law blushes at that. You can barely see it through the Tang’s dim lighting and his tanned skin, but from the way his eyes widen and his breath hitches, you can tell your plan is working.

Why is he harping about your wardrobe? Well, your typical Heart Pirates boiler suit had been traded in for a tight tank and skimpy shorts. How old were these? With the way your thighs were pinched by the elastic of your shorts, and the way your breasts practically fell out of your top, Law was certain you had dug deep in your closet to fish these clothes out.

“Y/n-ya. Seriously,” his tattooed hand rests on your shoulder now, dangerously close to the thin strap of your tank top. “We have uniforms for a reason.”

“Are you really gonna make me change, Captain?” you pout. You watch his brow furrow, and you know you’ve got him now.

“I think I’ll have fun ripping this off of you, Y/n-ya,” he grunts, hot breath now in your ear. His hands wander down to your shorts, palming your ass and taking notice of your lack of panties. “Even more dress code violations? I might just have to punish you tonight, Y/n-ya.”

You gulp. Law says Room and suddenly you’re in his bedroom.

“Regretting your decision, Y/n-ya?”

SABO

Once again, Dragon’s given him far too much paperwork.

As his secretary, it’s your job to provide him with some repose from his workload.

So…What better to let him take another load out on you? Maybe you should snag a pillow from your desk chair next time…

“Chief, I brought you the tea you asked for. A splash of milk and extra sugar,” you say, repeating his order sweetly and perfectly from years of practice. When you cross the threshold to his office, you find your chief of staff with his vest off, cravat undone and on the table, and his shirt partly unbuttoned.

The sight of his scarred, muscular chest makes you gulp. It’s okay Y/n, you can do this, you assure yourself.

“Thank you, Y/n-chan. You’re so kind, helping me out,” Sabo says, his cheeks rosy and smile innocent. You think him the perfect caricature of a schoolboy.

“It’s nothing, chief. I am your secretary after all. It’s my job,” you grin, placing the tea on his desk in front of him. You make sure to lean over and give him an eyeful of cleavage, just in case he might be interested.

“Is it your job to tease me as well?”

You freeze. You didn’t actually think he’d take the bait. Shit.

“Don’t be shy now, Y/n-chan. I’ve already gotten a nice view of your tits. And your skirt could be pulled down a tad, I suppose. You’re hardly professional these days,” you listen, face hot, sweat beginning to run down your back. At least he wasn’t scolding you— that was evident in the fact he said ‘tits’, and the generally teasing lilt in his usually silky smooth voice. It’s gotten deeper because he’s so tired, and it’s starting to make you clench your thighs.

“I-uh, I’m sorry, chief. I- I figured…” you scramble, trying to think of some excuse to remedy this situation. “I figured you might want a, uh, distraction. Right! A distraction from work!”

“Oh really?” the blond grins, pushing his chair away from his desk and moving his hands to unbutton his trousers. “Dragon-san has been giving me so much paperwork. It’s the least you could do, right Y/n-chan?”

You watch in awe as he takes himself out of his boxers.

“Now, Y/n-chan…How much of a distraction can you be?”

SANJI

Sanji gets hard just from smelling women’s perfume. So seducing him is easier than…really anything.

So, one night you can’t sleep. And the chef in the kitchen preparing recipes seems like a wonderful target for your affections.

“Sanji-kun, what’re you making?”

Sanji jumps from his place stirring on the counter, surprised at the sound of your beautiful voice.

“Oh my! Has an angel descended down on me to try my humble cooking?” the man swirls around you with hearts in his eyes, eventually bending down on one knee to kiss your knuckles. “It’s nothing special, my dear Y/n-swan. Simply practicing recipes for fruit tarts.”

You cup his cheek. A trickle of blood comes down his nose, but he pulls away from your touch to quickly wipe it away.

“Sounds yummy, Sanji. Could I try one?”

“Of course, mellorine!” Sanji keens. You smile at how cute he is. The blond grabs a fruit tart, which happens to be your favorite fruit, and brings it over to you.

He sits it on a plate in front of you, waiting like a lapdog as he anticipates praise for his cooking. However you don’t move to pick up the tart.

“Y/n…swan?”

“Feed it to me, Sanji-kun?” you say seductively, leaning over the kitchen island so your breasts pop over your crossed arms. Immediately Sanji is staring, but you don’t scold him this time. This was your goal.

“Of- of course, anything for my Y/n-swan,” Sanji stutters. He brings the small tart to your lips, and as you reach the last bite, you grab his wrist.

You decide to be extra bold, and lick a stripe up his finger. Your mouth detaches with a pop, and Sanji looks like he might pass out.

“That was good, Sanji-kun. Do you have any other special treats for me?”

[flickering-chandelier]

Second Chance

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: Reader and Cassian have been friends for centuries, but nobody knows that she’s in love with him. Eventually she meets her mate in the market, but when he breaks her heart, Cassian is there to pick up the pieces, and offer her a second chance at love.

Based on this request! 🩷

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 4.5k

Cassian snickered as he landed on top of you, effectively pinning you beneath him. 

You grunted, “Okay, you win. Get off.”

He cocked his head, grinning. “I don’t know, this is pretty comfy.”

“You’ve proven your point,” you groaned, your head throbbing from hitting it on the ground of the training ring on top of the House. You tried to wiggle out from under him, but it was no use. He was massive, and your body was rendered utterly immobile. 

After another torturous moment, Cassian stood up, offering you his hand. He hoisted you up to your feet and you groaned again. 

“What were you saying about being able to beat me one-on-one?” he smirked. 

You just scowled at him and his smile spread further. He clapped you on the back. You winced at the impact. “Go get some water.”

Normally you would say something snarky about following orders, but your head was still spinning a bit, so you did as you were told without argument. 

You must have looked pretty awful because after a few minutes, Cassian knelt in front of where you sat on the bench, his eyes searching yours. “You okay?”

Nodding as you gulped down more water, you mumbled, “Mmhmm.”

His brow furrowed as he gently felt the back of your head, feeling the growing bump there. “Shit,” he said. “I didn't mean to pin you down that hard. Sorry.”

You shrugged, smiling faintly at your friend. “I knew I couldn’t beat you. It’s my own fault.”

He lightly brushed the hair that had come out of your braid off your face. You pushed down the swell in your chest, as you always did. “I think it’s time for the cool down,” he said, his eyes raking your sweaty, tired body. 

Your eyes widened. “You, the legendary commander of the Illyrian armies, are going to cut training short because you knocked me on my ass?” 

“Only for you,” he winked, offering you his hand again. “Don’t tell anyone.”

You took it, and followed Cassian as he guided you through the stretches. 

This had been your routine for a while. You had been in Rhysand’s inner circle for the last few centuries, and had found your home and family with them. Pretty quickly, you knew you wanted to be useful for more than just your mind, so you had asked Cassian to train you. You had started out at the Illyrian camps, but the way the males there treated you was…unsettling, to say the least. And it made Cassian angrier than you had ever seen him. So now you trained on the top of the House, sometimes accompanied by others, but often it was just the two of you. 

Training with him nearly every day for centuries had brought the two of you very close together. He was definitely the best friend you had ever had. He was your favorite person in the world. The two of you talked about everything.

Well, almost everything.

Even after all this time, butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you watched him, how his muscles stretched and bulged, his brow furrowed in concentration, his tanned skin gleaming with sweat in the morning sun. 

You had been in love with him for a very, very long time.

Frankly, it sucked being in love with your best friend. Your best friend, who flirted shamelessly with nearly everybody, who had a body even the gods were surely jealous of. Who was so kind and good and brave that nobody could ever compare. 

Especially not you.

That was the main problem, really. Why you had never said anything. You knew you could never deserve him, no matter how long you lived. He was legendary. Literally. He was strong, fearless, and so, so kind. And not to harp on this too much but, that body. Compared to him, you were entirely insignificant and you always would be.

So, you suffered in silence. Loved him from afar. And waited for the Mother or the Cauldron or whoever it was that was in charge of your fate and your mate to get their act together.

“What’s running through that pretty head of yours?” Cassian said, glancing over at you.

You reigned in your scowl. Centuries of friendship made it extremely easy for him to read you like a book. “I’m debating whether I hate you for pinning me to the ground like it was nothing, or if I love you for cutting training short,” you said, breathless as you continued to follow him through the stretches. 

He smirked. “Oh, please. You know you love me.”

Rolling your eyes goodnaturedly you grumbled, “Yeah, I know.”

If only he knew. 

---

Inner circle meetings these days were about twenty percent important business, and eighty percent goofing off. 

You loved it.

Seated between Azriel and Amren, with Cassian across from you, you grinned as the warrior picked a fight with Amren.

Azriel and you exchanged amused glances, both knowing that Cassian had never won against Amren, and he certainly wouldn’t start today. 

After they had been squabbling for quite some time about something that you honestly weren’t paying super close attention to, Amren turned to you, snarling, “Can you please tell him he’s a fool?”

Cassian sat back in his chair, clutching his chest, making a great show of being offended.

“Why me?” you asked. 

“He actually listens to you,” Amren said, pointedly raising an eyebrow.

You snorted. “He does not.”

Azriel cut in, smiling faintly. “He does. More than the rest of us, anyway.”

You glanced at Cassian, who just smirked back at you. “What can I say? She’s obviously the smartest one here.”

This, of course, started a whole new round of insults from Amren that left Cassian chuckling to himself, his eyes sparkling as he gazed at you through the entire barrage of Amren’s insults.

Later, you and Cassian were lounging in the sitting room at the House of Wind, after everyone else had wandered off home or gone to bed. 

You were laying down on the couch, reading a book. Cassian was sitting at the far end of said couch, your feet in his lap while he read up on war strategies. 

It was only a matter of time before the romance novel that you were reading got… steamy. 

Cassian immediately noticed the shift in your scent and threw his head back laughing. “Why do you read smut in front of people?”

You kicked his chest lightly, which only made him laugh more. “It’s not like I know when the smutty scenes are going to happen!”

