#mutuals n followers I summon you.... since most of you do not read this...... which you should before it is locked behind a paywall........

[thatoneluckybee]

Tumblr users who DON'T read Cursed Princess Club/CPC...

These looks fun and I am bored I will reveal the answer when the poll ends!

[hellreads]

Hello, I just stumble on your blog. Seeing a comment from Wrienne which I also read on AO3, I wanted to ask if you also have AO3 recs..?

hi there darling, of course, I have some recs for you! since you didn’t ask for anything specific let me just share a few faves that you could only read/access on ao3 (I would also recommend you check my ficshelfs and use the ao3 filter to find stories exclusively posted there + i’ll still include wrienne’s works for other readers :3 ) | 🍒

OT7/MULTIPLE MEMBERS

❥ Right of Way by fringesofsanity ➴ Infidelity!AU | Jungkook x Reader x Jimin | Series ➴ In theory, things were simple: your best friend was Jungkook’s girlfriend while your boyfriend, Jimin, was Jungkook’s best friend. In reality, things weren’t always that simple. And mutually exclusive.

❥ The Hills by minlouvre ➴ Vacation/Exes!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok | Series ➴ A ski trip with old friends sounds like a fun time, right?

when your ex-boyfriend (who you hate but somehow always end up in bed with) and your stepbrother (who you are harboring not-so-secret feelings for) tag along at the last minute, you have a feeling it won’t be an uneventful weekend.

but fun? debatable. that remains to be seen. ❥ A Hundred Percent Human by Wrienne ➴ Hybrid!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series ➴ In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate.

After your estranged mother passes away, you're left with an unwanted will and the heavy burden of responsibility. Although you're desperate not to stray from the familiar path you thought was laid out in front of you with a fully human boyfriend who loves you more than anything, your life is thrown upside down once more after another unfortunate incident (that may or may not have to do with said boyfriend) occurs.

Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

❥ Dead Leaves by Wrienne ➴ Detective/Exes!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jimin | Series ➴ In which you (reader) are a homicide detective about to face the biggest hurdle both of your career and life.

Married to probably the kindest but most boring man you’ve ever met and living in a town where nothing ever seems to happen means life for you is dull. Dull enough to drive you crazy with boredom and dissatisfaction. However, life changes abruptly when your old boss retires and a new man takes his place - a man you used to love (and sleep very regularly with) more than a decade ago. Especially when your husband comes home smelling of perfume, you’re unable to resist your more carnal urges and dead women start showing up across the city with unnerving frequency. ❥ See Both Sides Like Chanel by minlouvre ➴ FWB/Rich Kids!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot ➴ You, Namjoon, and Hoseok are inseparable. 

Three best friends that grew up together since you were all in diapers.But lately, Namjoon has been drifting away…

So on his birthday, you and Hoseok remind him just how inseparable the three of you really are.

⤷ or alternatively: a little less twenty-one candles, a little more “touch me”

❥ Love Is A Dog From Hell by yourlocalhoney ➴ FWB/Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook | Series ➴ You and Yoongi agreed on being good friends, co-workers, and friends who help each other out under the sheets. What you never agreed on was to catch feelings for each other.

Enter, accidental feelings.

Enter, Jeon Jungkook.

❥ The Uncanny by Sinsirella ➴ Arranged Marriage!AU | Jungkook x Reader x Seokjin x Jimin | Series ➴ (Y/N) is a young girl whose Life turns upside down. One day her mother surprises her with news of her arranged husband, forcing her into her new chaotic lifestyle. Join her journey and experience her new life through her eyes. Will she get along with her husband? Or someone else? What are they hiding? ❥ Seven Deadly Sins by mintedmango ➴ Hell!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series ➴ You stood suddenly, chair being pushed away by the backs of your legs, the rest of the sins standing with you as you looked around in panic. All except Sloth who was out cold in the corner.

“Oh, little pet, indeed, I am still hungry.”

❥ Walk Through The Fire by shellflower ➴ Supernatural!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series ➴ In a world of supernatural beings, a normal human like yourself always found attraction and wonder towards these creatures. It was your kind heart that led you to become a doctor to treat such people. And it was your kind heart that led you into the arms of a young Alpha wolf who will accidentally force you down a path you were never meant to follow... ❥ Into Temptation by coconutty  ➴ Demon!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Two-Shot ➴ It was just a dare...

❥ Won’t Be Nice by coconutty ➴ Lovers/Poly!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot ➴ A night by the pool just got interesting...

KIM NAMJOON

❥ Covenant by fringesofsanity ➴ Arranged Marriage!AU | Namjoon x Reader | Series ➴ You are betrothed to Kim Namjoon, the heir of a real estate mogul. To say that it was a fairytale romance would be erroneous. You’re instead loped in the sad tale of the rich and melancholy.

❥ Read You Like A Book by coconutty ➴ University!AU | Namjoon x Reader | One-Shot ➴ Come get an attitude adjustment in the library, courtesy of Namjoon.

KIM SEOKJIN

❥ Éffleurer by @sugaurora / sugalights ➴ Office!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ There were always whispers in your office about what secrets Seokjin hid behind his clean image. Now, you knew at least one of them. ❥ The City Comes Alive by minlouvre ➴ Musician/S2L!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ Seokjin is a street performer who falls for a girl who is always passing him by. ❥ Seaside Sabbatical by dark_muse_iris ➴ Working Man!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ After an accountant in your firm is sent to prison, you are assigned to clean up the mess he left behind. Sorting out your clients’ disastrous business records proves beneficial when you meet the fisherman who teaches you the value of taking a break. ❥ Cake by yeyeniejjung ➴ Yandere/Killer!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ "I was always hungry for your love. Just once, I wanted to know what is was like to get my fill of it. I wanted to be fed so much love that I couldn't take it anymore, just once." ❥ The Lord Taketh Away by dark_muse_iris ➴ Medieval/Werewolf!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ Every autumn, the dwindling harvest summons fears for the impending winter and its promise of scarcity. For Seokjin and his wife, faith lies in God and their local lord’s generosity to provide what their ailing son needs to survive another year. With each season, however, the lord grows cold-hearted and greedy, squeezing the young family to the brink of despair.

