#but i just saw her face in this scene and well

[writingwithgeoffrey]

There’s that saying about a city needing one hero but deserving another. He’d always thought it was a load of garbage put in a superhero movie just because it sounded cool.

Everywhere he went, he saw the handiwork of the city’s so-called “hero.” Everyone from lowly shoplifters to dangerous villains was always apprehended, but never were they “taken care of.” The greatest punishment they received was a slap on the wrist, maybe time in the local prison, but that was it.

Only the monsters received true punishment from the hero. The news loved to cover the cleanup of the remains, or at least whatever was coated in rainbow paint and glitter. They never showed the more brutal aspects of the fights, the devastation that went on behind the scenes.

He stopped beside an electronics shop, surprised to find one that still sold TVs in the window—he’d thought they’d all either gone out of business or been wrecked by this point—and watched the news.

He should’ve expected to find his city’s hero going through an interview, wearing the same shining-white grin and blond pigtails bouncing in response to her excited mannerisms. She waved around a silly wand with a gaudy heart at the tip, launching sparkles and tiny fireworks into the air above her head. There wasn’t a scratch on her, either, despite both the recent battle and the pretty pink dress she was wearing.

As always, they spoke about how she’d defeated the villain-of-the-week with the power of love and friendship. It was the same stupid muck he’d heard her spew a thousand times.

And yet, he couldn’t help but to love her, to admire her playfulness and the freedom she had to be herself. How could he not? He was her older brother, and no matter how much he disapproved of her methods, he would always be proud of her. Besides, whatever she didn’t take care of, he was always more than happy to follow up with.

He made a mental note of the address—was pleased to hear it was nearby—then reached behind him and pulled the baseball bat from his backpack. Its aluminum had served him well enough over the years, with more than a few dents from the hardier targets.

He stuck to the shadows as he made his way for his sister’s location. As he neared, the chatter of the crowd reached his ears. Some of them cheered, others talked among themselves, but none of them paid attention to him. It made it all the easier for him to sneak to where the villain had been handcuffed to a stop sign.

He scoffed at the ridiculousness of it. They were so obsessed with their hero that they ignored the real one right beneath their noses.

The villain looked pitiful as she knelt there, slumped over. She wore the typical black-and-purple attire of a villain, almost like she was trying to be a Saturday-morning-cartoon-troublemaker. From the elbow-length surgical gloves to the thick combat boots … even her overcoat had way too many buckles and zippers.

“Hey.”

The villain lifted her head, gaze wavering for a moment, dazed still from the fight. “Who are …”

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

He pulled a pair of bolt cutters from his bag and snipped the handcuffs, allowing the villain to go free.

For a long moment, she didn’t move. “…What?”

“You ever wonder where the others went?”

The villain’s gaze distanced for a second before focusing on his face. “You … helped them?”

“Oh, I helped them, all right.” He hauled the villain to her feet and dragged her to the nearby alleyway. “You see, that girl’s too strong, so I put you villains someplace you can’t get hurt again.” He chuckled. “Sorta like villain witness protection.”

The villain coughed and leaned against the wall. “R-really?”

“Yeah. Trust me, once you’re gone, no one here will remember you.”

The villain took his hand in her weak grasp and gave it a shake. “Th-thank you. I’m not gonna lie, it’s annoying fighting against living rainbows. Wh-where’s your car?”

He pointed down the alleyway with his bat. “There. Can’t miss it.”

The villain let out a breath and staggered for the other end of the alleyway. “Who are you, anyway?”

He brandished his bat, gave his other hand a dull thump with it, then gripped the handle tight and wound up. “I’m her older brother. And no one gets to try and hurt her while I’m alive.”

The villain turned. “Wha—”

The sound of aluminum hitting bone rang out across the alleyway, joined soon after by the sound of too many buckles and zippers jangling against the ground, and soon after that, a scoff.

“Damn it. I got another dent.”

Magical girls kill monsters all the time, but they're not allowed to kill humans. But you're not a magical girl; you're her older brother.

[mobbu-min]

tw: mentions of blood and death and also brief mention assault (by a npc)

Omg I was watching shrek with my dad and we got to that scene where shrek was rescuing fiona from the castle and I was struck with the idea of princess reader being locked in a castle guarded by dragon malleus. Like I don’t even know how it would happen, maybe you're locked away for your safety and dragon malleus is chained up to guard your tower. Maybe malleus is cursed and he’s stuck in the dragon form until, dare I say, true love kiss breaks his spell.

At first he only protects the tower because of all the gargoyles that surround the peaks of the towers. He’s never seen gargoyles that look like that before. Such pretty sights should be protected from outsiders. And the castle is in such a good location too, with a perfect amount of sun and rain, warmth and cold, nothing like the cold and bleak weather and landscape of briar valley. It’s perfect.

Of course it would be, if it wasn’t for the chain that burns him every time he tugs too tight and clanks with every move he makes. Oh and you're there too. The young princess for the neighboring kingdom that quivers at the sight of him. Small and meek. He only snorts in amusement everytime he catches sight of you peering at him from behind a wall. You're lucky he still has much to grow. Surely, if you saw him at his full maturity, you would have died on the spot.

But alas, you’re here. Quiet and shy. Keeping to yourself. He can often hear the soft pitter patter of your feet roaming the vast, empty halls of the castle during the day. The soft sighs that leave your mouth as you eat your meals by yourself. And the muffled sobs from your chambers upon the tall tower. You're nothing but a miserable human in his eyes. But deep down, he knows the both of you are the same.

Regardless, things stay silent for the next couple of years. The both of you are older, the chain around his neck grows tighter and the loneliness of this castle weighs heavier on your shoulders. Though the both of you stay to your sides of the castle, rarely interacting. Occasionally, the castle will get a visitor. A knight coming to rescue the princess, dressed in some over the top, gaudy, amour that's really more for show then for anything else. They’re always loud and rude, coming in dirty and swinging around their weapon of choice across the well-kept walls of the castle. Oftentimes damaging something in their whirl of self-righteousness.

And Malleus would be fine with them coming and taking you away. Afterall, if he’s cursed to solitude then he would very much enjoy being in complete solitude then to feel the curious gaze of his unwelcome roommate every few days. But for some odd reason, these wannabe savior knights come swinging and yelling at him. He couldn’t believe it at first, this human coming full force at him? He’s done nothing to warrant such actions.

It wasn’t until the fifth unwanted pest came did Lilia show up out of the blue and relay the rumors that had spread across the land. A terrifying monster has taken the princess from her kingdom and refuses to let her go. Malleus listens with interest, growing increasingly frustrated at the tale that the princess’s own father seems to let grow. Foolish humans believing anything that is fed to them. His distaste for you grows.

Time goes on with more and more unruly brutes coming into his territory and attacking him. And it’s not like he hasn’t tried to let them just go get you after a few minutes of trying to satiate their desire for battle. (despite the blow to his pride that he’ll face) But no, they seem fully intent on killing him. The pile of amour and bones grows as the years drag by.

The sobs that seem to echo throughout the now burnt and scarred walls ceased a long time ago. Instead sits a chilling silence. Before he could at least hear the soft hums of your voice, but now he couldn’t even hear your footsteps. The weather and environment seem to reflect this shift. The sun hidden away by the thick, grey clouds and cold winds replace any warmth. Once a magnificent, mighty castle now a ruin. The feeling settles deep in his bones.

Then one day, years after the first arrival came a knight dressed in iron. A knight that stood mightier than the rest. Head held higher than one of royalty. He seemed noble, but Malleus could smell the greed, feel the wrath in gaze. He fought like a warrior, one with years of experience on the battlefield. For once Malleus felt something other than annoyance. Was this fear?

Usually, battles were quick and to the point. And yet, Malleus found himself leaving the confines of his area. His body moves him farther and farther into your space. Well kept and unharmed from the countless battles that have been fought throughout the years.

And yet, this knight left him no choice but to retreat further in. This knight was not like the others. There were countless times that this knight should have fallen, but everytime the knight rose and drew his blade. Magic, Malleus growled, he should have seen it earlier. The pungent smell of dark magic now assaulted his nose.

Despite his efforts, Malleus fell after a sword pierced his thick, indestructible scales. A searing pain raced through his body. It felt like the sword was burning him from the inside in. His head fell limply on the garden of flowers you had been taking care of for years at this point. The sweet scent of the flowers wafted up his nose, he couldn't help but wonder if you smelt this sweet as well.

Through his deep breaths, he could hear the knight run up the steps of your tower. Ready to claim his prize. Malleus waited to hear your voice, excited and full of warmth towards your savior, waited to hear your laughter as the knight swept you off your feet. But that never came.

Instead, came a shout. Things crashed and broke inside your tower. Something ripped and your shouts became whimpers. Soft and desperate pleas reached his ears instead. And for once, your sobs weren’t of sadness but fear.

A surge of energy exploded across him like never before. Rising from the rubble, Malleus roared. Lightening clashing in the distance. With one swift swipe of his claws, the wall of your tower came tumbling down. Leaving him to gaze down at a sight enraged him to his core.

The Knight drew his sword, shouts of disbelief leaving his pathetic mouth. But Malleus’ couldn’t be bothered, his gaze soon rested on you, who cowered and shielded your form with the ripped cloth of your dress. Without thinking Malleus lowered his head towards you and gently brushed against your side with his nose. Your shivering stopped.

Pulling away, Malleus did quick work in getting rid of the monster that found its way into his home. Dragging the knight away from your tower with a singular claw, Malleus showed him no mercy. The knight's cries only fueled Malleus’ delight. Blood spilled across his scales, staining your garden of flowers and finally the knight's cries turned whimpers ceased.

The thunderstorm that had raged followed in a similar manner. A breeze blew across Malleus’s scale and suddenly it became a lot harder to ignore the burning of his neck. Exhausted, Malleus fell back with a huff. Licking the wound that only burned him in turn. Until he could get that wretched sword out, he wouldn’t heal. But the pain was turning out to be too much for him to bear.

Then he heard the familiar pitter patter of your feet. Peering up, Malleus watches you approach. The cloak you wore was too large on your frame, practically swallowing you whole. You looked up at him with wide eyes, brimmed with red. He expected fear, but your eyes sparkled with gratitude.

Hesitantly, you reach out your hand and stop inches away from his nose. Malleus looked down at the princess that once avoided him like a plague and something soft and warm bloomed across his chest. Your eyes were closed, not in fear but trust, and despite his better judgement, he leaned his great and mighty head against the soft expanse of your hand. And that warm feeling exploded across his body, as if a thousand suns bloomed in his lonely heart.

“Thank you.”

And just like that, Malleus decided that maybe this wasn’t a curse afterall.

[kindaasrikal]

I am NEVER getting over how they animated Kai’s face in the first episode of season 15 Crystallized, specifically when dealing with Jay.

Because thats one of their first proper interactions in over a year since they almost beat each other black and blue after Nya’s death, because of their own opinions of each others way of mourning.

During the scene when Cole, Zane and Kai went to try and convince Jay to come help them Kai’s facial expression kept changing to show just how mixed up he felt about Jay.

He goes from being bored and unimpressed, tired of dealing with Jay’s antics to worried and compassionate because he still cares for Jay.

He watches his other friends and brothers walk away discouraged and feels disappointed himself.

