#fighting for my life cause i swore had had more close ups but i was forced to use that first shot 💔

[inwumaki]

Still with You— ft. Yuta Okkotsu

Anime: Jujutsu kaisen/jjk

Character/s: Yuta Okkotsu

Synopsis: Yuta getting flashbacks after you two broke up (Angst??)

A/n: I wrote this while listening to Jungkook's Still with you so- (I'm not the best at writing these kinda stuff so I apologize in advance)

날 스치는 그대의 옅은 그 목소리

"Your faint voice that brushes past me"

He could remember it all so clearly, the way your lips moved as you said the words which made his heart stop. The bitter after taste of the recent encounter between you two ate him up from inside.

"Yuta"

"Mhm?"

"I'm sorry..but I cannot do this anymore. I love you but I can't ignore the constant paranoia of you still being in love with Rika."

Was it something he had said? Done? He could swear on his life he would fix the mistakes. He loved you but you refused to listen. He had moved on long ago, did you view him the same as your ex?

"What're you saying...?"

"I'm sorry" You mumbled one last time before leaving.

Yuta swore if you would have atleast given him a minute to react he would got on his knees begging you to stay.

내 이름을 한 번만 더 불러주세요

"Please call my name just one more time"

Yuta could hear your voice of all those times you called him by his nickname 'Yuu'. The times you would whine and complain about how much Gojo had put you through on the missions.

"Yuuuuuu!"

"Yes?"

"Did you know today Gojo-sensei promised to help us with the mission but that jerk left us stranded there."

"How about we get ice cream to make you forget about the day? Will that be good?"

"That sounds more than good."

He always loved when you complained to him even though that's not anything special but to Yuta it was, the fact you would open up to him made him feel loved and important enough. He wished to hear you say his name again the same way.

얼어버린 노을 아래 멈춰 서있지만

"Though I’m standing under the frozen sunset"

Now all he could do is watch you leave. So close yet so far. It hurt him physically to even think he won't be able to do the things he used to with you— going out on dates, cuddling, movie nights to even the dumb small arguments. He missed them he really did. But he had to let you go without a fight. Sometimes he wondered, would you have stayed if he went after you? Or would you have broken off that last pinch of hope, though for him both of it seemed better than silently deluding himself.

그대 향해 한 걸음씩 걸어갈래요

"I will walk towards you, one step at a time"

Still with you.

"I don't know what to do.." Yuta mumbled clenching his fists as his hair hid his teary eyes.

"Try to talk to her..maybe stop doing what made her leave?" Panda replied

"But she refuses to say what's wrong.. how am I going to fix it if she doesn't want to...?"

"Yuta, let me tell something. No one can help you with this, it's your job to figure it out and fix it cause at the end it's you and her not us with her." Maki said with a straight face.

"Or just leave her alone and forget about her, she shouldn't have felt that way if you didn't make mistakes."

He knew, he knew very well that he might have done something, you were never the type to be offended over small things...but he was willing to pinpoint it and heal it. Leaving you and forgetting about you wasn't in the list. He loved you, he would kill for you...die too if needed he really would but how would he explain this to anyone?

"I cannot let it go like that..even if it means it'll take time I'll do everything"

어두운 방 조명 하나 없이

"In the dark room without a single lighting"

익숙해지면 안 되는데

"Though I shouldn’t be used to it"

그게 또 익숙해

"It feels familiar again"

Yuta had been waiting despite the rain infront of your favourite restaurant where they were supposed to have their first proper date. The shirt on his body slowly soaking the tears leaving off the sky. The bouquet of roses drenching in the water. Had you forgotten about him? Or were you in trouble? The restaurant staff who knew he had an reservation were worried and invited him to come inside several cause of the raini Yuta would just mumble a "she'll be here in a few minutes..I'm sure, then we can go in together." But you didn't show up, seconds, minutes turned to hours. When he finally had enough he decided to check up on you–to atleast hand you the roses he got. He got there only to see you standing under an umbrella with someone else, a guy he didn't know. You had seen him and approached him, you were all dressed up in a pretty white dress with your hair done. Yuta assumed you had ditched him for whoever the other guy was and dropped the flowers there while walking off, without a single word. With you yelling at him to listen.

"Yuta-!"

"Yuta.."

"Yuta please just let me explain myself.."

He stopped on his tracks. The rain pouring on both of you, but neither of you cared.

"I'm not mad..but you could've atleast told me. Or maybe you forgot.."

He might say so but the hurt and sour taste of his tone was enough for anyone to see right through.

"Yuta I would never forget about you."

Yuta felt a pair of arms wrapping around his drenched physique. He didn't want to pull away but he did, he refused to be deciceived. He turned around to face her.

"Then who wa-"

He was suddenly cut off by her lips. He was taken aback, their first kiss.

"That was my cousin, my uncle is in the hospital..I needed to go there urgently and I forgot to take my phone..I'm sorry Yuu."

나지막이 들리는 이 에어컨 소리

"This subtle noise from the air conditioner"

이거라도 없으면 나 정말 무너질 것 같아

"If I don’t even have this, I think I’ll break down"

함께 웃고 함께 울고

"Laughing together, crying together"

이 단순한 감정들이

"These simple emotions"

내겐 전부였나봐

"perhaps they were everything to me"

The moments he got to see that smile on your face, the simple times you would end up crying on watching tragic lovestories. Yuta never thought much of it, but only if he knew they'll be what he treasures the most. The simplest and the sweetest days together. He hoped it stayed forever.

"Why're you crying-?!" Yuta panicked

"Romeo...*sniff* Juliet- they deserved so much better-"

Oh so you were just watching a Shakespeare cliché

"You scared me for a second.." Yuta let out a breath of relief and smiled.

언제쯤일까

"When would it be"

다시 그댈 마주한다면

"When I meet you again"

눈을 보고 말할래요

"I’ll look into your eyes and tell you"

보고 싶었어요

" 'I’ve missed you' "

Now Yuta sits on the roof by himself wishing upon the shooting star that maybe he'll get another chance to tell you that he loves you. But you only exist in his thoughts now, leaving him to only imagine you sitting next to him in the cold night and watching the moon as you used to while he stared at you.

[jaeyuned]

sunghoon 💌 ‘xo (only if you say yes)’ 071224

[gay-dorito-dust]

hii i just read your kissing the batboys out of the blue and i loved it!! i was thinking that maybe you could one of how they react when they realize they’re in love with the reader? tysm!!

Jason had a feeling that he knew he was in love with you, he had read enough romantic novels to know that what he was feeling was romantic.

He thought of you day and night.

Everything reminded him of you.

He couldn’t wait to be near you, craves it even as his mind raced with all the things that you could do together in his apartment as though you were an already pre-established couple.

He practically ticked off every box imaginable and he knew it but he wasn’t quite sold on this alone until he woke up to you cuddled up into his side, looking as though you belonged there, even tightening your grip on his shirt when he dared to move even in the slightest.

‘Five more minutes.’ You muttered into his neck, causing him to freeze but he was quick to relax and throw his arms over your waist to keep you close.

It was the domesticity of the moment that made Jason realise that he was in love with you, deep unadulterated love. He wanted to spend the rest of his life waking up to you and falling asleep with you in his arms because you fitted together like two missing pieces.

You were what he was missing and he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon, not when he was brought to realises that he couldn’t live without you, not anymore. Jason swore to himself that he’d protect you no matter what while he finds a way to tell you of his feelings, but until then Jason was more then willing to keep it to himself as to remind himself that he now had someone to fight for.

Dick didn’t know he was in love with you until someone brought it up to him about how often he seemed to bring you up in conversation regardless of its relevancy.

You’ve had a flirty relationship with one another that Dick had lead himself to believe was strictly platonic all the while wanting more at the same time. He wasn’t fond of commitment, it was an issue of his but you made it all the more worth it if it meant he could get the chance to call you his.

‘You sure do talk about them a lot.’ Garth said.

‘Who?’ Dick asked, confused.

‘Them.’ Raven gestures towards you and immeditly sees the way Dick’s eyes practically glowed when they looked at you, she looked over at Gar who saw the exact same thing as she did and was looking at her for confirmation that he wasn’t seeing things. Their wild theory has been proven to not be so wild after all.

‘It’s not my fault they’re an awesome teammate.’ Dick replied as he looked back at Raven and Garth as they looked back at him knowingly.

‘You often talk about them as though you’re in love with them.’ Raven countered.

‘I don’t talk about them like I’m in love,’ Dick laughed before looking over at Garth, ‘do I?’ He asks and Garth hummed. ‘You do. If you like them so much why don’t you ask them out on a date or something?’

Garth’s question stayed with Dick for the rest of the day as he recalled the times where he talked about you nonstop and wanted to smack himself for not seeing it before, he was so hellbent on never committing to something that he didn’t see that he was practically confessing his feelings for you in other ways.

Dick was scared, genuinely scared. So he decided to keep this revelation to himself and hope that one day it would fade away but he knew all too well that he was in too deep for that to be the case. Now he just keeps a tight lip on what he says to certain people in hopes that they don’t go back to you and spill everything.

Dick wanted to tell you himself but he fears that he might bring himself to do it in time.

Tim would be spending time with you when he realised he loved you.

Being with you just felt natural for him as he let you press up against his side as you did your own thing and he did his own on his laptop.

You could both exist in peaceful silence together without it getting awkward and that’s what Tim liked the most about you, he didn’t have to force anything to keep you engaged in anything he liked.

He even liked how you could match his sarcasm at times while also being caring about his well-being and mental health.

‘When was the last time you actually had decent sleep?’ You asked.

‘When did this become an interrogation, and a lacklustre one at that.’ He replied as you raised your brows to look at him. ‘Since you keep thinking it’s fine to neglect your basic human needs, wise ass.’ You told him. ‘keep this up and I’m wouldn’t be surprised to find you passed out on the floor somewhere.’ You add before putting down a glass of water and a plate full of food before leaving the room.

Tim glances over at the water and food and feels a warmth spread throughout him when he saw that you remembered his favourite meal.

Tim could show you anything technical and while you may not understand everything that was being said, it was the fact that you even bothered to continue to listen to him that made him realises that he might be in love with you. Your eyes held intrigue as he went over how his weapons worked, even giving you live demonstrations, but he couldn’t help but feel a little exposed under your gaze, you looked at him as though he was the most interesting person alive and he could feel his cheeks burn.

Tim knew he was in love with you for a long while but it just took that one moment for it to click within him.

[sollis-occasum]

you think i'm gone 'cause i left - anakin skywalker/darth vader x fem!jedi!reader (part 1 of 3)

summary: After failing to save you from a painful death, Darth Vader remembers his past with you and realizes why he can never completely leave Anakin Skywalker behind.

warnings: angst, no use of y/n, reconstructive surgery, blood, mentions of major character death (or not who knows), darth vader is his own warning

word count: 3.8k

a/n: First of all, I must say that English is not my native language. Also this is my first x reader format fanfiction. I'm pretty sure I made some mistakes but I hope you don't mind guys. I am always open to your suggestions ♡

part 2

Darth Vader, the master of the dark side of the Force, the legendary lord of the Sith, the tyrannical leader who terrorized the galaxy, remembered very well the moment when he swore to dedicate his worthless life to Lord Sidious, his lord and savior.

While his body, burned and torn apart by the lava, was trying to be fixed by the health droids, he was writhing in despair and moaning in a painful voice. The wave of pain spreading from his lungs to the rest of his body with each breath showed him a type of physical pain he had never experienced before, and even the cold metal hands touching his burned skin were insufficient to alleviate his pain.

"He should be unconscious by now," he heard a distant and very deep robotic voice, which he thought belonged to one of the medical droids. Yes, the pain he felt at that moment would be enough to kill another human being and maybe even drive them insane, and God knows that's what Anakin wanted with all his heart as he lay on the operating table screaming. But how could this be possible when he sees your lifeless body over and over again every time he closes his eyes?

In fact, he had calculated all the possibilities down to the smallest detail while making his plan. There was no war he wouldn't fight, no enemy he wouldn't face to create a future that included you. He was ready to turn his back on the entire galaxy just to see you smile one more time. Moreover, Palpatine had made a promise to him. He said that contrary to popular belief, it was possible to resist death and that he knew how to do it, and that he would help Anakin in trying to save you. All he had to do was accompany him to the dark side. Anakin had done everything he was told. He had given up on who he was, accepted the name his new master had given him, brutally executed separatist leaders, and led thousands of clone troopers in attacking the Jedi Temple he once called home. Even killing those little children who looked at him with admiration with the lightsaber they saw as a symbol of peace was not important to him. Of course, he wasn't proud of himself for betraying what he believed in in his past, but he also knew that what he did was a small price to pay to save you. So why didn't what he did work? Why couldn't he prevent the scene he had seen many times in his nightmares from happening?

He gripped the operating table tightly with his mechanical hand and mumbled your name in a voice only he could hear. He kept saying your name over and over again, as if he was drawing strength from you, as if you could come and save him if he said it enough times.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to focus on something other than your pained facial expression and bloodied body. If he wanted to survive, if he wanted to rise up and take revenge for what was done to you, he had to find a way to endure the pain he suffered, and what was there in this life that gave him as much strength as you? He tried desperately to remember the moment you first met.

Nearly a month had passed since Qui Gon Jinn's death, and during this time his new master Obi Wan Kenobi had begun training him to become a Jedi. He was grateful for the opportunity given to him and did not want to be ungrateful. However, there were so many moments during his training that he despaired and wanted to return to Tatooine... First of all, Obi Wan Kenobi was not the person he imagined. Yes, it was an undeniable fact that he was a powerful Jedi. He was also smart, very smart. Anakin knew there was a lot of thing he could learn from him. However, it hadn't been long since he had ended his life as a padawan and Obi Wan had obviously not yet fully figured out how to be a good master for his young student. There was no distance or formality between them that there should be between a padawan and a master. They were more like two brothers who fought often. Obi Wan was pushing Anakin very hard to teach him basic things as soon as possible, and Anakin was always managing to drive Obi Wan crazy with his smarty-pants attitude.

He could also sense how the younglings at the temple felt about him as he began to learn how to use the force. Although none of them were directly mistreating him or making a rude remark, Anakin would sometimes catch their gaze. There was displeasure in those looks, obviously his presence disturbed them. A child who appears unexpectedly becomes a padawan without training in the temple and becomes the center of attention of the entire Jedi council... The other younglings must have felt unfair. But one day, he met a young girl who looked at him differently than others: You.

With your bright smile that could light up the whole galaxy and your compassionate gaze, you extended your hand to him and introduced yourself, telling him that he could always come to you if he needed anything. They said you were 9 years old like him, but it was so hard for him to believe it.

You were different from all the other children Anakin had met at the temple, with your confident demeanor and room-filling presence. Your surprisingly mature attitude and wisdom gave those who saw you the impression that you never made mistakes and that you always knew what was right, causing them to respect you.