MIN YOONGI

❥ Zelus by SugaAconcept ➴ Lovers/Sugar Daddy!AU | Yoongi x Reader | One-Shot ➴ Yoongi becomes jealous when your close friend Jungkook puts his hands all over you right infront of his face. So, Yoongi decides to make sure you know who you really belong to. ❥ Carpe Diem by fringesofsanity ➴ Idol/Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader | Series ➴ Working for the UN, you are tasked to handle the poverty reduction campaign of a certain boy band. A certain rapper from the group however decides to mix business with pleasure.

JUNG HOSEOK

❥ Feel You From The Inside by coconutty  ➴ Idol/Staff!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You've been watching him for months, little did you know, he's been watching you.

❥ As You Are by fringesofsanity ➴ Lovers!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You're not the girl for Jung Hoseok. Him - who was sunshine and daisies and fireworks. You - who were back-alley darkness and used needles and burnt cigarettes. But he doesn't care. And you fucking hate yourself for it.

❥ The Thin Blue Line by bluesxde ➴ Pregnancy/E2L!AU | Hoseok x Reader | Series ➴ One badly-judged fling with Jung Hoseok, the son of a company-rival, leaves you with a little surprise.

PARK JIMIN

❥ His Throne by hseoks ➴ Royalty!AU | Jimin x Reader | Series ➴ You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible Prince Park Jimin on his throne.

❥ Ineffable by fringesofsanity ➴ FWB!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You’ve only shared your body to Jimin, mostly silent after the act. The one time you decide to bare so much more, you find yourself baring your soul to him, far more than you bargained for.

❥ Blue Side by hoseokiehopie ➴ Ghost/Lovers!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You’re all too familiar with the legend that says the dead can walk freely on Halloween. It’s a secret you hold deeply within yourself. When a classmate starts to break down the walls you built so strongly after your boyfriend’s passing, you have to decide if you’re going to remain in the past with the dead, or live among the living.

KIM TAEHYUNG

❥ Effervescence by fringesofsanity ➴ Idol/Fling!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Just like the fizz of a cola on a hot summer’s day, your encounter with Taehyung is short but sparkly sweet.

OR Getting married in three months, you and your girls attend Ultra Miami to cap your single life, a final hurrah of some sort. What you didn’t expect is meeting a beguiling boy with a boxy smile who gives you a festival you’ll forever reminisce.

❥ Minutiae by coconutty ➴ Stalker!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Y/N meets a mysterious and alluring photographer and wants to interview him. Along the way things start getting a bit strange. What happens when you draw the attention of someone who always gets what they want?

❥ Flower Arrangements by iq_biased ➴ Pregnancy/Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot ➴ From the moment you met Taehyung, his flourish for life drew you in completely. It wasn’t long before you fell head over heals for the tattoo artist who was so wrong for you, it felt right. But your story hasn’t always been an easy one, and just recently it’s become a whole lot more complicated…

❥ Freaks Forever by yeyeniejjung ➴ Criminal/Psych!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ "So tell me, Mister Kim, what's your ideal evening?"

"Ah..full moon, sex and drugs all night."

You are the psychologist to the world's most dangerous criminal, Kim Taehyung. Kim Taehyung is the man solely responsible for some of the most horrific crimes that the world has ever seen, from burglary, drug possession, sexual assaults, to brutal homicides of a total of 37 victims, though there are suspicions that there are more, that range from children to the elderly; both male and female. The two of you form an odd bond between your weekly sessions, causing you to somehow completely miss his blatant manipulation that soon controlled you in every aspect; resulting in his escape from prison and his bloodthirsty ways and eyes to be immediately turned onto you..but will he spare you in the end of the torturous time he keeps you or will your fate be the same as any other past victim of his?

❥ Slow Burn by fringesofsanity ➴ Idol/F2L!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series  ➴ He was just supposed to be one of those clients. But then he gives you a night you’ll never forget. ❥ Noona by yuu14045 ➴ Neighbors/Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin lives in same apartment building. One day Taehyung received a mail for another Kim. She turned out to be Jimin's new neighbor.

❥ Snapped by Kpopyandere ➴ Yandere!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Your relationship with your boyfriend hasn't been going well lately. His twin, Kim Taehyung, decides to take advantage of this.

JEON JUNGKOOK

❥ If You’re Struggling Like I Am by @btssavedmylifeblr / bts_ruined_my_life ➴ Idol/Lovers!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series ➴ You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

❥ My Cheating Amnesic Fiancé by Wrienne ➴ Idol/Arranged Marriage!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series ➴ A series set in our world featuring Reader, the sole heiress of a multibillion-dollar company, and the Bangtan Boys' Golden Maknae - Jeon Jungkook. Mainly a romance, though doused with angst, drama and the twisted ways of fate. ❥ Return by Kpopyandere ➴ Yandere!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series ➴ As Seokjin's girlfriend, you're off-limits, but Jungkook doesn't see it that way

[saventhhaven]

Jealousy

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Tags: jealous!Dean, flirting, irritated!Dean, frustrated!reader, awkward!Sam

Word Count: 1,340

(Gif not mine)

Dean pushed the door open enough for you to get in behind him but didn't bother to hold it for you. You sighed agitatedly, making sure it was locked before following him down the staircase. His stiff body language told you that he didn't want to talk about it anymore, but the way he almost hesitated in his quick strides made you believe otherwise.