BEFORE THESEEEE EXPRESSIONS. HE SWITCHES SO FAST INTO LOOKING DISAPPOINTED IN JAY AND EVEN ANGRY AT WHAT HE’S DOING.

He looks soooo mad at Jay but not in the way where he can’t believe Jay is doing this. But in a way that screams how he hates seeing someone do exactly the same thing he once did.

Kai literally saw the version of himself drinking and hurting not only himself but others as he grieved in his own harmful way inside Jay and he hated it. He hated seeing his past in someone he genuinely cared about, and he’s disappointed that after all these years Jay somehow became exactly what he once was when Kai himself grew above it.

Edit: I was wrong guys they didn’t fight before they split up for a year but after when they got together again, so you can actually take this as subtle hinting at what was gonna happen between them and how much this was straining their relationship.

Their different relationships with Nya and different forms of mourning butt heads over and over again, and as much as Kai had gotten a better control of his emotions, he wasn’t used to a Jay who had an even looser hold on his negative ones. Kai was so sick and tired and concerned for Jay with all the added pressure and Jay was so stubborn and hurt and confused with everything that they, two of the most vocally emotional characters, let it out on each other.

Specifically because they, relationship wise as her fiancee and brother, were the closest to Nya. They couldn’t understand why the other was behaving the way they were. Jay believed that Kai, as her older brother and the ones who practically raised her, should be just as big a mess than he is because he knew Nya longer. Kai, who knows Nya far too well, knows she’d probably throw him off a boat and make him swim home if he became as big of a mess again as he was when Zane died.

Aughhh i love analysing these two’s reactions

[creating--memories]

This is how it went

Part 5: I know I’ve kissed you before, I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?

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Wc: 2kish

Themes: angst, fluff

Warnings: mentions of divorce, light sexual content maybe?

Authors note: happy game day fic. hi I kind of hate the way this chapter came out, I’m feeling unsure where to go with this series b idk if I should continue, but here’s part 5 for now. Also unedited ofc, so lmk if there’s any serious errors.

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Paige slammed the back door of her dad’s CRV, her crutches clanking against each other as she flung them into the well of the backseat.

Bob turned around in the front seat, taking note of his daughter’s distress.

“Woah kid! what’s got you all riled up”

Paige turned her head to look out of the car window, refusing to make eye contact with her dad.

“Don’t want to talk about it” she mumbled

Bob sighed at her response, pondering over whether or not to keep pushing.

“Alright kiddo. Well you can always talk to me if you need” he said as he pulled the car into drive.

Paige tried to muster up a semblance of a smile, feeling sorry for shutting her dad out, but her mind was swirling with the afterthoughts of the scene that just played out in Azzi’s room moments ago. So instead she rested her head on the windowsill, closed her eyes and waited until they arrived home.

Paige loved her dad and she knew he would do anything for her, but they didn’t talk about the deeper stuff. After her mom left, she could feel the hole that ripped through her dad in every aspect of their lives. Even though he put up a tough front, Paige was old enough to see how badly he was hurting. Naturally, like the person she is, Paige wanted to protect him, she couldn’t bear to hurt him the same way her mom did. So she mostly kept her hardships to herself. When her dad met her stepmom, she saw the hole in her dad get a little bit smaller and Paige promised herself she was not going to be the one to reopen it. This is why when she met Azzi, she became grateful to have Katie and Tim around. For the first time, she felt like she had parent figures to open up to. And Paige didn’t just let the Fudd’s into her heart, Katie and Tim loved her like their daughter. They genuinely wanted to best for her.

But, Paige knew that even if the Fudd’s treated her like their daughter, Azzi was their *actual* daughter. So Tim Fudd was the last person she expected to see when there was a ring at her doorbell later that evening.

“What’s with the face Bueckers?” Laughed Tim when the blonde opened the door, gesturing to the look of shock on her face.

“Oh— sorry— hi Tim, just didn’t expect you that’s all. I figured you’d be busy taking pictures with Azzi and stuff.” She scratched the back of her neck at the last part of her sentence.

“I actually just dropped her off. I was driving by your house so I thought I’d stop by. Can I come in?”

Tim gestured past Paige.

Paige nodded, her mind still swirling with confusion, and stepped aside to make room for the older man to enter the house.

Tim walked through the home casually, like it was his own, and pulled out a chair to sit at the kitchen table. Paige hobbled over to the kitchen and stood across from Tim at the other end.

Paige swung her arms awkwardly

“Can I get you something to drink or something?”

“No that’s alright kid. Actually, I came here 'cause I wanted to talk.”

Tim gestured to the seat next to him, inviting the blonde to take a seat.

The younger girl cautiously took a seat, angling her chair so that her leg could stretch out next to her, letting her crutches clank on the floor.

Tim sat there quietly for a few moments. Paige shifting in her seat uncomfortably, still confused at what the older man wanted to talk about.

“You know Azzi was real sad you weren’t there for her prom sendoff.” said Tim finally

A pang of guilt spread across Paige’s face, she did feel bad for leaving her best friend on the night she had discussed excitedly for so long. But it didn’t last long once she remembered why she wasn’t there in the first place.

“It’s not my fault I wasn’t there. I'm sure John or James or whatever his name is kept her company” Paige scoffed and looked away from the man sitting in front of her.

“I know it’s not your fault Paige, I’m just letting you know she was sad” said Tim endearingly.

Paige fiddled with the strings on her sweatshirt, the guilt that had dissipated from earlier creeping back in.

“I know it sucks kid, and I know you’re angry. But you also gotta understand she’s just a kid, both of you are. You know how hard this year has been on her, the weight of coming back from injury and making a name for her college career has been crushing her.”

Paige finally looked up to meet Tim’s eyes with a look of understanding, her grudge against her younger best friend starting to fall.

The blonde let out a sigh of exasperation.

“I just hate it sometimes. I know I asked for it but sometimes I just wish we didn’t have all of this attention, I wish we were normal”

“I know kid, but if you were just two normal girls who lived on opposite sides of the country you never would have each other in your lives.”

Tim placed a hand on Paige’s shoulder

“And I think you’d hate that even more”

The corner of Paige’s lips curled into a small smile

“Do you think I can make it up to her?”

Tim reached into the drawstring backpack he had brought and pulled out a small plastic container that held a dainty corsage made up of light pink and purple roses along with a matching boutonniere and placed it on the table.

He pushed the box towards Paige.

“I’m not sure, but I think I know where you can start.”

—

Azzi sat on the curb of the sidewalk outside of her high school gym, her bare feet outstretched in front of her, heels discarded to her side waiting for her dad to pick her up. The last few stragglers from the dance exited the gym behind her, some heading home and others to the afterparty that was being held for their grade. Azzi couldn't go to the afterparty as she had basketball in the morning, not that she was feeling up for it anyway. Ever since earlier that day, she couldn’t get the words of her blonde best friend out of her head: “Maybe we shouldn't be anything at all”. She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought of it. It’s not like she didn’t understand why Paige was upset, she hated making her feel like this, but part of her was angry at Paige as well. She of all people knew how much pressure Azzi was under and how hard it had been on her.

“Why can’t she understand I just need a little more time?”

she thought to herself

Her dad’s car rolled up next to her on the sidewalk and she slipped her heels back on and made her way to the car.

“Hi beautiful, how was your night?”

Tim said with a smile as his daughter entered the car.

“It was a lot of fun, the music was awesome and we danced a lot…”

the end of Azzi’s sentence trailed off.

“But?”

responded Tim

Azzi smoothed out her dress on her lap, fidgeting with her clothing instead of looking at her dad.

“I don’t know… just felt like something was missing the whole night”

Tim hummed lowly in understanding

“Maybe a certain blonde-haired blue-eyed something?”

Azzi just gave a sad smile in response, as she continued to fidget with her hands.

Tim wrapped his arm around his daughter’s shoulders.

“I know kiddo. It may not feel like it, but I think she was missing you a lot too tonight”

Azzi turned her head to look out the passenger-side window

“I don’t know she seemed pretty adamant about *not* wanting to see me earlier” she mumbled

“You know blondie can be pretty dramatic, I’m sure she will be crawling back as soon as you know it”

consoled her dad

Azzi shrugged in response and continued staring out the window

—

As Azzi walked into her house she tossed her shoes to the side and started making her way to her bedroom, until she was stopped short by her dad.

“Hey Az, before you go upstairs could you come out back with me for a sec?” asked Tim

Azzi raised her eyebrows at her dad, confused by the strange request.

“And put your shoes back on” he added as his daughter’s face twisted into even more confusion

Azzi opened her mouth to protest, but Tim was already making his way to the back door.

—

Azzi grabbed the handle to the back door to open, finally close enough for her dad to listen to her protests.

“Dad what is this about, my feet hurt, I don’t really want to wear these— “

The brunette stopped mid-sentence at the sight she was met with in her backyard. Small fairy lights lined the trees on the perimeter of the small plot of land and continued over the Fudd’s family basketball hoop. On the ground sat a few small lanterns with fake candles illuminating the grass and pink and purple flowers scattered around. A small speaker playing soft R&B music hummed in the background. In the middle of the scene stood Paige, wearing a mildly ill-fitting suit and her hair slicked back into a low bun. In her hands, she was cradling a plastic box.

“Hi” Paige said nervously as the younger girl made her way over to her.

Azzi took in the sight of the older girl standing in front of her.

“Paige what—”

Paige grabbed one of Azzi’s hands in her own

“I’m sorry for earlier Az. I didn't mean any of it. I always want you in my life. I should’ve been more understanding.”

Azzi pulled the blonde closer and wrapped her arms around her tightly, resting her head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry too Paige. I never want you to feel like I’m ashamed of you. I should’ve told you how I was feeling earlier.”

The two girls stayed like that for a moment, grateful to be in the embrace of each other again, the frustrations from their argument rippling off of them and they sank into the hug.

Azzi pulled back from the hug first looking back to the decorations around them.

“did you do all of this yourself p?

“I had a little help” she said as she nodded towards Tim standing in the doorway.

Azzi couldn’t help but tear up a little bit, the thought of her dad helping Paige set everything up.

“Don’t stay up too late you two” yelled Tim as he smiled at the two girls and shut the door behind him

“Here I got something for you” Paige said as she struggled with the closure of the container.

Azzi slipped the yellow corsage from her date earlier off of her wrist and tossed it to the side.

“Do you want to put that inside? I know girls like to dry them and save them and stuff to look back on for memories or something, at least that’s what I’ve seen in movies” The older girl said, trying to be mature even though the thought of Azzi’s date wanted to make her scream.

“Nah, you know I hate yellow. Plus, I like this memory a lot better.” she said as she held out her wrist

Paige beamed at the younger girl's response, obediently placing the new corsage onto Azzi’s hand

“Where did you get this suit from?”

Azzi giggled at the blonde, as she pinned the boutonniere to the lapel of her jacket

“it’s one of Jose’s old ones; your mom helped me out a bit” said Paige.

She pulled the sides of the suit jacket back to reveal a lines of safety pins pulling in the fabric of the jacket in different places, a makeshift tailor job of sorts.

This caused Azzi to laugh even harder

“you’re incredible Paige”

Paige smiled back at her, letting out a few laughs as well

“Now, Ms. Fudd. May I have this dance?” she said as she reached for the younger girl’s hand

Azzi grabbed her hand and pulled her closer

“I would be delighted”

As the two of them swayed there to the soft sounds of Usher coming from the speaker, underneath fairy lights and a basketball hoop, Azzi couldn’t ask for a better prom night.