Moreover, you were beautiful, very beautiful. Even your messy hair waving in the wind, your face dripping with sweat, and your loose-fitting uniform couldn't prevent Anakin from seeing this beauty. When his eyes met your beautiful, understanding eyes, he immediately looked away and wanted to run away. There was no doubt that you were the angel the pilots who came to Tatooine were talking about. However, he could not find the courage in his heart to admit this to himself or to tell you. He felt so small, so helpless in front of the being that he wanted to get away from it as soon as possible and think about what this warm feeling that filled his heart that he had never felt before was.

Yes, he wanted to run away from you when your eyes met. But ironically, this was the first time he didn't want to return to Tatooine to his mother.

For the 3 years after you met, you had no communication other than chance encounters at the temple and furtive glances at each other. Even a life form without eyes could easily understand that you wanted to be closer to each other, but you had neither the time nor the courage to do so. You were very busy with your studies. In the future, you wanted to be a female Jedi as respected as Shaak Ti, or even more so, and you were working very hard to achieve your goal. Anakin, on the other hand, began to go on missions given by the council with Obi Wan, and the difficulty of these missions was increasing. You were so close to Anakin, yet he felt like you were hundreds of light years away from him. You were unreachable to him.

Anakin heard that you were accepted as a padawan by Plo Koon when you turned 13. According to rumors in the temple, the Jedi knight from Dorin noticed your great potential and volunteered to train you. Maybe you weren't as good at using a lightsaber as the other padawans, you might not have been as strong or as durable, but you were smart, very smart. Your dangerously high intelligence level, combined with your composure, easily compensated for your other weaknesses, making you a promising Jedi knight candidate. Even the council had high hopes for you. That's why they didn't interfere with Plo Koon's training style and allowed him to take you out early on missions that could be considered at least partially dangerous.

It was thanks to one of these missions that you came together again. The Senate thought that a small newly established weapons factory on one of the republic's planets was making some irregularities and put pressure on the Jedi to resolve this situation. The council assigned you and Plo Koon to inspect this factory.

It didn't sound that difficult, actually. You would make a short journey to reach the planet in question, tour the factory, talk to the engineers, examine some documents and intimidate the managers.

What could go wrong with such a simple task? To be honest, you weren't known for being lucky, and as usual, trouble had found you.

Anakin and Obi-Wan didn't even need to contact Plo Koon to realize that the Senate was right about the factory producing weapons for Mandolorian terrorists. Less than a day after you arrived on the planet, you reached the council and reported that the factory was completely abandoned, saying that you were trapped and surrounded by thousands of droids and asked for help. The council also assigned Obi Wan and Anakin, who had returned from a mission to a nearby planet, to support Plo Koon and you. Anakin still remembered Mace Windu's explanation word by word when he explained the urgency of your situation to his master Obi-Wan. And how those words filled his little heart with fear.

"You must reach the weapons factory as soon as possible, Master Kenobi." Mace Windu said in a stern tone. "Or it might be too late to save them."

Even if these words had not been spoken, the more serious expression than ever on Mace Windu's face would have been more than enough for even the most primitive creature in the galaxy to understand the situation.

As the spaceship they were on made a sudden return to your planet by order of his master, Anakin was wondering why he was so worried about a girl he had only talked to a few times. While he could keep his cool even during missions where his own life was threatened, why did the idea of ​​you in pain make his heart beat faster and his head spin? He was trying to breathe to calm down, but even his breathing was so irregular that Obi Wan felt the need to turn to him and reassure him that everything was okay. How could Anakin explain to his master that he was afraid for you, not himself? Would he understand if he told him?

While the young padawan was in these thoughts, the ship entered the atmosphere with a sudden jolt and landed near the factory. As the deafening noise of explosions and droid weapons filled his ears, he got off the ship and started running without waiting for his master's command. He could hear Obi-Wan calling to him to stop, but he didn't have the time or patience to wait. This was not a scene they were unfamiliar with anyway. When all this nonsense was over, he would happily hear Obi Wan's scolding and humbly accept his punishment, but right now wasn't the right time to think about that. The only thing that mattered at that moment was saving you, and he was going to do it no matter what it took. Because it was his heart, not his brain, that told him to do this, and Anakin was not mature enough to resist his heart. With a swift move, he pulled out his lightsaber and sliced ​​the first droid he encountered in half.

When he heard the sound of your footsteps mixing with the sounds of the battle droids, he realized how close he was to them, but he didn't even slow down for fear of being late for you. He was destroying all the war machines in front of him, clearing the way and moving towards the direction where he sensed your presence.

When he and his master, who finally managed to catch up with him, arrived at the production facility where you were fighting the droids, he started looking around for you, without even bothering to check how Plo Koon was doing. Plo Koon was one of the most powerful Jedi, someone like him could survive without the help of a padawan, but not you. He could feel with all his being that you needed help, but no matter how much he looked around, he couldn't see you.

While Anakin was looking around the burning production facility to find you, he saw two silhouettes in the smoke. One of these silhouettes, the one leaning on the ground and cowering against a wall, belonged to a young girl. The other was the silhouette of an armed droid, as tall as a human but as skinny as a skeleton. Moreover, this droid's gun was pointed at you and was about to be fired. Anakin knew his feelings were not wrong. You were in a difficult situation and needed his help.

He was sure that he wanted to run towards you, save you by smashing that droid into thousands of pieces, and then kick its ugly metal head and throw it to the farthest corner of the galaxy. But he knew he didn't have time for that. So he did something even he didn't expect and threw his lightsaber towards you, hoping you could catch it in time. He knew that this move was madness. What kind of maniac would give up the only weapon he had among thousands of battle droids and leave himself defenseless? Especially if he doesn't know the other person well?

But Anakin had never regretted what he had done, not even for a moment. He saw you pull the thrown lightsaber with force and catch it, then slice the droid in half before he could fire to you. Yes, you were safe, but that safety was only for a brief moment. He had no time to relax, otherwise he knew you would be open to attacks from other droids. Without wasting any time, he followed the green lightsaber shining among the smoke and reached him. You were finally in front of him.

To be honest, your situation wasn't looking so bright. You were seriously injured and your body was covered in blood. Anakin had knelt down next to you and gently held your face between his fingers, afraid of hurting you even more. He could feel the warm drops of blood running down your face, flowing from his fingers to his wrists, but he didn't care about anything other than your safety at that moment. "Are you okay?" he asked, trying to hide how worried he was. Just by looking into your eyes, he could see how much the conflict you were experiencing had worn you out, but you put on a brave and determined expression and nodded, trying not to let the pain you were feeling reflected in your voice, "I'm fine." you muttered. "I'm fine, but I think my legs are stuck and I can't move them."

"Don't be afraid, I'll find a way to get you out of here."

He could see a shattering mass of metal pinning your legs. He took the lightsaber from your hand, carefully opened it, and held it up to the metal plate. "I'll try not to cut off your legs," he said, trying to smile to calm you down, and then added. "At least one of them."

You must have liked Anakin's little joke, too, because your lips turned slightly to the side despite your helpless situation. "Don't worry." you said, laughing. "They will break off on their own anyway, even if you don't cut them."

After receiving a sarcastic approval from you, he began to cut and separate the metal pieces with great patience. He made every move carefully and attentively, afraid of hurting you. When your legs were finally free, he took a deep breath and looked at your face again.

"It's not safe here. We have to get out of here."

"But my master is still fighting." Even though you tried to object, Anakin did not accept it. "He can take care of himself, and the support sent by the council is on the way."

His tone and expression were so determined that you gave up and surrendered to Anakin. You didn't have the strength to resist even if you wanted to. He wrapped his arms tightly around your body, stood up and started walking towards the factory exit. To be honest, you were a little heavier than you looked, and your blood was staining his clothes, but as long as you could rest your head on his chest and he could feel the warmth of your body, nothing else mattered.

Your next meeting was in the infirmary at the Jedi temple. 3 days had passed after your unfortunate duty at the factory and you had just regained your consciousness. During this time, Anakin began to help Jocasta Nu in the archives, upon his master's orders. It could not be said that he was very happy with his situation, but he still considered himself lucky that the punishment for his disobedience during duty was so small. Besides, even though organizing the archives was a tedious task, it kept his mind busy, and he definitely needed it.

Every moment he wasn't busy with something, he was thinking about you and what happened at the factory that day and trying to make sense of what he was feeling. That strange feeling that he thought he had forgotten years ago was back. Why did his heart beat faster and his face turn red every time he thought of you? Were these normal? His master had told him that a Jedi should not become attached to anything, but he should also be compassionate. Anakin could not understand this contrast. He was also afraid of being attached to you. But this was very illogical. Could one person become so attached to another person in such a short time? All these questions confused little Anakin more than ever. Finally, he realized that he could not bear these questions any longer and decided to visit you in the infirmary at the end of the 3rd day. Besides, he also had something that belonged to you, and he had to return it to you as soon as possible.

When he came to you, he saw that you were much more cheerful than he expected. You still looked very weak and you were obviously going to be in the infirmary for a while longer. Still, without letting this demoralize you, you were patiently waiting for your recovery, and in the meantime, you were trying to pass the time by reading the war history texts you took from the archive.

Still, you smiled so widely when you saw Anakin that he was convinced you were glad to see him, too. Trying to suppress the uncomfortable feeling he felt in his stomach, he put on a confident expression and quickly walked over and sat on your bed.

"You look better." he said with the light of hope appearing in his eyes.

You smiled warmly at him. "Thank you, Anakin." you said. "I feel better too."

After a brief hesitation, he pulled a lightsaber from under his cloak and handed it to you, "I think this is yours." he said. "I found it at the factory."

Just seeing the familiar blue color of the lightsaber brought peace to your soul. You happily took the saber from Anakin's hand and began to examine it. "God, thank you so much Anakin. I thought I had lost it."

"My master always tells me that the lightsaber is a Jedi's life and they must protect it at all costs."

Even though you lost your lightsaber for reasons beyond your control, what Anakin said made you a little embarrassed. "Of course, I'm not trying to justify my irresponsibility, but what happened that day was unexpected. I must have dropped it during that chaos."

"To be honest, I've lost my lightsaber too many times."

The confession of the padawan in front of you made you smile a little. Actually, what you should have done was to politely thank Anakin for saving your life, and when the time comes, pay him back at all costs. However, owing your life to him placed such a heavy burden on your shoulders that you felt crushed under this weight, no matter how humble the attitude of the boy in front of you. Before you even thought, the words were coming out of your mouth. "Master Kenobi says that our lightsaber is our life, right? So, according to the master's logic, you entrusted your life to me in the factory, and you also saved mine by finding my lightsaber."

Anakin looked at you in surprise, not knowing what to say at your words. Yes, your reasoning based on his master's words was correct, however, he did not expect you to approach the subject from this perspective. Fortunately, you continued talking without a long pause, and he was spared the trouble of finding an answer to give you.

"I am grateful to you for saving my life, Anakin, and I swear that one day I will repay you. Please give me your lightsaber until that day, and you can take mine."

"So you want us to surrender our lives to each other?" Anakin asked with mixed emotions. Wouldn't this agreement create a commitment between you? Anakin could not comprehend the depth of this devotion.

You nodded decisively in response. "Yes. So we can remember this promise between us for the rest of our lives. These sabers we exchanged will be a symbol of our friendship and trust in each other, and one day I will repay my debt to you. Until then, I want to remember the promise I made to you every time I look at your saber."

Then you added timidly, "If you want too, of course."

Anakin thought for a few seconds, then without a word, he handed you his lightsaber and accepted this pact that would bind your hearts and bodies together forever. Thus, a very special bond was formed between you that will never be broken again. Who knew that this innocent bond established between two children would one day bring disaster to the galaxy...

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 020 }

- when you catch them falling asleep first -

featuring: gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, okkotsu yuta

warnings: crack for gojo's, but mainly fluff for the rest :3

[ gojo satoru 🕶️ ]

don't let gojo's pretty face and seemingly perfect life fool you: this man has a sole imperfection that takes the form of his MONSTROUS snores. and you swore that these snores are loud enough to cause tremors to be felt across your shared apartment!

you came home from work a little later than usual, murmuring your greeting all while taking off your shoes in the process. as you brushed back your hair while running a hand through them, you were left frozen on your spot when you heard an almost... unnatural sound coming from within the depths of your apartment.

"h-hello? satoru? are you there?"

fear began to quickly seize at your heart, with you straining your ears as you tried to decipher the strange and almost guttural sounds. it was almost like... someone sawing a log while growling at the same time, coupled along with some other wet sounds that made you tremble in response.

grabbing a hold of one of your umbrellas settled near your shoe rack, you slowly inch closer to the source of the sound, hoping that the umbrella would be sufficient enough to use as a weapon.

you could feel the ice cold sensation of your blood rushing through your veins, filling you with anxiety and fear at what was to come. the closer to got to your bedroom, the louder those sounds became.

with your eyes clenched shut, you slam open the door while crying out "YOU STUPID CURSE...!"

only to feel your words die out the moment you turned on the lights to see your boyfriend splayed out in bed, his hair a complete mess against the plush pillows while a string of drool was seen on the corner of his lips.

yet perhaps what was most shocking was how those noises were coming from him!

now, you've been subjected to satoru's obnoxious snores before, but they had never quite sounded this... horrendous. which meant that the sorcerer was probably caught in a deep slumber right now.

allowing the relief to course through you, you toss aside your umbrella and step closer to the bed. your arms were crossed over your chest as you look down at him, reaching out a hand to pinch at his nose.

"nngh nggh ngh?!" you had to fight back a giggle upon seeing your boyfriend's eyes clenched shut in response. his arms were flailing around randomly until they suddenly managed to find you, pulling you down into bed with him as a cheshire cat grin slowly spreads across his features.

"heheh... welcome home, babe...!" his voice was still hoarse, clearly only half awake when he manages to wrap his arms tightly around your form. his rich chuckles were felt against your ear, making you giggle as you cuddled yourself even closer to him.

"you're such a dork, 'toru! do you know how much your snores absolutely terrified me when i came home from work? i genuinely thought a curse had followed you back to our apartment!"

your boyfriend rolls his eyes at you, giving you a smirk before pinching your own nose in response as your voice took on a more nasally quality.

"ngh, shtop it! i wash genunelly tewwified!"

"well that's what you get for makin' fun of me! my snores aren't that bad, okay?!"

after spending some time teasing each other, your beloved convinces you to fall asleep with him (after taking off your clothes and changing you into something more comfortable.) with a content purr, you agree to fall asleep while in his embrace, snuggling up even closer to him, ready to close your eyes-

"scccchhhhhhzzzzzz hngggg..."

only for your eyes to go wide when satoru manages to fall asleep first, practically snoring within your ear as you simply lay in bed while silently groaning to yourself.

tonight was going to be a long night for you.