“This one really got to you, huh?” he said, noticing the blush that had risen to your cheeks.

Before you could stop him, he lunged for you, grabbing your book and wrenching it from your hands.

“Noo!” you shrieked, and covered your face in embarrassment as he read aloud.

“His weight on top of me was nearly enough for me to come undone,” he said in a deep, sultry voice. “I couldn’t focus on anything but the power and command in his movements as he grasped both my wrists in one hand and pinned them to the bed above my head.”

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You grabbed for the book, but he was faster and caught you as you moved toward him. His arm wrapped around your waist and he spun you, pinning you to the couch, his weight holding you down for the second time that day.

But, this time was… different. Your bodies were completely flush together, every inch of you touching him. His hair tickled your neck as he looked down at you, your faces a fraction away from each other. 

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, breathing hard. You could smell it on him too now, the lust. In this moment, he wanted you. You knew he did. Heat went through you in a wave.

And he knew it. 

“This is what you’re into, huh?” he said huskily.

You glared at him, but you knew the lust was still shining in your eyes. 

He smirked. “Is that why you baited me during training today? You wanted to feel me on top of you?”

Yes. “No!” You scowled, pushing his shoulders, but he didn’t move. “I baited you because I wanted to see how long I would last.”

Cassian’s smirk turned positively wolfish, his eyes gleaming in a way you’d never seen before.

You groaned, realizing what you just said. “Not like that.” You pushed against him again. “Get off of me, Cassian!”

He dipped his head lower, his lips just a breath away from yours. “Are you sure you want me to?” he said, his voice low, sultry. You could hardly breathe.

No, of course I don’t want you to. I want to stay here forever and ever.

“Yes,” you ground out. 

His lips darted to your lips for the briefest moment before he pushed off of you, sitting on his knees. After a moment, he handed the book to you. 

“I hate you,” you mumbled.

He smirked. “No, you don’t.”

You couldn’t stop your small smile. “No, I don’t.”

---

For days, you felt rattled by what happened that night. Cassian, of course, seemed relaxed as ever, but you felt yourself blush every time you were around him.

You were in the market, your thoughts lost in Cassian as usual, when someone across the street caught your eye.

He was beautiful. The very definition of tall, dark, and handsome. You felt drawn to him in a way you had never felt before, not even with Cassian.

You stopped in your tracks, unable to take your eyes off him.

After a few moments, he looked up and your eyes met.

And you felt it.

The mating bond that snapped into place. That tethered you permanently to this stranger.

And judging from the look in his eyes, he felt it too.

The stranger made his way over to you, his eyes not wavering from yours.

“Hi,” he said when he was in front of you, like he was in a daze.

“Hi,” you said. “You… felt that too, right?”

He nodded. “I never knew what they meant… what it was supposed to feel like…” he trailed off, just staring at you. “I'm Adonis.”

You introduced yourself and didn't know what to do next. For centuries, you had dreamed of the day that you'd meet your mate. But secretly, you had been waiting for the bond to snap into place with Cassian. You hadn't thought about what you would do if it turned out to be a random stranger.

“Do you… want to go for a walk?” Adonis said, clearly equally unsure of what one was supposed to do upon meeting their mate.

You agreed. And just like that, you were getting to know your mate.

---

You found Rhys, Feyre, and Cassian all in Rhysand's study at the river house. They looked at you questioningly as you walked in.

“Are you okay?” Cassian asked, his voice soft, the way it always was when he was worried about you. “You look… weird.”

“I met my mate today,” you said quietly.

Feyre and Rhysand looked ecstatic. Cassian, though, went perfectly still, his skin turning slightly pale.

“What happened? Who is he?” Feyre asked, her eyes wide in excitement.

You shrugged, briefly explaining how you and Adonis met.

“What's he like?” Rhys asked. “Do you like him?”

“I think so?” You said, noticing how Cassian was still as a statue. “I don't know, it's weird. I feel this tug towards him but I don't know anything about him! I mean, he seems… nice.”

Cassian finally unfroze, to look incredulously at you. “Nice?” He repeated. “That's it? Your mate is nice?”

“We went on a walk and yes, he seems nice,” you blanched, feeling like you should defend your mate but not sure how.

Your friends just stared at you, clearly underwhelmed by your declaration.

“What do I do now?” You asked nobody in particular.

“You keep getting to know him,” Rhys said, lovingly wrapping an arm around Feyre. 

You glanced at Cassian, who suddenly seemed very interested in the carpet.

“Okay,” you said. 

Really, what else could you do?

---

Your relationship with Cassian had felt off ever since you and Adonis had started to get to know each other better.

He still trained you every day, but where he used to be bantering and joking around with you, he was now all business, keeping his physical distance from you. 

It was confusing, having to grapple with your ancient feelings for him and these new blooming ones for your mate. 

After a few weeks of weirdness, you finally snapped. “Did I do something to upset you?” You asked as both of you stretched after a particularly grueling workout.

“No,” he grunted. “Why?”

“You've been acting weird for weeks.”

He glanced at you, his eyes guarded. “No, I haven't.”

“Yes you have, Cass. You've barely talked to me,” you tried to hide the pain in your voice. You didn't want him to know how deeply this ran.

Cassian sighed, pausing his stretching to face you, look you in the eye. “You’re right, I'm sorry. I just… I'm sad, I guess. I've been your number one for centuries and now…” he pushed his hair out of his face. “Things are different now.”

You took a step toward him, your heart cracking. “Is that what you think? Cassian, no matter who my mate is, you'll always be my best friend. And… I could really use my best friend right now.”

Guilt clouded his expression. “I'm sorry. I've been a shitty friend,” he said quietly, moving forward and wrapping you in a tight bear hug. “Are you okay?”

Sighing with relief, leaning into his touch, you said, “I don't know. I'm really excited, obviously, that I finally found him. And I do like him. But I'm also… scared.”

He pulled back to look you in the eye. “Scared? Why?”

“What if he doesn't like me?” You asked quietly. You hadn't been able to voice your fears to anybody else. 

Cassian’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why would you even think that? Who wouldn't like you?”

I can think of at least one person, you thought, but shoved it down.

You shrugged, not sure what to say.

He murmured your name, moving to gently hold your face in his hands. “He'd be insane to not like you. I mean it.”

Warmth spread through you at his touch, the softness in his voice. “Thanks, Cassian,” you murmured.

Cassian kissed your forehead, then pulled you back into a crushing hug. “Anytime.”

---

Your gut was a bundle of nerves as you met with Adonis again. The two of you had been getting to know each other for the last few weeks, and while you didn't yet feel an electric shock, you were thrilled to have found your mate.

When Adonis showed up though, your nerves only got worse. The look on his face could only mean that he was about to deliver bad news.

The two of you made your way through awkward small talk until he braced his forearms on the table in front of him, and you knew he was about to get down to business.

“So, look. I know we're mates, and I do feel that bond between us, but I can't help but think that maybe the Cauldron was wrong,” he said casually, as if he were telling you it was going to rain later.

Your heart completely plummeted. You tried to maintain your breathing, keep your voice even. “Why do you think that?”

“The attraction’s just not there,” he said matter of factly.

Mind spinning, you repeated, “the… attraction?”

He nodded, like it was obvious.

“You're saying, you think the Cauldron was wrong… because you're not attracted to me.”

“Yes! I'm so glad you get it,” he smiled.

You just looked at him incredulously. “You're serious?”

“Yes?” He raised his eyebrow in question.

“So, you're… you're rejecting the bond?”

“I think that would be best. Don't you?”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to keep your rising fury locked down. “With the way you're acting right now? Actually, yes, I do think it would be best. You're a terrible person,” you stated, determined to keep your tears from falling until you could make it home.

His eyes narrowed, glaring at you.

And right then, you felt it. Despite your anger, it was still painful to have the bond rejected. It felt like you were being torn apart from the inside out, ripping your very being to shreds.

You gripped the table, centuries of training your body and your mind was the only thing that kept you from crying out as the bond broke.

Adonis felt it too, you knew, because he had gone pale as a ghost, his body trembling slightly. 

When the pain had subsided enough, you pushed away from the table, walking home without a backwards glance.

---

You were supposed to meet Cassian for dinner at the House, but you couldn't bear it. You went to your own apartment instead, laying in your bed in the fetal position for what was probably hours, tears streaming down your cheeks until your head was pounding and your eyes were burning.

It was awful, this feeling. How could he be your mate? How could someone like that be who the Mother wanted you with?

Would you never be good enough for anyone? 

And now your hopes of finding a mate were gone forever. Everyone knew that you only got one chance, one mate.

Why did yours have to be so awful?

A knock on your door roused you from your spiraling thoughts.

You just groaned, knowing that Cassian could hear it.

The door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps as he found you in your bed.

He grimaced as soon as he saw the state of you, his eyes flooding with concern. Instantly he was by your side, kneeling in front of you, holding your hand. “What is it?” He asked, his voice soft despite the tautness of his body.

Your voice came out as barely more than a croak. “He rejected the bond.”

Cassian's rage was palpable, filling the room. “What?”

Ashamed, you hid your face in your pillows. You couldn't tell him why. Didn't have the words in you, and you didn't want him to know how much it hurt.

He swore under his breath, then crawled into bed with you, gingerly wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. You buried your face in his chest, breathed in the scent of him. It almost broke your heart even more, knowing he would never feel for you what you felt for him.

His fingers drew small, soothing circles on your back for a long moment until he broke the silence again. “What happened?” He said quietly.

It was a long time before you could answer. But you knew that if you could tell anyone in the world, it would be him. “He's not attracted to me,” you whispered.

Cassian's entire body tensed, his grip on you tightening. “He said that?” He said with lethal calm.

“He did,” you croaked as another tear slid down your cheek.

“I'm going to slaughter him,” he growled, his body trembling as he sat up, taking you with him. “I'm going to rip his skin off his bones--”

He had moved you so you were straddling him, your hands on his shoulders. “No, you won't,” you said gently.