—

When the two girls finally made their way back into the house it was well past midnight and they tiptoed carefully up the stairs to Azzi’s room. Paige had insisted she must carry Azzi up the stairs when she said her feet hurt, but Azzi, younger but wiser, refused, not wanting to hurt the injured girl even more, so she settled for carrying her shoes and small handbag.

When they finally reached the younger girls bedroom they both flung themselves onto the bed facing the ceiling. After a bit Paige turned on her side to face the younger girl.

“You tired?” She said

Azzi propped herself up on her elbows to look at her best friend in the eyes.

“Surprisingly? No.”

Paige grinned at the answer

“Me neither, wanna watch frozen”

Azzi smiled and flashed a game expression of shock

“Duh”

Paige started to sit up to grab Azzi’s laptop but the brunette pulled her back down by her wrist.

“Paige?” She said hesitantly

“Yeah?”

Azzi’s eyes locked onto the girl in front of her

“Thank you for tonight. This was better than any prom I could have imagined” her voice was soft and low, the sincerity of her words clear.

The gap between them felt smaller now.

“Me too Az, I’m just glad I got to spend it with you”

Azzi rubbed small circles on the blondes wrist as they stared into each others eyes, both of them refusing to break contact.

Azzi leaned in slightly and took a short breath in. Paige followed the younger girls lead, pressing their lips together. They moved in sync, Azzi tilting her head slightly to allow the older girl to deepen the kiss. What started out as a soft peck, slowly transformed into something needier. Paige moved her hand to cup Azzi’s jaw and pulled her in deeper, breathing in the scent of the vanilla lavender perfume she wore. Azzi hummed at the increase in proximity as her hands roamed across the older girls back. Paige parted her mouth slightly, giving Azzi the perfect opportunity to slot her tongue in between her lips. Their tongues intertwined between them, both girls sighing into each other.

Paige pushed herself up with her hands, positioning herself fully ontop of Azzi. She leaned in to reconnect their lips but the younger girl pulled away.

“Paige?”

“Yeah? Is everything ok Az? We can stop if—“

“I’m a virgin” Azzi blurted out

Not expecting that at all, the blonde stared back at her for a second.

“Oh— um— yeah. That’s ok Az, I am too.”

She felt slightly embarrassed, not that Azzi would care, but she had been this big hot shot at school, constantly hyping up how cool UConn was to the younger girl, it felt a like embarrassing to admit that despite all of that she was still a virgin.

Azzi laid a hand on the blondes bicep, sending a shiver down her arm.

“I want my first time to be with someone special, someone I feel safe with. I want it to be with you”

Paige’s heart beat out of her chest, the younger girls words finally hitting her.

“I think… I think I want that too.”

Azzi smiled up at Paige, a smile of reassurance and comfort that mesmerized the older girl.

Paige leaned back down to kiss the brunette beneath her, sinking their bodies further into the mattress. Azzi couldn’t help but laugh a little to herself, how cliche? Losing your virginity on prom night. But as long as it was with Paige she didn’t care what night it was.

Paige’s hands moved up Azzi’s arms and pulled down the sparkly straps of her dress her collarbone fully exposed. Azzi’s breath hitched at her actions, and she pulled the older girl even closer for a moment before pulling back once more.

“I love you p, I hope you know that”

Paige felt tears trying to escape her eyes.

“I know Az. I love you too”

And before she knew it Azzi was pulling her back in, crashing their lips together again.

Azzi didn’t pull back again for a while.

—

Later that night, as they laid tingled in rather bodies, Paige passed out asleep, Azzi stirred slightly. Careful not to wager the peacefully sleeping blonde next to her she climbed out of bed and grabbed the corsage off of her desk.

She grabbed the heaviest book she could find and opened it to the middle pages. Carefully she placed the pink and purple flowers in between the pages and closed the book firmly, before grabbing a few more to weigh it down. She placed the carefully arranged stack back onto her bookshelf and crashed back into bed, slotting herself back into the crook of Paige’s neck.

“Now I’ll never forget this night” she whispered as she fell asleep to the sound of Paige’s breathing.

[uchihamasacre]

Punishment

"not everyone can get a free card by sucking off Levi, y/n!!" Eren yells, you see Levi stop in his tracks at Eren's words.

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You were cleaning the stalls for the horses, you could hear someone running laps outside. Making your way to the barn entrance you see Eren running circles around the field.

"I wonder what he did this time" you say to yourself as Eren runs past you he yells "it isn't fair!!" before you could reply he was gone. You knew what he was talking about, Captain Levi's punishments. You never got punished.

Eren was coming up again "what did you do now" you shout at him, he turns his head to you continuing to run "I was late." was all he said. You turn back to go finish feeding the horses. There were serval rumors as to why you never receive any punishment. There was one that you and Levi are related. which leads to one where you're his kid, which doesn't even logically make sense, and then there's the one where you suck him off to get out of punishment.

None were true, but that didn't stop one girl from dropping to her knees in Captain's office after receiving a punishment that involved cleaning toilets for a month. You remember that day everyone in the village could hear Levi yelling at her, everyone gathered in the hall where Levi's office was. confused as Levi dragged a girl by her shirt collar out of his room slinging her against the wall.

No one spoke a word, just watching the scene the girl looked terrified and confused. Levi acted like all the cadets weren't in the hallway, the girl sat there back to the wall staring up at the Captain she goes to speak and he yells that she's kicked out of the scouts and leave by nightfall, going back into his office slamming the door.

The girl crying as she packed her things told us everything, how he was leaning against the desk and told her she has to clean toilets for a month so she dropping to her knees and grabbed his belt, he grabbed her head and pushed her back so hard she hit her head on the chair, he yelled about how stupid she was, how she was scum and so on grabbing her shirt and dragging her out.. the rest we saw. You remember her last sentence "I don't get why it works for y/n...."

"tch.." you hiss out under your breath, you then feel a presence, look over to see Levi staring at you "think much, cadet?" he says checking over how well you've been doing your chores. Seeming pleased with your work he makes his way over to his horse running his fingers through their mane, you grab the broom and start sweeping, not taking your eyes all the way off your Captain watching his slender fingers running along with the horse.

Levi is a very attractive man, and not like anyone else you ever met. it almost seems he carries his own world around him you don't know how to explain it but when he's around it's almost like everything else disappears. You then hear Eren stopping outside the barn you can hear him panting, you stop sweeping and watch as Levi begins to walk to the barn entrance knowing Eren will get into more trouble for stopping his laps.

"not everyone can get a free card by sucking off Levi, y/n!!" Eren yells, you see Levi stop in his tracks at Eren's words. You feel your face burning red, embarrassed at this stupid rumor. Levi doesn't go outside to Eren, his back was to you, the tension in the air was heavy, your nerves were spiked your heart beating so hard you felt Levi could hear it. You hear Eren taking off again after his footsteps were off in the distance Levi turns slightly toward you "Y/l/n, finish what you're doing here then come to my office, I'd like to have a word with you"

And with that Levi left the barn, you exhale deeply putting away the broom and making your way outside the barn you stand there looking up at the sky watching the clouds. Eren runs past you again you watch as dust flies around his boots. You didn't feel like finishing the barn knowing Levi won't come to check it again.

You sit there for a few minutes knowing if you go to Levi's office now he'll question your work. Eventually, you decide to get up dusting off your clothes, and walking toward the Captain's office. You figured he wasn't pleased with how you cleaned his horse or something. You already knew how this would go instead of giving out laps or extra cleaning duties to you for punishment Levi just scolded you or just ended up having a conversation on it.

You don't know why he doesn't give you the same treatment as the rest but you're not complaining. You stood outside Levi's door slowly knocking on the hardwood. "come in" you hear moments later, making your way in you shut the door and salute your Captain, he gives you a nod and you know to take a seat.

You waited for Levi to speak "Cadet, do you mind explaining to me what Jaegar meant earlier"

You stop breathing, you knew Levi heard Eren say it but didn't think he cared to confront you on it. You look down at your lap. "look at me, cadet" Levi's low voice echoes through the room. Snapping your head back up

"it's a rumor, sir...." you tell him. "and why is there a rumor about you... sucking me off" not wanting to snitch on Jean who you knew came up with this rumor you begin to speak again "because you never give me punishment like the others.." you tell Levi

He taps his pen on his desk a few times, "and how do you respond to this rumor, y/l/n" he asks "I ignore it" you answer "so no one knows if this is just a rumor or the truth?" Levi then says the room grows quiet. You felt ignoring them was the best but realized it made it look like you had something to hide.

The silence breaks when Levi stands up walking over to the front of his desk, crossing his arms "is that because you secretly want to suck me off, cadet?" Your mouth drops open shocked at what just left your Captain's mouth, you must not have heard him right but then "on your knees" Levi demands

You do as your told dropping to your knees in front of your Captain, you look up at him through your lashes, you can see a hint of a smirk on his emotionless face. You bring your head back down looking forward inches from your Captain's jewels. "I'm waiting" Levi's voice causing shivers down your spine.

Taking your hands to his belt you undo it, popping open his pants button and pulling the zipper down slow "don't tease me, cadet" Levi growls above you. You look back up to your Captain worried this might be some kind of test, or maybe this was your punishment after all for not telling the others know their rumor was wrong.

Levi nods at you, you grab the waist band of his jeans staring at the bulge waiting to be free from the restricting material, tugging them down you watch as his member springs out dangerously close to your face. You take him into your hands, one hand gripping the base, the other at his tip you watch as pre-cum slowly drips down the tip.

You move forward placing your lips gently on the tip, you feel Levi's head slingback at the feeling. You pull back deciding to tease him if this is all your 'punishment' is, taking your tongue and sliding it down the backside of his cock all the way back up to the tip swirling your tongue around "what did I say about teasing" Levi growls grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head forwards causing himself to hit the back of your throw you gag, tears brimming your eyes. You go to put your hand on the base of his cock to keep from throwing up.

Levi pulls your head back by your hair, slamming you back on him you let out another gag as he loosens his grip slightly, his hand still tangled in your hair you bob your head. You hear Levi muffling and holding back his moans. He slowly thrust himself into your mouth matching the pace you're moving. "you know why I never give you punishments, y/n" You stop moving at the sound of your name as Levi takes control of your head

"it's because of my feelings for you" You look up at your Captain, your eyes wide, tears running down your cheeks from how hard he was thrusting into your mouth, looking up at Levi his eyes clenched together, mouth open in pleasure. You loved this slight, you always pushed your feelings for Captain Levi away. But your heart has always felt at ease whenever he was around.

You start to take back control as Levi's thrust starts to get sloppy you know he's close, you bob your head as fast as you can reaching your hand up to cup his balls. You hear a moan escape Levi's lips as you massage the sensitive area, you feel his cock twitching, so you give his balls a little squeeze, a loud groan comes from Levi as he cums, you suck up every last drop of him.

You lean back on your heels and wipe your bottom lip off you can feel how plump and swollen your lips now were. You watch as Levi fixes himself, running his hands through his hair before looking down at you. He offers you his hand and you take it as your lifted back to your feet. Levi takes his thumb wiping away a fallen tear running his hand gently down your face stopping at your lip, his thumb brushing over the bruised area

your eyes watch him, your breathing uneven at the delicate moment with your Captain his hand drops his fingers lingering at your wrist, causing you to get chill bumps all over. His fingers move up tracing from your collar bone to up your neck, stopping with two fingers under your chin, Levi lifts your chin slowly as he moves his face to yours, your lips barely brushing as he stops, you close your eyes feeling his hot breath from parted lips, after what was only a few seconds that felt like an eternity Levi presses his lips to yours.