"Dean, I already apologized like four times!" you exclaimed. "Even though I did nothing wrong!" you added as an afterthought. Sam looked up from his laptop in the library as the two of you came in, eyebrows raised in question.

"What's going on?" he asked. Dean shook his head as he shoved his hands into his jean pockets.

"Nothing." You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. Of course. Leave it to Dean to take something that's bothering him, and shove it down so deep that it never sees the light of day again.

"I was getting information for a case, and your brother didn't like my methods, so now he's mad at me," you explained. Dean plastered on a half-smile, shaking his head for emphasis as he spoke.

"It's okay! I'm not mad!" The smile would have almost been convincing, to his credit, had it not been for the slight twitch developing under his right eye. You glanced over at Sam surreptitiously before leaning over ever so slightly.

"Is it just me, or does he seem mad to you?" you asked under your breath.

"Goddammit, I just said I'm not mad!" Dean snapped, causing you to jolt in surprise. Damn. It wasn't like you had been putting all of your efforts into keeping your voice down, but damn. Sam sighed, shutting his laptop and getting to his feet.

"Run me through what happened." God bless him. He was always trying to find some even ground. Dean cast a warning glance in your direction, again, wordlessly telling you that he didn't want to talk about it, but you ignored him, crossing your arms over your chest as you blew a strand of hair out of your face

"Dean got all upset," you started to explain, "because I was flirting with some guy to get information-"

"No, no, no, he wasn't just 'some guy,' okay?" Dean cut you off. "He was a total douchebag! I mean, what the hell was he wearing, anyway? Danny Zuko called, and he wants his outfit back." You shot Sam an incredulous look, who merely shrugged weakly back at you. He was actively trying to excuse himself from the room by taking small, hesitant steps away from the two of you. Apparently, even he sensed that Dean was being unreasonably... Dean about all of this.

"Did... did you just reference Grease?" Dean went red, a stark contrast to his bright green eyes, which were filled with a bit of embarrassment.

"No!" he exclaimed before sighing heavily. "Maybe! Look, all I'm sayin' is that no girl buys into that stupid playboy leather jacket look."

"Ha!" The laugh came from your mouth before you even realized it was you that had made the sound. That was rich, especially coming from Dean Winchester himself. You had vivid memories of him wearing a "stupid playboy leather jacket" when you first met him. "You mean like the one you wore for some three years back in '05?"

"Hey, I'm an exception! And I didn't act like a playboy!" Even Sam let out a snort at that one, and he was halfway across the room.

"Oh, really?" you fired back. "Because I seem to recall you profusely hitting on me when we first met." He spluttered a bit, and you used his temporary inability to summon comprehensible words to your advantage. "I really don't get why you're so upset! I was just looking for a lead like I always do. The person I was asking just happened to be a guy, and as a woman, I know what gets guys talking! There's nothing to be mad about here!" When Dean set his jaw in his telltale way, you braced yourself for whatever he was going to say next.

"I'm not mad, Y/N, I just brought it up as a general concern, and you're the one who started blowing it all out of proportion." And there it was.

"I’m the one blowing it out of proportion?" you nearly screeched. "When he offered to buy me a drink, you threatened to, and I'm quoting you here, 'turn his face inside-out.' What the hell does that even mean?" You glanced over your shoulder to get Sam's two cents on the situation, but he was gone. He must've finally slipped out when you weren't paying attention. With an exasperated huff of air, you turned your attention back to the older Winchester, whose lips had formed something between his signature delicious pout and a frown, the skin between his eyebrows slightly creased. "It was just for a case, Dean! That's all! It didn't mean anything!" He crossed his arms over his army green cotton t-shirt, taught over his freckle-sprinkled skin.

"Oh, I get it," Dean finally said with a wry look in his eyes. "You've got a thing for me." You felt your eyes go wide as saucers as you began to reel, taking a physical step back.

"What?" Where the hell did that come from?

"No, I get it," he repeated. "That's why you've spent the last half hour explaining yourself." You felt your lip curl back involuntarily.

"I don't owe you anything," you practically snarled. Dean nodded.

"I know that," he agreed innocently, all traces of his frustration suddenly gone. "I never said you did. So, if you don't mind my askin', why have you been so hell-bent on telling me that it didn't mean anything?" Now it was your turn to be trapped in stunned silence. "I'll tell you why," he continued, "you've got a thing for me."

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it. How could you not? After years of constantly being around him, it was practically impossible not to. Hell, you had even found yourself thinking of Sam a couple of times, but that was only when you had first met him, and it was never to the extent of how you used to think of Dean. Correction: how you still thought of Dean.

Chewing on your lip to the point that you were afraid it would start to bleed, you shook your head, acutely aware of the way your face had started to heat up.

"You're an ass," you informed him. As you went to leave him in the dust, his hand was on your wrist, whirling you back around and pulling you to him, making your heart stutter wildly in your chest.

Not even the most lucid of your daydreams could have compared to how it felt to have his perfect lips on yours. Dean kissed you with a softness that you had never seen from him before, a warmth that made your entire body tingle, and with a depth that no one had ever achieved before, and you immediately began to feel dizzy with it. One of his hands served to steady you, stationed on the small of your lower back, and the other rested against your face as his thumb brushed tenderly over the apple of your cheek. When his tongue brushed against your lower lip, you gasped softly, parting your lips to allow him access. Dean gave a soft growl that made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and he pulled you closer. If it was actually possible to get drunk on a kiss, you were certainly getting there.