“Why shouldn't I?” He spat, his eyes dark, his hands gripping your waist so hard, it would surely leave a bruise.

“It wouldn't solve anything,” you said sadly. 

Cassian buried his hand in the hair at the back of your head, forcing you to hold his gaze. “You listen to me. He is wrong. He is awful. You are so beautiful. You are so strong and kind and incredible. Do not let him get to you, okay? This is his loss, not yours,” he said, his eyes locked on yours, alight with so much emotion, your eyes welled with tears again.

He pursed his lips, his eyes softening as he pulled you into him again. You cried into his chest. “Why would the Mother do this to me? Why would she choose him?”

“I don't know,” he said sadly, running his hands through your hair gently. “I don't know. Maybe she made a mistake.”

You sniffed. “I don’t know what to do.” 

He kissed your head softly. “You lean on the people who love you. And then you try to move on.”

You cried even harder, and he held you and held you until your sobs diminished and you drifted off to sleep.

---

Cassian barely left your side in the following weeks, his hands always on you, comforting you. Even when he had to go to the Illyrian mountains, he brought you with him. 

It always did something to you, seeing him in command of all those soldiers. His face stern, his body rigid, barking orders at everyone. Despite all the awful things that had happened recently, it still made your toes curl in your boots. 

But even you could only brave the cold for so long to watch Cassian be in command, so you eventually wandered into Rhysand’s mother’s house, a roaring fire already ablaze when you arrived. 

You sat in front of it, warming your hands, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. 

Weeks after the disastrous meeting with your mate, you were finally starting to feel like yourself again, like other things in life mattered more than the jerk who hurt you.

It was mostly Cassian’s steady, comforting presence that had helped you return to yourself, his relentless insistence that you keep up with your training, that you don’t break your routine no matter how much your heart hurt. 

Cassian had been what was keeping you together for a long time, you realized. 

It was this thought that he interrupted, swinging the door open loudly, the snow billowing in behind him. After he had closed the door behind him, you heard his heavy footfalls stop dead in their tracks behind you.

You turned to look at him in confusion, and then you felt it. 

A bond snapped into place. 

A bond that somehow, after all this time, linked you to Cassian.

Your heart began pounding in your chest, your head spinning. “What--”

Before you could finish the thought, he was on top of you, pinning you to the ground, his lips on yours. You always forgot how quickly he could move, how he could be across the room in the blink of an eye with ease.

A moan sounded from you involuntarily as he cupped your cheek gently with his rough hand, his other on the floor next to your head, keeping some of his body weight off you so you wouldn’t be crushed. This seemed to spur him on even more, his tongue delving into your mouth immediately after you had opened your mouth to him. 

“I knew it,” he groaned, kissing your cheeks, your neck, “I knew it should’ve been me.” 

“Cassian,” you gasped, unable to process what was happening, what he just said--

He growled, kissing you again deeply, rocking his hips against yours.

You hated yourself for doing it, especially since you had been dreaming of this very moment for centuries, but you also needed a moment to think, to process. 

“Cassian, wait,” you said breathlessly, putting your hand on his chest. 

He halted immediately, pulling back to hover over you. “I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s okay,” you said, smiling to reassure him. He was breathing hard, his eyes locked on yours, trying to decipher if he had done something wrong, you knew. “I mean -- we should definitely continue that later, I just… I don’t understand.”

Cassian rose from on top of you, sitting up. You followed, sitting up to face him. “We’re mates,” he said with a soft smile, his eyes shining. “You and me,” he shook his head in disbelief. 

“I thought you could only have one mate? I thought that was it…” you trailed off, unable to form the words.

He shrugged, grinning. “I guess the Mother decided to give you another chance.”

All you could do was stare at him in disbelief. 

Cassian was actually your mate. Cassian.

His brow furrowed, his expression flooding with fear. “Are you upset?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You gazed at him, at your beautiful, incredible mate. “Cassian, I’ve been in love with you for centuries. I’ve never been happier in my life.”

He made a choking sound. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

You bit your lip, pondering how much to tell him. He took your hand in his, scooching closer, hanging on your answer. Finally you leveled your gaze with his. “I don’t deserve you.”

His face contorted in anger then, a look that had never been directed at you before. “Why would you ever think that?”

Incredulously, you gestured to him. “Are you kidding? Look at you! You’re the commander of the Illyrian armies, they’ve literally written about your war tactics in the history books, you’re one of six people in centuries to actually reach Ramiel, you’re so kind and good and--”

Cassian’s lips were on yours before you could continue. “I love you,” he murmured against your lips. “I love you so much.” 

Your heart melted at his words and at his touch. After a few moments, he pulled back to look at you again. “Never say that you’re not good enough ever again. You’ve been in Rhysand's inner circle for centuries for a reason. How do you not see how incredible you are?” 

All you could get out was, “You love me?”

He laughed, the deep sound practically bouncing off the walls, before his expression softened, gazing at you lovingly. “Of course I love you. I was acting so weird after you met Adonis because I had never been so fucking jealous in my life,” he said quietly, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve wished that you were mine for a long, long time.” 

You launched yourself at him and he was ready for you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you kissed him. He laughed against your mouth, holding your body against his. 

Soon, you were completely tangled together, losing yourselves in each other.

Hours later, you were laying on the floor in front of the fire, your legs entwined together, your head on Cassian's chest, his arms around you. 

“After all this time,” you murmured, lost in the memories of all your lonely nights, now knowing that Cassian had felt the same way you did.

He kissed the top of your head. “I'm just glad the Mother finally helped us get together,” he chuckled.

“Me too,” you agreed. “We owe her a lot.”

“We owe her everything,” he said quietly, leaning in to kiss you again. 

You snuggled closer into him, relishing the thought that you would never again be alone.

@loving-and-dreaming @birdsflyhome @hanuh @sheblogs @iambored24601 @thalia-as-blog @evergreenlark @ecliphttlunar

[flippinpancakes64]

i would like The Cullens with an Insomniac! Reader who keeps getting more overworked and can’t sleep due to it, and I would wonder how would they react when the reader gets even more work.

The Cullens with an Overworked! Reader

I am so sorry again for the delay everyone. It’s been a big change for me moving into the dorms and whatnot. I have another story that I’m currently working on too but it’s taking a while so I’m writing this one too.

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

You call him a hypocrite

He’s always so worried about you overworking yourself

But he can’t acknowledge that he does the same thing

His argument is that he doesn’t need rest

But you do

He does his best to force you to relax

He picks up some of your homework, cleans your house for you, forces you to go to bed

But even he can’t stop exam season

When your teachers start giving you more stuff to do every day he honestly gets pissed

But he keeps himself cool

He just picks it up for you

Basically he doesn’t let you overwork yourself

Go to bed

He’s got this

Alice:

She just sort of takes your work

Like you could be working on your fifth work page of math for the night and she just… snatches it

It’s not that she doesn’t take no for an answer

She just straight up doesn’t ask

She’s worried about you

And she tells you all the time

Harps on you pretty often to go to bed

And she is not above sneaking melatonin into your food

She’s done it before

She will do it again

And if you ever even think about taking on more work, she shuts that down instantly

If you picked up an extra project at school or joined another club she is pissed

Like you do not have time for this

If you insist on doing whatever you were doing, she will help

She wants you to be happy more than anything else

Jasper:

He’s the most unfair probably

He doesn’t even try to argue with you about it

He just uses his ability to make you calm and sleepy

Boom problem solved

As for workload

He just does it

Like he takes your work and he does it for you

Does not let you take on more stuff

Like before you can go ask the teacher for more stuff or volunteer he stops you

And if your teachers start dumping more, he just does more of your work

He’s in problem solving mode

Rosalie:

She’s a little pissed off tbh

She would love to be able to go to sleep

And the fact that you’re not doing that frustrates her

Also the fact that you seem to refuse to take care of yourself

You’re pushing yourself in ways that she would

And she’s inhuman

She literally shreds your homework

And then she tells the teacher to back off

Problem solved

And you can’t even think about doing more because she shuts that down just as quick

She wants you to be happy and healthy and sleep well

Emmett:

He doesn’t really understand the thought process behind it

All he knows is that you’re not cuddling with him at night because you’re at your desk

And he won’t stand for it

Is not afraid to drag you away from your work

And if you try to argue he just hits you with the sad eyes

Again, if you get more work, he’s just confused

Like you’re already pulling all nighters, how the hell are you gonna make more time for more shit????

He just does the same thing

He pulls your ass away and back to bed

Esme:

She’s so concerned

She asks Carlisle about what to do for you all the time

I mean, it’s been years since she’s felt the stress of work

So she doesn’t really get it

All she knows is that your eye bags are getting bigger by the day and she can’t stand it

She does her best to kindly encourage you to go to sleep

But when that doesn’t work she just tries her best to help you where you’re at

Doing some of your work for you

Bringing you food to your desk

Maybe making a couple of heated phone calls to your boss

Carlisle:

Probably the best one for this

But then again he is just the best 💙

Anyways

He’s a problem solver

He works with you on how to reformulate your schedule to make it less stressful for you

And he’s of course has all of the medicine you could ever need to go to sleep

He’ll never do anything you don’t want tho

If you don’t want him to talk to your bosses or do your work for you he won’t

He’ll just be there to cuddle with when you do eventually decide to sleep

Vampire! Bella:

She remembers the feeling all too well

Before she moved to Forks and stopped caring about schoolwork she used to be a chronic overworker

All nighters, energy drinks, the whole deal

So she recognizes the signs pretty early

And she doesn’t do too much

She tells you when you should go to bed, but other than that she lets you do you

If you ask her for help with your work she’s more than happy to help

But if you’re the one who signed up for way too many classes, then it’s your job to do them

She’ll just be there later when you want to complain

[katiemccabeswife]

Babysitting

Matilda’s x Reader

Word Count: 615

You take the honour of babysitting Harley and Harper.

As the team walked into the entertainment lounge they heard the melody of “Walk the Dinosaur” through the closed door.