You both move your lips together like two starving animals, Levi's other hand pressed against the small of your back, you have one hand holding his jaw, the other tangles in the nap of his neck pulling him closer. You part from the kiss, staring at Levi as he leans back against his desk

"you've received your punishment for today, dismissed" he says walking around his desk taking a seat. You slowly walk toward the door, your hand lingers on the knob.

"I have feelings for you too, Captain" you say keeping yourself facing the door. You turn the knob, opening the door stepping into the frame.

"the restaurant on 6th street, this Friday, 6:30.... don't be late" Levi says. You don't reply knowing he knows you'll show up, you smile as you head back to your room.

[shaunamilfman]

it tastes like the real thing

pairing: Shauna Shipman x f!reader summary: You follow Shauna out into the woods. Smut ensues. note: Minors DNI. Yes, the Melissa scene again but with more knife. I can move on. I can be normal. Shauna girlkisser Shipman.

“Shauna, Shauna, Shauna,” you murmur in between kisses, using every last bit of air she allows you to say her name again. 

She's so obviously pleased by it. That, and the way you squirm against the tree she has you pinned against. You think you might be able to shove her away now, if you really wanted. Shauna isn't holding you like she had before, that intimidating force trying to force you into submission–so desperate and filled with rage at the thought of someone else finding her son's grave. Rather, she was just trying to keep you where she wanted. It was a gentle pressure rather than that bruising ache of before. 

Shauna groans as her teeth brush your bottom lip, her body shuddering against you as she bites down. You gasp, feeling the skin break beneath her teeth as the taste of copper fills your mouth. She presses even closer, hard enough that you can feel every ridge of the bark against your back and every inch of her curves against your front. 

Every grind of her hips felt painful, leaving you with an ache you were becoming desperate to fill. You think you would do just about anything to have her, which would've been concerning if she wasn't clearly so desperate to give herself to you. 

You'd half expected Shauna to slit your throat immediately when you'd lunged out to kiss her, but all you saw was that momentary look of confusion before she had kissed you back. Never in your wildest dreams, and you'd had your fair share since the crash, had you imagined that Shauna would return your desire. 

Her tongue laps at the cut she's left on your bottom lip, tasting the blood spilling out as much as she's trying to make it sting, making you writhe. 

You groan into her mouth, fingers digging into her hips hard enough that you'd feel bad if it wasn't for the way it makes her sigh. 

Shauna either takes the sound as an encouragement or simply decides she just wants to. She presses forward, lips trailing down your jaw as she drags her teeth along your skin. When she reaches your neck and lingers there, you tense, well aware of how close those teeth of hers are to sinking into you and tearing something away. 

All you can think about is how much you want her to. The thought of her teeth breaking skin, your blood staining her lips and her teeth, dripping from the corners of her mouth…

It's enough to get your hands sliding along the waistband of her shorts, fingers finding the button. 

Shauna pulls away, pressing the knife firmer against your throat as you try to chase her. You pant for air as you let yourself relax back against the now comforting presence of the tree, tilting your head up as Shauna presses the knife higher. Practically presenting yourself to have your throat cut. You don't dare look at her even as the sound of fabric rubbing against each other fills your ears, then the crunch of leaves beneath Shauna's feet as she steps out of something. 

Shauna lowers the knife, allowing you to take a look at her and realize she's kicked off her shorts. She's pressing the hilt of her knife against your shoulder before you even finish getting an eyeful, forcing you down to your knees in front of her. You hit the ground with a dull thud, momentarily dazed as you look up at her. 

“That's better,” Shauna says, the knife trailing down the side of your face to rest against your cheek. You turn your head, slow enough that it won't cause her to do something you'd regret, as you press a kiss to the flat of her blade. She sucks in a breath at the action, her eyes going wide before narrowing sharply. 

“Shauna,” you say, watching the way she starts to hesitate now that she’s got you down on your knees. “I want you.”

She's quiet for a long moment, watching you carefully before making a decision. 

“Take them off,” she says, bringing the knife back to your throat as she urges you forward.

You reach up to tug the waistband of her panties down, but she slaps your hand away swiftly enough that you nearly cut yourself on her knife in shock. 

“Jesus, Shauna,” you mutter, flexing your fingers to soothe the ache. 

“Don't touch me,” she warns. 

“Then how do I–” 

“Your mouth,” she cuts in dryly, looking down at you like you were something on the bottom of her shoe. “Do I have to do everything for you?”

You hesitate for only a second as the words sink in, then lean in, lips brushing against the wet spot on her panties as you press a quick kiss against her. When she doesn't immediately protest, you take the risk of licking at her clit through her underwear on your way to catch the waistband of her panties with your teeth. 

It's not pretty, and it's especially not quick. 

Shauna makes sure of that, with the knife pressed so closely to your throat. Every centimeter of ground you manage to make is taken again as Shauna shifts the knife enough that you have to change position in order not to cut yourself. She's not giving you any grace, even as she impatiently shifts from foot to foot as you struggle to get her panties down her legs. 

The fabric clings to her in spots, resisting the pull of your teeth as you make ground inch by inch. 

The fabrics soaked with your spit along the band of it by the time you manage to pull it far enough down her thighs for it to start sliding its way down her legs. It's long and humiliating, and it makes tears of embarrassment rise to your eyes that have Shauna genuinely biting at her lip to silence a breathy groan as she watches. It's the cruelest thing she's ever done to you personally, and she's soaked because of it. 

You don't even get a chance to ask what she wants next before she's stepping one foot out of her panties, leaving them to pool around her other ankle as she slots her leg over your shoulder. Instinctively you reach up to grab at her legs to steady her as her weight settles down on you, but she brings the back of her sneaker-clad heel hard into your back in reprimand. You wheeze from the strength of it, hands falling back to rest by your sides as you shift on your knees to brace her weight as much as you can. 

Shauna's been very clear about the use of your hands, but she didn't say anything about your mouth. With that thought in mind, you look up at her to watch her reaction as you tentatively lap at her. Her face creases in pleasure, the reaction enough that you were confident in closing your eyes and focusing on pleasing her. 

You're quickly learning how much of a mistake on your part it is to assume anything ever as her hand fists painfully in your hair, the handle of her knife knocking against your head in tandem. 

“Look at me,” she hisses, an agitated look on her face as your eyes quickly pop back open. 

Your mouth stills in surprise, a fact Shauna doesn't like. 

“Don’t stop,” she commands, her voice strained as she rolls her hips against your tongue. 

“Just keep your eyes open,” she adds gruffly. 

You hum in some vague sort of agreement that vibrates against Shauna's cunt, making her moan out her approval. She doesn't break eye contact as she looks down at you, showing you every little expression or noise she tries to keep from you as your mouth works dutifully between her legs. 

“Don't you ever–” Shauna lets out a shuddering breath at something your tongue does. You double down, intent to have her fall apart on your tongue as her jaw clenches and she struggles to finish her thought. “Come out here again. That little trick of yours won't work–ah–again.”

If this is what you got from it, you might try your luck a second time. 

She grabs onto the hair at the back of your skull and pulls till the dull ache of it becomes a sharp throbbing pain all the way down to your fingertips, seemingly drinking up the way it makes you whimper. That's what sets her off, using her grip to shove your face further between her legs to grind against to her heart's desire. 

She grips you tighter with her thighs as she leans forward, bracing a hand against the tree to hold herself up as her hips move in earnest. Her heels digging painfully into your back, dragging over some small bruise you'd acquired being shoved into the tree, but you hardly notice with the way she's taking every last bit of you she can and then still more. 

You can tell she's getting close by the way her thighs start to tremble, her breath coming out in ragged little gasps, disguising choked-off sounds of pleasure as more and more of her weight seems to settle on your shoulders. Her fingers curl against the tree, nails scraping and dragging against the bark above your head in a pointless attempt to keep herself together. 

It doesn't help. 

It's no surprise when she finally cries out, the sound echoing off the trees around you as she unravels. Her hips stutter against your mouth, momentarily unrestrained as the tremors run through her, and she slumps forward to lean heavily against a combination of you and the tree. You don't stop, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from her until her knees go weak.

“You fucking moron,” she mutters, her voice wrecked as she tugs your hair in punishment. Shauna slides her leg off your shoulder and takes a stumbling step backward. “If my hand slipped, I could've sliced you.”

She breathes out sharply, making a sound almost like a laugh but not quite making the mark. She drags the blade slowly along the curve of your jaw, tracing it down one side and up the other. 

“I could still kill you, you know,” Shauna muses, sounding almost thoughtful as she grabs hard at your chin. She can't quite get a firm enough grip with how wet she's left your face, her fingers sliding across your skin as she cuts you on the edge of one of her nails. You hiss in a sharp breath of pain, and Shauna's grip tightens on her knife. 

She slowly drags the back of the blade across your neck, miming cutting your throat as the cold steel of the blade makes you shiver in fear. 

“No one would know,” she adds. “This far out they wouldn't even hear you scream. That is, if you even managed to before I cut you open.”

You stay perfectly still as you look up at her, barely daring to breathe as she watches. She tilts her head carefully to the side, watching the way your throat bobs as you swallow carefully, licking the last of her off your lips. 

“Please don't,” you whisper. “Please, Shauna?”

It's like your begging has taken the wind right out of her sails, a frustrated look crossing her face before she slowly powers the knife. 

You think she must've been expecting some sort of fight, must've been craving it like you crave her. 

She leaves you there on your knees without a word, still shaking from fear and something else altogether. 

[staryscorner]

Someone tries to flirt with their significant other

Characters: Gi-hun, The Salesman, Se-mi, and Hyun-ju

Y/n is gender neutral reader

Warnings: None just mention of cheating and alcohol

Pt1 | PT2

Gi-hun-

Gi- hun and you would go out every Friday to bet on horse races. It was one of your favorite date night ideas since you would either walk out with a pocket full of money or empty ones but both your hearts full of love. On one of these dates night Gi-hun actually won quite a lot so he went to the front box to collect it. So you were left there alone looking to see if you had also won and you did you jumped up in happiness and you were about to head to where Gi-hun was but a strange women decided to cling to your arm “Oh hey I see that you won so how about you take 

me out.” You tried to wiggle yourself but you couldn't since she kept gripping your arm harder. 

Gi hun was on his way back to you when he saw the scene of a random lady holding on to you so when you looked over to where he was you just lip whispered help me and he was glad to do so. “Um miss could you please let go of my S/o” “And who do you think you are” The lady hissed at him. 

“I'm their boyfriend!” He shouted “So you better not mess with them” She let go of you so fast and just covered her face due to everyone watching. Your bf made you wrap your arm around him and you both walked off laughing at what just happened “Thanks for saving me there” you told him as you kissed his cheek.