[ nanami kento 🗞️ ]

the hardworking man who can never seem to catch a break. nanami will often fall asleep when you least expect it, but truly, you never had the heart to disturb him.

you were in the midst of cutting up the ingredients for tonight's dinner, and when you told your beloved kento to lay back and relax, he finally relented without any protest.

he had just gotten back from a rather long and arduous business trip the day before, and you had hoped that he would take this chance and sleep in, simply enjoying his day off. you wanted nothing more than to cook him his favorite meals consisting of chicken alfredo with a heavy helping of garlic bread.

you purposely got up early, ready to buy fresh ingredients for tonight's dinner when nanami ends up waking up with you. despite the dark circles seen beneath his eyes, he insisted on accompanying you (to make up for lost time).

even your attempts at convincing him to stay home fell on deaf ears, with your kento joining you on your errands, but not before allowing you to have breakfast with him at his favorite café where he surrounded himself with delicious coffee and all of the pastries he had been craving for.

with your day pretty much starting out like a much needed date, you finally came home around 6pm, where you were able to shoo kento away from the kitchen as you began working on making the chicken alfredo.

it was around 7:30 that you completed your dinner and called out kento's name. "ken, dinner's ready!"

you continue stirring at the pasta dish, already salivating at the scent of the white sauce along with the juicy cuts of chicken. you trail your eyes over to the large loaf of garlic bread, wishing to save heating that for last so that your kento could enjoy it freshly baked from the oven.

"kento?" you shut off the stove just then, placing a lid over the chicken alfredo as you went into the living room to check on him. you peek your head into the living room to see nanami settled in his usual spot on the couch with what looked like an open newspaper settled across his face.

making sure that your steps were quieter, you tiptoe even closer to him, gently removing the newspaper to reveal him sleeping against the couch. you could see the way his eyelids trembled while he slept, the sight of it all being enough to make you smile in response.

letting out your own yawn, you figured that once you got hungry, you could simply reheat the food and place the garlic bread in the oven then. feeling a bit tired yourself, you settle yourself next to kento, with your head on his shoulder while cuddling against him before joining him for a peaceful slumber.

[ fushiguro megumi 🐺 ]

the type to fall asleep in front of those who is truly trusted. like a wary dog wolf, megumi is the type to stay awake and wait until he's in the safety and comfort of his own bedroom to truly sleep. but lately... this seems to be changing when it comes to you.

you had invited megumi over to your place to have a movie night and a weeklong sleepover, not wishing to spend these long nights alone as your parents went on a much needed vacation together. they promised they would return in a week's time while giving you permission to invite a friend over to stay the night with you.

and of course, megumi ended up being your first choice.

you placed a lot of trust in him, despite being your best friend who just so happened to be a guy as well. had it been any other boy, your parents would have voiced their concern and suspicions-

but when it came to megumi, they could all visibly relax.

for starters, he truly wasn't like most boys who spent their whole lives salivating at the thought of spending the night at a girl's house. he was very deadpan and serious, not ever once treating you uncomfortably while maintaining a safe distance between you and him each time you were together.

(and so what if you happened to have the BIGGEST crush on him?)

if you were given a chance to be home alone like this, then there was no one you could possibly trust more than megumi. so when he finally arrives at your place right at 4pm, (his duffel bag in hand), you immediately went to hug him tightly.

"thank you so much, 'gumi! for agreeing to come over!"

"sure, don't mention it." his smile was a rare but tiny one, an expression he seems to save just for you while teasingly messing up your hair in response. his actions end up making you smile as you lead him to your living room, already setting up a blanket fort of sorts for you and megumi to enjoy for the duration of the week.

surrounded by bags of your favorite snacks and a box of half-eaten pizza, you held on tightly to your plushie as a scary movie was playing from your television screen. as the scary monster revealed itself from the shadowy depths of the forest, you let out a tiny squeak in response, momentarily looking away from the screen as your eyes met with megumi-

who was currently sleeping with a hand over his abdomen.

seeing such a sight made you forget all about the fear you once felt due to the movie, now filled with a fascination for the sleeping boy settled before you. making sure your movements were quiet, you shut off the t.v. and settle the remote off to the side.

holding your breath, you inch closer to megumi's sleeping form, and it brought you back to a certain memory you had from last year. it was the first time megumi had spent the night at your place, and it had happened because you wanted to study with megumi a bit for an upcoming exam.

what you didn't expect was for a storm to hit, making it impossible for megumi to return back home as you eagerly suggested that he spend the night at your place. he was hesitant and tried to convince you that he could walk back to the station without an umbrella, but it was ultimately the sight of your tears that makes him relent.

you wanted to give him your bed, but megumi absolutely refused to make you sacrifice your comfort for him. so, your friend ends up remaining on your floor with some of your plush blankets used as a makeshift mattress for him. that night, you had a hard time falling asleep since you were so aware of megumi's own movements as he tossed and turned throughout the night.

"megumi...?" you gave up trying to sleep, not liking the fact that your friend was having such a hard time falling asleep, too.

you swore you could hear him stiffen in the dead of night when you called out his name. "yeah?"

"are you okay? you can't sleep now, can you?" you ask him with a guilty sigh.

you remember hearing him let out a huff when he turns around to face you on the bed, "it has nothing to do with you, i'm just not used to sleeping in an unfamiliar environment. don't worry about me, just sleep like you normally do."

you rolled your eyes then, knowing that you couldn't sleep when your own crush friend was struggling to sleep. so, you joined him on the floor and kept him company throughout the night, talking about nothing and everything at the same time.

looking at him now, (seeing him in what had to be a deep sleep), you were mesmerized by how vulnerable he was. his spiked hair now remained mussed and flattened against the pillows, with his lips parted in tune to his own breathing.

reaching out a hand to brush back his hair, you sharply inhale when he opens up one eye to look at you.

"hm?" his gaze was still hazy with sleep, but you couldn't stop yourself from asking him, "you feel comfortable around me now?"

a tiny smirk paints his handsome features when he suddenly wraps his arms around your back. you let out a gasp, landing directly against megumi's chest as he brushes his lips against your hair.

"yeah, i do feel comfortable around you... something about you... makes me feel so soft... and warm."

megumi trails off just then, and judging from the way he tightens his arms around you before his breathing evens out, you had to smile and giggle a bit.

he had fallen asleep again.

not one to complain about being in megumi's arms, you let out a happy sigh before sliding your eyes shut, falling asleep within minutes as you dreamt of him...

[ okkotsu yuta 💍 ]

yuta was a notorious night owl, and most nights, you struggled to keep up with his late night binge consisting of movie marathon or shows that lasted several seasons. the only time you were able to convince yuta to sleep at a decent hour was when he was sick. and tonight was one of those nights...

your eyes were filled with concern for your boyfriend, feeling a bit panicked the moment he woke up with a fever.

his speech was slurred as he tried convincing you that he was just fine, but you did not believe him. forcing him to lay back in bed, it was now your turn to spoil him.

throughout the day, you made some soup for him while giving him his rounds of medicine with a tall glass of water to keep him hydrated. you took his temperature every couple of hours, and you were happy to see it steadily going down as the day progressed.

after caring for yuta, you spent the rest of the day tidying up your shared apartment, making sure that everything was back in its place so that once he felt better, then yuta wouldn't feel so stressed and have to worry about waking up to a messy apartment.

your last chore of the day consisted of you doing laundry, placing the newly washed clothes into the dryer before heading back to your shared bedroom with yuta.

the time read 9pm when you came back to your beloved boyfriend, letting out a sigh while stretching your body out. you already envisioned yuta scrolling through his phone after taking his medication-

so picture your surprise when you saw him still laying in bed, the damp handkerchief never leaving his forehead as his eyes were shut. his breathing was slightly labored, but not as bad as it had been this morning when the fever had first afflicted him. your heart seemed to melt at the mere sight of him, seeing his hand laying limply across your side of the bed, as if waiting for you.

"aw, my poor baby." you softly coo at him, shutting off the lights as you allowed complete darkness to settle across the room. walking to your side of the bed, you gently duck beneath the covers and slide closer to yuta, taking a hold of his hand with a bright smile on your face.

you listen as your boyfriend mumble a few words, finally adjusting his sleeping position as he turns to face you, the handkerchief now sliding completely off of his forehead in response to his movements. giggling softly, you take the damp handkerchief and remove it, placing the cloth on your nightstand instead while focusing your attention on him.

"sleep well, my love. i promise, i'll be by your side the whole time." you quietly promise him while squeezing at his hand in response.

and as you closed your own eyes, ready to join him in his land of dreams, you remain blissfully unaware of the smile that paints his features while he slept...

a.n. - i am so sorry, it feels like it's been forever since my last jjk update! but i hope this silly little update makes up for it 🥹 this is currently unedited, but i'll make any changes once this is posted!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[ladylokilaufeyson5]

Where The Shadows Dance - The Bodyguard (ii)

Bodyguard!Azriel x AutumnDaughter!Reader

CHAPTER II: The Bodyguard

SUMMARY: The Night Court must decide who shall remain to protect the Daughter of Autumn, while also getting to know the princess with a fiery soul.

WARNINGS: More misogyny! yay! mentions of alcohol, tw: beron (we all hate him its ok), people talking shit behind y/n's back, probably swearing i can't remember (also i just swore in the warning so like... it's possible), daddy issues!

NOTE: once again special thank you to my moots @icey--stars and @fieldofdaisiies for reading over my work! <33

WORDS: 2K

Sitting in the quarters Beron had assigned to the Night Court guests, the inner circle debated how to approach this situation they had found themselves in. 

One of them was to play bodyguard for the Princess of the Autumn Court. Of course, there were many logistics to sort out, ranging from the most obvious one – who would be the assigned bodyguard – to smaller details, such as whether they needed more than one Night Court member to remain in Autumn.

“I’m telling you, they’re a bunch of snakes,” Cassian said firmly. “We can’t just leave one person behind. What if this is a ploy?”

“That is true,” Feyre mused, “but why bother to make a ploy at all? We fought in the war together, and an unprovoked attack against the Night Court would cause another war. And Beron must know that the other courts would be on our side.”

Amren sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I agree with Cassian. We can’t trust these people.”

Azriel stayed silent, mulling it all over. It was all true — fighting for the same side in the war had brought the courts together, but then again, there were people like Eris and his brothers lurking in this court.

A soft knock on the door prompted everyone to look towards the sound. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Eris, a small smile on his face.

“It is lovely to see you all in a different scenery,” Eris commented after he had closed the door.

“Eris,” Rhysand greeted. “How can we help you?”

Eris went ahead and took a seat in a scarlet chair beside the fireplace, relaxing with ease. Azriel supposed it would be easier to do so now that he was in his own home, but the sight still frustrated the shadowsinger.

“I just wanted to see what you all thought of my father’s… proposition,” Eris said casually.

“Did you know?” Cassian questioned.

Eris shrugged. “I did tell you that it had something to do with my sister.”

“There was an attempt on her life, which you failed to mention,” Azriel stated.

Eris just smiled calmly. “Must have slipped my mind.”

This was exactly what Cassian had been talking about before, Azriel knew. They were cunning and sly in the Autumn Court, and that made them dangerous.

“Anything else that may have ‘slipped your mind’?” Azriel inquired.

Eris turned his gaze to the shadowsinger, a small smirk on his face. Azriel wanted to punch the male, and he remembered the feel of his neck beneath his hands, and how close he could have come to killing the heir before him. He sort of wished he had.

“My father has already chosen which member of your court he wants as Y/n’s bodyguard,” Eris revealed.

Azriel blinked. Despite the fact that Beron had given them the illusion of free choice, of course the male had already decided. After looking at Eris expectantly, Rhysand realised the male would not freely give up this information.

“Who?” the High Lord asked.

Eris glanced at Azriel. “The shadowsinger, of course.”

Everyone looked at Azriel, and the Illyrian wanted to shrink away from the attention. Why him? Yes, perhaps he appeared more gentlemanly than Cassian, as he knew how to keep his mouth shut, but what else? Yes, he was the Spymaster for the Night Court, but Cassian was the general of the armies. Amren terrified everyone, and yes, she’d be more than capable to be a bodyguard, but then again, Amren might kill the princess if she annoyed her.

“Why Azriel?” Rhys questioned.

Eris looked at the High Lord as if he was incompetent. “Is he not the most obvious choice? That one–” he nodded to Cassian, “–has already tainted a female promised to the Autumn Court.”

Rage, icy cold, flowed through Azriel at the implications behind Eris's words. ‘A female promised to the Autumn Court’ was very obviously Mor, and the entitlement in his tone…

“First of all, I have a mate–” Cassian growled, but Rhysand cut him off.

“Let's not argue,” the High Lord said firmly, although silent fury shone in his eyes at Eris's words. “We're all allies here.”

Eris rolled his eyes but said nothing more, and Cassian glared at the Autumn Court heir, clearly imagining all the ways he could rip him apart.

“Didn't Azriel try to kill you at the High Lord's meeting?” Amren mused.

Eris glowered at the female. “Well, we certainly can't have you here. Your mere presence makes the courtiers uneasy.”

“I did save your asses during the war,” Amren reminded him, but she seemed more than pleased that she still terrified people. 

Azriel let out a breath. He had guessed that it would be himself who would have to play bodyguard, but how could he do so when his job was one of utmost importance to the Night Court? Even now, with Nyx only half a year old, there were so many threats that needed to be uncovered and eliminated.

Azriel glanced at Rhysand and Feyre. Both had been reluctant to leave their son behind for a week, but they knew it would be much too dangerous to bring him to the Autumn Court. Nesta, Elain, and Mor had promised to take care of him while they were gone, and Nyx was probably having the time of his life with his Aunts.

What do you think? Rhys asked Azriel, mind to mind.

Azriel pondered his answer for a moment. I would be willing to do it, but to leave you without a Spymaster for the Cauldron knows how long…

I think we can manage for a little while, Rhys replied, a grin twinkling in his eyes.

Azriel nodded his confirmation. It was true — his court members were not truly useless without him. Just slightly disadvantaged, but they knew how to take care of themselves.

“I'll do it,” Azriel said aloud.

Cassian looked at his brother, eyes widened slightly with silent warning. Amren appeared disinterested in the conversation, but Azriel knew she was listening to every word. Eris simply nodded, as if he already knew Azriel would agree.

“Good,” Eris replied. “I will allow you to share the news with my father in your own time.”

The heir then got up and exited the room, leaving the Night Court members by themselves.

“I need a drink,” Amren muttered.

The following week was a whirlwind. Every morning, afternoon, and evening, the Night Court members dined with the Autumn Court, and the Autumn Court members also showed them their home. It was mostly Y/n showing them around the palace and the grounds, with Autumn guards trailing closely behind.