“Oi, who’s in there?” Hayley asked, looking around the group of girls for whoever was missing.

“Y/N was watching Harps and Harls, so I assume it’s them,” Katrina answered.

You had tweaked your hamstring in the last game so you were supposed to be resting it for the upcoming game but you raised your hand for babysitting and you were having the time of your life so were Harper and Harley.

Sam, who was leading the group opened the door as the music ended to see you and the two young girls, posing.

“Mumma!” Both of the girls screamed before running towards their mothers.

“What's going on here, Y/N?” Ellie asked with a smile on her face.

“We dance!” Harley yelled from Tameka’s arms.

“Can you show us!?” Kyra yelled from the back of the group.

Harper screamed in delight and ran up towards you, Harley following closely, both girls tugging you back towards the makeshift stage. You got onto your knees so you were level with the young girls, “Do you want me to do it with you or just help from in front?” You asked as you pretended to whisper.

The girls had agreed that you have to do it with them and so you got into your positions before you played the song from the start.

You started facing with your backs to the girls and started bopping your knees before jumping to face the front and clapping your hands above your head. The girls were eating it up, multiple of them had their phones out filming but you did not falter and held a picture perfect smile on your face, Harps and Harls copying you.

As the song built up to the chorus the three of you started popping your chests with your hands on your hips, all three of you put in 100% effort. As the chorus began you followed the steps sung though the song and you were so proud of the girls beside you for remembering all the moves.

The dance continued with the older crowd clapping and wooing before they found you once again in your finishing positions.

The small crowd that had formed cheered loudly and you bent down again to give the girls high fives.

“Thank you!” You and the girls bowed, “We’ll be here all week!” You joked.

Tameka and Katrina came up and thanked you for watching their girls as well as entertaining the team and many of the girls came up and congratulated you on your outstanding performance.

“Best dancer out there,”

“Didn’t know you were that coordinated?”

“How did you move your hips like that?”

We’re only some of the many questions and statements thrown at you. Everyone over all of the social media platforms loved the performance and the girls from Arsenal made sure to message you to borderline bully you.

“Thank you for looking after me, Y/N,” Harley came up and gave you a hug.

You pouted at the cuteness, “You're very welcome my love, thank you for being such a great dance partner.” You kissed her cheek and tickled her sides making her giggle and run away.

Before you could stand from your crouched position Harper came up and tackled you into a hug, “Thank you for teaching me dancing Y/N/N,” She gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“You are ever so welcome, lovely. You were amazing on the dance floor,” You kissed her nose and picked her up and danced with her again as someone had put on more music.

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Sorry it's kinda shit but I've been having major baby fever lately :) Also why does everyone forget about Harley?!

[gleefullypolin]

Initial thoughts on first watch through of Part 2

I will need to watch the season again a few more times as I was overwhelmed to be sure as a lot was going on. But my quick thoughts on storylines...

I'll start with my least favorite part. Sorry but it's the elephant in the room.

Ben.

I cannot. Every time they wasted screentime to go back to him fucking, I was like. God no, please make it stop. I mean I got it the first three times we showed it. Was it really necessary to keep harping on it. Honestly, shit or get off the pot with Ben's story. I'm bored and I don't know where they are going with this. I'm disinterested now.

Fran/John

This got better for me in the back half than the first half. I took no interest in them in the first 4 episodes. it was a snooze fest and while I would not watch a full season of them, they were cute in the back half and while the "dying breath" line was a bit harsh (seriously writers was that necessary) I'm even less interested in exploring a full season of Fran's actual story, not because it's been gender bended to Michaela, I just don't care for Fran's character. Personal opinion, sorry.

Kate/Anthony

Loved competitive Anthony at game night, we are the same Anthony, truly first borns. Kate has relaxed him for sure tho. Loved how he seemed to truly support his siblings, first with Colin and again with Fran in their choices to marry. Wished we could have seen his face when Pen announced she was LW after he was so clear that there was no way anyone could be her under his nose as RULER over the Bridgerton lands or some shit. Would have been a delight to see, yet...he did once again run off and leave his duty as leader of the Bridgerton family once again. For all this fandom screams that Anthony is the only man of the house with the actual job and responsibility he has yet once again disappeared from it yet again. No matter, there was little of this duo for me to take true aim at this season and thus not much for me to say other than what I have.

So moving on....

Cressida

What is there to say...Who's afraid of the big bad BITCH. Well not Pen. And no one else, for off to the country she goes and good on ya! Sorry, don't let the door hit ya on the way out. I'm not sad to see you and your big ass sleeves go.

Violet/Marcus

Tend that garden girl. TEND THAT GARDEN! That's all I gotta say, S4 is gonna bring Mama Bridgerton her just desserts! It was lovely seeing her navigating the dating mart and being nervous herself. I can't wait to see her needing to lean on Lady D and her children as she tries to figure this out herself next season.

Eloise

I was up, I was down. I was on the floor in anger and tears and then crying with joy. I understood you, I swore at you, I still love you dearly. There is much for you to learn about love and the world and I will welcome you home to do that. I did feel like she grew a lot this season. She was confused by love. Love of Pen, Love of Colin, love of being a woman in society and finding her way in what all of that means again. It was nice to see that. I loved her scenes with Colin and Pen and even with Benedict. I do look forward to her season as I feel like she had the most growth this season and while I feel like Ben's is next (boo) she can't be far behind, though I would welcome them doing her and Ben together in 4 at this point since it takes so fucking long to film these.

The Featheringtons

The most growth came from the family. Portia, Pru, and Phillipa had a lot of growth. Between mama being put in her place, then having to face how she has treated her daughter, how she sees her daughter, and then realizing how her daughter is stronger than she realized was quite the journey. And then beyond that seeing the jealousy the sisters had for Pen all along, the way it burned in them because some part of them always felt that their mama loved her most, favored her most even with her treatment. That all the girls really wanted was love of their mama. Seeing that family all together at the end, not jealous of who had the heir, just happy, with their families was beautiful.

Colin

Oh dear sensitive Colin Bridgerton. You really are a soft angel boy. He was so in love, so smitten and we needed that for him to understand how he felt up front but the moment he found out about Pen, you could feel the heart break, the confusion, the anger, the loss. And it didn't just magically heal. He loved Pen, he knew that but the burn inside to reconcile that he couldnt tear LW from her, couldn't rip it from her soul was literally a dark cloud over him for the back half. I took no issue with his words in anger, the were to be expected. He no more meant them or believed them than the stupid ass words people say in anger or stating he would never court her. They were simply words.

His mother was right. He is sensitive. Sleeping on the couch, pouting everywhere. He could not reconcile his thoughts. Could not get her to give up LW for anything and his brain could not comprehend. It was only when he went back to her letters that he realized Pen was not LW, LW was Pen. He loved ONE woman and they were the same woman. He also needed to stop taking control and stop trying to save the day. Pen was a capable woman and he needed to stop trying to control her.

I think the greatest thing about Colin as a character is that he is a sensitive person who loves wholly. He is able to put away the notion of the MAN needing to be the one who runs things. He lets her be a partner with him, in sex, in life, in their roles. This is shown not just in the fact he lets her take on how to fix the LW situation in the end, but also having her on top in the bedroom in their final sex scene. She's a participant in their marriage, not a submissive wife. This is refreshing in this world and I'm happy to see it in Colin.

Penelope

What a ride for Pen she had. She was faced with giving up her dreams to let Colin thrive in his. And she was willing to do so, lets just preface they gave us that scene where she put away LW for us to transition to Colin finally losing his writers block and happily writing away. She gave it up only to be faced with a challenge and needing to take up the quill again. Pen needed to save the Bridgertons and did so later on but she was willing to give everything up for Colin.

I loved her convos with Gen and how it was another woman who allowed her to see that women did not need to give up their worth for men. AMEN! No one said, Colin needed to give up his dreams but Pen absolutely was able to have hers too. I loved this and then to see her stand up to Colin in their second fight, to let her voice be heard to him and not let him talk over her was also important.

The fact that Pen stood up for herself, diverging from the books where Colin does this for her in the books, having Pen stand up for herself thus saving herself and outing herself to the ton, I liked this. Pen was able to put LW away and use her OWN voice to the ton and explain to everywhere why she created this entire empire. I thought this was beautifully done and then having her let Colin out of the marriage afterwards so that she basically put them now on a level playing field was perfect. His speech at that point should be put in a museum because it leveled me. I think this put them finally into the right place for their marriage and lets them begin as equals. They both have a career, they both have a purpose, they have each other and they do things together. She's not out there alone anymore.

What a fucking journey. God I love this show.

So yeah, I know I'm seeing people upset, they didn't get the spoilers they wanted, didn't get some pieces they built up and you are allowed to feel that way. I think my only gripe I have is that our sex montage was cut from the show and instead we got too much Ben and his tiresome threesome that went no where. So that is my only gripe. Give me that deleted scene and I'll be happy forever. Otherwise....

Polin is life! I loved everything they gave us and I have no complaints.

A+++ They have a happy fan from me.

[poppy-metal]

you get so excited when he writes back. you don’t tell your parents about him, because they never like the boys you bring home anyway, and there’s no need until you actually do bring him home. you’re quite surprised when he does reply, again another thing you didn’t think about, another display of your short sightedness.

hey

thanks for the letter. i don’t get many so yours made my day. you’re a very pretty girl. you know i’m bad don’t you? you shouldn’t be writing to a guy like me. but im happy you did. you said you think im beautiful. tell me more about what you think of me, and what you thought when you watched the trial. what did you think of that cunt of a judge? also, have you done this before? have you spoken to other killers? you have to tell me. i have to know. don’t speak to any others from now on. they might not be as friendly as i am.

yours truly

patrick zweig

aka the hamptons hatchet man xx

you kiss that letter a thousand times and sleep with it under your pillow. you spend hours crafting the perfect reply, while patrick spends his time hoarding his meds to drug guards, and begins stashing away any and all sharp objects he can get his degenerate paws on. anything to reach you before the loose men of the world do.