When you were finally forced apart by the need to breathe, you kept your eyes closed, unwilling to let the moment come to an end.

"Don't worry, gorgeous," Dean murmured into your ear. 'The feeling's mutual." Much to your disappointment, he released you, giving your hand a small squeeze before he was out of your reach. Totally frozen in place, you watched him go. He paused in the archway of the library. "And by the way," he said over his shoulder. "I used to flirt with you so much because I've wanted to do that since the day that I met you."

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parings: overhaul x oc

a/n: I have been trusted to write someone’s OC in an ‘x Overhaul’ and I couldn’t feel more blessed that someone would trust me with that. If you have an OC that you would want me to write a small series for you can request it here

Sayori Ishioka is the grandaughter of Japan’s second most powerful crime syndicate, second to The Hassaikai. In a time when Pro Heroes are getting stronger and The League of Villains are on the prowl, the two gangs decide to merge together by marriage.

warnings: mentions of violence & arranged marriage

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

It had been approximately 8 years since Sayori had walked down the barren hallways of The Hassaikai headquarters. No, it was definitely 8 years - the last time she had set eyes on any member of the notorious gang she had been 12 years old.

Such a young age to be witness to the horrors that were conducted within these very walls.

Her grandfather had shielded her from it as best as he could, but like water running through closed fingertips, it was impossible to stop anything from seeping between the cracks.

It was her grandfather’s idea to bring Sayori along today, he told her to dress appropriately and to make sure she looked presentable - those were her only instructions. He was a vague man, never showing much of what he was thinking, he used to say that the best way to have the upper hand on your enemy was to always keep them guessing - and that was what he did.

Even today, he was as mysterious as ever. Sayori was one of the few people who could read him from the slightest twitch of an eyebrow, or the way he held his ceramic mug filled with his favourite green tea. But today was different, and that put her on edge. She trusted her grandfather, but a tingle running down her spine warned her to be on full alert.

She had her training to blame for that.

When meeting the Hassaikai, it was always best to stay as formal as possible regardless of your relationship to them. In this case, it was a colleague relationship, one with a mutual interest, but that could all change with one slip up or a wrongly worded phrase.

“Why are we here, Pops?” Sayori spoke softly to her grandfather who was walking next to her, not wanting anyone to hear her question. His strides wildly outstretched hers but still remained the illusion that he was gliding across the ground.

She had been summoned almost suddenly to accompany him, with no explanation. “We have some important business to discuss” was all that he said, his tone unrecognisable and his face unreadable.

‘We?’ Sayori clarified her grandfather’s words in her mind, she knew her grandfather like she knew her own shadow. Every word he spoke was thoroughly thought through and cherry picked, and Sayori was a smart girl, she knew that he had chosen those words for a reason.

She was also smart enough to know when to keep something in your head and not dare say it out loud, especially when there was an Hassaikai grunt stepping over the ghost of their footsteps.

Sayori kept her mouth closed, using her silence as an indicator to her grandfather that she understood what he was saying. She wasn’t here as company, and she had to be prepared to do what was asked of her.

Their stroll came to an end when they were greeted by a plain metal door, the grunt that was inspecting them quickly shifted his stance from behind them to standing next to the door. Just another reminder that everyone within this facility is highly trained and ready to kill.

He slithered his fingers under the door handle and pulled it open for the two of them, gesturing his hand in a way to tell them to enter. Sayori nervously adjusted her face mask, a habit she had picked up from her younger years in the underground headquarters - she was extremely careful to ensure that her mouth and nose were fully covered.

Sayori and her grandfather bowed politely before stepping into the meeting room, Sayori allowed her Pops to take the lead and followed in behind him, she didn’t want to seem impolite. Especially not in front of the Hassaikai.

“Hiroto” a voice echoed from the large white room, the sound trailed up to the head of a long oak table with multiple chairs neatly placed around it. It was strange for Sayori to hear her grandfather’s name spoken aloud, it hadn’t been vocalised in years.

“Boss” he lowered his head respectfully to the seated elderly man, “It has been too long” Hiroto added softly. “You can leave us” The Boss commanded the grunt that had accompanied them to the meeting with a wave of his hand, the grunt swiftly left the room without a second thought.

Sayori had heard stories about The Boss, a man so dangerous that every villain in Japan quivered at just his mention. His shell was misleading, a frail old man with kind but weathered features, capable of killing without hesitation.

“Please, have a seat” The Boss used the same hand that had commanded his grunt to offer his guests a chair, Sayori could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest, she had never met The Boss before and it put her on edge.

The Boss and Hiroto spoke pleasantries for a while, sharing stories of how their syndicates were doing when there was a firm knock at the door. The Boss glanced towards the sound and then pushed a small box towards Hiroto, Sayori watched her grandfather open the box, his aged fingers clicking the lock and lifting the lid.

She relaxed her limbs when he pulled out a medical mask and hooked it over his ears and a pair of gloves, when she turned her attention back to The Boss she saw he was wearing one now too. Their eyes locked for a second, there was a hint of acknowledgement in his orbs, almost like a ‘thank you’ for her coming prepared.

“Enter” The Boss said loud enough for the person behind the door to hear, to which it glided open.

“I’m sure you’ve met Chisaki, my protegee” The Boss introduced the auburn haired man that stood with his arms folded, “You asked to see me?” he droned as though this meeting was an inconvenience on his day and a waste of his time.