The Salesman-

After getting married with the love of your life you were both unable to be apart from each other. The only times where you both weren’t together was when he had to work. So whenever he left you would just stay home and do the chores since he would bring the money home it was the least you could do. It was about that time that he would come around so when you heard the doorbell you thought it was him “Welcome back hon-” You soon notice that it wasn't him just some door to door salesman. “Oh hello, how could I help you?” “I was wondering if you might have some time to hear about these products we sell” He said, grabbing the door making sure you couldn’t close it “Well-l” “It will only be a few minutes” As he began to speak about the products he eye’s lingered on your body. “If you don't mind me saying that outfit you have on looks nice nice on you body” he growled at you. You felt disgusted. Was he looking at your body this whole time!? You wanted to push the door shut but you couldn't since he had a firm grip on it. You soon saw a taller figure behind him that pulled him right to the floor. It was your lovely husband. “WTF was that?” When he saw the taller man that pulled him he became quiet. “Honey was this disgusting human talking to you” You just nodded and knew what was about to happen.

“Sweetie, could you serve us dinner? I'll be right back ok!” he smiled at you while holding the salesman by the collar. You don't question it and do what he told you to do. After only 5 minutes he came back with some blood on his face and his hair kinda messy.

“I'm glad I got here in time” he said, giving you a passionate kiss. You just melted in his kiss forgetting all that happened.

Se-mi-

Being the bold person that she is you knew what she was going to do

Both you and Se-mi were invited to a mutual friend party. You both dressed in matching colors so others knew you were both in a relationship. But without you knowing your friend invited your ex and to say that things ended awful was an understatement. 

When you both arrived you went to greet your mutual friend. The party was already halfway in so people were already tipsy. You both made it around greeting new and old friends and then you saw them….your ex. 

You told Se-mi you were going to the bathroom to freshen up. Your ex was listening in on the conversation and began plotting something. Once you left the bathroom someone pulled you into a corner. It was them. “Please take me back Y/n I beg you without you i'm lost.” They reeked of alcohol so you knew they weren’t in the right state of mind. She began to get touchy with you. “Please get away, I don't want to have anything to do with you” You said trying to push them off you. Before anything could happen Se-mi waltz in and slapped them making sure everyone's attention was on her. “If you’re here to hit on other people's partners then what type of human being are you?” She grabbed you in and kissed you in front of everyone. This is my love so you better not get in between us and if you do then you better watch your backs. She apologies to the host before leaving. 

Once you made it to her car you broke down. She listened to everything that happened and comforted you. I’ll always be here for you “I love you” she said “ I love you too” 

Hyun-ju-

While walking around the mall you and your girlfriend passed by a perfume shop so both decided to check it out. Once you enter you both get bombarded by workers asking if they wanted to try a sample of perfume. You didn't want to be mean and say no since they were just doing their job so you let them spray each perfume on you. 

You soon started to feel dizzy and almost fainted but you fell into one of the workers arms. “I think an angel fell into my arms.” You got up quickly stumbling back a bit as you did. “I'm sorry but I have a girlfr-” she soon stopped you from finishing your sentence and asked if you wanted to be there S/o and if you did then it would be a match made in heaven. You wanted to get away but you thought it would be rude. 

Hyun ju knew you weren’t a mean person and wasn't going to speak up so she went over and introduced herself. After Hyun-ju introduced herself to the worker she was in shock “OMG I'm so sorry I didn't mean to just flirt with them. I just thought since they were alone they weren't with anyone.” She apologized again before coming over and giving a free perfume. Sorry again for the inconvenience. You accept her apologies. Before leaving Hyun ju said “I hope you one day find your angle like I did.” You blushed at her words and quickly covered your face. “Thank you” she said as she watched you both walk hand in hand.

Here's Pt2!! So I did end up getting it done today and i'm glad I did!! If there's any other characters you want to see please suggest them!! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

[starset21]

Miss Possessive

Did I just write a Lando fic? Yes, yes I did. Based slightly of Tate McRae's song Miss Possessive.

Standard disclaimer: I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may currently be found is on tumblr.

She watched as Lando leaned casually against the bar, his laugh ringing out over the crowd. It was one of those nights where everything seemed perfect—the city lights casting a warm glow, the music pulsing through the air, and Lando, always the center of attention, smiling like he had no care in the world. They’d been friends for months, the kind of friendship where you know each other’s quirks, jokes, and dreams, but somewhere along the way, something shifted. Maybe it was the way he looked at her when they joked around or the soft touches when he’d reassure her after a bad day. She wasn’t sure when, but she knew she fell for him. Hard. And watching him now, her heart squeezed a little tighter.

A model—tall, gorgeous, and all curves—was eyeing him from across the room, the corners of her red lips curling into an inviting smile. She tossed her hair back, making sure her gaze lingered a little too long on him. She could feel her stomach tighten as she approached him, her steps slow and calculated. “Lando,” she purred, her voice smooth like velvet. “It’s so nice to see you out tonight.” She made note of the way Lando smiled at her—polite, distant, but still… he didn’t push her away. He was too polite, too kind to be rude. Her fingers tightened around her glass, and she felt a cold surge of jealousy wash over her. She had never realized how possessive she could feel. The model leaned closer, laughing at something he said, her fingers brushing his arm lightly. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the wave of frustration.

What was she supposed to do with this feeling? She’d always been the quiet one, the one who didn’t make scenes. But tonight, she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t let her think she had any chance. Without even realizing it, she stood up, walking over to them. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. “Hey, Lando,” she said, her voice a little sharper than usual. His head snapped toward her, a flash of relief crossing his face when he saw her. “Can I steal you away from the her for a moment,” she asked. Lando’s smile softened, and he excused himself from the model, his eyes flickering to her with curiosity.

The model, clearly irritated, gave him a final glance before turning away, leaving them standing there. “I thought you were going to let me have a little fun tonight,” Lando teased as she grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the crowd. “She was undressing you with her eyes. And I don’t share,” she replied boldly but quietly, not looking him in the eye, the possessiveness bubbling up inside was unmistakable. She could feel the heat of the crowded bar pressing in on her, the chatter around them growing louder as people danced and laughed. But all she could focus on was Lando—his tousled hair, the glint of mischief in his eyes, and the lingering warmth of his hand as she held onto it a little too tightly.

As we moved away, the crowd seemed to part, and she couldn’t help but notice how many eyes followed him. He had this effortless charm, the kind of charisma that made people flock to him without even trying. She hated that, but she also loved it, too. For a moment, Lando didn’t say anything. He just followed her until he deemed the area of the club good enough and stopped, forcing her to look at him. His hand came up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “I never thought you’d be the jealous type,” Lando chuckled, stepping closer to her. “Maybe I’m not,” she muttered, glancing up at him. “But I think I am when it comes to you.” His expression softened, and there was something in his eyes—a tenderness, an understanding. “Well, lucky for you,” he said with a smirk, “I don’t plan on sharing either.” 

She felt the words settle between them, the vulnerability in both of them suddenly palpable. She took in a shaky breath, unsure of how to respond, but in that moment, everything felt clearer. Lando smiled, a gentle, reassuring grin, and it made her heart flutter, as if the world had shifted to just the two of them. "You're mine, didn’t you know?" he said with a teasing smirk, but his eyes were softer, his tone different—more serious than it had ever been before. She blinked, her breath catching in her throat. “I think I’m okay with that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando leaned in, his face inches from hers, and for a split second, everything around them seemed to fade. The music, the crowd, even the tension—it all vanished. He leaned in just enough to brush his lips against hers, a quick kiss, the simple gesture sending a wave of warmth through her chest. "You don't have to fight for me, you know," he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead next as he pulled back just slightly to meet her gaze. "I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

[marcussour]

EXU: Divergence E01 random bits and thoughts

Guess who's back, back again? Let's do this

Brennan giving the pass to Matt giving the pass to Sam to make the ad

The production team really outdid themselves with the new intro and music for EXU

Oh no, wasted opportunity by Brennan by not starting the episode with just a 1 word referring an elemental concept (tho to be fair, we all were expecting that)

Starting with a vampiric hobgoblin tho, great choice

Loved the change of pace regarding Calamity and Downfall of, ok, we're starting deep within the Betrayers sphere of influence, and everything is terrible

Garen! Love it (there goes my guess that Matt was gonna play a young Ludinus)

Level 0?! Oh, that's an amazing choice, again, great contrast with how the other ones were super high level (and one basically gods)

A dwarf you say? Name Dari? Related to Matt's character?

Nia! Already love her

"I keep my hope quiet but I will never let them take it from me"

Fiedra! love the cockroach tatoo

Hand jokes galore!

"Is there anything remotely drinkable in this kitchen?"; "There's a bucket of blood under the chop shelf"

Kephekedriel's hilarious

Oh, we got 2 dragonborns

Erro! Crokas!

This 4 armed dude kinda sounds like Brennan's impression of Tim Curry, just dialed back a notch. I was waiting for him to ask Nia for some CHAIN WALLETS

Brennan do love some tiny little freaks

Oh, this thing with the mice and the fleas is super interesting. I kinda saw them as, not only some kinda of heralds of change (is it the Changebringer or the Wildmother?), but, is it like, the fleas biting and giving some light like, hope is contagious?

It was so obvious that the stuff at the beginning of the Prime deities being defeated was just propaganda, but its great to have the confirmation. Also, it fits with the theme of the campaign so much, like, Brennan's not being subtle at all, but sometimes there's no time for subtlety

STOP FIDGETING

"It's okay. I wouldn't want to help me either"

"IT'S SO BAD"

Bless by bug-bite. See, there's something here.

They really left the bad rolls for the second half of the episode... and then it comes Jasmine with a 24

Matt's rolling incredibly for a character that's level 0, he's so happy that he's finally getting good rolls for once.

Oh, it just dawned on me, this is the preambule to the Wildmother's fight with the Strife Emperor

Several thousand mice!

The well honored tradition of having a door being the fiercest enemy they've faced so far (which, since they're all level 0, makes total sense)

Oh Crokas, sweetie

"What do you do if you see a miracle?"

Crokas grunts are amazing

Great to see that there's the remnants of how the Dawnfather and the Storm Lord helped the Wildmother defeat the Strife Emperor

"10 gets you somebody, 15 gets you some buddies, 20 gets you everybody", see, I love so much that kind of wordplay that Brennan always do, dude's just so good at this

Oh, those rolls by Jasmine were just terrible

Liam nonchanantly with that Nat20

Starmian Fiddleflask, amazing name, no notes

A bottle of red wine, a wheel of cheese and a bottle of fish roe, not a bad start tbh

"Sorry Vox Machina, get good"

One night over and Fiedra's already talking about eating people

Oh, Alexander has a mean Gollum imitation, giving Liam a run for his money

Once again, the contrast between the opulence of Avalir in Calamity vs the characters making dairy checks to survive and struggling to find food and water here in Divergence

RIP Starmian

That last scene with the party watching the Stormlord passing through was incredible. The highlighting of the rain doble nature as both creation and destruction. Crokas conversation with the Stormlord.

Give and take and take and take and give and take.

[natalicss]

Hiii babiiee! I love your popstar!reader x GD universe so much, the writing is immaculate and they’re the cutest little muffins I ever did see 🥹 responding to your post about her teasing the shit out of him about his Good Day “I’m single��� quote, imagine if they hadn’t been outed at the Chanel fashion show and she’s one of his guest stars and he has no choice but to say that he’s single for the sake of their secret little relationship.