THE HAMPTONS HATCHET MAN..... stop because him using a hatchet.... swinging it over his head and bringing it down.... I like this visual, I'm seeing it. and thing is he mostly just killed bad people, people who pissed him the fuck off - alot of people feel sympathy for him, especially women. but most of them are cock hounds - they just want a taste of danger without actually knowing what it means. he's kind of disturbed by them. the desperation. he's definitely not the man to harp on about morals, but really?

but there's something about you - you're not horny, for one. you're kind of silly - sweet. you're not writing him because you want a "bad boy" to write you back, you saw something in him you relate to on a deeper level, you feel connected to him on an emotional level. you say you understand what it's like to feel helpless and alone and angry. you're the only girl he ever writes back.

his handwriting is shit - but something about it makes your heart full. the way the ink bleeds in places - the sharp aggressive scrawl. you kiss the paper, blot it with your lip stain.

the connection isn't sexual to start - not for you, anyway. it's not long though that your stomach starts fluttering in your belly at his crude language. a throbbing between your legs you haven't felt before. you wanted to be friends. let him know he had a friend.

he keeps saying fuck in his letters, though. keeps calling you things like sweetheart and good girl and princess - and it makes you feel funny. you feel so guilty, you've never felt this way before.

do you tell him? maybe he can explain these feelings to you. he's much more experienced and he's your friend. he would be honest with you, upfront.

I dont want you to be mad at me - but my feelings are changin' towards you. not in a bad way - I don't think. I'm not sure, actually. maybe it's bad. I care about you. you're my friend. but sometimes...... sometimes when I think about you and the way you speak to me I feel a little funny. it's like butterflies but down there.... you know in my private place. I know it's inappropriate to talk about it - mama would beat my hide for even mentioning my private parts to another man. I'm just so confused. it gets wet. almost like an ache. but not the ache I get in my stomach when it's my monthly - that's a bad ache. this feels different. I know there are things I don't understand that other people do. would you tell me? I don't like not understanding what's happening to my body. I don't think it's bad. if I had to pinpoint it - I'd say it's almost good. but too much good. I'm sorry I'm botherin' you with this. I just trust you more than anyone else. with everything. with me.

[chukys-mouthguard]

What is, what isn’t

Words: 2.56k

Genre: angst

Pairing: vince dunn x female reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating, pregnancy/loss of pregnancy, toxic relationship

Note: i have no clue where this idea came from, but hopefully the anon who requested angst with vince dunn likes it?? 🫶🏼

You’d lost track of how long you’d been staring at the front door waiting for it to open. The Seattle city lights shining brightly through the window. Accompanied by a floor lamp and the tv illuminating the room.

Your phone sat on the table, not once alerting of a single text or call from Vince. Thinking the worst wasn’t something you enjoyed doing, but it unfortunately had become the norm with him. Not knowing if he was truly out with the guys, or seeing another random girl behind your back. Yet, you still stuck around. Because you loved him. And you wanted it to be better.

The door had finally creaked open, Vince appearing from behind it as he attempted to slowly sneak inside. As quiet as he could, though he should’ve known you’d still be up.

Clearing your throat, you made your way into the kitchen. Vince tossing his keys on the counter as a cocky smirk came across his lips.

“I thought I told you not to wait up.”

His arms crossing over his chest as you soon mirrored him, the two of you finding your places in the kitchen as you both could sense an argument brewing.

“Yeah, you said that last time and you went out and fucked a girl behind my back, so sorry if I didn’t fully trust you.”

Vince tried to bite his tongue, not wanting to bring up old issues. Though clearly they were not just old issues, they were still very raw and present.

“Still holding that over my head I see.”

He scoffed as he moved towards the fridge, opening a beer and chugging almost half of it immediately. “You fucking cheated on me Vince, I have every right to hold that over your head!”

He wasn’t the type to harp on past issues or fights, but this one came up frequently with you two. And for good reason, your trust in him was gone. Vince didn’t particularly try to earn that trust back, especially when he joked about sleeping with someone behind your back.

“So I can’t do anything anymore? I’m not allowed to go out with friends? I can’t do anything without you assuming I’m cheating?”

His tone only adding to your frustrations, it was as if he believed he was the victim in all of it. That you were just being an insecure girlfriend. But you knew Vince too well, you knew that I promise I won’t do it again, simply meant I promise I won’t get caught this time.

He had a reputation, plenty of his teammates were the first ones to rat him out. They’d seen how ride or die you were for Vince, going to the ends of the earth for him. Only to be mistreated and made to look like a fool. But you also did it to yourself, still here in this apartment to this day despite knowing the ways he’d hurt you.

“Would you trust you?”

That smirk, cocky as fuck, coming across his lips saying all you needed to know.

“Exactly my point!”

Throwing your hands in the air you retreated to the couch, head in your hands as you were at the breaking point. Growing tired of this cycle, it was unhealthy. The stress you were under every time he walked out the doors, not knowing what he was doing, or who.

“I’ve admitted to the shit I did, I’ve been honest. But it’s like you won’t let us try and get back to a good place!” “Because I know it’s bullshit!”

Your scream practically echoing throughout the apartment as he was taken aback. Sure the arguments between you two weren’t uncommon, but you never raised your voice like this.

“How? Please tell me, I’d love for you to prove I’m a liar.”

Bringing the beer back to his lips as he raised an eyebrow at you, only fueling your anger and making it easier on you to keep this argument going.

Opening up a text thread from a group chat you had with a few of Vince’s teammates, you slid your phone across the coffee table. “Plenty of evidence there, as recent as tonight.”

His gaze flashing from you to your phone before he opted to take a look, a bit of anger manifesting after seeing which of his teammates had been the ones to rat him out.

“Okay, so why are we even talking then? Clearly you’re done. You don’t want to be with me because I clearly haven’t changed, so why are you still here?”

“You think I just want to walk away? If it were that easy, I would’ve done it months ago! I never would’ve come with you to Seattle. I would’ve walked out the night I found out you cheated, but I couldn’t.”

“Why not? It seems pretty easy for you to jump down my throat right now. Easy for you to tear me to pieces. Make it seem like I’m a piece of shit who doesn’t care about you.”

His tone, demeanor, everything was irking you even more. The attitude that this conversation was pointless or unwarranted. But that was Vince’s problem, never a conversation just move on and get over it.

“Because I love you Vince! Because I felt like this was worth fighting for having been together for fucking 4 years…because I was-“

Stopping yourself from almost smiling a secret you’d kept from Vince, never telling him after the cheating incident. His eyes squinting in confusion as he looked to you to continue.

“You were what?”

Not noticing you were crying until your tears fell onto the skin of your thighs, trying to hold it in but it was too late. You would have no choice but to open up to him now.

“Vince…I, I was pregnant.”

His eyes wide as he’d reached for the arm of the couch to steady him as he sat down. The words taking a moment to fully resonate with him as he’d searched for a response. “You, you were pregnant? When?”

“I wasn’t fully ready to tell you yet, wanting to be sure it wasn’t a fluke. But then you cheated on me, the fight we had that night I found out was so awful. And, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you because I was so fucking angry! The man I love, who I’ve thought about marrying and having a family with, who I could’ve had a family with at that time, went out and fucked another girl. Imagine being in my shoes with all of that Vince!”

Your tears falling freely as you’d finally let go of the secret you’d been keeping from him for god knows how long. Though the pain still feeling like it all happened yesterday.

“So, because I cheated you went and got a fucking abortion or something? You could’ve told me, you didn’t need to go that route y/n!”

Shaking your head, you quickly denied the accusation. “Fuck no I didn’t get an abortion! I could never have done that! But you really think that me being pregnant and the idea of us having a kid would’ve been good for us at that time? As if a child would’ve somehow magically fixed us? Fixed you falling out of love with me?”

The room silent as Vince had no words, the news of him being a father gone as soon as presented. His heart aching knowing that never became a reality for him. That it never became a reality for you two, together.

“I had a miscarriage…when you were off with the guys on some long weekend trip to Cabo or wherever you went, pulling more of your antics, I was here. Dealing with it all alone. And you never even had a clue. Living your best fucking life in Mexico while I’m mourning the loss of our child you didn’t even know existed.”

Vince’s head in his hands as he didn’t want to hear another word, the idea of your suffering through all of that alone too much for him

“I, I didn’t know. You can’t blame me for that when I had no fucking clue.”

Sniffling as you tried your best to suck up your tears, you were almost laughing at his response. “So that makes it okay? For you to continuously go behind my back, cheat and be unfaithful to me. It’s all okay because you didn’t know I was pregnant? Because you didn’t know I lost our baby? Vince, nothing will ever make what you’ve done to me okay!

You’re own fucking teammates expose the shit you do to me, they don’t care anymore if you find out. Because they see what a shitty guy you are. None of them knew I was pregnant or had a miscarriage, they just knew what you were doing was wrong.”

Vince finished the rest of his beer, before he threw the bottle at the wall. Making you flinch as the pieces scattered cross the floor. You attempted to get up and clean the mess, but Vince stopped you. Telling you not to bother and he’d worry about it later.

“What do you want me to say? Because clearly nothing I say at this point is going to make any of this okay. It’s not going to make anything better, god forbid it’s not going to bring our fucking baby back.”

You shrugged as you didn’t have an answer, not necessarily expecting him to say anything to fix things. Not sure if anything he said would change how you felt.

“For so long, I’ve wanted you to apologize. To admit you’ve fucked up in the past. And just tell me you love me, that you didn’t mean to hurt me. That, the cheating was not the man you truly are. I, I wanted so much from you for so long. But, now, I just don’t think I care. I don’t think I need anything from you. Because I need to do what’s best for me. And that isn’t staying around, waiting for you to go back to being the man I fell in love with. The man I wanted to raise that baby with. I can’t wait for you to wake up and realize what you have in me.”