Y/n was a different person when she was not around her father. She was much more talkative, and quick to joke and tease. After a few days, it was clear that Cassian adored the princess and her witty comebacks, and she clearly enjoyed the freedom of banter with him. It was almost as if they were destined to be best friends. But whenever any member of her family was present, she would go quiet, and exhibit “lady-like” speech and actions.

Azriel had heard many of the Autumn Court’s opinions of her through his shadows, and none of them were particularly fond. Wild, untamed, unlady-like, and irritating, were the words most commonly used to describe the princess in secret, but Azriel had a feeling she did not care what she thought about them. He could tell that she only cared what her father thought — perhaps not for praise, but rather in fear of punishment.

“So, have you decided which of you will be protecting me after this week?” she asked the Night Court members as they walked through the Royal apple orchard. The apples were the finest Azriel had ever tasted, and he wondered whether there was some kind of magic behind it to make them so.

“We have discussed it,” Rhysand replied, plucking an apple from a tree and handing it to his mate. Feyre took the apple with a smile.

Y/n sighed deeply. “I wish I could go to the Night Court with you. It sounds beautiful.”

While the Night Court members had told the princess a little bit about their home, the Autumn daughter was an avid reader, and had mentioned that she’d always been interested in The Night Court. She would read any book on their court a hundred times, and had learned about Starfall, Illyrians, and many other Night Court customs. When Rhys questioned her on the books she had read, she had become slightly evasive in her answers.

“I borrowed them,” Y/n had said casually.

Azriel had raised an eyebrow. “Borrowed, or stole?”

The grin the princess threw his way had set his heart racing, but he had no idea why. “I prefer the term 'mischievously possess.’”

Cassian had barked out a laugh, and even Amren had smiled slightly.

But as well as spending time with the princess, Azriel had other things to do. When she showed him the castle, he memorised it. He marked every exit, window, door, hiding place — everything. If he was to be her bodyguard, he would have to have the entire layout memorised. For her protection, but also for his. He didn’t doubt for one second that if he let his guard down, one of her brothers, maybe even Eris himself, would try to stab him in the back. Literally.

Eventually, the week came to an end, and the members of the Night Court gathered in the Autumn Court throne room. Azriel supposed that bonds had been slightly strengthened between the courts, but not by much. Mistrust was hard to get rid of, especially when there were centuries and generations of it.

“We have come to a decision,” Rhy told Beron, his hands resting in his pockets. “And my High Lady and I shall allow you to employ one of my warriors as your daughter’s bodyguard.”

Beron nodded, his gaze flicking to Azriel for a brief moment before going back to Rhys. “And have you decided which warrior shall be protecting my daughter?”

That glance told Azriel that Eris had been telling the truth. Beron hoped that it was the shadowsinger who would be playing bodyguard, and it made sense now. Although what didn’t make sense was the fact that Eris had not lied.

“Azriel shall remain behind to guard your daughter,” Rhys promised. 

“Wonderful,” Beron said with a nod. “Thank you for this, Rhysand. The Autumn Court shall never forget this favour.”

Rhys nodded at the High Lord, and both of them shook hands, their goodbye quick and brief. The Night Court's goodbyes to Azriel were lengthy in comparison.

“Stay safe,” Rhys told Az, clapping him on the back. “Our mental bridge will be open at all times. Let me know if there’s any trouble.”

“You act as if I can’t take care of myself,” Azriel replied, a half smirk on his face.

Rhys rolled his eyes and brought his brother into a hug, the eyes on them be damned. When Rhys pulled away, Cassian was there next, squeezing the shadowsinger into a hug that nearly crushed his bones.

“I’ll miss you, Azzie,” Cassian whispered in Azriel’s ear, which set him scowling. Cassian grinned and pulled away, Feyre replacing him. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek in farewell, and before Az knew it, the Night Court disappeared into the void, leaving him alone in the Autumn Court.

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( @ ) YOUR LOVE IS THE ONLY MELODY ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა . . .

sephiroth & gn reader · rhadore period · mini!sephiroth · he's around 17 · you're two years older · hurt/comfort · angst and feelings

"do you like sweets, sephiroth?"

he shifts his jade eyes over to your hand, his pupils resembling feline slits which expand the more he wore your warmth as comfort against his skin.

his body naturally flinches from this, but he lets out a weary hum soon after.

"mmm..."

finally landing on your own eyes, he met them in a nervous hast. there was an unreadable expression forming there as he went to open his mouth to speak, taking the candy from your other hand as his attention went back to his arm.

you were patching him up after another fight with the rhadores.

when you smile at the youth, it encourages him to take it.

"...it looks... interesting. but i heard they rot your teeth?"

sephiroth stares at the wrapper in your hand, his expression a mix of curiosity and almost skepticism, as if such a thing were unheard of in camp.

but, he still studies it closely, examining its shape and colour before looking over to you.

you let out a soft, hearty chuckle, giving him a dismissive gesture with your eyes as you go to wrap a bandage around his forearm.

"well..." you say doubtfully. "maybe not... but! i heard just one sweet alone can cure any tummy ache."

all he does is deadpan, "but my stomach doesn't hurt?" sephiroth then looks at the dressing, watching red seep through the material. it stings a bit, yet he doesn’t flinch.

you then poke at the middle of his chest, placing the tip of your index finger on his turtleneck. he follows your digit.

"inside, here."

he gives you this doubtful look, interest still on the tip of his thoughts, but, it was an amusing one, at that.

sephiroth takes a moment to consider your words carefully.

"i suppose i could try it. if you say it'll make me feel better, i guess there's no harm giving it a taste..."

he pauses briefly before taking it from your palm and unwrapping it. he pops it into his mouth, and thats when his eyes widen almost instantly at the sweetness hitting his taste buds.

you give him a wide grin, watching him chomp on it enthusiastically. although, the thought of him chewing rock candy made you cringe a bit. . .it was still extremely endearing to watch how caught up he was in its flavour.

something new and unfamiliar, again.

"you like it?"

sephiroth continues chomping the candy, his eyes glazed over with content at the newfound and strange excitement. when he finally swallows, he licks his lips, a very subtle grin growing on his face.

he nods, "it does taste. . .rather good. i never thought something sweet could taste. . .so nice?" you forgot that sephiroth was never rewarded with such snacks before in his life.

you stand, ruffling the youth's hair about.

"then i shall ask the camp to bring more candies in for the young man. wouldn't want you perishing on the battlefield, would we?"

perceiving his bandage again, you brush some hair out of his face. "you're all patched up. i think glenn, lucia and the rest of the team are waiting outside for you."

sephiroth looks down at his treated arm, wiggling and flexing his fingers to test its durability. after appreciating your handiwork, he looks up at you, expression returning to his signature look; neutral.

"thank you. it feels much better already."

you swore for a second that a smile ghosted his lips in that moment, and your heart skips a beat.

he looks toward the door, where his comrades were waiting for him outside. but in that moment, there was a sense of uncertainty in his movements.

you had never seen sephiroth break his resolute before, causing you to tilt your head in mild confusion.

"is something bothering you, sephiroth? you know, you can always tell me. are you having girl problems? i know the younger nurses can be quite the-"

sephiroth cuts you off, looking at the ground as he speaks, "it's... not that. just... sometimes i get lonely. when it's silent, and everyone is asleep, i cannot stop thinking about..."

its like your body froze up when he bombarded you, and initially, you weren't sure what to say or how to react. sephiroth has never been good at reading the room, but this may be your only chance to figure him out.

you needed to know why he was upset. you could sense it, even from a weeks ago.

sephiroth trails off, mumbling, his grip on the bedsheets tightening.

you sensed the pain in his voice, and it compels you to sit back down to sooth his back with your palm. the sudden touch makes him flinch, giving you a side eye with a slight furrow on his face before sighing.

you chuckle nervously at his response.

"well, you don't have to worry about getting lonely when you have me, right? i'm not sure how long this war will last, but good things will come from it."

sephiroth looks up at you, eyes interlocking with yours. they were always intimidating, and beautiful, which was always why you could never bring yourself to look into them directly. you were certain that, if you did, your heart would shatter.

but that was already too late when his pupils form a thin line; you could feel the emptiness staring back at you.

but he faulters, unable to hold your gaze, and it catches you off guard.

there's a hint of vulnerability in the way his lips quirk up at your words.

what did you mean by that?

he nods slowly, the corners of his lips tugging up into a hurtful smile, almost as if what you said was some sort of joke.

"yes. . .you're right. as long as you're here with me, i won't be lonely. . ."

sephiroth pauses for a moment, considering his next words carefully; he didn't want to make you upset, he already felt terrible and awkward for bringing this up with you, but something was stuck in his throat.

"do you think. . .we'll win this war?"

a breeze seeps through the front of the tent and it blows his fringe away from his forehead. your mouth comes to open slightly, hesitating in a stutter, but you end up giving him another awkward smile of comfort instead.

"if we have faith, i think we will. the rest of P0 seem positive about it, despite what we have seen thus far with the rhadore's."

maybe those were the wrong choice of words. . .

sephiroth looks away from you, and somehow you knew why he felt so vulnerable at the mention of the native's.

"will you bring rosen back with you? i'm sure you'll have a lot of fun showing him around midgar?"

and then a pain shoots up his chest; he coughs and he ponders your question for a moment, expression growing despondent. you were closest to him out of all the medics.

he could trust you. he does trust you. but whats stopping him?

"when the war is over, i... i'm not sure." he pauses, contemplating.

"i suppose i should go back to midgar, but... i don't know what awaits me there, if there's anything for me to return to. and as for rosen... it's up to him if he wishes such a thing. it all just feels so..."

he trails off again and you tilt your head at him, a hint of sadness spreading over his sharp green eyes, dulling them a bit more.

you knew this was a touchy topic for sephiroth, but you needed him to know that you will always be there for him. even when he doesn't want the comfort, and even when his mind fights you off.

you go to hold his hand, giving it a tight squeeze of support and encouragement. he looks down vacantly, although, there was a feeling of tingly sensation and warmth behind it. something he had never felt before. something that was foreign to him.

he meets your eyes again, squinting a bit, as if he was fighting back tears from spilling from them.

"it all feels so... empty, i guess. like there's something missing... something that i am supposed to be seeking, fulfilling. but... i don't even know what that is? i feel lost, and..."

his voice trembles, and that was it, the tear he had been holding back forms in his waterline.

a few more seconds of silence pass and he takes his hand back from you, feeling a disgusting sentiment called insecurity. he brushes over his face with his glove, letting you know so.

you know he's not trying to show any weakness right now, yet how sweetly you encourage him to speak his mind to you, makes his heart beat faster than what he was originally upset with.

don't burden yourself with me, he'd probably be thinking right about now.

you always knew that sephiroth was a little different from the rest of his comrades. he never had friends, maybe considering him an outcast and a major introvert. but you wanted to show him that people did care about him, that people would miss him. that you would miss him.

"it's okay to be a little sad sometimes, sephiroth. just because you're strong, doesn't mean you can't feel these types of emotions, y'know? if you couldn't shed a few tears, i'd be worried." you scratch the back of your head, giving a nervous laugh.

his head is still turned away from you, but you knew he was listening attentively to your words, somehow. his hands ball into fists as they tremble under your touch when you go to reach out to him. he struggles to keep his composure, and ohhh how much it irritates him.

and the worst feeling of all, he doesn't know why he is feeling this way.

"i... i know. but... i'm supposed to be strong all the time. that's what everyone expects of me. i'm supposed to be the one who... who leads the team, who takes charge, who doesn't show weakness. i don't want to disappoint everyone. i don't... want to disappoint you."

the pain hitches in your throat, and your body grows warm. why were you happy to hear that? especially now, of all times.

you shake your head sincerely, rubbing over his knuckle to the arm that had the bandage around.

"ahh. . .sephiroth. . ." you let out a sigh. "is that really how you think i feel. . .?"

"even if you don't know what that is yet, i'm sure it will come to you in the future." you finally let out a puff of air from your lungs which you had been holding in forever.

somehow, his emotions were getting the best of you. he stays silent a bit more, not really sure how to response to you.

"and don't you think that's a bit much for someone your age? just because people have expectations of you, doesn't mean they can treat you selfishly? you're not some machine, with no feelings or concerns. you don't have to feel these things alone. why do you do this to yourself?"

you grip his wrist now and he turns to you, eyebrows furrowing and eyes lowering.

"lean on me, rely on me. focus on people who are important to you."

you then chuckle at the thought of glenn squeezing sephiroth in a suffocating hug, and sephiroth looks up at you momentarily to catch it in his vision.

he loves it when you smile.

"and even P0 will listen to your concerns. they always have shown endless compassion towards you, have they not? they care about you. don't take these relationships for granted. you will miss them in the future."

did you really mean that, though? or were you selfish; did you want him to only feel this way about you?

but nonetheless, sephiroth still listens closely to your words, absorbing every tone and every syllable that falls out of your mouth, like a sponge. he's not sure what you're trying to get at, but his heart absorbs it like deoxygenated blood, and the tear finally slips down his cheek.

he nods slowly, lifting your hand up as his follows yours. the pads of both your fingers touch before he clasps your palm, the light seeping through the zipper of the tent, illuminating the back of your head. he only just realises that you may be thinking he's staring at you. . .

"maybe. . ."

he takes a shaky inhale, his voice barely above a whisper, his tongue clicking in his mouth.

"but. . .you don't have to go out of your way to save me". and then he slips away from you again, when you were so close to understanding him.

you give him a weak smile, understanding however. "do you think you'll find that eventually? do you think you'll be happy after you know what that missing piece is?"

sephiroth then smiles, a smile you had never seen on his face before. it was genuine and raw and real, and maybe you were that reason.

"maybe i have already found that missing piece."

when he looks up at you, his expression faulters and his heart skinks into the abyss. there's a look of hurt on your face, and he's not sure where that came from.

he clicks his tongue again, avoiding your gaze, nettling in his own emotions again.

"i don't feel like i am. there's... always this. . .emptiness inside of me. like something is. . .missing. and no matter how strong i become, it just. . .doesn't fill that void."

he now looks at you straight in the face. "and everytime you show me such compassion, i'm not sure whether i'm feeling it correctly or not."

you're silent again; oh how easily he made you mute, so you stand, ruffling his hair again to try and brighten the mood. you then wipe his tear away with the back of your knuckle, his skin soft against your touch.

"what will you do now then?"

sephiroth looks up at you, his hair disheveled; he looks more innocent this way. he manages a small, grateful smile despite his lingering uncertainty.

"i don't know? i suppose i'll just keep doing what i'm doing. keep fighting, keep trying to be the best version i can be. . .and i hope that someday, i'll find what i am looking for. or. . .maybe it will find me instead."

you smile at him, meeting his gaze, albeit, his eyes a little red.