I can 110% see her ROASTING him and getting him all flustered because hello??? he HAS to say that to placate the fans but he didn’t think she’d take the opportunity to tease the shit out of him while they’re FILMING THE SEGMENT.

reader: oh what?? You’re single? *turns to camera* you heard it here first, ladies, G-Dragon is single and ready to mingle! *shit eating grin*

Ji: *eyes popping out of his head, face red* I--I mean…well…

*At the gym, on the thigh master*

reader: daaaamn Ji, leaving nothing to the imagination huh?

😂😂😂

OMG HEYYYY! tysm for the love! writing these two has been so much fun and it’s been the most motivation i’ve had for writing in a WHILEEE

HONESTLY IF I HAD KNOWN MORE ABOUT THE SHOW I WOULDVE KEPT THEM A SECRET LONGERRRRR FOR THIS!!!

either way i feel like this girl doesn’t let jiyong LIVE. she’s like early-mid twenties (i think she was 21 when they met and is about 24 now) so she’s gen z & is probably VERY chaotic. i know this girl is using fake accounts to get as many memes of him as she can to send to him. she’s saving clips from his episode to send to him.

like i have the video of him screaming as he’s hitting the tiny punching bag thingy saved, she’d send that to him every time she’s stressed about something and say “me rn”

technically TECHNICALLY the segment was filmed before the chanel stuff so TECHNICALLY this all could still happen. she’s sitting there and he says he’s single and the camera just zooms in on her looking at him like 🤨. then she starts conspiring against him.

i feel like she’d raise a brow at him and he’d catch it and immediately know where this is going. she’d turn to the camera, smiling wide. “you heard it here first! THE G DRAGON is single and ready to mingle.” she’d turn back to him and act like she’s holding a microphone. “G Dragon, tell the people what kind of person you’re looking for. what’s your type?”

this man is hiding his face as everyone else is laughing at him. he’s trying to compose himself but NOBODY IS GIVING HIM A BREAK, not even reader.

and at the gym she’s not anyyyy better. definitely teasing him & encouraging him to go on every machine. definitely wooping and cheering. she doesn’t go on any of it because WE NEED TO KEEP JIYONG CALM. we can’t have him running off with his girl in the middle of filming, and in front of EVERYBODY.

and with the thigh master specifically, when it’s jiyongs turn she’s absolutely CACKLING. she does a whistle and is like “the ladies are going to LOVE this.” she would absolutely say something like “FOR FREE???”

but the part where he’s boxing with seho & soohyun, she’s probably standing back with code kunst & is just staring at him. especially the one part with soo hyun, the camera probably zooms in on reader staring at him because she is now the one who needs to be calmed down. i meannnn come onnnnnnnnnnnn. he’s like “it feels good to do this!” and she’s just staring at him like she’s about to pounce (she is).

and even if she wasn’t there, and she’s watching it for the first time like the rest of us, she’d probably act the exact same. she’s probably sitting on her couch with him, watching the boxing scene and she’s like “pause the show.” and he’s confused because of how serious she sounds. he pauses it and expects her to either be upset with him or maybe she saw something on her phone. he barely gets a second to ask her what’s wrong before she’s aggressively making out with him.

she is proving exactly why jiyong is in fact NOT single and ready to mingle.

[melatonindeficient]

i just hate how Mel and Jayce never actually broke up.

Like if they did, I would probably (not really but whatever) be less salty about the way their paths diverged. Their last conversation had an hollowness to it, as if in making Jayce's character arc about saving Viktor rather than him trying to be a truly good leader (subtle shade at how I wish there was a greater focus on the Piltover-Zaun conflict) they forgot about about the fact that he also had other relationships (I'm also referring to how it felt like he didn't speak to much of anyone this season (and yes I'm aware this is partially due to him being in a hole for half the season, I'm referring to the rest of it)). Just because their lives were going in different directions and they were changing didn't mean they didn't have love binding them (I mean that was literally the premise of jayvik, and vi and jinx).

When they first saw each other again, they were two people who had undergone immense amounts of trauma over the course of a very short period of time—that conversation was never going to go very well. And as much as I hated the way he spoke to Mel at first, Jayce's reaction to seeing her makes sense; I mean, he saw Salo, who wasn't particularly likeable, and took him out just because the voices said so. Plus, in addition to his head splitting in two, his best friend had just walked away from him and used Hextech—Jayce's lifelong dream and reason for living—for an immoral cause. If Viktor could betray him, who was to say that Mel—his lover, yes, but also a tactical politician—wasn't also playing some long game?

We see his sense return to him during their passenger conversation, but his uncharacteristic bluntness makes it almost seem like he was severing their relationship, but I think that's a crazy thing to assume when he was preoccupied with a rapidly approaching battle, and one in which he'd have to attempt to kill his best friend (again! And this time in a more stable state of mind where he'd actually be able to register it!).

Now for my glorious queen Mel; she doesn't seem to have much of a say in any of this. She spends years in control pulling the strings of Piltovan politics, only to have all of her control seized from her in an instant. Then she comes home and her boyfriend—this one unchangeable force in her life, this one person she likely thought would remain the same—had changed. They never even get a chance to understand each other, and unlike the majority of the conversations Mel has, she doesn't have the upper hand or even a level playing field.

(personal opinion leaking through here because whyyy why could they not have just one more soft scene before she lost everything and he got absorbed into the freaking cosmos)

Anyway, Mel doesn't just let things happen to her, and it's not like the Black Rose just took that trait away from her (which is established because she could've taken her mother's betrayal and done nothing, but rather chooses to fight for the city she chose rather than the one that molded her). So the way that their last conversations went makes it seem like either she'd been expecting them to break up (which she deadass had no reason to) or they were both holding on to a hope that that conversation was just unfinished, and they could scream and yell and comfort and console when they weren't facing an imminent threat.

It's unfinished. It's empty.

Obviously I would've loved to see them together and happy forever and ever amen, but if they had to split i wish they'd actually split. Some angst or something instead of that empty ass fucking conversation.

[halfbaked00q]

okay as an admitted did-not-watch-NTTD'er who got, like, all of their info from uhh recappers, the wiki synopsis, the specific clips with Q I watched, and whatever I osmosis'ed from fics.

I finally watched the beginning of NTTD at @prismatic-bell's nudging. And I was like. Okay wait. wait wait wait. This is... well-written? And shot and directed & acted?? In a hollywood movie lmao?? Like. The way it's set up w Madeleine's backstory, and then the Bond & Madeleine stuff that does a much better job of establishing their relationship, the goooorgeous wide shots.

I admittedly was rather "I close my eyes I do not see" to a lot of canon - coming from partially a comics fandom background I'm very aware, well-versed, and well-practiced in the 'canon is your pick-and-choose buffet no need to feel like you have to 'respect' the 'sanctity' of 'canon' esp when it's Bad (like it contradicts other canon or you can just Tell this character was Not Written Well and it's like, here's what it could be that is better)' - and from opinions I saw on NTTD I was expecting to be very pick & choose about it.

But okay, wait. wait wait wait. It works. The beginning at least which I watched. Works. Like, it establishes a key character moment for Madeleine that Explains Everything about her behavior, actually - like she just like Bond is actually also very traumatized & has been locking it down/deflecting it vs processing it, and the whole like Vesper thing is (to me) very obviously her misdirecting Bond away from her own Goin Thru It. I can see how it can read as very suspicious to Bond esp with everything else but it, like, is a Narrative and Makes Sense for her character and Works. wild.

Even the Bond stuff makes a ton of sense. Like, when I hadn't watched it and was going off second & third hand information, one of the things I was hrrrm ?? about was the. How do you get from the guy who says "I miss you" at Vesper's grave, to the guy who put Madeleine on the train. The man who, even after finding out Vesper betrayed him, still wanted to save her? Would... send Madeleine away? In what, a fit of pique? Surely he's more of a "run to me and I will handle it" if it turns out not to be true or a "if it is, I'll handle it" kind of guy.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT IT WAS. YOU KNOW WHAT IT FUCKING WAS LMAO. I WAS MISLED BY THE FUCKIN. BILLIE EILISH SONG LMAO. The lyrics of it make it SOUND like it's a like "you betrayed/cheated on me how could I have ever trusted you" break-up song kind of situation. BUT IT ABSOLUTELY FCKN WASN'T LMAO.

It's like. two traumatized individuals who trauma-bonded and honestly maybe should have spent time apart healing/learning themselves again before re-evaluating if they think a relationship could work, but like. they both were Goin Thru It and let themselves get carried away with it ig. And then right when Madeleine was like. hm I've been Not Dealing with this a Lot (tbh her being a psychologist probably made it worse cuz I think it made her more effective at Not Dealing With It and deflecting/misdirecting, but like. I don't think she was doing it intentionally, I think it was just a "combination of circumstances" thing. But this also works cuz I think before the like why did Madeleine push him towards Vesper again even though he said she was in his past. And it's like. She was delaying dealing with HER shit and probably unconsciously deflected his attention by poking at waht she thinks is still HIS equivalent to her baggage) where was I. Oh yeah, Madeleine is like. hm. yeah. the whole letting go of secrets thing. I. need to come clean to him...

but then all of the Spectre stuff happens.

Even the him sitting in the car thing is soooo so so. Cuz Craig absolutely put his whole pussy in the acting for this scene. he's got that like. wrong side of overstimulated so you shoot past being in the zone and instead are zoning out lowkey thing going on, mixed with the like. agent faced with a hopeless situation Observing Everything still but like vaguely morbidly amused about it, probably what's running through the brain rn is "lmao, wonder which bullet will be The One" kind of deal. And cross-cutting the shooting & wide shots with the bells was *chefs kiss* genius.

Even Madeleine not managing to tell him was well written/paced. Cuz it was very believable that she (not trained for this) was scared/shocked & couldn't get a word out. Until the "JAMES. I'd rather die than have you think I--" and then the fucking. tragedy of the bad timing. god. And then even her not just saying it later is like, it all makes sense with the way it was paced, shot, & edited. It was beaaautiful oh man. This also where I was like. damn lmao. miscommunication in a movie where it. feels like it makes sense and isn't just a stupid macguffin lol??? In a hollywood movie?? wild

but yeah this is also where it was like. hey wait. the man who, in the face of sort of a morbid (passively?) suicidal emotional blowout due to the Everything, but was able to break through it when she got through to him enough for him to look at her, and her to cry & shake her head like no, it's not true/no don't do this/please/(w.e). and go, "Okay." and take action. How does he put her on the train??

BUT. BUT FUCKING. BUT THEN. MY GOD. *Actually* watching the fucking scene I was like. Ooooh. ough ough oh god. This isn't him vindicatively cutting her out of his life "the bitch is dead" style. This is his Vesper in the elevator cage moment. He's fucking drowning in the cage but he doesn't want to take her with him. He's locking her out of the cage. god.

And the fucking. devastation on his face while he's on the platform. THAT'S HIS FUCKIN. VESPER HOLDING HIM ONE LAST TIME AND SHOVING HERSELF TO TH EBACK OF THE CAGE AAARGGGGHH BARK BARK BARK

Which, a-fucking-gain. THEN MAKES THE NO TIME TO DIE SONG. ALL THE FUCKING MORE EGREGIOUS LMAO. "was I stupid to love you was I foolish to trust was it obvious to everybody else" WHAT ARE YOU ON. THIS IS A SHAKESPEAREAN TRAGEDY THIS ISN'T FUCKIN. 'THE BITCH IS DEAD.'