Vince nodded his head, nothing you’d said was wrong or too far. Everything was valid, and he couldn’t deny it. But, despite knowing this relationship wasn’t healthy for either one of you, he still loved you. After all the shit he’d put you through, there was clearly a reason he came back to you every night, regardless of what he’d been out doing.

“So, this is it? You’re done, for good.”

“To be honest I think I’ve been done for a long time, I was just waiting for the day you proved me wrong. But, it looks like all you’ve done is prove me right Vince.”

The two of you sat in silence as neither one of you knew what to say. Vince eventually heading to pack a bag, surely he’d find a teammate to crash with for the night. You took the opportunity to clean up the mess his shattered beer bottle made on the living room floor, slightly laughing at it being a metaphor for your relationship, how you always were the one to try and pick up the pieces.

“Y/n, I really do love you.”

Ignoring his words you’d tossed the glass in the garbage can, returning to wipe up the small puddle of beer that was left behind.

“I’m being serious. I, I never meant to hurt you. And, I’m an idiot for doing the things I did. For you to have to go through this with me, being pregnant, then losing the baby. And you kept that a secret, that breaks my heart. You never should’ve had to go through that alone, and I wish I could change it all. I wish I could bring our baby back, I wish I could be the man you fell in love with like you want.”

“But you can’t.”

Your tone caught him off guard, no longer sad, just angry. Angry at the fact that he still was trying to make things okay, he still was trying to sneak his way back into your good graces and get you to not walk away from him.

“You can’t change any of it. Vince, you clearly do not love me. Everything you did to me, I don’t care if you didn’t know about the baby or any of it, I didn’t deserve any of that. Yet I’ve stuck by your side through all of it, and now I’m done. I'm done being made to look like a fool, believing you’re someone you clearly aren’t. So wish all you want Vince, but you cannot change any of it.”

He’d tried his best to hold in any tears, but you could see it hurt him to know he’d truly lost you this time. No sweet talking could fix the mess he made. He’d used all his chances, and finally pushed you to a point where you’d given up hope and trying.

“I still meant what I said. I will always love you.”

He slowly made his way to the door, duffle bag over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys from the island. You’d trailed behind, waiting for him to walk out and not come back. To no longer have to sit and stare at the door wondering where he was. Wonder if he would walk through the door drunk, or having just left a random girl's place. The idea of no longer needing a group chat with his teammates to expose his unfaithfulness like a weight being lifted from your shoulders.

“Can I, just, was it a boy or a girl?”

The pain in his eyes as he asked the question was enough to stir your emotions. You knew the answer he’d hoped for, the two of you having talked about it numerous times in your relationship. Picking out a name, a nursery theme, the whole nine yards. And deep down, you thought that maybe it would’ve been the blessing you both needed, for things to finally change. But now, having lost the baby, it was more apparent that it was an even bigger sign, to show you that you didn’t have to stay.

“It was a baby girl.”

Vince bit his lip, doing his best to fight every tear that threatened to fall. His heart shattered at your words. Wishing he could hold you as he saw you fighting your own emotions, trying to be strong though he knew you still were hurting inside.

“I’m sorry.”

His voice shaky as he could barely speak the words, clutching his duffle bag tight as he’d finally made his way out the door. Before he could turn around and try to finish off his apology you’d closed the door, emphasizing that you were done with the click of the deadbolt.

As you made your way back to the couch, the Seattle city lights still shined brightly through the window. The floor lamp now off, as the only thing keeping you company was the lull of the tv. Laying down, you enjoyed the feeling of your back to the door, not having to keep an eye, or wonder when it would open, and when Vince would stumble through it.

[yeoblurbs]

[11:48] Wooyoung x Reader

when Wooyoung breaks up with you, you find yourself at a loss.

love seemed so unattainable on days like these; while you laid on your bed with your head smushed on the pillow beneath you, love seemed as though it were a mere dream, and nothing more. with a hollow heart and tear-stained cheeks, you sniffle through the piles of soaked tissues that surround you on your bed. disgusting, some might say, but heartbreak tugs at the strings that are intertwined within you, playing your love as though it were a broken harp as you begin to lose sight of yourself.

your empty eyes stare into nothingness as your mind traces back to the events that led you here; alone and miserable. alone and bitter.

and the bitter truth is exactly that; bitter. you cry through blubbering words that leave a sour taste on your tongue. you are bitter and miserable. misery, you suppose, is an emotion that makes you feel as though you dropped your favorite drink on yourself, staining the fabric that coats your skin as it sticks to your flesh like a leech. what a fool you are, drowning in bitter misery as you scream for help, pointlessly clawing your way up yet only sinking deeper.

your ringtone breaks you out of your self pity, but you ignore it. but then it rings again, and again. and suddenly you have to face reality again. you lift your head, wiping your cheeks as you check your phone.

your heart skips a beat.

it’s Wooyoung.

you aren’t sure what he wants, nor are you interested you are interested. he broke up with you, for what reason you aren’t sure yourself, so why would you grant him the opportunity to speak with you now?

it was angering. the idea that he got to say his piece as he broke things off but you hadn’t gotten a moment to speak for yourself and communicate how you felt.

but then again, here you were crying over him for the nth time this week. your breakup was fresh; just two weeks ago you were happy and together.

you breathe in heavily; heartbreak was exhausting.

your doorbell rings, causing you to lift your head as you check the time on your phone; 11:56pm, it reads. you are scared to check who it is that is at your apartment so late. you walk with soft steps, careful as you grab a knife from your kitchen and peek through the hole. but what you see isn’t a stranger; it’s Wooyoung.

you place the knife back, taking a deep breath before you open the door.

“What the fuck, Wooyoung?” you ask flatly.

he sniffles, hand moving to wipe beneath his eyes as he looks at you. he looks like shit, you notice. his hair is tousled, his cheeks look flushed and his eyes are red rimmed. you want to scoop him up and provide him all the love you have to offer.

but the reality was that this was your ex. you had to ask what he was doing. “Hello? Wooyoung?”

“Y/n.” he croaks. the sound of his voice makes your legs tremble and you ache to pull him in a hug, but you refrain.

you figure you can’t leave him out there so late. “Come in, Wooyoung. Don’t just stand there.”

he takes a step forward, slow and hesitant, until you gently grab his sleeve and tug him in. he takes a seat on the couch as you prepare a hot green tea; you weren’t sure what else to serve in the middle of a wintery night.

you hand him the cup and he takes it with both hands, sweater paws covering the majority of the mug as he blows on it. he looks so small and vulnerable, you almost feel bad, until you remember he was the one who broke up with you. you had no idea what he was doing in your apartment here tonight.

“I don’t understand, Wooyoung. What are you doing here at this time?” you ask, voice as steady as you can possibly manage.

he places the mug down, fiddling with his fingers. “I wanted to talk.”

your brows furrow, “Talk about what? I thought you said everything you needed to?”

he shakes his head, sniffling once more. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I’m selfish and I missed you, so I decided to come here.”

he looks up at you with wide eyes, “Do you want me to leave?”

your heart breaks, and what little resolve you had to be firm is gone. because the truth was, you were extremely soft for Wooyoung.

you shake your head, “No, but what do you mean you missed me? You broke it off, remember?”

his eyes fill with tears as he wipes them uselessly. he fists his hands, digging them into his eyes as you take steps forward and tug his hands away. you crouch down in front of the couch, “Talk to me, what’s wrong?” you ask softly.

his behavior is concerning, and you find the fragile demeanor to be heart rendering. because yes, you too, were heartbroken right now, but he looked just as bad, if not worse than you.

“I’m sorry, you deserve better than me but I still can’t help but love you,” he cries as he speaks, choking on the soft sobs that escape his lips. you shush him quietly, rubbing his back.

“What do you mean, baby? What are you talking about?” you run a hand through his hair, heart melting as he leans into it.

he tugs at his lip with his teeth, “You deserve someone better than me. So I left. But… M’ a selfish idiot who still needs you.”

he looks down at his lap, hiccuping as tears stream down his face, “You deserve someone like Jaewon. He’s perfect.”

your legs begin to hurt from the position, so you move to sit next to Wooyoung. you gently place your hands on his face, positioning it to face you. “Baby, who told you this? Was it Jaewon? I’ll beat the shit out of him right now.”

Wooyoung’s eyes go wide, an abrupt smile taking over his face, though it vanishes just as quickly. the sight makes your heart stutter, however you are still wondering who told him that you deserve better than him.

“Nobody told me, I just know.” he says quietly.

you tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, “Okay, well that’s just not true.”

you take a deep breath. “I have loved you for a while now, Wooyoung. You have given me the love I didn’t know I wanted; I needed.” you wipe a tear that falls from his eye, “It’s not fair for you to make the decision yourself on what I deserve. I want you, so who are you to deprive me of that?”

more tears cascade down his cheeks, “You still want me?”

you nod your head. “Always and forever, my love. If you’ll have me.”

he cries, throwing himself into your arms as his body shakes with his sobs. tears fill your eyes as you hold him close, running your hand up and down his back, before raking it through his hair as you kiss the top of his head.

the two of you lay on the couch for another twenty minutes, before you force him up and into the bathroom to change into an old pair of clothes he left over. you clean up your bedroom, tidying the bed as you wait for him to finish up. he emerges from the bathroom as he rubs at his eyes tiredly. you smile at the sight, walking to him and kissing his cheek. his face turns pink at the action, causing you to giggle at his shy look.

you get ready for bed next, somewhat rushing as you’d like to be in bed and sleep well for the first time in two weeks.

when you step out of the bathroom, you look to see Wooyoung drowning in the covers. he looks small, and you sigh at the sight. you walk to the side, turning off the light before sliding beneath the covers. he pokes his head up at your appearance, eyes drooping as he gravitates towards you. the moment his skin touches yours, he dives into your chest, arms wrapping as closely to you as possible.

you smile at the action, patting his head softly as he succumbs to sleep. “Love you, Y/n.” he slurs.

you kiss his head in response, “I love you too. Now, sleep.”

the two of you still had lots to discuss tomorrow, but you find comfort in knowing that he was there and not going anywhere. in the end, you suppose, love was not unattainable.

unedited drabble except I can’t write angst without adding a happy ending.