"i'm sure you will. you're blessed, sephiroth. only good things happen to those who are blessed."

you stand, releasing his hand. "now. . .i think we should let the team know i've patched you up and you're ready to move. are you good to go back?"

he lets your words sink in, his behaviour changing in almost an instant at the mention of his team and the work that lay ahead. his posture straightens and his expression shifts aloofly.

"yes, i'm ready. let's go back."

sephiroth stands up, a little more determined than before. somehow, you found it cute, and on the other hand, it somehow made you sad, that you were his only form of encouragement.

despite how he felt, there was a newfound resolve in his mind that he couldn't ignore.

you watch him walk out of the tent, the sob that you had been holding in the entire conversation, spills out quietly.

"that boy. . .this world is undeserving of him. please, don't take him away from me."

[pinacoladamatata]

I am once again thinking about Solas and how his potential arc this game could go regarding the Veil being up or down and I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure [spoilers obviously] I don't like being intelligent/thoughtful on here I prefer to be stupid but here we go

In [yet another] article that came out, idk? today? Mark Darrah says the story "allows us to, hopefully, give a good conclusion to all the varied attitudes toward Solas that are going to be coming from people who love Solas, who agree with Solas, who hate Solas, people who want to kick Solas off of a building – I think that we give you the opportunity to bring that to a close, but then tell a greater story about The Veilguard and about the world as a whole."

and I don't know what to fucking think about this? They obviously know people's opinions are varied and I think it should be obvious that this is not a case where 'one ending fits all'

Because like, he is such a tragic character and I know there's gonna be an option to kill him, calm down, before you start in my inbox with "I WANT TO KILL HIM" like, you will be able to, that's kind of...almost a certainty. Especially for low approval Inquisitor/swore to stop him at all costs. Because if he Won't agree to stop trying to tear down the veil and causing mass destruction, (even after dealing with Elgarnan and Ghilly) then you'll have to kill him. Even trapping him forever isn't really an option because he created the fucking veil, man's crafty, he'd eventually find a way out. Like, If he will not and cannot see reason, then you, the protagonist, will have to end him.

It's the OTHER option that has me spinning because, you could, maybe, potentially, hopefully, talk him out of it. And if you did that, either as a romanced or friendly Inquisitor, or apparenty? Rook? based on this new info that Solas and Rook are going to have a lot of interaction, then he doesn't NEED to die. If he stops wanting to tear down the veil, he could potentially just disappear and do whatever he wants, like nerd out over magic.

And honestly, having him die on both paths is such a slap in the face for "your choices matter" because like clearly they do not if that happens; like what was the point of making me choose at the end of trespasser? If the only difference is 'stop Solas at all costs' leads to a boss fight where you kill him and 'redeem Solas' leads to ? him dying anyway somehow? Like I'm sorry but that is lazy and boring. His redemption should not end in death, he should have to live and deal with the consequences, because that could be so much more interesting.

[because I'll be real, I don't think they're going to let us have the option to tear down the veil/side with him AND have the option to keep the veil up. I think it will be one or the other no matter your choices; Simply because there is too much of a massive difference between world states of 'killed Solas to prevent him taking down the veil Thedas remains status quo' VS 'let Solas take down the veil, Thedas is now fundamentally different in an almost inconceivable way'. Like the setting for any future games depend on this; you would have to create 2 very different games. There has to be some uniformness to the world state, like; the veil remains, but it's thinned or whatever and the people of Thedas are living life more or less as usual if they ever want to make DA5. Would be wild of them do go the route of no matter what you do the veil comes down anyway. Which would be annoying if you swore to stop Solas at all costs and he just... succeeds anyway, even if he dies? Of course, there is Sandals prophecy, which I think is about the events of DA4. And devs have said in the past they had 'something' planned since Origins. "One day the magic will come back - all of it. Everyone will be just like they were" - The veil coming down and everyone gaining magic? Not just elves but humans, dwarves and qunari too? "The shadows will part and the skies will open wide" - Talking about the veil coming down?? Do shadows represent the abyss? "When he rises, everyone will see" - I'm actually convinced this is about Elgar'nan, or, something even worse; like the 'thing' that Mythal locked away, that the "evanuris in their greed could unleash" that "would destroy us all". So I think the end of DA:TV will be either the veil stays in place no matter what, or the veil comes down no matter what, which is, idk, interesting? Because again, they can't have both- that just gets too messy for the setting for the next game. They could have the veil come down no matter what, but, you would need to have a "better option" as Varric and Solas put it. Which, let's say for narrative purposes, this option exists and we tell it to Solas and he goes "Okay let's do that instead" and it results in a world state where the veil is 'down' but not in a catastrophic mega-calamity way. Even then though, some players are just not going to pick that and also if the veil comes down; what the fuck are we guarding it for???? I think it might come down temporarily. Maybe we have to make a new one? a better one? we have our fade tamagotchi fen'harel who happens to be the only fucker who knows how to make a veil too. Could this 'better veil' alleviate some of the problems Solas had with the old one? If there was like a set door way that allowed people and spirits to pass safely? One that didn't cause so much discord between spirits/people? Is our Veilguard a Fade TSA? I can dream. But who knows. Either way, I think we're only getting one endgame worldstate regarding the veil.

So; OK, back to Solas and how the fuck that could end. Harking back to that Varric/Solas conversation about the old man living alone. Solas is clearly speaking as though he is the old man, and he can't fathom just living a quiet life when there are literal world ending gods waiting for a weak moment to bust free. He Will not, Cannot stand by and do nothing while he knows his prison is failing. He HAS to at least deal with the 2 evanuris before tearing down the veil bc he doesn't want them to cause harm. He didn't want that before (hence locking them away) and he doesn't want it now, even for modern day Thedas (hence him helping Rook). He's got such a fucking heart under all that armor. He cares about people, he demonstrates it again and again. But my god what if, he finally *sees* that the veil may not have been a mistake, it doesn't need to be torn down, (maybe it has to be remade, better?or just altered?) and then us the protag, no longer has to kill him to stop him from tearing it down?

Like, I am very partial to the "what if love changes everything" trope especially for such a tragic character. Bc he's got death flags left and right; "I walk the dinanshiral" "there is only death on this journey" "this does not end in my downfall" his "dying alone" fear tombstone, and he's lonely he's miserable he's afraid. I'm so worried they'll kill him off anyway bc 'he was always doomed' trope and it would be easier to write, but motherfuck it would just, be SO so satisfying if, instead, there was a path where he wasn't doomed; whether it's bc of Rook or the Inquisitor or a combo of both. I feel like what if, either platonic or romantic; if there was just at least one path where love changes everything.

ofc this is massive amounts of copium and I don't expect bioware to give me anything so cool as "the veil starts to come down anyway and you, Rook, have to rebuild it with Solas' and the Inquisitor's help and at the end you can either kill him or convince him that this world is worth living in"

but hey, i can dream ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info and lyrics for the songs under the cut!

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

If you’d like to send in interpretations or propaganda for a specific song you can send them to my inbox! All interpretations are welcome and let’s be open and kind in response to all interpretations <3

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The Way I Loved You lyrics

He is sensible and so incredible

And all my single friends are jealous

He says everything I need to hear and it's like

I couldn't ask for anything better

He opens up my door and I get into his car

And he says, "You look beautiful tonight."

And I feel perfectly fine

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2 AM and I'm cursing your name

You're so in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breaking down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kind of rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

He respects my space

And never makes me wait

And he calls exactly when he says he will

He's close to my mother

Talks business with my father

He's charming and endearing

And I'm comfortable

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2 AM and I'm cursing your name

You're so in love that you acted insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breaking down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kind of rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

He can't see the smile I'm faking

And my heart's not breaking

'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all

And you were wild and crazy

Just so frustrating

Intoxicating, complicated

Got away by some mistake and now

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

It's 2 AM and I'm cursing your name

I'm so in love that I acted insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breaking down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kind of rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you oh, oh

Whoa, whoa, oh-oh, oh

And that's the way I loved you oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, whoa

Never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

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You All Over Me lyrics

[Taylor Swift:]

Once the last drop of rain has dried off the pavement

Shouldn't I find a stain, but I never do

The way the tires turn stones, on old county roads

They leave 'em muddy underneath

Reminds me of you

You find graffiti on the walls of old bathroom stalls

You know, you can scratch it right off

It's how it used to be

But like the dollar in your pocket it's been spent and traded in

You can't change where it's been

Reminds me of me

[Taylor Swift and Maren Morris:]

I lived, and I learned

Had you, got burned

Held out, and held on

God knows, too long

And wasted time, lost tears

Swore that I'd get out of here

But no amount of freedom gets you clean

I've still got you all over me

The best and worst day of June

Was the one that I met you

With your hands in your pockets

And your "Don't you wish you had me?" grin

Well, I did, so I smiled, and I melted like a child

Now every breath of air I breathe reminds me of then

And I lived, and I learned

Had you, got burned

Held out, and held on

God knows, too long

And wasted time, lost tears

Swore that I'd get out of here

But no amount of freedom gets you clean

I've still got you all over me

I lived, and I learned

And found out what it was to turn around

And see, that we

Were never really meant to be

So I lied, and I cried

And I watched a part of myself die

'Cause no amount of freedom gets you clean

I've still got you all over me

I've still got you all over me

Still got you all over me

[wintersoldiersoul]

A/N: here’s something short because I was bored and work and wrote this and wanted to get something up for you guys ❤️

TW: depression, eating disorder, weight loss

Your eyes didn’t stray from the tv when the door opened. You sat staring ahead like a zombie, a shell of the vibrant girl you once were.

Bucky paused, watching you from afar. He was no stranger to your depression. He had held you through so many bad days and nights, watched over you to make sure you took your meds, driven you to therapy. But this was different. He had never seen you like this. So catatonic. So numb for so many days on end.

He was terrified. He could tell that you had lost weight when he saw the way your collarbones were sharpened beneath your skin. But he didn’t know just how bad it truly was.

It had started a few weeks ago when one bad day turned into two and three and four. The worst part was that you weren’t talking to him like you usually would. You weren’t telling him about the pain. You didn’t cry in his arms. You were just numb.

“Baby?” His voice was quiet as to not startle you.

“Hm?” Your eyes still didn’t leave the tv. You weren’t even really watching it, just using the screen as a focal point for your tired eyes.

Bucky sat down next to you and put an arm on your shoulder. He was so desperate to reach out and hold you but you wouldn’t let him. The most you would allow was a hand on your shoulder or for him to lock his fingers with yours. “Please,” he pleaded. “Just let me hold you. Let me be there for you. Talk to me.” His voice was dripping with desperation.

You looked up at him, making true eye contact for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. All at once it was like you couldn’t take it anymore. Truly looking into the blues of his eyes broke you. A sob left your body as you let your exhausted frame fall into him.

His arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling your body as close as possible. “Holy shit,” he gasped as he felt you. You were so small. So much smaller than he remembered. He could feel your ribs through the thin t-shirt that you had on. Your wrists felt so delicate, like if he held your hand too tight, they would break. “Oh, my love,” he whispered, trying to desperately keep his composure. “What happened?” He whispered.

“I-i just…” you gasped for air, trying to control your sobs so that you could speak. “I don’t know how it got this bad.”

“Can you take some deep breaths for me?” He rubbed your arms up and down reassuringly. “Breathe with me, okay?” He took deep breaths and you tried your hardest to match them. “Honey…” he said, after you had steadied your breathing. “You’re so skinny.”

You sniffled and looked away, feeling ashamed. You hadn’t stopped eating on purpose. The depression caused you to lose your appetite and eventually you had gotten used to running on basically no food. You didn’t necessarily do it to be thin, but more so to have just one thing that you could control.

“I didn’t mean for it to get this bad.” The words came out so quiet. “I just wanted to have control over one thing. Everything else just feels so chaotic and hectic and I just needed something.”

It was as if Bucky could physically feel his heart breaking at your words. You were his angel and seeing you in this much pain hurt him beyond belief. The man had been tortured for decades, thrown from fight to fight against his will and still, he swore he’d never been in as much pain as he was seeing you like this.

“Baby girl, I feel like i’m gonna break you if I touch you. Please eat something. Please.”

You stared down at your hands, playing with a thread on your sweatshirt.

“Please,” he begged again. He had never sounded so desperate in his entire life. “It can be something small but I’m so fucking worried about you right now. It’s like you’re disappearing right in front of me.”

You looked into his eyes once again. “Something small,” you practically whispered.

“Thank you,” he said, kissing you on the forehead. “Thank you.”

[dumplingsfordays]

patching you up

blade x injured!gn!reader

genre - fluff

summary - blade patches you up after you got injured while fighting mara.

cw!: mentions of blood + injury, soft-ish!blade, ooc blade?, mention of blade's past life which idfk how it works lmao I should be paying attention to the storyline asjdnb, swearing, mutual pining

note - god damn. soft!blade is living in my head rent-free fr, can't get enough of him <33 I'm not usually an edgy-emo-boy fan but ig blade's just built different 💪💪

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With each painful cough, more and more thin splatters of blood painted your mouth crimson.

It hurt. A lot. You didn't expect it to hurt nearly as bad as it did when you charged in to fight the Mara that was attacking some people that were making their way through Cloudford, but the spear that their captain had used to stab through your side was probably coated in some sort of poison, because with every sluggish step you took, you felt your body break little by little. Eventually, you collapsed onto the cold ground - your torso was numb and soon your arms and legs would be as well.

Well, at least you were going to die somewhere pretty. The sunset glimmered through the leaves of thin trees growing from large pots, which were scattered across the various bridges of the district. Starskiffs drifted lazily across the sky like regal ships on the high seas and the last thing you heard before you closed your eyes for a while was the sound of crickets and footsteps fading in.

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"Finally fucking awake."

A harsh voice came from your side as you opened your extremely tired eyes, which were met with dim but warm lighting and a dark wooden ceiling.

"Can't believe you got into this mess," the voice continued as you felt something tightening around your waist. "Didn't think that you'd be so stupid."

His face flashed in your hazy mind and you tried to sit up. "...Blade, I-"

"Don't move. You'll make it worse."

Hands. Ice-cold, gruff, but gentle hands pushed you back into your previous position by your shoulders, and you felt the tightening feeling again shortly after.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, then coughed again. Your throat was so dry - it felt like you haven't drank in decades, and with each cough you swore that your lungs were going to fly out of your mouth at the sheer force.

"Fixing you, obviously."

You raised your neck to try and catch a glimpse of your wounds but saw only the top of Blade's head, his raven hair tied back in a low ponytail. He was bent over your side, and just as you lowered your head back to the pillow a sharp bolt of pain shot through you, making you hiss and wince.

"That hurt!"

"It'll pass," he replied almost too casually. "Deal with it."