God this is like when ppl are convinced QoS was Bond going on a revenge rampage when he was (1) not even rampaging (2) not on a revenge quest/storyline - that was Camille's story!!!* caveat I did not watch QoS either lol, but I did watch a video essay breaking it down which I found Very Compelling and have since incorporated it into my worldview lmao. Like, in light of me actually watching the beginning of NTTD, and then it launching into the title sequence and the song. IT ACTIVELY. REWRITES HISTORY YOU JUST WATCHED ON THE SCREEN AAAGGGHHH BITE CHOMP KILL. IT UNDERMINES THE WHOLE. ALL OF THE WORK THE FILMMAKERS DID UP TO THAT POINT IN PLOTTING OUT ACTING OUT & ESTABLISHING THE STORY TO THIS POINT.

Like. The problem of the song isn't even oh it's a limited POV thing. IT'S NOT EVEN WAHT BOND'S POV WOULD HAVE BEEN/SHOULD HAVE BEEN BY THAT POINT. Again, this is the "the bitch is dead" edit of the scene, BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED. THIS IS BOND LOWKEY SPIRALING AND LIKE. OVERSTIMULATED-EXTREME-EMOTIONAL-AMBUSH-IN-A-VERY-SHORT-TIME LOWKEY EMOTIONALLY SPINNING OUT. BUT THEN BREAKING THRU IT ENOUGH WHEN MADELEINE CALLED FOR HIM. TO LOCK HER OUT OF HIS SINKING CAGE. BRUH. BE SO FORREAL RN.

also lmao she clutches her torso WAY too high up, bruh that's her sternum not her belly... but ig the idea translates across still.

but yeah. god. And here I thought No Time to Die the song was just. boring & musically uninspiring. but no. it's so much worse lmao. god.

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts 4x13 Live Reaction

Anyone else excited for the 2 seasons renewal???

Oooh Pete in life. So lame jokes.

Love the kitchen scenes. "Angry sauce".

Aww Jay wanting to honor the ghosts - Sam's face.

LOL the Carol thing. Jay's like "I win!"

THOR OMG. Not a Hero move.

OMG the Power Friends return.

Flower still lives with Hetty???

OMG.

LOL these two are bad are lying.

Pony & Bangs at it again.

Isaac's face thing!!!! He was so disgusted. :(

WHAT??? There wasn't anything!! Why didn't SEE this drama??? You can't just claim this. One fight is not enough.

Carol! OMG.

Is this really going to cause a problem for Jay :(

"Bribable with a lollipop - might be out dated".

LOL Bela mentioned as responding to every review, creatively. :)

THE MAFIA??

OMG Carol.

I love coming into these episodes unspoiled. :)

LOL - Jay... no.... well it is.

Sleeping with the fishes. LOL

Awww, Jay.

Carol's family is a Mob family. OMG Pete never knew. I'm dying.

I CANT BELIEVE THIS.

Sass is too funny.

Aww Pete. Useful idiot. Alberta!

Hetty is lying through her teeth.

Oh no, this is going to end up being a trouble for Trevor. WHO LIVES IN THAT ROOM.

"It's alright forgotten - I believe you."

That's so comforting Carol.

Sam's freaked out face.

Ohhh Jay.

Carol telling Sam that killing Jay would be okay - you'll find someone else.

OMG. This is so awkward.

UH oh. UH oh.

Big real estate moves.

Oh no. He's going to lose this vote.

Flower's not good at secrets. TBF he was going to get the idea on his own.

Trevor: *Hetty*.

LOL Carols like you're a dumbass.

THE GHOSTS ARE RUINING THINGS again.

I'm curious how they're going to get out of this.

OMG

Carol! They're family too.

Awww Pete! He wants to help.

LOL Jay.

Carol was a mob accountant. Jesus.

There's a tasteful nudes box - LOL.

Trevor and Hetty are going ending up sharing a room.

OMFG.

Why are Alberta and Isaac so against this!???

This is hilarious. "It's a matter of time before you two get back together." If I didn't know better, I would say they were already back together and this was a way to get them to share a room.

Wait Alberta and Isaac would rather live together - so Hmoney won't??? THAT MAKES NO SENSE.

Why did Isaac get to keep his solo room when Nigel left? Seems unfair.

But now Trevor/Hetty have their own rooms. Okay. At least Trevor finally gets a bed.

That's so dumb. Especially because we never saw too much drama.

Side note - Florfinn were having sex in front of Trevor and it's a sacrifice to not get it?

"He can't hear you Pete" - "That's why I feel comfortable about it"

Yay!!! It worked!!!

Awww all the postcards :) So cute.

"That is tasteful!"

OOOOh They so planned it.

LOL move very slow.... she won't figure it out.

And Flower figures it out??? ANDDDDDDDDD She forgets??? LOL love it.

Overall, I enjoyed the episode. Thoughts???

[hannahssimblr]

She’s on the bed, lamp on, curtains still open to the winter scene outside. The lights of Roskilde glitter in the distance. I expect to find her emotional, like in a movie, where the girl throws herself upon the bed sobbing, mopping her face with tissues. Astrid is impassive. She watches me enter her bedroom and says nothing. 

“Are you… alright?”

“There is something wrong with Mia. This is what she does. I’m fine, yes.” Indifferent and cool again, it is obvious she has remembered who she is supposed to be.

“Okay, because to be honest, that was a lot.” Rather intense piano noises float through the house and through the gaps in the door. Mia, beating the keys. 

“It’s not true, by the way, those things she said about me throwing the Matador board. I haven’t done that since I was a child.”

“We’ve all done that at one point, I’d say.” I sit down with her and hold her foot. Those stripy woollen socks are rough in my hand. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”

“I’m not embarrassed. I just said I haven’t done it since I was a child, so I don’t associate myself with it.”

“Oh, right.”

She pauses and looks out the window for a while, eyes glazed with thoughts. “I don’t come home very much anymore because of her,” she says, then. “She’s so insufferable.”

“It’s fairly obvious you two don’t get along.”

“Well, never have.”

“Any reason?”

“No, she just hates me. She’s always resented me for being born. She loved being the youngest, and now she’s furious with me. So much so that she’ll never forgive me for being alive, I’m sure.”

“Ah.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” she says, turning those piercing eyes on me. “You were the youngest once, too. I’m certain you’d never act like this towards your sister.”

“Well, there were different dynamics. It’s not like Ivy stole my place in the family, or whatever. I didn’t get any joy out of being the only child. There was nothing she could take away from me.”

“It must be different with girls.” Mia launches into an especially insane passage of her piece and Astrid purses her lips. A little slice of the version I saw downstairs seeping out. “She’s so annoying. Horrible, jealous, and annoying. I can’t wait to go back to Berlin and get away from her.”

“A couple more days is all,” I say. “You can try your best to be civil, you know? Or just avoid her if it’s that bad.”

“It is that bad. She makes it impossible to be civil, I–” she bunches her fists into her eyes as the music crashes on, distracting from her train of thought. “Could you go down there and tell her to shut up, please?”

I laugh. “In those words?”

“Yes. I don’t care. Just make sure she stops playing so that I’m not tormented by her, even in my private space.”

“You really want that?”

“Yes.”

I hesitate. “It’s a bit awkward, no?”

“You can tell her I said it. I don’t care. Just make her stop. She knows she’s doing it to get to me. It’s one of her sly tricks. If it is you that tells her, she may actually listen.”

I leave and make my way down to the study, where Mia has left the door open. The sounds of the piano pour out into the hallway, rising and falling, tinkling chromatics, music that makes me feel like droplets of water are spilling down my back. An audio sensory feeling I’ve only had before from those special songs in my playlists. It’s nice, whatever it is, so for moments I stand in the door and watch her play. Her hands on the keyboard are fluid, fast. She sees me, but pretends not to. We both wait until she has finished, the last notes ringing out, giving way to quiet.

Still, with her face turned away, she hooks her thick hair behind her ears, chin high and proud. “She’s sent you here to make me stop.”

Awkward now, obviously. “Sorry.”

Mia hacks out a laugh. “She’s always hated when I play.”

“I thought it was very good.”

She looks at me now, guarded eyes searching my face for mocking or insincerity. “Well, it is my job to be good.”

“Yes, well,” I step inside and gently pull the door behind me. “I knew, like, on some level, you’d be good, with your degree and all, but hearing it in person is different.”

Her eyes follow me across the room toward an armchair by the window. “Thank you.”

“What was that song?”

“Liszt.”

“Ah.”

“You like his work?”

“Um,” I sit down, a good view of the keyboard and all its worn ivories. “I liked that. I don’t know his other stuff.”

“You say it like he’s released a series of pop albums.”

“Sorry, I don’t know the right way to talk about it. I just mostly thought that was cool, and kind of mad at the same time.”

“That was Hungarian Rhapsody. They aren’t all like that. I was just feeling a need to get out my frustration.”

“What else has he done?”

She purses her lips, and I know I’ve again said something the wrong way. Turning back to the piano, she plucks out a series of gentle notes while I follow her hands with rapt attention. “This is Liebestraum. Do you recognise it?”

“No.”

“It’s softer.”

The melody is lyrical, dreamy, flows like a heartfelt confession. Makes me feel like I’m longing for something. Reminds me I am pretty much always doing that, and isn’t that it? Life? Always yearning for the things you cannot have. “Jesus, you really are so good.” Mia just nods. “You know that, obviously,” I add. “I just wanted to repeat it.”

While she plays, and the lyrical sound fills the little room. Often, I have thought of the piano as something annoying, a sound that only meant my TV show or game would be interrupted. Something played reluctantly, the subject of a hundred arguments at home, but to listen to it like this is a pleasure. The swelling of sound, unexpected discord, then resolution. After the piece fades into silence like a dream fading to memory, I simply sit. 

“It’s complicated, isn’t it?” I say eventually. “It never really does what you think it’s going to do.”

“That’s why I like the romantics. They were breaking the rules and changing what music was.”

I nod, not knowing exactly what she means, but feeling as if I do. “My sister plays the piano.”

“Ah, yes?”

“Yeah, since she was six, though she’s not able to do all this.”

“You said she is eleven?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, no eleven-year-old can do this. Their hands are too small.”

I let out a small laugh, though Mia doesn’t seem to understand she was being funny. “Yeah,” I say, “well you’re right there. Hopefully, one day, she will.”

“If she works hard.”

“I don’t know about that. She’s pretty lazy.”

“Well, most people don’t want to play piano as kids. It’s a matter of making them do it because you can see the potential. I was serious always, I suppose, but for me it was all I really liked to do. I didn’t have other things I cared so much about.”

“Well, I’d love if she was good enough to play like that. I think I’d just sit and listen all day.”

Mia doesn’t know what to say. My compliments have made her uncomfortable. 

“Hey, so you do concerts on stage, right? That’s your job?”

“Yes.”

“Have you played in Berlin?”

“Not yet. I will be in the summer. I’m playing Rach 2 with the Berlin Phil.”

“Oh.”

A small eye roll, making fun of herself. “Rachmaninov’s second piano concerto, I mean. With the Berlin Philharmonic. They are an orchestra.”

“Ah, so a whole big thing.”

“Yes, I suppose.”

“Do you think if I brought my sister to that, you could talk to her about music and stuff?”

A smile tugs at her lips. “Yes, of course. I could give her a tour of the concert hall. I could let her try the piano and bring her backstage to show her what it is like.”

“You have that kind of power?”