His voice was largely muffled by the burgundy leather bird beak covering his mouth, but the members of the room could still understand him. Sayori was shocked at how freely this man spoke in front of The Boss, although a part of her felt a sense of familiarity when gazing upon him, as though they had met before.

“Take a seat, Kai” The Boss said, ignoring the young man’s tone and turning back towards Sayori and Hiroto - his attention more so on the young female than his business partner.

“There is a reason we have asked the two of you to join us for this meeting” The Boss spoke gently, Hiroto caught Sayori’s eye; again the word ‘we’ was being used. She couldn’t help but notice the small glint of guilt in the elder’s orbs.

“The rise of Pro Heroes is causing an issue for us, a ‘Symbol of Peace’ sized issue in fact-” The Boss clicked his fingers above his head “-the Yakuza is losing its power, we used to be feared by many, but these new ‘Heroes’ are putting doubt in people’s minds” The Boss explained.

One of the grunts from earlier slipped through the double doors while holding a metal tray, he placed it down in front of The Boss to reveal two neatly placed documents with a pen either side.

Sayori’s ears burned red, she tried her best not to fumble with the pearl white gloves covering her slender fingers, but she had rarely attended meetings that were this important - let alone be the centre of one.

The Boss adjusted the rim of his own gloves, ensuring they were on securely, before picking up the document on his left and extending his arm out to Chisaki, “We have decided to join the syndicates together, in times like these the underground network needs solidarity, we need to regain the power we once had”.

Chisaki slowly took the wad of paper from his senior’s outstretched hand and dropped it on the table in front of him, shuffling the pages that had fallen out of place until they were back in line again. After that, he delicately took the top page in between his index finger and his thumb, and held it up to read it.

Hiroto mirrored Chisaki’s actions, he was not as careful and collected as the young man, but he didn’t stop to read the documents himself. Instead his movement was fluid and travelled until the pages landed in front of Sayori.

For a moment she was confused, he glanced up towards her grandfather, then to The Boss, and then back to her grandfather - Hiroto trailed his eyes to the document and then back up to Sayori, giving her a reassuring smile. In that small moment she knew that he meant for her to read the papers, a part of her brain was still calculating why she was being handed the notes and not her elder, but she knew better than to question The Boss.

Chisaki had read the first page and precisely rested it on the table next to the bigger pile. Hesitantly, Sayori followed suit, she picked up the first page and began to scan the printed words as The Boss continued to speak. 

“I never thought it would come to this, after all these years of being on top, these ‘Heroes’ have finally caught up.” his voice was like background music, Sayori was listening but wasn’t really registering the words. The sound faded in and out of her ear drums as though she was walking out of a room playing music and hearing it through the wall next door.

So far the document was referencing the years of brotherhood the syndicates held together, what their values were and outlined how they had been loyal through the toughest of times. This was all stuff Sayori already knew, she had lived through the majority of this - she had been a child for the most of it, but what she hadn’t witnessed, her grandfather had told her.

“It may seem unconventional in this day and age, but it worked back then and it will work now” The Boss’ tone swooped back into her mind, she moved the page to the side as she finished the last sentence and she swiftly picked up the next. She didn’t want to seem like she was slacking.

“We needed a surefire way of uniting the two groups, a way in which they could trust each other and know that any disloyalty would only cause harm to themselves-” the older man took a breath as he readied himself for the next part of his seemingly practised speech.

Before he could utter his next words, Chisaki stood up sharply with his palms flat against the table, his eyes staring down at the words on the paper as though they were directly insulting him.

“An arranged marriage?!” he muttered in disbelief, his eyes never moved from the paper in front of him. Sayori’s eyes had been on him the moment he had started to move, she had her training to thank for that, but as soon as his words sunk into her brain, she looked towards her grandfather for guidance.

Hiroto lowered his head, ashamed. It was unlike him not to consult his granddaughter before any major decision was made, but the fear of her reaction stopped him from even trying.

Sayori immediately turned her attention towards the documents, quickly glancing up towards Chisaki’s stack to try and get an idea of what page he was reading. Then she found it. A piece of paper stating that she and Chisaki were to be married within the next week as a way to join the two syndicates legally and increase the network’s power.

She could hear The Boss asking Chisaki to take his seat and to continue to read the document before he let his emotions cloud his judgement. Sayori’s head was spinning, this had come as such a shock, the document not only told her about how and when her wedding day would happen but also that her and Chisaki would become the new ‘Boss’. Together they would lead the syndicate out of these dark days in the shadow of The Boss’ retirement.

Once again, Sayori turned to her grandfather. His eyes were wary and unsure, and for the first time since he had taken her in, he could not predict her next actions.

“Did you agree to this Papa?” Sayori finally said, The Boss was busy vocalising to Chisaki what was already written in black and white so they paid no attention to them.

“I did, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you” Hiroto apologised to his only family, lifting one of his frail hands to enclose it around his granddaughter’s. “I’ll do it” she whispered to him, instantly his facial features relaxed and a smile spread across his face.

“I’ll do it!” she spoke confidently, this time to the room. She was announcing it as though she was trying to show a lion that she wasn’t afraid of it, and in some ways she was. Chisaki was known for his drastic actions by members inside and out of the syndicate, many years had passed since they had last spoken and she knew she needed to prove she was not a toy from the start.

The Boss gazed upon Sayori with a gleeful smile, “You will do well to keep him grounded” he wagged his finger at a still-standing Chisaki. “Well I wont!” he fired back, his words a verbal counter attack to her own. 

Although they could not see his mouth, the furrowing of his eyebrows was more than enough of an expression to show he was anything but happy. 

“Would you leave us alone for a moment to discuss?” Sayori spoke to the two elderly men in the room, then her eyes widened for a second “Please, if you would allow it” she bowed her head to The Boss - she had almost forgotten her manners.