@scuzmunkie ;>

[thefallennightmare]

HC Tuesday ❤️❤️ can you write about reader bumping into Noah out somewhere and she truly doesn't recognize him. Maybe she's more of a book girlie 👀👀 (if you catch my drift hah) and doesn't really listen to much other than classic as she plays some type of instrument (violin, harp, atc) so she hasn't heard of BO. He's stoked to talk to someone who doesn't see him as a famous person, but just Noah.

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"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!" You exclaimed when you bumped into the large body.

You had your head deep in your book that you weren't paying attention to where you were walking, nearly stumbling over your feet.

Your book dropped to the floor and when you glanced up at the man in front of you, you sucked in a breath.

Bright almond eyes stared back at you, ginger facial hair peppering the skin around his mouth, and tattoos peeking out from the white tank top he wore. He had a hat low on his head, almost as if he was trying to hide who he was.

"It's alright," his voice was deep, rumbling in his chest as he watched your face intently.

A red hue covered your cheeks, your skin feeling hot underneath his gaze.

"I should have been watching where I was going," you muttered over the surprisingly quiet street of Los Angeles.

It was late afternoon and you were headed to the local cafe you loved to frequent. Ready to curl up on their large sofas, reading your book.

The man scratched at the snake and apple tattoo on his neck. "Seemed like whatever you were reading was pretty interesting."

"Shit!" You cursed when you noticed your book still on the ground.

The man noticed as well and bent at the knees to pick it up, your eyes immediately noticed more tattoos on his back.

"The Losers?" He peaked a brow at the cover of four shirtless men. "What's it about?"

Quickly, you snatched the book away from him, his skin brushing against yours causing a fire to ignite deep in your belly.

Typically you didn't care if people saw you reading a book full of sex in public. Especially one that was filled with sex of one girl with four other guys.

But something about this stranger made you nervous, in a weirdly good way.

"It's uh-," you hugged the book to your chest. "It's kind of hard to explain."

He chuckled while rising back to his full height, towering over you. "Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of your afternoon."

There was something in the way he watched you, almost wondering if you were going to recognize him, but that would be futile. You'd never seen this man before.

Giving him a small smile, you apologized once again for running into him before slipping inside the cafe.

It was packed and you were lucky to find a spot in the far-off corner, hidden away from others.

With your fresh cup of coffee sitting on the table in front of you, you curled up on the couch to spend the next long while reading.

"Is this seat taken?"

You glanced up from your book to see the man from earlier standing in front of you, pointing to the open spot on the couch next to you.

"Are you following me?" You teased.

He shrugged. "I saw a pretty girl walk into a coffee shop with a book about sex. Piqued my interest."

Now your cheeks were on fire and while clearing your throat, you motioned to the spot next to you, he quickly sat down.

For the rest of the afternoon, you two talked about a lot of your shared interests.

When it came to the topic of music, that's when his oddly staring before began to make sense.

"I tend to listen to a lot of softer music. I play the violin so I like the classical side of things."

"So you never heard of Bad Omens?" He rested his arm alongside the back of the couch, his fingers softly grazing over your shoulder.

You shook your head. "Nope, should I have?"

He rubbed at his chin with his other hand. "Considering it's my band, I'm shocked you haven't."

"Oh that explains all the tattoos!" You snapped your fingers with a playful smile.

His chuckle rumbled underneath his broad chest and you bit your lip at the sight of him.

He really was gorgeous.

Not just his physical appearance but his mind as well. The way he spoke so elegantly about things.

"Let me guess, guitar player?"

He laughed again, the noise making your stomach flutter. "Yes and no. While I do play guitar, for the band I sing."

"Hm, maybe I'll have to check you out sometime," you winked.

He leaned closer, his breath fanning over your lips. "Anytime you want."

[liliesandparchment]

[Mid Ep2]

Colin: *finds her, softly smiley*

Pen: *walks to him* Good evening

Colin: *blushy smile*

Pen: How is your hand?

Colin: Much better, thanks to you.

Pen: Im sorry again for reading your writing. But you truly write so well. You make it seem effortless which is so difficult to do.

Colin: *blushing profusely*

Pen: I’d very much like to read more one day if you would let me.

Colin: Pen, if that is true why did you not reply to my letters? I did send you so many.

Pen: *nervous* I was angry at you for what you said and I did not wish to be reminded of it all.

Colin: Oh. So you did not read them?

Pen: *suddenly defensive* I did not say that.

Colin: *heated eye contact*

Pen: *drinks nervously*

Colin: *smirky* I will consider your request if you speak to at least one lord tonight.

In todays serving of delulu i have written a bunch of cut/missing scenes type shit that should’ve happened pertaining to the letters yes i am harping on about that i realize but the devils bunnies do what they do don’t question the poor medium trying to breathe till the 13th

[peachhcs]

https://www.tumblr.com/peachhcs/752814856243232768/could-you-imagine-the-pure-angst-if-sammy-had?source=share

Yes!

She's clearly hurt and Will keeps seeing videos of her in pain and its killing him

He knows it will affect her psychologically too

“you saw the headline?” gabe questioned as soon as he answered his phone with will on the other end.

“yes i saw the headline. is she okay?” the blonde nibbled on his bottom lip to the point where blood started forming.

“no one really knows. she walked off the field with the athletic trainer and then they went back into the complex. there hasn’t been any updates,” gabe explained the situation while watching the game continue on without their best player.

“fuck,” will mumbled, a nervous hand running through his curls.

“maybe you could text her? check-in?” the darker-haired boy continued after hearing his friend’s worry.

“did you forget she blocked me?” the blonde rolled his eyes.

“oh, right. shit. sorry. i’ll tell her you asked about her then.”

“no, no. don’t. don’t do that. she doesn’t wanna hear from me, let alone know her ex is being weird and creeping on her,” the hockey player huffed.

gabe stayed silent for a moment. anytime he heard will making terrible excuses for himself, the boy had to take a minute so he wouldn’t harp on him for being stupid.

“wait, i think there’s another update,” gabe said when he felt his phone buzz in his hand. he clicked into the new notification from umich athletics themselves.

SAMY HUGHES WILL BE OUT FOR THE REST OF THE GAME FOR A SHOULDER INJURY. OUR TRAINERS ARE WORKING CLOSELY WITH HER TO MONITOR. RETURN IS UNKNOWN.

“shit, i just saw it. that’s gonna kill her not being able to play,” will said, frowning as he read the headline over and over again.

his eyes bounced down to a reply in the thread that linked the video footage of the hit. the blonde clicked into the 20 second video where he watched the girl from the other team plow into samy sending her straight to the ground. he watched her lay there without getting up until her teammates began crowding her.

“hey, i gotta go, but i’ll text you updates. ryan and the guys and i are gonna go see if we can see her,” gabe’s voice broke will back into reality. he clicked out of the video with a shake of his head.

“okay, thanks. talk to you later,” they hung up after that.

will’s gaze flicked towards the clock on the wall. he had to be at the rink in half an hour, but the idea of even playing hockey right now was so far from his mind after watching samy get hurt.

his heart ached knowing he wasn’t there and he didn’t have any way of reaching out to her besides through the guys.

[crushedsweets]

h music moon anon back again

what instruments do u think each creep would play? i think toby would play drums or something as an outlet for his emotions

tim plays an ancient acoustic guitar that’s missing like 2 strings and the wood is literally rotting (he’s had it since like 1999 and refuses to get rid of it)

nina sings. she defo had a yt cover channel at one point

unsure for the rest.. hm

- 🌙

oo. omg. yes. i like this. just a reminder that i really have no experience with instruments but i think its cool. half/most of these characters DON'T play in my au, BUT IF THEY DID....

toby and drums for sure, BUT realistically his parents would never let that happen in their house and he wouldn't really wanna put in the effort to get a drum set to the cabin. but listen. harmonica toby. yeah. not expanding

tim and acoutstic guitar but its fucked up and ugly and he only keeps it because he's attatched to it but its so bad

nina singing is also sooo fucking canon. she'd prob try to learn guitar at some point but then realized she had to cut her nails and callous her fingers, so she gave up immediately LMFAOO

brian... mmm... honestly guitar is pretty fitting for him too. he'd be one of those guys at parties who starts playing and he's so incredibly mediocre at it.

i feel like i could see like. childhood kate playing the piano cuz her mom wants her to. but she was always complaining and whining and getting mad about it, and then her life was ruined by the operator when she was like 14, so.. she couldnt play even if she tried

natalie also wouldnt play anything, but i could see her like having one of those fucked up out of tune pianos thrown in the barn that she found for free on the side of the road and had to get tims truck to move it. idk if anyone knows rio romeo, but how their piano sounds basically.. WHICH I LIKE. i love it.

jack and liek a fucking flute. i legit have no reason to explain this, but jack and a flute. bros lung capacity is crazy

sally and . yall know how lisa simpson is with the saxophone or whatevr. yeah. little sally with a saxophone half her size

ben also would not play shit, but i could see him trying to make music with like. the computer. i really dont know what its called but im sure u guys get what im talking about

NOW JEFF. jeffs parents would have let him get a drum set in the garage (he wouldve bullied his own parents into agreeing to it). he wouldve thought he was sooo fucking cool and soooooo fucking funny when he was so severely NOT.

liu and another like, flute clarinet saxophone type thing.. mayhaps the piano. something classy or whatever i guess

jane and the piano. cannot accept anything else.

lulu and.. the harp... her family was crazy rich growing up...... she plays the damn harp.

ann and a violin. cant explain it. sorry. but ann and a violin.

sadie and something goofy and like playful like a tambourine.. dancing around slapping the thing and her dress is all bouncing w her and aww.

dina and also something like classy i guess. im inclined to put her w the harp too cuz like angel wings and yeah idfk . but theres no way more than 1 of them plays the harp so ill put this bitch on the piano !!!