An uncomfortable pause ensued, during which you finally figured out that he was bandaging your torso up. You'd never expected anyone to find you back there, much less a Stellaron Hunter that you'd only interacted with five or six times, but thank the Aeons that at least someone did. But you did think it was strange that he was doing this for you, because from all your two-or-three-word conversations, you were sure that he wasn't the type to help an almost complete stranger. In fact, you'd think that he would be the one to cause these injuries in the first place.

While you were staring up at the ceiling in deep thought, Blade was lowkey kind-of admiring your skin. You weren't going to look down at him again anyway, it seems that you'd learned your lesson, but that just allowed him to eye your softness in more detail. This was his chance - he'd been admiring you from afar ever since you first met, and he wasn't about to let this opportunity to see what you looked like close-up pass.

Before he knew what he was doing, Blade's fingers reached out to lightly press onto skin that was near your wound, at which you hissed and leaned away from his touch.

"You sure that you're actually healing me?" you asked.

"Yes. I know what I'm doing, trust me."

He continued to press curiously but gently, making sure not to hurt you on purpose. Your skin was fascinating to him - it was soft, warm, while his was unforgivingly cold; yours had a fascinating shade of life about it and his didn't. This contrast was what made his eyes widen a little everytime he made physical contact with you, and he found small differences like these to amount to vast ones overall. Maybe this is what always made him think that you came from a different world entirely.

Blade then noticed that your hand was trembling by your side - the painkillers must be wearing off. He stood up from the chair beside the bed on which you were resting and reached for a couple pills and a glass of water on a nearby counter, moving them to the bedside table. His hands felt your back as he sat you up to administer the medicine.

You now saw where you were - from what you could tell, it was a small house or apartment somewhere. Dark wood covered the walls, ceiling, and floor, and tapestries and thriving plants littered the environment. You didn't know that he had a green thumb, but now that you did, you felt safer somehow - what if this cold, distant man was more human than you'd originally thought him to be?

His lithe, cold fingers brought you back to reality as they rested under your jaw, pulling it open gently, and your eyes focused on his admittedly quite handsome face again. Crimson eyes, the color of a blood moon, stared intensely at yours in avid concentration before travelling back to his other hand, which was now lifting a glass of sparkling golden liquid to your lips. There was a certain reverence of sorts glimmering in his expression, and this was accompanied by the fact that he was treating you like he would a glass flower. Your lips finally met the rim of the glass and when you finally tasted the elixir, you sighed.

It was cool and sweet, a refreshing sensation that battled the humidity of the room and the pain in your side. You drank the entire glass with ease and after Blade set it down on the bedside table, he wiped away some stray droplets of the shining liquid with a rough thumb.

That was it - Blade had become an entirely person just now. You could see it in his eyes and feel it as he breathed: this was not the same person who happened to be walking by a person on their deathbed and had enough pity in their secluded heart to heal them. He treated you like an old friend or a partner, perhaps, by taking you in.

"You'll experience drowsiness soon," he mentioned, "don't feel like you can't sleep. I won't leave you."

You laughed lazily in return, already feeling the effects of the painkillers. "So you can murder me in my sleep?"

"...I can leave-"

"No, no, I'm just kidding."

You sigh and relax into the pillows beneath you as Blade lowers you onto your back again. His gaze lingers on yours for maybe a second too long but he pulls away, preferring to sit down in a chair by the bedside and stare out at the scenery surrounding the house.

Once your eyes close and your breaths become quiet, he gives it a couple seconds to make sure you're asleep before softly starting to hum. It's an old tune from his past life, one which he used to smith to, and as midnight moonlight begins to stream in through the window, it veils your calm face in a hazy, shimmery glow that rivals even the smoothest of satins. He reaches a hand towards the apple of your cheek, cradling it in his palm as he sighs, a faint smile dancing on his lips.

"You're gonna kill me someday."

[pinkrangermemes]

EPIC: THE MUSICAL, WISDOM SAGA

feel free to change pronouns and such when needed.

"It's just me, myself, and I."

"I'm stuck with your stories, but no clue who you are."

"If I fight those monsters, is it you I'll find?"

"I know life and fate are scary, but I wanna be legendary."

"I'll fight the harpies and chimeras!"

"There are strangers in our halls."

"They keep taking space and it's not much longer we can stall."

"They're getting impatient. Dangerous, too."

"I would fight them if I was half as strong as you."

"Somebody help me, come and give me the strength."

"Can I do whatever it takes to keep ____ safe?"

"It's been twenty years and we still have no king."

"Give me a chance, a single opportunity."

"When's your tramp of a mother gonna choose a new husband?"

"Don't you dare call my mother a tramp!"

"What'cha gonna do about it, champ?"

"Fight, little wolf, fight."

"Wanna entertain me?"

"Wanna be a man then fight, little wolf, fight."

"You've made your worst mistake here."

"You'll have run out of bones to break when you and I are through."

"I'll teach you all the lessons your daddy never could."

"This cruel world doesn't give out presents just for being good."

"Need some help?"

"Is your plan to stand around?"

"'Cause I suggest you fight back."

"Uppercut him. Now."

"Alright now, let's try this again."

"I've no respect for bullies, those who impose their will."

"I've seen plenty enough to truly understand this kind of filth."

"Let's teach this dog a lesson."

"One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined."

"Show them that you've got some bite, ____!"

"Take advantage now and strike, ____-!"

"Don't go down without a fight, ____!"

"Oh, maybe I pushed you a bit too hard."

"I had a friend before, and he was a lot like you."

"I helped him fight through war, but he had his demons, too."

"Then we grew apart."

"Then his light went dark."

"I don't know who your friend is, I don't know what he's like, but my time with you has been splendid."

"'Cause I got in a fight, and I didn't die!"

"I've never felt strong before."

"You're my friend, I couldn't ask for more."

"Maybe to fall is to learn one way."

"Maybe it's all gonna turn out great."

"I know we'll be fine."

"I know it's light you'll find."

"You're a good kid."

"Old friend, it's been ten years since I last saw you."

"____, where did you go?"

"Morning, sleepy head, you've been resting for a while."

"I swore that you were dead when you washed up on my isle."

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

"Tell me, though, who's ____?"

"I'm not your man."

"I'm what you want here."

"I'm what you need here."

"From here on out, you're mine, all mine."

"Hell no!"

"I could kill you where you stand!"

"I'm not pet, I'm a married man!"

"Last I checked, goddesses can't die."

"You're adorable."

"Bow down to the might ____, here to entertain, but fear not, I bring no pain."

"Under my spell, we're stuck in paradise."

"No one can come or go."

"I don't belong here!"

"There's something wrong here!"

"I wont' be drawn to live in paradise."

"Time can take a heavy toll."

"All I hear are screams..."

"____, get away from the ledge."

"You don't know what I've gone through!"

"You don't know what I've sacrificed!"

"Every comrade I long knew, every friend, I saw them die."

"It will be fine, dear."

"Come back inside, dear."

"Let me close my eyes."

"I know your life's been hard."

"I'll stay inside your heart."

"I love you, my dear."

"I love our time here."

"Life would be so much worse if you had died."

"Just let me close my eyes."

"Please stay away from harm."

"Stay in my open arms."

"He needs my help."

"Father, ____, rarely do I ask for favors."

"You are playing with thunder for a man full of shame."

"If he's worth the risk of going under, why not make it a game?"

"You all know I'm a fan of catchy songs."

"I think ____'s in the wrong."

"They were trying to do him worse!"

"Now they'll tread with caution first."

"Trust is not given, it's forged."

"Why should I give him my support?"

"He sacrificed his own cohort."

"Did you forget they failed to listen?"

"He was betrayed and then imprisoned."

"He was busy fighting!"

"More like busy spiting."

"Let him feel the pain that his ____ felt and rot."

"Please reconsider this."

"Really, ____? These old tricks?"

"What kind of sick coward holds back his power while he friends get devoured?"

"He didn't even fight ____!"

"Pathetic and weak like his ____!"

"Hold your tongue now!"

"His ____'s my friend!"

"Tell your lover that a broken heart can mend."

"You want more bloodshed?"

"He's got the mind of a genius."

"Try harder."

"He's pretty skilled with words."

"Can do better than that."

"He's kinda funny?"

"Never once has he cheated on his wife."

"I played your game and won!"

"You dare to defy me?"

"No one beats me, no one wins my game!"

"Is she dead?"

"Let him go, please."

[foreverbase1]

part of his world ❣ Sung Hanbin

❥𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: delinquent!Sung Hanbin x topstudent!fem!reader

❥𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k

❥𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff, High School AU, Delinquent x Top Student

❥𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of blood, mentions of food, pet names, swearing, gets pretty cringe-y near the end

❥𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: part of his world by Sad Alex

❥𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ZB1 Park Gunwook

❥𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Reader is the top student of her school and class, and despite originally disliking Hanbin, Reader ends up falling for him after fate decides to pull the two together.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬! <𝟑

"𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮"

You don't know when it started, or how it happened, but if someone told you that you; the top student of not only your class but your entire school and the perfect role model for students in lower grades. That you would catch feelings for the delinquent student in your class, you'd call them crazy.

But no matter how much you tried to deny it, you couldn't help but catch feelings for him. 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘣𝘪𝘯. Everyone was weary of him, scared of him even. He never listened in class, opting to either cause trouble with the teacher or sleep the class away, he was always getting into fights that caused him to end up in the nurse's office. It's a wonder how they hadn't expelled him yet.

You originally disliked Sung Hanbin, how could you not, with everything you heard about him and seeing his actions you declared him a bad person, someone to stay away from otherwise it could tarnish your chance at a good future. But it's funny how life just seemed to constantly pull you two together, and because of it, here you are now. In love with the delinquent student that just a few weeks ago, you swore to stay away from.

"𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩"

It all started when your teacher tasked you with tutoring a student, and you agreed. Because it'd be nice to help another student out, especially considering you didn't wanna drown yourself away by just studying every day. But that was the first time you interacted with Sung Hanbin and got a taste of his personality.

"Hi miss, you wanted to ask me something?" You stood in front of your teacher's desk, the older woman smiling up at you. "Ah yes, say Y/N, would you be interested in helping a student out by tutoring them? They are currently falling behind in my class and i would like them to catch up. And since you're the top student of our school, i couldn't think of a more suitable student!" She laughed as she finished her sentence, earning a smile from you.

"I'd love too, when do you want me to start tutoring them?" You asked, fixing your clothes by straightening them out a bit. This was exciting for you, of course, you had a ton of friends but you always chose to stay inside and study. It's what your parents wanted after all, they just wanted a bright future for you and you wanted to make them proud. And having you tutoring someone means you can make your record look much more appealing as well.

"If you aren't doing anything today, i can ask them to meet you in the library after school?" She suggested, and you nodded. After all, you didn't actually have anything to do besides study. "That's perfect, thank you miss" You thanked her again and said your goodbyes before attending your next class, much more eager to meet this student.

Inside the library, you found a nice desk tucked away in a corner and began to place your necessary materials and supplies to tutor this mystery student you were eager to meet. You didn't really mind if it was a boy or a girl, just glad that you had something to preoccupy your time after school now.

Humming to yourself happily, you heard the library door open and close, followed by muffled, distant voices. You couldn't make out who one of the voices was, but you could recognize the librarian's voice. Then when you heard footsteps approaching, followed by a bag dropping to the floor in the chair across from you, you looked up. Eyes locking with Sung Hanbin.

You internally groaned and cried, feeling your heart drop. "Really? Sung Hanbin......." You thought to yourself, wanting to shrivel up and die right on the spot. You should've guessed it would be him, after all, he didn't exactly pay attention in classes and his grades weren't the best.

"I'm tutoring you?" You said blankly, staring up at him. Hanbin nodded his head, taking a seat in the chair across from you. Regret started bubbling up in your chest, now you were stuck having to tutor the school's troublemaker every week. But you thought that as long as you limited interactions with him, you could make it through this and never speak to him again! Yes, that's what you'd do.

Oh you couldn't have been more wrong. You started seeing Hanbin outside your tutoring sessions, specifically outside of school, the convenience store you frequented in your free time to get snacks and other treats was now a hotspot to see him.

A groan found its way past your lips as you opened the doors of the convenience store, eyes landing on a familiar face. "Seriously, why is he everywhere" You mumbled to yourself, choosing to avoid him. But it's like fate had other plans, because when you turned a corner to enter another aisle, when you came face to face with him.

"Oh, hi" Hanbin said, looking at you. You could tell he looked a bit surprised to see you there, while your face showed a look of annoyance. "Hi, what are you doing here?" You asked, not really caring if you came off as rude.

Hanbin sighed, he was used to snide remarks and judging gazes. He was well aware of his status throughout the school, but chose to ignore it all anyway, cause in the end he didn't really care. But coming from you, someone who was so nice to everyone else except him, it made him feel a little different.

"The convenience store near me was closed for the day due to an accident, so, i had to come to the closest one nearby. And it was this one" He explained to you, looking down at the bag he was carrying. You noticed a tiny glimmer of sadness behind that tough exterior, and it made you feel bad.

So far your interactions up to now with Hanbin haven't been bad, the rumors around him were that he was always rude, he got into fights a lot and he was just never caring. But your interactions with him proved that wrong, well, maybe not the fighting part, but him being rude and never caring was definitely false.

During your tutoring sessions, Hanbin always made sure to swap seats with you, that way the sun from the window wouldn't be disturbing you as you taught him the different subjects. Or that time where Hanbin had stayed up the entire night before studying so that your tutoring sessions wouldn't be as difficult.

"Would....would you like to eat lunch with me?" You asked, holding up the items in your hands that you had yet to pay for, and Hanbin thought about it for a second before nodding his head. "Sure" He said, giving you a small smile.

"𝙎𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨"

After that day, you started spending more time with Hanbin even inside school. You'd always ask him to eat lunch with you, so that he wouldn't be alone. Inviting him to study with you and your group of friends, so that he could catch up on stuff you might not have time to teach him during your tutoring sessions.

You two quickly became the talk of the entire school, amongst multiple different classes. "Why is Y/N with him, won't that tarnish her record?" "I heard she's tutoring him now" "What if he's threatening her?" "Oh my god, what if they're dating?". Mainly just baseless rumors.

This was also when you started catching feelings for him. It was the little things he did to show his appreciation for your kindness, proving that the tough exterior he always put on was nothing more than a facade. He'd always buy your favorite snacks for you, walk you home after school, give you his jacket if you got cold and did i already mention the part about him making sure the sun never got in your eyes and disturbed you from working?

The last time you felt like this with someone was with Park Gunwook, the 2nd top student in your school and also your ex-boyfriend. While you two were dating, you were basically the school's favorite couple. After all, the two top students that the entire school adored were dating? How could they not love it.