“Of course” The Boss spoke gently and raised himself from his seat, Hiroto following shortly behind  “I pray you talk some sense into him” was the last thing he said before he exited the room entirely.

Sayori waited until the door had fully swung close before she turned her attention to the auburn haired man towering over her.

[girloikawa]

carry on youtuber au

baz starts out as a cover artist, occasionally posting his own songs (he does violin stuff too)

but eventually he gets recognition and people are like “who is this person?????” so baz does a few q&as

oh BUT THEN he reveals that he also has so many other interests (books, movies, planting, coffee, Controversal Topics) that people want him to do other types of videos

and that is what starts baz on the long road of his channel basically being an everything bagel where he does a bit of everything and people find it very chill

agatha and baz become friends over their mutual love of gossip in the community (as long as they’re not apart of it)

(because baz and agatha and simon and penny aren’t problematic)

which brings me to agatha, she’s one of those channels that keep everyone updated on the drama and the shitty stuff that happens on YouTube as long as regular media

very opinionated, this gal is, so she shares her opinion on...everything

though, sometimes she’ll do a q&a and do her makeup and talk about fashion or what she’s into at the moment

she’s basically angelika oles

penny’s a booktuber!!!

she mostly reads and reviews fantasy books, as they are her favorite, but she’ll also do those videos where it’s like “i just read a shitty wattpad romance story, let me rant” or “my top ten favorite ya pairings” or “tier ranking every harry potter character because life has no meaning”

now, simon, the babe, he’s (and you cannot fight me on this) basically jenna marbles

his videos are so random and spurratic, he doesn’t even plan what his next video is, and he’s the youtuber

i would also like to point out that simon probably totally has adhd and would talk about it and his experience with it

his most popular videos are of him baking. he’s like (and hear me out) very good and very bad at it. like, all throughout the videos, everybody’s holding their breath’s like “oh no this is going to turn out terribly” because simon being in the kitchen is like a horse babysitting a dog, it’s a mess, however the end product is always perfect and amazing and by the end everybody’s drooling behind their screens

simon is also widely conceived as the weirdest straight guy ever. like people (from just looking at him) think he’s just So Striaght but a very Cool Straight Guy who people wouldn’t actually mind being around

simon has the most subscribers (the majority being that they find him funny and see him as a friend, the minority being people who think he’s Hot As Hell and okay yeah he’s a good person too but have you seen those freckles-)

then it’s baz because he actually started first and his following has been a journey, then agatha (she’s the newest, and her subscriber rate is growing rapidly), then penny (booktube is a small community sad face)

penny n simon are irl best friends and penny was the one who convinced simon to make a channel bc he needed something to help let out his energy, “plus it’s a little fun hobby”

snowbaz now :)

simon has followed baz from pretty much the beginning. he saw his cringy covers, his development as a songwriter, and the walls built around baz crumble over the camera

baz...well, he’s one of those people who think simon is Hot As Hell, but he also genuinely enjoys the videos. at first, baz was like “I’m not watching him, everybody watches him, and I’m different” so he always avoided the recommendations youtube gave him of simon’s videos (but it was also bc he didn’t want to confront that he was very attracted to simon)

and then, one fateful night, agatha sent baz a link to a video called “coming out” and under the link she wrote “youtube angel!”—that’s their nickname for simon—“shocking the world!”

baz click click clicked because hot guy is lgbt+????? and baz watched the video, commenting “proud of you” or something along those lines, and then he watched so, so many more of simon’s videos

simon, a boy who just came out as bisexual, just had his youtube hero comment on his video where he came out and is like !!!!!!

simon’s sexual awakening is baz

also, simon breaks the internet with that video, because he isn’t striaght and that’s so mind-boggling to everybody. but there’s always that one group of people who are like “i saw this coming. do you not remember that one time simon showed his socks and his jeans were cuffed-”

simon replies to baz’s comment and is like “oh my god thank you so much. you’re like my actual favorite youtuber” like a fucking Nut and people see that and say “omg collab” because they’re both relatively high status youtubers and their collab would be Powerful

then, summoning all his courage, simon dms baz on instagram with just a simple “hey, a lot of people are saying we should collab lmao”

“i’ve seen that” “heh uhm yeah” “maybe we could get to know each other and see if that would be a good idea” “yes! i’d love that”

and they do. they get really close and stuff,, but people don’t exactly...see that

you see, on twitter, they get in millions of arguments. people genuinely think that they hate each other to some extent, when in reality, they’re swooning at the sight of the three dot bubble

baz, on twitter: “you cannot tell me that people actually enjoy sparkling water. it’s trash, move on” (they had an argument over it, privately, and baz is making it public to cause a rise out of simon bc he finds angry simon cute)

simon, in response: “yo I’m throwing you in the trash as we speak. fuhhhck u”

so, when they collab for the first time, everybody at home is just like *shocked pikachu emoji* they end up doing a video where simon bakes baz’s mom’s recipe of cherry scones with baz. it’s kind of a big deal bc both simon and baz don’t want to ruin baz’s memory of his mother

in the end, baz tears up and gives si a big ass hug because they’re perfect, simon. i love them, thank you. the fans start shipping. hard. it’s simon’s highest viewed video

that surprise hug is also what makes simon realize that his feelings are much deeper than attraction and surface level forms of knowing someone

on baz’s channel, they were going to film a video where they talked about their experiences being queer, but then simon realized that his biggest, most prominent example was staring at baz’s jawline, so he had to be like “uhhh, actually, I’m not really comfortable with that yet” which is part true. instead, they do a video where they have argumentative discussions, like on twitter but in depth and with less insults