[monsieuroverlord]

My honest reaction to this week's comics:

Spoilers Under the Cut:

Wolverine #50:

FREEDOM!

The ending wrapped up a little too neat, much like X-Force did.

Basically, before the battle against Graydon could even comence, Sabretooth got him first with a lethal blow.

I was kind of expecting a bit of a fight, but okay.

Also, Logan's a godddamn hypocrite:

How much have the writers just kind of glossed over? I'm guessing they've never read Remender's X-Force at minimum.

Like, Logan acting like killing your own son is inconceivable? It would've made more sense for Logan to harp on his angst regarding his own son here.

Sabretooth lures Logan to the heart of former Krakoa to be captured by the residue pit, but it just ripped his armor off.

But the side purpose of the armor is to reactivate his healing factor (because fuck it, of course it is).

The X-Force crew subdues Sabretooth, but Logan faces him one-on-one, and hacks him to bits as revenge.

This panel was actually a cool visual (artist did amazing):

With Akihiro front and center :(

And also Logan realizes (once again) that he's happier with "family" -- both found and blood family.

Laura doesn't get to react to her brother's death.

Phoebe turns off the Quire-head device (but we already know he's going to be resurrected anyway)

No Beaubier twin cameos.

Even Logan's man-pain is absolutely glossed over. Weirdly, he's not hating himself enough for a man who just lost his beloved son.

(I thought we were pretending that everything was fixed off-panel and he loves his son)

(The only other Akihiro cameo in this book. At least he doesn't have a beer this time)

Like, I know denial is a stage of grief, and its not unheard of to compartmentalize things, but we could still have had a moment where Logan just ~breaks~ at the end, you know? Like it all comes flooding in after the war is over and won.

I'm sorry, the ending was weirdly too hopeful for my tastes. It comes across as very shallow to me.

In general, I think the writing between Akihiro and Logan just lacks a lot of depth.

The most we've gotten from this writer is a brief mention or small moment here or there -- for example Jeff Bannister had mentioned once that Logan told him about Itsu during one of their hang-out sessions (from the Wolverine ongoing). Or Logan conisistently referring to Akihiro as "my son" with a more positive connotation.

There's just no real depth being built between Logan and Aki -- not even in monologue form. No reflection on how his son has grown and changed, become a hero, no thoughts on Itsu -- there used to be a time when Logan couldn't even look at his son without thinking about Itsu.

Its not like Akihiro was a product of a one-night stand -- he was originally a WANTED child. Logan not only married Itsu, but also knew he was gonna be a father before all that shit went down.

I'm just not seeing the expected reactions of man who was granted the opportunity to reconnect with his long-lost child in a relatively healthier format, only to lose him AGAIN. After implied healing progress was finally made. AND in a BRUTAL fashion -- that alone should be tramatizing.

Just in general, the writing style is great for a comic book format, but also, I think a lot of the plotline choices/character development are lacking if you've read up on Akihiro (and other characters in general -- Laura is written a little odd, like a mini-Logan)

As far as the side story by Larry Hama/Daniel Picciotto -- it was fun. It was a nostalgia trip. I have nothing to add and I liked it.

We also got ink pages (unlettered/uncolored) for the upcoming Wolverine series out in September -- Kurt is tracking down Logan, who is living with wolves again.

Hellverine #1

Oddly, I don't completely hate it yet. Like this issue had quality set-up, but its weird. The plot choices are weird. The implications of what's happening are weird. It's all weird. It's too weird to bash yet.

But its not bad writing, in terms of quality. The story flows well, it kept my interest -- but I still have reservations regarding upcoming plot deicisions.

Essentially, Akihiro, possessed by the spirit of Bagra-Gul, is going around hunting bad guys -- human traffickers, a corrupt priest, a cannibalistic supper club, etc.

The secret underground Pentagon organization is also trying to figure out the Hellverine is doing. They had harnessed Hellfire and infused into a bunch of of deceased elite soldiers--who immediately went rogue and escaped. But Aki/Hellverine showed up and tried to stop them -- presumably sensing the Hellfire stuff going on. But they managed to blow him up and escape while he healed.

In response, the Pentagon organization captured Logan, believing him to be the Hellverine (to be fair -- in the demon form, it looks a lot like him with a flaming skull). The head of the org interrogated him, lying about the Hellfire soldiers' origin, so Logan agreed to help him locate the Hellverine to take the soldiers down. Upon reviewing the video -- particularly at the moment of explosion, Logan recognized his son's tattoo.

The issue ends on a cliffhanger, with Aki going "flame-off" to reveal his beautiful face.

So Aki is NOT part of the secret underground Pentagon organization like I thought. He is an oddity. I'm assuming as this progresses, we'll find out why -- I'm currently assuming its an old shell, like a Krakoan era resurrection that was never disposed of properly, you know? Then mix it with demon-magic.

I still don't get the all the stitches -- I mean, if its an old shell, it would explain the mohawk (I miss the long, fluffy hair already. I mean, I guess the mohawk is more iconic, but he already has a unique tattoo, let him change up his style for a bit longer. I never got my messy hair-down panel ☹) .

But also, he 100% looks like Logan with a flaming skull in his demon form. Like, the tattoo canonically disappears, and he's short and hairy, and has Logan's claw placement.

The implications of it are weirding me out -- like I know Aki canonically has his father's shoulders, but he's taller and I've always headcanoned him having a relatively slimmer/wiry build overall. Mostly taking after his mama with hints of his father here and there. I guess it could be explained away with demon magic transformation, but I don't know how I feel yet. (like it would be weird to be specifically transformed into your father, right?)

The explanation for Bagra-Gul is that bonding to Logan fundamentally changed him -- as in, as a demon, Bagra-Gul still feeds on pain and violence, but now tinged with a sense of twisted justice so he feeds on the sinners/scum of the earth and taking the same demonic pleasures.

Does this mean Akihiro is also feeling his father's influence on Bagra-Gul? Is Bagra-Gul influenced by Akihiro at all? Does Aki know what he's doing? Is there even Aki's soul in there, or is it just an empty shell for a demon?

I guess we'll have to wait and see?

However, I am 100% worried with how this is going to play out. (Especially considering its likely the writer was planning this out since the beginning of the Sabretooth War arc)The Hellverine mini lines up perfectly to the relaunch of the Wolverine series. And I know I've said it before, but Logan only turns his back on civilization for two reasons: braining-washing or grief (or both.)

The caption teaser for Hellverine #4 is as folllows:

"HELLVERINE VS. WOLVERINE! BAGRA-GHUL has come for LOGAN's soul, but when the heat is on, who will survive - the HELLVERINE or the WOLVERINE?"

I really just hope it is just a fake-out and it means purifying Akihiro's soul and not making Logan kill him again. I am so tired. (and Aki gets to keep the character growth -- no hard reset making him a villian again)

But it really seems like they want Logan to hate himself for some reason and wouldn't be the first time they made him kill his son (or kids in general) to make him feel bad.

Or even just kill a shell of his son could be just enough -- Logan has never needed much to trigger the self-loathing.

Its lining up a little too well for comfort, if that makes sense.

I just want to be hopeful. Such as, maybe now that Akihiro is relatively front and center for this mini, we'll actually get some proper father-son relationship development. Maybe it'll end nicely wrapped up on a positive note -- where Akihiro is resurrected, relatively fine, and set up to join a new team, such as one of the books that hasn't been announced yet (Editor Tom Brevoort mentioned in an interview that there are still "first wave" new era books that haven't even been announced yet)

[scythegirl13]

EDWARD TWILIGHT EGOCENTRIC MANIAC!!!! HOW I LOVE IT SO

ok this is going to be analysis again but its going to be comparing it to sparkle and shine. first there are a lot of different instruments, and removal of some. the saxophone isnt that noticeable which is a very nice detail, and there is no piano. so lets get on with the show (oh hey that rhymes!)

alright theres so much going on so im sorry if i cant dissect everything but i believe there is no piano, which represents mary. of course, shes dead and by this part theres no reason for her to be there. thats such a sad thing to think about, there isn't anything about her that remains in edward and she was really just a queen on the chess board, knowing that the king is who she serves. which is just...depressing :(

NO BASS EITHER. i dont think deacon even got a talking line in this whole finale. speaking of bass and piano, this isnt a jazz track no more. if it is i dont know what sub genre. it has no saxophone, piano or bass, which are staple jazz instruments.

THE COOLEST THING IS THE FREAKING BASS SOLO AND VIOLIN SOLO. lets get this clear, violin is emizel in shilos skin, and bass is theo. the violin is clear and distinct and something that you can hear easily. while the bass is barely heard but oh so noticeable. you can barely hear it but you can easily follow its rhythm. i think that represents how theo is following the violin, and how the violin makes a clear path that theo just follows, like a right hand man. emizel is the real star of the show during this section, and it seems like he doesnt want to take it away. especially during the bass solo you can hear a harp and a violin support theos part, which represents shilo and emizel.

the choir is queen coded, but thats not what its representing. its representing which name gets to be royalty. bathroys vs edward basically. he wants royalty and wants to be king, while the bathroys (aka the twins) are trying to stop it. keeping the crown for selfish reasons, or just making sure that he doesnt get it are both possible and i think this what the whole part, hell maybe the whole song is trying to represent. if you were shilo, and had royalty your whole life, your mothers legacy resting on your shoulders, youve had this protection your whole life, and some sparkly bitch wants to take it away. youd fight for that shit too!!!

and despite the name, i could only really point out that the soloists in this song were emizel and theo, there was nothing that screamed edward to me. maybe hes just the whole song, fading into the background because hes too busy fighting, idk.

blegh, theres me yapping, have a great night. this song anyways is actually a really good track for edward and fits the whole prissy, stuck up theme that he has going on. maybe hes conducting the whole track, or its something that hes like "hit it boys!" and they start playing. thats funny. anyways, thanks for coming to my rambles again!