“I am the soloist, Jude. I can do whatever I like.”

“Wow, yes, I mean, that’d be amazing. She would love that so much. That’s really kind of you.”

She shrugs and turns back to the piano, just to look at it instead of having to look at me. Perhaps remembering who I am by association. The boyfriend of the enemy. “If you want, you can tell Astrid I have finished playing. Tell her you told me to shut up, and I did.”

“I’m sorry, Mia. I really didn’t want to have to ask you.”

She flips her hair and stares up at a seascape painting, propped against the wall above the piano. “I’m sure she has told you already her version of things. About how horrible I am.”

“She hasn’t. She really doesn’t talk about that kind of thing with me. All I knew before coming here is that she has two sisters and a nephew.”

“Oh, so she’s still like that.”

“Like what?”

“Completely detached. That’s nice to know.”

I don’t know what to say. 

“You know it’s true what I was saying about her in the kitchen? She’ll tell you I was lying, but I wasn’t. She really did throw the board. She wanted to throw it tonight, but she remembered you were there.”

“It’s fine, really. I don’t care who threw the board.” 

“You don’t think it’s completely childish? That she acts like a twelve-year-old all the time?”

I massage my palm with my thumb. “What is it between you two, anyway? Is this just normal sibling stuff, or is there something else?”

“Something else.”

“Like, I dunno. Did you both like the same boy or something?”

Mia turns to face me, eyes incredulous. “That’s what you think? Sisters are fighting, so it must be something to do with us, men! They couldn’t possibly have anything else to be upset about?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, sorry.”

“It’s because Astrid gets everything she wants. Always has. She was six during our parents’ divorce, and she’s the one that cried the most about it. She learned that if she cried enough, she’d get whatever she wanted, just to make her shut up.”

“Mia, I mean, she was a small child.”

“You know she got her own bedroom? I had to share with Pernille, who was always using the phone to call her friends and her stupid boyfriends as I was trying to sleep, and smoking weed out the window. The smell gave me a headache. I hate that kind of thing. Astrid got her own room and all the toys she wanted. Oh, and this!” She throws her hand toward the piano. “I was the talented one. I worked hardest, and all I ever heard about was how Astrid was drawing such pretty pictures, that frankly, weren’t even that good. Everyone was just pretending. She thinks she’s so wonderful now, but it’s all based on lies. Everyone gave her an opinion of herself that was entirely unwarranted.”

“She’s good, though. You can’t deny that. They’re putting her ceramics in galleries.”

“Confidence and good looks get you everywhere. She knows it. God,” she scoffs, tension in her body as though decades of pent up fury is forcing its way to the surface. “And we worried so much about her, did you know? After that whole thing with the photographer. Do you think she ever apologised for that? No. She didn’t care. She only cares about herself.”

“The photographer?”

“Oh, God, of course you don’t know about that, either. You don’t know about any of it. I assumed she was in a normal relationship with you, seeing as you’re here, but it seems I was wrong. Do you know anything about her?”

I hesitate. “Not about her past.”

“She brought you here without telling you a thing about her? How weird. She’s so weird.”

“Well, in fairness, I was the one that asked to come. I didn’t want to go home for Christmas. She didn’t really have an option but to say yes.”

Rolling her eyes. “Okay, well, of course. The photographer was a man she met when she was seventeen. After the disaster with N–” she freezes. “You know about Nicklas?”

My heart skips. “No.”

“I shouldn’t be telling you this,” she says, before telling me anyway. “He lived nearby. Our mothers are friends. Helle, from today, would come here all the time for coffee and to talk. They were pregnant together, and then Astrid was born, and two weeks later, Nicklas. They grew up together. Helle took him with her to our house and let him play with us, and he and Astrid started school together at once. 

“Then, as they grew up, they would play together all the time. Climbing trees in the garden and things. He would cycle to see her and wait on the doorstep. So many times, I would come home to find him there waiting for her to come outside. I suppose he was her best friend or something.”

“And then?”

“Oh, then she was fourteen, and realised she was pretty. She befriended a group of horrible girls at school, who laughed too loudly at things just to make you feel excluded, and tried to get the attention of boys. Nicklas joined in with those boys, the ones that played football outside of school, just so she would pay attention to him again. It was sad, really. We all felt bad for him because he was so obviously having feelings for her. He was a teenage boy.

“And then one day…” Mia shrugs. “She finally came around. It was like she saw sense for the first time. Or maybe she liked how much he liked her. They dated when they were sixteen. He was so happy. She was happy. She was laughing all the time and holding hands and kissing in front of everybody. Helle and our mom were happy, too, because they’d always secretly wished for it. It was, I suppose, their idea of meant-to-be.”

“Obviously it wasn’t though, seeing as I’m here now.”

Mia shakes her head. “No, obviously not. They were together for a few months. I don’t know, not many. Then one day he broke up with her.”

“Why?”

“Maybe he realised the fantasy was better than the reality, I don’t know. She is not so easy to deal with. I’m sure there came a point where he had enough, and I can’t blame him. It devastated her. Oh, just crying all the time,” she rolls her eyes. “It was terrible, the turmoil. Locked up there in her bedroom all the time, refusing to eat. It was because she always thought she was better than him, and that she was doing him a great favour by being his girlfriend. She could not take it when he was the one to end things. At least that’s what I think about it. Poor little Astrid.”

I shouldn’t know about this. If Astrid had wanted me to know it, she would have told me, and yet I find myself unable to let it go. Like a starving man, grabbing at whatever he can get. Forcing my guilt aside for more. Yet the more I hear, the more my body protests. A sick feeling. Tightness in my chest, palms prickling with sweat. I swallow. “So, she got over it, right?”

“Hm.”

“This was, what, four, five years ago? Enough time to let it go, surely.”

“I haven’t asked her. I hope so, but it did something to her. She’s been strange ever since. Having strange relationships.”

“Like the photographer.”

“Oh, yes, that was the whole point. Him. He was one outcome of this. Astrid, and her need to show Nicklas she didn’t need him by dating all kinds of men. Never single, but always with this strange attitude, so closed off, acting like someone else. We worried. And then, oh, god, then came the holiday with a friend of hers and her parents to France. On the beach, she met this man who told her she could be a model. She believed him. He was twenty-nine, or something. Completely inappropriate. The parents of her school friend had to call our mother, panicked and upset because Astrid hadn’t come back to the hotel one evening. Turns out she was with this man and his friends, drinking, by the way, and–”

“No, hang on,” I say, guts churning, now. “I actually don’t think I can know any more. I don’t want to hear this.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Well, she won’t tell you on her own.”

“I know, it’s… maybe it’s one of those things better left in the past.” I want to stand up and leave. Go outside into the freezing wind and swallow lungfuls of it until I stop feeling so hot, but that’d be a weird thing to do. I’d have to explain myself. I sit, leg jumping as Mia stares at me, squinting her eyes like I’m a passage from a book she cannot decipher.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I think, really. I don’t want to know.”

“I know everything about her, Jude. You can ask me.”

A lurching feeling, like getting sick. “No, no. I want to respect… it’s not right that I know. I don’t want to. It might change things.”

She frowns. After a moment, her interest wanes, and she simply shrugs. “Okay,” she turns back to the piano, and picks another piece to play. 

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[littelovelunette]

Hi, can u do Vi x Reader. Where she is Caitlyn’s sister and she went with Vi and Caitlyn to stop Jinx but in the aftermath, Caitlyn abandoned Vi and Reader leaving them heartbroken especially Reader. After that, Vi disappeared too and Reader was crying hard. During 6 months, she became a vigilante (like Deku in MHA). Her hair is pitch dark and her eyes are almost tired but she has been helping the Undercity with finding shelter and food for them but also fighting crimes. During the scene where Isha was going to sacrifice herself, Reader took her place and she was slightly injured. Vi saw her and was shocked and she ranned to her with Caitlyn and they took off her clock and saw it was Reader.

Shadows of the Undercity

This is so big and so detailed, anon, I don't know, if I did well, I dont watch anime, I'm literally just a writer 😭 feel free to request changes and whatsoever I'm just gonna go in a corner and cry-

The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood. The battle with Jinx had left the Undercity in chaos, buildings crumbling, fires raging in the distance.

The dust had barely settled when Caitlyn turned away from Vi and her sister, her expression unreadable.

"Cait…?" Vi’s voice cracked, but Caitlyn only shook her head.

"I can’t do this," she whispered before walking away, leaving them both behind.

You clenched your fists, your breath ragged.

Watching Caitlyn leave you both, Vi’s heartbreak was evident, but the pain that cut through you was unbearable. Vi was too stunned to speak, and in the aftermath, silence swallowed you both whole.

Days passed, then weeks, and one night, Vi disappeared too—without a word, without a trace.

You actually searched for her at first, desperate to find the only person left who mattered. But you couldn't find her anywhere. Did she not care about you as well?

But as time passed, hope crumbled into dust. Left alone, abandoned by those you loved, you finally hardened.

Grief morphed into determination, and with no family left to turn to, you turned to the Undercity itself.

For six months, you roamed the streets of Zaun, becoming a shadow in the night. Your once-bright eyes dulled with exhaustion, your hair dark as the abyss you lived in.

You fought crime, protected the weak, and found shelter for those who had none. The people whispered your name—some in awe, some in fear. A vigilante born from heartbreak, but still, a protector.

The night was unforgiving. Rain poured down as the distant sounds of battle echoed through the streets.

You stood on the edge of a ruined bridge, watching as Isha—a young girl with nothing left to lose—prepared to throw herself to the enemy, to sacrifice herself to save the few people.

"Don’t do this," your voice was low, weary. You had seen too many lives lost, too many sacrifices made. You refused to let another die tonight.

"I have to," Isha replied, her small frame trembling. "If I don’t, they’ll—"

You didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, you shoved Isha behind yourself, stepping forward just as the bullet tore through the air.

Pain seared through your side, but you gritted your teeth, standing firm as the enemy fell before your blade.

Everything blurred for a moment. The pain, the rain, the gasps from the people behind you. And then—

"No—NO!" A familiar voice rang out.

Before you could react, strong bandaged arms caught you, steadying you before you collapsed. Vi’s hood was pulled back, and the world seemed to freeze before your almost blurring vision.

Vi’s face hovered above you, blue eyes wide with shock and horror. Caitlyn stood behind her, drenched in rain, lips parted as if words failed her.

"It’s you," Vi whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "You’re alive."

You barely had the strength to glare. "Didn’t seem like you cared."

Vi flinched, guilt flashing across her face. Caitlyn stepped closer, her hands trembling. "We… we thought you—"

"You left me," you spat, voice raw. "Both of you. And now you show up?"

Vi shook her head, her grip tightening. "I never meant to— I was lost, I—"

"Don’t," you cut her off, shoving Vi’s hands away. The exhaustion was catching up, blood seeping through your clothing, but you refused to be weak in front of them. "I don’t need your apologies. I don’t need anything from either of you."

But your body betrayed you. You swayed, legs giving out. Vi caught you again, holding you close as Caitlyn kneeled beside you both.

"Let us help you," Vi murmured, her voice filled with something fragile, something broken.

For the first time in months, you hesitated. You had been alone for so long. You had survived without them. And yet, as Vi held you, something deep inside you ached for the warmth you thought you had lost forever.

Maybe… just this once.

Maybe you didn’t have to be alone anymore.

[laurabenanti]

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