anyways, they receive pretty positive feedback on the videos, people enjoy them, so they decide to do more. also, they both live in LA, so it’s actually pretty easy to do them, plus they have a diverse area to do them in

also, i think it’d be nice to mention that simon will sometimes do twitch streams of him playing minecraft and then he puts edited versions on his channel. it’s worth mentioning because during this one stream, he ends up slipping up and saying “we talk a lot, actually. and i—i like him a lot” about baz, then he blushes like hell because i really just said that and it’s live oh god

all the while, baz and simon actually just start hanging out (without hiding behind wanting to do a video). one meet-up, they go to disney world and halfway through baz is like “uh, should we be filming this?” and simon gives him a smile and replies, “no” because that moment is for them and them only + the fans who see them together and ask for a picture/just take pictures of them being like a couple

their next collab is a bit of a fun one. behind the scenes, pen, ag, si, and baz all become friends, because of that one time baz came over while penny was there and he barely payed attention to simon, too busy talking to penny. anyways, they do a big four person collab where agatha basically teaches them how to do makeup

on penny’s channel, it’s book related. they have to do a look based on the synopsis’ of each other’s favorite books. baz gets simon, simon gets agatha, agatha gets penny, penny gets baz. baz: “snow, you’re holding it wrong. it’s like this” simon: *stares longingly at the brush that gets to touch baz’s face*

on agatha’s, the video is just titled Teaching My Friends To Do Makeup (ft. idiots who test my patience). they all suck. majorly. well, by all, i mean simon and penny suck at makeup

on baz’s, they do a trivia of sorts. if they get a question wrong, they have to skip a product. simon: “oh thank god less work” agatha, deadpanning: “i think i might kill him”

on simon’s, they have agatha and penny go against simon and agatha. si and pen being the ones who have to actually do makeup because, according to agatha, “since you decided to bitch so much, you guys are doing our makeup” “but-!” “nope, I’m Peak Brains of us all so I call the shots” “you’re not even-��� “shut up” Everybody (and by everybody i mean the fans) is actually glad that they got to see simon doing baz’s makeup, because it’s literally them just being so flustered the whole time

the collab stuns everybody bc: “they’re all friends??????” plus, some people start calling them the Four Fucks because at one point penny says “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and most importantly, fuck me” after simon flinged a bunch of eyeshadow on her

okay so agatha and penny are just like: “these idiots need to get together already” because it’s very obvious that they like each other. like the eiffel tower in paris, you can’t miss it. everyone watching the videos also sees it, so you can imagine the comments

during one of si’s live-streams (he’s playing the hunger games minigame on minecraft), the chat goes wild because baz pops in. he plans on surprising simon with a picnic (he just thought that they could go into simon’s backyard or the park that’s a few miles away), but it was pretty spur of the moment so he didn’t think about simon doing a stream. and to be honest, simon’s stream was also spur of the moment, so it’s not like he made sure to tell baz about it

“simon! hey, i let myself in!” baz called from the front doorway. the chat is freaking because: “is that baz???” “omg baz has a key to simon’s house!!” “are they dating???” simon kind of just freezes up and starts sputtering as he reads the chat and tries to reply to baz

of course, baz doesn’t understand that simon doesn’t want baz to go into his office/room with his computer, so he does go in and as soon as he sees the livestream he’s like: “oh, uh, I’ll go” and simon unfreezes and goes “no, no, stay, I’ll just be a bit” “do you want me to...leave the room?” “you can watch if you want” (baz wants) “okay, sure” so simon pretty much shows baz how to play minecraft

i never finished this, do i?

[ilusionis]

THE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all have witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

Mun Name: vinn (or ila, for close friends)     Age: 22       Contact: IM, discord

Character(s) I rp: aizen sosuke on here, askin nakk ke vaar (@ levaer) and lille barro (@ firstritter, sideblog) Which muse(s) inspires you the most atm?(for MM): all of them actually. Current Fandom(s): bleach. Fandom(s) you have an AU for:  none. i’ve been debating about making a modern au but i wouldn’t be sure what to explore in it. within the context of bleach, though, i’m very interested in developing a bunch of AUs. My language(s): i’m only confident in writing in italian or english.  Themes I’m interested in for rp:   Fantasy / Science fiction / Horror / Western / Romance / Thriller / Mystery / Dystopia / Adventure / Modern / Erotic / Crime / Mythology / Classic / History / Renaissance / Medieval / Ancient / War / Family / Politics / Religion / School / Adulthood / Childhood / Apocalyptic / Gods / Sport / Music / Science / Fights / Angst / Smut / Drama / etc. Themes/Genres you have an AU for: none.

Preferred Thread length: one-liner / 1 para / 2 para / 3+ / novella. Asks can be send by: Mutuals / Non-Mutuals / Personals / Anons. Can Asks be continued?:   YES / NO   only by Mutuals?:  YES / NO. Preferred thread type: crack / casual nothing too deep / serious / deep as heck. Is realism / research important for you in certain themes?:   YES / NO. Are you atm open for new plots?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS. Do you handle your draft / ask - count well?:  YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. How long do you usually take to reply?:  24h / 1 week / 2 weeks / 3+ / months / years. I’m okay with interacting: original characters / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates / my fandom / crossovers / multi-muses / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / canon-divergent portrayals / au-versions (as main or only verse). Do you post more ic or occ?:  IC / OOC. Are you selective with following others?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS.  