Unfortunately, your relationship with Gunwook ended just as fast as it had started, the boy choosing to dump you in order to get closer with another student who was in his class. It hurt and you had cried over it for days, but you eventually got over it and chose to focus on your academics.

You two broke up a year before you started tutoring Hanbin and befriending the delinquent. And you can imagine how Gunwook was reacting to the news, definitely not taking it well.

"She's with Hanbin?" He said, looking at his friend as he had three heads. "That's what everyone else has been saying" The boy nodded his head, Gunwook thought for a second. There was no way you, the top student with the best grades, was dating the student with the worst grades, the worst status in the entire school and is titled the school's delinquent.

Waving goodbye to his friend, Gunwook went inside the school bathroom, pulling his phone out and dialing your number. Meanwhile, you sat outside on a bench enjoying the small sandwich you held in your hands, when you were interrupted by the vibrating of your phone.

You looked at the screen, while you didn't have Gunwook's number saved anymore, you still recognized his number. Sighing to yourself, you picked it up, holding the device to your ear. "What do you want Park" You said, not hiding the dissatisfaction in your voice.

Gunwook's chuckle came through the speaker, followed by his voice. "Y/N, are you actually dating Sung Hanbin? The delinquent who you told me you hated?" His voice held a joking tone to it, and it was getting on your nerves. "Why would you care? I thought you were too busy with another girl to care about me?" You bit back, hearing a scoff come from the boy, followed by a sigh.

"Still not over that, Y/N?" His voice was now holding a hint of annoyance, invoking a chuckle and a scoff from you too. "Fuck you Park Gunwook" And with those final words spoken, you hung up the phone.

Gunwook cursed, placing his phone back in his pocket. If someone were to ask him if he was jealous, of course he'd say no. After all, he dumped you, where did he get the right to feel jealous over who you were seeing now? But if you weren't gonna give him the answer, then he'll get the answer from Sung Hanbin himself.

"𝘼𝙢 𝙄 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠?"

A few days after your call with Gunwook, it was now the scheduled day for your tutoring session with Hanbin. You had texted him that you were waiting for him, but when the minutes passed by and it turned into an hour, you started getting worried. Did he skip on you? Was this because of the rumors about you two? You didn't know, but you at least hoped he was alright.

You decided to wait a tiny bit longer, just simply daydreaming. Your thoughts immediately wandered to Hanbin and the small actions he'd do for you, that smile he always showed you but never anyone else and you felt your heart skip a beat. Quickly snapping up in your seat, you shook your head. "No way....I'm not falling for Hanbin. No way" You laughed at yourself in disbelief, but that familiar warm feeling that filled your chest when you thought of him was too hard to deny.

Looking at the time and declaring that Hanbin wasn't going to turn up, you packed up your things and bid goodbye to the librarian, exiting the library and making your way down the staircase towards the school lobby. As you got down the final step, you heard the sound of something colliding with an object. Hard. Followed by a slumping sound, then muffled voices.

Confused, you step closer to the empty classroom near to the staircase where the voices were coming from. Peaking through the window, your eyes widened in surprise as you saw Gunwook and his group of friends standing over Hanbin, who was on the floor, not unconscious but definitely badly injured as you could see the wounds on his face.

"Now, i'm gonna ask one more time" Gunwook breathed out, picking Hanbin up from the floor by his collar. "Are you and Y/N a thing?" He asked, earning a chuckle from Hanbin. "Fuck you-" Hanbin responded, earning another punch to the face. At this point, you had enough and swung the classroom door open, all heads swirling to look at you.

"Park Gunwook!" You shouted his name, causing the boy to flinch. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" You scolded him, immediately crouching down to Hanbin's level, ignoring his gaze on your face. "Y/N-" Hanbin said your name, earning a hiss from you. "Idiot" You scolded him too, helping Hanbin stand up.

"If you do this again Park Gunwook, i'll make sure your life is a living hell" You glared at your ex, before guiding Hanbin out of the classroom and down the hall to the nurse's office, ignoring the yell of annoyance Gunwook let out after you left.

"𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. 𝙆𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙩' 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨"

Sat in the nurse's office, you watched quietly as the nurse patched Hanbin's bleeding face up. "I'll make sure to report this to the principal, don't you worry" She smiled at you and then at Hanbin. "You need to rest up once you get home, okay? I'm sure your girlfriend here will take care of you" She smiled towards you once again.

"Oh, i'm no-" "Yeah, i'm sure she will" Hanbin nodded his head, standing up and leaving the nurse's office. You stood there for a few seconds stunned at what he had said, before snapping out of it and thanking the nurse again before chasing after Hanbin.

As you two walked past the school gates and down the pavement in silence, you stared at the side of Hanbin's face. Practically admiring it, but you'd never admit that. "If you keep staring, people might get the wrong idea" He said, smiling at you.

You scoffed looking away, a blush staining your cheeks. "Did you mean what you said back there?" You asked, building up the courage after it had been on your mind since leaving the school building. Did he actually mean it? Did he like you that way, the same way you liked him?

Silence enshrouded you two again as you walked, causing your stomach to twist into a knot. What if he didn't actually mean it? What if he was just agreeing with the nurse to get out of there? Oh my god, how could you be so dumb Y/N

"𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣, 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝?"

Suddenly, Hanbin stopped, causing you to stop as well. He'd turn towards you and you'd nervously look up at him. "Yes" He replied, a similar blush painting his cheeks. You felt your breath leave your body, your heart on the verge of exploding in your chest.

Your thoughts were racing fast, all over the place. You didn't know what to say, it was like you forgot how to speak. Hanbin looked at your face as he awaited your answer, a sigh escaping his lips. "If you don't feel the same way, it's fine. I'm use-" But before he could say anything else, you stepped forward, connecting your lips to his.

Hanbin immediately kissed back just as passionately, his lips sending you the message of how grateful he was to you for being kind to him and showing him that not everyone in school hated him. Helping him find out he could feel something as deep as love. Yes, Hanbin was madly in love with you from the first day you tutored him. He found you beautiful, the way the sun complimented your features while it shined on you, the way you giggled and smiled, the way you played with your nails when daydreaming. Every little thing just made him fall deeper in love with you.

In every instance that he thought about his future after school, you were in it. And you couldn't lie, you saw him in your future too, despite his status throughout the entire school, he had shown you that he wasn't much of a delinquent like the students painted him to be. He was kind, he was caring, he was loving, he had a small hamster plush that he took great care of (which you found absolutely adorable by the way).

You couldn't help but fall in love with him from the way he treated you and cared for you. There's no one else you'd rather be in love with.

Pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath, you and Hanbin stared into each other's eyes, a smile on both of your faces. "Y/N" Hanbin said your name, causing you to hum in response. "Do.....do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked shyly, causing you to giggle and nod your head. "I'd love to be, Hanbin" and with that, Hanbin kissed you again, trapping your lips with his as you kissed in the middle of the pavement.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮

"𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚? 𝙒𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙"

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

chapter ii – gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 2,400+

Warnings: mentions of human trafficking, spoilers for entire ACOTAR series

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Y/N’s whole body hurt. And she had a headache. But she still used her senses to figure out where she was now.

There was a fire crackling of a fire. 

Fire!?

She shot up in bed, and then immediately grasped her head, wincing as the headache only got stronger from her sudden movements. 

Y/N looked around at her surroundings. 

She should not be here. 

This place was…extravagant. 

The bedding alone was finer than anything her skin had touched in her entire life. 

She jumped when the nightstand suddenly had a bowl of broth ( visibly steaming), goblet of water, and even some bread.

Surely that hadn’t been there when she woke up?

Then Y/N swore she saw something moving in the corner of her eye. But when she turned, it seemed to be gone. Was she reacting to her own shadow? Had she finally become the crazy girl that everyone has thought she was?

The door slowly creaked open and Y/N panicked. 

Nothing was around her that could double as a weapon. 

There was only a large and heavy book next to the food on the nightstand.

That will have to do, she thought. 

In walked one of the most devastatingly handsome males Y/N had ever seen: tall, hazel eyed, golden skin, and hair black as night. But what Y/N couldn’t stop staring at were the massive wings attached to his back. 

“Move any closer and I’ll break your nose with this book,” she warned him with the ‘weapon’ already raised in her grasp. 

He had the audacity to smirk at her. “You’d do more harm to the poor book than you’d ever do to me.” 

Then his smile dropped as he felt a strong breeze come in through the open window.

It blew Y/N’s hair around her face and she closed her eyes as if she were trying to listen to something.  

“What is your name?” Azriel asked evenly, causing her eyes to snap back open. 

“I’ve never met an Illyrian before,” she muttered quietly.

Y/N eyed him up and down, noting the fighting leathers he wore and the multiple weapons strapped to him. She assumed there were even more hidden beyond her sight. 

“Your name,” Azriel repeated, louder this time. 

“How did I get to the Night Court?” She whispered. But it seemed she wasn’t asking him, more talking to herself than anything. 

Rhys, she’s awake, Azriel sent the message to Rhysand’s mind. 

Everything alright? He responded almost instantly. 

She seems…peculiar, Azriel admitted. 

I’ll be there soon, Rhysand answered. 

Azriel wanted to interrogate her further, but he knew Rhysand wanted to speak with her first.

So, Azriel let her be and closed the door behind him, returning to his post of guarding it. She was a guest, not a prisoner sent to be interrogated by him. His court promised to protect her, so there was no use in scaring her to tell him information. 

Rhysand was there a few minutes later. “Has she said anything?”

“Somehow she knew that she was in the Night Court. I asked for her name, but she ignored me." Azriel smirked then. "She also threatened to break my nose with a book.” 

“You poor thing,” Rhsyand teased as he reached for the handle. 

When they opened the door, Azriel saw that the girl had opened all of the windows, making the room rather cold. She now stood by the fire, muttering to herself under her breath rather quickly. 

“Hello,” Rhysand greeted carefully. 

Azriel was right behind him. 

She turned quickly, eyeing the two of them. But said nothing. 

However, she did take note that neither of them stepped further in the room. As if they knew she would panic should they get too close to her. 

“I’m sure you’re confused and wanting many answers,” Rhysand began. “I am–”

“Rhysand. High Lord of the Night Court,” she finished for him. Then her eyes shifted to Azriel. “And you are Azriel, the Shadowsinger. Spymaster of the Night Court.” 

The two males shared a glance. 

“And how did you know that?” Rhysand asked with more amusement than suspicion. 

Her eyes were filled with anxiety and fear. But she quickly answered, “I know many things I’m not meant to. I cannot help what I hear.” 

“And may we know your name?” Rhysand asked with his classic charm. 

She eyed the two of them, clearly fighting a battle in her head on whether it was smart to fulfill his request. 

“I can assure you, you are safe here. We mean you no harm,” Rhysand added. 

“Y/N.”

“It is nice to meet you, Y/N.” Rhysand said with a genuine, soft smile. 

“Am I your prisoner?” She asked nervously, eyes shooting around the room.

“Of course not. Why would you think that?” 

She looked even more nervous. “I killed those males. Were they yours?” 

Rhysand frown and his eyes darkened. “I do not tolerate such trading in my court. And we have gone to war more than once to stop such things.” 

“Human slaves,” Y/N blurted out. 

Rhysand tilted his head. 

“For sex. For torture. For entertainment. For labor.” She said bluntly. Then without missing a beat, her gaze moved to Azriel. “They talk to you?”

It was phrased as a question, but her tone said she knew the answer. 

“Pardon?” Azriel asked. 

“Your shadows. They talk to you.”

Azriel hid his surprise. He had purposely hid his shadows from their guest, hoping not to traumatize her any more than she already had been. 

“Yes, they speak to me.” 

“Did you think you were crazy when you heard them?” She asked without carefulness. 

Azriel cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable by this line of questioning. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.” 

She is rather peculiar, Rhysand said to him through his abilities.  

Madja was right about her being different, Azriel noted. 

Rhysand casually picked lint off his shoulder. “Y/N, do you know where the males were taking you?” 

Suddenly Y/N eyes widened as if she were just remembering something. “The others. Are they here?” 

“Others?” Rhysand asked. 

Her words rushed out. “The other girls. Some women. Some children. I told them to run…I told them to split up so they couldn’t be found so easily. Before…before…I-I killed them.” 

Rhysand looked at Azriel. “Send your shadows to Autumn. See if you can find any of the others from her party.” 

“You will help them?” Y/N asked in shock. 

Rhysand seemed surprised by her confusion. “Of course.” 

“Let us hope Beron’s guards haven’t already found them,” Azriel muttered.

“The Middle,” Y/N blurted out once again. “They kept talking about taking us to the Middle.” 

Makes sense. No one has jurisdiction there. No one to monitor such wrongful doings, Azriel said to Rhysand. 

Bold of them to expect human females and children to make the journey from the mortal lands, Rhysand hissed. 

“They taunted us by saying all the patrons who were interested in buying would meet there and take us where they wished,” Y/N added without emotion. 

Rhysand ground his teeth at the concept. Monsters still in their midst, despite the wars. 

“Will you bring them here if you find them?” She suddenly asked Azriel. 

“Is that what you want?” Rhysand asked. 

Y/N shook her head quickly. “No, they had homes. They would want to return to them.” 

“And you?” Rhysand asked. 

She merely shook her head. “I wish to be left alone now. Thank you.” Then she winced, seeming to realize how harsh she had just sounded. “I mean…please. No! I mean, if you would be so kind.”

Rhysand smirked at her attempts to correct her directness. “You are not a prisoner here, Y/N. You are free to go as you please. You’ll find that the house is somewhat…sentient.”

Before he could go on, a book fell right on top of his head. 

“Alright!” Rhysand glared up at the ceiling. “Fully sentient!” 

He shook his head in annoyance. “Should you need anything, it will get it for you or at least point you in the right direction.” 

With that, Rhysand and Azriel left her room. 

“Are we planning on telling her about Eris anytime soon?” Azriel asked quietly as they walked down the hallway swiftly. 

“Mating bonds are…difficult for humans to comprehend. They do not feel them as we do. The fact that Eris sensed it so strongly with her is rather unusual. She was just taken as a sex slave, and seemed rather uncomfortable with two males standing in her room. She deserves some peace right now.” 

“Perhaps we should send the females to check on her going forward,” Azriel noted. 

“Feyre just agreed to it.” 

Azriel stopped walking to fully face Rhysand. “You felt it, didn’t you? Her power.”

Rhysand nodded. “It’s nowhere near as strong as mine or Feyre’s. But I felt it, yes. It was strange coming from a human.” 

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When Eris winnowed back to Autumn Court, he made sure to do it on the outskirts of his father’s royal dwellings. 

But as soon as he stepped into the Forest House, one of his father’s sentries stepped into his path. 

“The High Lord wishes to speak with you immediately.”

Eris sneered at him, but still nodded. The goal was always to make them fear him as much as his father. 

Eris stepped into the great hall with his hands folded behind his back. 

Once he reached his father's ridiculous throne, he bowed his head slightly, “You wished to speak to me?” 

“An associate of mine sent word that some of his dispatchers have gone missing while traveling through our lands.”

Eris didn’t speak, waiting for his father to further explain the point of this conversation. Even though he knew exactly who this was about and where they were… because his men had most likely thrown their bodies to the sea. 

Beron grew irritated with his son’s lack of response. “Is it not your job to oversee our borders, you imbecile?”

“It is, my lord. Perhaps if you told me what the dispatchers were doing crossing through our borders. Were they envoys?” 

“Merchants,” Beron corrected. 

“And what were they trading?” 

“It is not important what they were trading. What is important is that they are missing and if my associate believes something has happened to them while traveling through my court, we will lose an amount of capital worth more than your life, boy!”

“Well then…it must not be very much,” Eris chided. 

“You dare jest at me!” Beron bellowed. 

“I was under the impression that all trade going in and out of Autumn Court was under my jurisdiction. Had I known about this deal, I would have guaranteed them safe passage through Autumn. But you and I both know that dangerous things lurk in our forests. There are a number of things that could have intercepted their travels.” 

“Your jurisdiction,” Beron spat. Then he slowly stepped down from his thrown and slowly walked closer to his son, until they were mere inches apart. “And who gave you such power?”

“You did, my lord.”

There was no fear in Eris’ eyes. He stopped being scared of his father when it came to his own wellbeing. The only thing he feared is the pain Beron could cause those Eris cared about: his mother, Lucien, and now…his mate. 

Beron could inflict whatever pain he wanted to. Eris would heal. He’d done so for over 500 years. 

And Beron did just that, snatching Eris’ face between one of his palms while it was covered in flames. 

“Why, yes, I did. Whatever power you think you have over this court, know that it was gifted to you by me. And it can be taken away just as easily. So, find the merchants.”

Beron shoved his son away, leaving Eris with burns on his face in the shape of his father’s hand.

They would heal by the morning. 

Eris knew he was dismissed now, despite his father saying no more. 

Now, he walked down the hallways at a normal pace.

But he paused when he hit the door to mother’s wing. 

He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her that he had found his mate. 

But he knew it would only put his mother in danger. She could be trusted with his secrets, but at what cost? 

So he walked past the door and to his own quarters. 

Immediately, he poured himself some wine, tossing back the glass and pouring himself another. 

He walked to his balcony and stared out at the forest and rivers below. 

He should find this place beautiful. It was, without bias, beautiful land and a beautiful court. But what happened in the confines of it was not; it was his prison. 

Eris wasn’t worried about the merchants his mate had killed. Beron had empty threats. Though he was all show for the people of his court, Eris knew that there were much larger and more important matters for his father. 

Beron was upset about losing a consistent stream of money from such evil trading. The High Lord knew that war was expensive. And he also knew he'd need even more of it if Autumn were to fight against it's fellow courts of Prythian.

Eris rubbed his chest, right where his heart rest.

Even now, he felt her. 

The Cauldron must hate him to give a human as his mate. It was utterly cruel. Not just to him, but to her most of all. 

Eris didn’t even know her name and he already felt like he’d ruined her life. 

No one deserved to be chained to this court.

A High Fae wouldn’t survive this place as the mate of Beron’s heir. But a human? She wouldn’t last a day. Beron would have her tortured the moment she stepped foot in the Forest House. And his excuse would only be that she had embarrassed his family and his court by simply being mortal. 

So...she would never step foot here. 

Eris wouldn’t let what happened to his mother happen to her. And Eris wouldn't let what happened to Lucien's lover happen to here, either.

His nightmares were still haunted by Jesminda: her screams, her blood, Lucien’s desperate cries for someone to save her as he was held down and made powerless. After that dreadful day, Eris promised to never submit a female to the same fate. 

And therefore, she would never know him.

And more importantly: she would never know the Autumn Court. 

Eris had secured her safety in the Night Court. Rhysand kept his word, and now they had sealed the promise with magic. Perhaps she would even become happy there. 

But despite this promise Eris made, he still dreamed of her. She looked the same as the day he found her, covered in blood and eyes wild. But then it would slowly change. It was no longer the males blood on her hands, but her own. And her eyes were no longer wild, they were desperate for mercy. 

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hii! I have a request for your event ❤️ I came across this headcanon about Muichiro ~ sometimes when he sees his reflection, he gets sad or upset because the image reminds him of his deceased twin... like his other half is missing from his life 🥺 but luckily Kagaya and Amane are there to brighten his mood with some tickles! Trust that his adoptive parents will always keep a watch over him 🙏

Thank you for considering my request! I hope you're having a good day or night!

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Oh this one HURT! But like- who doesn't love some angst in the afternoon! :D No seriously, this was fantastic for a headcanon, and I adore Kagaya and Amane being foster parents to him cause Muichiro deserves it! I've gotcha covered!

CW: Angst. Hurt/comfort, Character death mentioned.

He hated mirrors.

He hated how wherever he looked into them, he only saw Yuichiro. He saw his twin’s eyes, his nose, the almost permanent frown on his lips that shook with refrained tears. He hated that he couldn’t see his brother smiling back at him. Even when he tried to, it looked as broken as he felt.

Muichiro wanted to shatter the mirror. He turned away instead.

“Tokito? Come, join me.” Kagaya’s soothing voice stopped him in his tracks. “If you have the time, of course.”

“Always, Master.” He nodded, his feet carrying him where his heart hesitated. Soon he was sitting beside the older man, looking out at the courtyard. It was a lovely sight- a landscape of trees and greenery and birds chirping in the wind.

Yuichiro would like this.

Any comfort he had faded near instantly.

“Your mind is elsewhere. Do you wish to share?” At Kagaya’s gentle prompting, Muichiro found himself speaking. He told him about Yuichiro, about how his family lived in the mountains. He told him of the winters they’d all survived beneath several blankets, and how in summer he and his twin would go swimming in the stream to cool down. He told him of his parents demise- and how it stole away his brother’s youthful nature. He told him of their fight, and eventually, their end.

When he finished speaking, his eyes were wet, and he found both his hands were taken. One in Kagaya’s, and one in Amane’s. No words were needed, and he didn’t know if he could find them anyway. Instead, he squeezed them both back tightly. “I erm…thanks for listening to me.”

“But of course. You’re one of our children. We’ll always listen to you when you need to talk.” Kagaya smiled gently at him- the gesture making him want to cry all over again.

“Now now, no more tears.” Amane spoke softly from behind, her fingers tapping into his sides and making him giggle. “A heart needs sunshine after such rain. Wouldn’t you agree, my love?”

“Oh but of course. You’ve taught me that all too well.” He turned to the pair, smiling as Muichiro snickered and squirmed in her arms. “Hold him for me, love?”

“But of course.”

“Nohohoho! Nohooht twohohooho of yohohohou!” Muichiro cackled as his sides and stomach were prodded at, torn between curling up in a ball and rolling away. In the end, he just kinda took it, curling his hands into fists beneath his sleeves as he laughed.

At some point, he swore Kagaya and Amane looked like his parents. Another point, he saw Yuichiro. They were smiling at him, just like before.

He felt that comforting feeling from before seep back in, this time to stay.

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TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (Stranger Things Version)

i have no clue why it took me this long, sorry guys

Fortnight: Jopper. “I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me” “What about your quiet treason?” Joyce dating Bob. The references to spouses, “turned good neighbors”

Tortured Poets Department: Jancy. First part is from Jon’s pov. “you left your typewriter at my apartment” is such a Nancy line. “you’re in self-sabotage mode…but i’ve seen this episode and still love the show” Nancy self-sabotages a good bit, like with Steve or by fighting with Jonathan, etc. Second verse is Nancy. “You smoked than ate seven bars of chocolate” “I’ve read this one, where you come undone. I chose this cyclone with you” Both of them have seen each other at *lows,* spiraling and just doing bad, but they stick together and love each other

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys: Mileven. Mike and his Wheeler Self Destruct Button (ie closing himself off) “he saw forever so he smashed it up” forever not even as like, them being together forever but even the fear that she’s always going to be connected to the upside down. “once i fix me, he’s gonna miss me” reminds me of El and Max at the mall

Down Bad: El. “just to do experiments on” “everything comes out teenage petulance” she is soooo teen girl. this one is mostly vibes, honestly

So Long, London: Mileven, from El's POV. "I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist" "Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away" "Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill" "I didn't opt in to be your odd man out" El being excluded in season 3. "How much sad did you think I had in me? How much tragedy?" "You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?"

But Daddy I Love Him: Steddie. The imagery of people seeing the singer (Steve) as socially above the love interest due to him being "crazy" and "chaotic." The town being against him, like in season 4. "I'll tell you something about my good name. It's mine alone to disgrace"

Fresh Out The Slammer: Jancy. "Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to" "Splintered back in winter," (Fall but) "Silent dinners" and Nancy breaking down over Barb in season 2, which is part of what led to her and Steve splitting up. "He didn't understand me" but Jonathan did

Florida!!!: the Bylers leaving Hawkins. “Little did you know your homes really only a town you’re just a guest in” Will and Jon were never really accepted, outside of a few people. “You pack you’re life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas” Hawkins in this case, and Flordia would be California

Guilty As Sin?: beginning of Jancy, from Nancy’s pov. “this cage was once just fine” her relationship with Steve. the whole song is about wanting someone else while in a relationship.

Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?: El. “my bare hands paved their path” “crash the party like a record scratch” “i was tame, i was gentle til the circus life made me mean” the circus life being the rainbow room. “they say they didn’t do it to hurt me, but what if they did?” “you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me” “I am what I am cause you trained me”

I Can Fix Him: Steddie, from Steve’s pov. "They shake their heads saying 'God help *her*'" the entire town hates Eddie. "His hand, so calloused from his pistol, softly traces hearts on my face" Eddie's hands would be literally calloused, from the guitar, but also it's a good metaphor for him having to be tough due to his circumstances, yet still being soft and gentle with the person he loves.

loml: Jopper, from Joyce's pov before they had Hopper back. "Who's going to stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames?" "Thought I better safe than starry-eyed" "I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all" "Should've let it stay buried" "you're the loss of my life"

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart: Nancy and El. "I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit" El has the more breakup-oriented side of things, but Nancy's broken heart stems from losing Barb. The second verse hits for that. "I keep finding *his* things in drawers, crucial evidence I didn't imagine the whole thing" "all the pieces of me shattered while the crowds were chanting 'more!'" works for both.

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived: Max about Billy. Hear me out. "You tried to buy some pills from a friend of friends of mine" if Billy was still alive i just KNOW he would try to buy from Eddie. "I just want to know if rusting my sparking summer was your goal" Billy was awful to Max. "Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?" "In 50 years will all this be declassified, and you'll confess why you did it" "You deserve prison but you won't get time" "You are what you did. I'll forget you but I'll never forgive" I think it's safe to say Max has very complex emotions about Billy, still loving him for what he could have been, but still being really hurt and effected but his actions that cause a weird grief that I think this song conveys rather well

The Alchemy: Lumax, from Max's pov. This is gonna get kinda cheesy, stick with me. "The hospital was a drag, worst sleep I ever had" "Haven't come around in so long, but I'm coming back so strong" Max has been distant with Lucas but we finally see her starting to warm back up before Vecna gets her. The sports metaphors also fit. Wrong sport, obviously but ya know. "The sign on your heart says it's still reserved for me"

Clara Bow: Nancy and Karen. I think Karen was once a lot like Nancy. (i have not seen anything about the musical so I have no clue if that's canon but) and I think she sees a lot of herself in Nancy. The constant comparison to the women that came before you and you being the next great thing. Knowing someone will come after you, too. "Only when your girlish glow flickers just so do they let you know it's hell on earth to be heavenly"

The Black Dog: Byler, from Will's pov. "I move through the world with my heartbroken. My longings stay unspoken" "You said I needed a brave man then proceeded to play him until I believed it too" Mike was the one who spearheaded saving Will, even when he was scared. "Remember how my rain-soaked body was shaking"

imgonnagetyouback: Steddie. Why? I decided. The tension of "I hate you but I want you" and not being able to decide which one is stronger is so them

The Albatross: El. "She's the albatross, she is here to destroy you" "Locked me up in towers but I'd visit in your dreams" "I'm the albatross, I swept in at the rescue"

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus: The Byers about Mike. "Hands in the hair of somebody in darkness...and I just watched it happen" Will about Mike, watching him get with El. "If you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say 'I love you the way that you were'" Mike confessing to Will would rock his world, and vice versa, but they've both been changed so much. "You said some things that I can't unabsorb" the “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls” “too impaired by my youth to know what to do”

How Did It End?: joyce after hopper “died.” “lost the game of chance, what are the chances?” “guess who we ran into at the shops, walking in circles like she was lost” “my beloved ghost and me”

So High School: it could be stancy, but i like it being jopper. a lot of it can be applied to any of the couples during their good moments, but i think since joyce and hopper are *out* of high school and actually look back on their flirting in high school as nostalgic, it adds to it

I Hate It Here: karen. HEAR ME OUT. i think karen used to be *just* like nancy, with big dreams and ambition, used to be dedicated to her grades while still having a good social life, etc. and i think she misses that. “tell me something awful, like you’re a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy” about ted, who used to be romantic when they were teens. “i was a debutant in another life but now i seem too scared to go outside” “no mid-sized city hopes” “only the gentle survived; i dreamt about it in the dark the night i felt like i would die”

thanK you aIMee: either el about the rainbow room or eddie about jason if he didn’t die and made it big

I Look in People’s Windows: jonathan. there’s the obvious joke, but genuinely. we don’t necessarily see him look for someone in specific, but i imagine this is how he felt after his dad left

The Prophecy: steve. both in terms of him finding love and breaking out of the jerk-popular-guy role/getting the upside down closed forever. mainly in the bridge for the latter.

Cassandra: el and joyce. verse one is season one joyce. “that’s where i was when i got the call” with will going missing. “when the truth comes out it’s quiet” the imagery of not being believed and being treated bad by the town. second verse is el, about the rainbow room. “in my tower weaving nightmares, twisting my smiles into snarls” “what doesn’t kill you makes aware but what happens when it becomes who you are?” bridge is both. “bloods thick but nothing like a payroll. bet they never spared a prayer for my soul” about the people working the rainbow room and the government keeping everything quiet.

Peter: byler, from wills perspective. “in closets like cedar preserved from when we were just kids. was it something i did?” “promises, ocean deep but never to keep” “a natural scene stealer” “life was always easier on you than it was on me” the BRIDGE

The Bolter: robin. i can’t really explain why but it is

Robin: nancy about holly

The Manuscript: joyce. once again, can’t fully explain it. but it is.