Best ways to approach you for rp/plotting:  if you want to plot, it would be best to send me an IM and ask me, then we can definitely move to discord if you’d rather. it’s possible to approach me for rp without plotting first, best way would be to send me a meme when i reblog them or simply an ic ask, which i will answer, while memes might get lost. ic asks are good ice-breakers, we can continue plotting from there.

What expectations do you hold towards your plotting partner:  i need my partners to be as interested in our plot as i am. it would be great if you already have an idea, but it’s still good if you don’t, i get that coming up with ideas can be hard sometimes; mostly, i require honesty. you can definitely tell me that you got no ideas and i will do my best to help, ask questions, try to spark something. i do require the feeling of having that commitment reciprocated.

When you notice the plotting is rather one-sided, what do you do?:  i tend to straight up drop the conversation lmao. no hard feelings, but if i get the feeling you’re not interested, i will take my distance - i won’t waste my energy on a plot if my partner doesn’t share my enthusiasm. still, you can always approach me again, if you’re feeling up to it / have new ideas / whatever. nice thing of online convos is that they don’t have an expiration date lol.

How do you usually plot with others, do you give input or leave most work towards your partner?:  i always ask if they got any ideas to begin with. if my partner already knows, more or less, what kind of dynamic they wanna build with my character(s), that makes it infinitely easier to build something meaningful. it’s still fine if they don’t, i will usually ask a lot of questions regarding their muse’s opinions / feelings / etc., and try to navigate from there. a question i usually ask is: is there any aspect of your muse you’d like to explore? i think that’s a pivotal point in any interaction. 

When a partner drops the thread, do you wish to know?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: if they feel like telling me, why not. but usually, i don’t warn when i drop a thread, so it’s not expected of my partners ever. - What should your partner do when dropping a thread?:  nothing in particular tbh. they can tell me or approach me to start a new thread if they wish to, but it’s not required.

What could possibly lead you to drop a thread?:  i might lose interest in a thread, especially if i feel like it’s going nowhere or if the inspiration for it simply doesn’t come. it’s never happened so far that i had to drop a thread because it was making me uncomfortable, but that could still be a reason for me to. in general, though, i would approach my partner in that case. - Will you tell your partner?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS.

Is communication in the rpc important to you?   YES / NO. - And why?:  absolutely. i’d rather avoid awkward situations or misunderstandings of any kind; if something’s up, tell me. i also like to communicate with my writing partners (be it in the tags of our threads or in IMs), makes me feel like the enthusiasm is not one-sided and i find it generally pleasant.  - Are you okay with absolute honesty, even if it may means hearing something negative about you and/or portrayal?:  sure. we gotta stay polite, but honest. - Do you think you can handle such situation in a mature way?  YES / NO.

Why do you rp again, is there a goal?:  to have fun, to cultivate my writing skills and my english, and to explore my favorite characters. 

Wishlist, be it plots or scenarios:  i want to develop aizen’s wandenreich verse, because i’m deep in quincy hell and i think his dynamics with quincy muses could be super interesting. anything involving the intricacies of bleach politics is super interesting to me, be it with aizen or with my two quincy muses - who, btw, are also good to explore dynamics between quincies / their culture / relationships etc.

Themes I won’t ever rp / explore:  i won’t write anything pertaining to sexual assault. 

What Type of Starters do you prefer / dislike, can’t work with?: it’s gotten difficult to work with starters such as “you summoned me / do you need anything / did you call for me” etc. i used to receive that kind of starters all the time with aizen, and i can’t come up with something new every damn time. i also have a hard time working with starters / replies that already feel like a closed conversation and don’t give me anything to reply to.

What type of characters catch your interest the most?:  i’m not sure i have a type. aizen is pretty much an exception, the only example of an already well-built character i write, since i tend to gravitate around minor ones that don’t have much material and that i can work on and expand without being affected by the fandom’s opinion or whatever. somehow i always tend to rp tall guys-

What type of characters catch your interest the least?:  children and teenagers don’t interest me for the most part. characters who don’t have a shred of an opinion or can’t offer any interesting conflicts. overly friendly, mushy, affectionate and flowery characters are really not my cup of tea either. 

What are your strong aspects as rp partner?:  oh god i have no idea. i’m very laid-back, i guess. i’ll never pressure my partners for replies, i don’t think i’m owed a reply in the first place because we all have lives offline,  so i’ll never take it to heart if a partner drops a thread. if i really feel like our roleplaying styles don’t mesh, it will be at my own discretion to do something about it. another strong aspect i have ....... i think i have a decent grasp on all my muses? especially aizen. of course ur free to disagree lol. also, lately i’ve been p active, so that’s it. 

What are your weak aspects as rp partner?: i’m really slow. i might speed up for my closest friends, with whom i plot / rp regularly, but usually i take quite some time to reply to random unplotted threads. i probably have a thousand other flaws as a rper, but this is the biggest one that comes to my mind rn. 

Do you rp smut?:  YES / NO. Do you prefer to go into detail?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS. Are you okay with black curtain?:  YES / NO. - When do you rp smut? More out of fun or character development?:  i don’t write detailed sex scenes. sorry lmao they’re just not interesting to me. however, i’m super-ok with writing anything around it, like intimate scenes etc. in fact i find it somewhat soothing.  - Anything you would not want to rp there?:  the nitty-gritty part is already a no, but i guess also sexual violence and shit like that. it’s a no.

Are ships important to you?:   YES / NO. Would you say your blog is ship-focused?:   YES / NO. Do you use read more?:  YES / NO / SOMETIMES. Are you: Multi-Ship / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship  —  Multiverse / Singleverse. - What do you love to explore the most in your ships?:  all my ships are with snow 8′) and ur never bored with her. in general, i love being able to explore the muses’ relationships, their conflicts and their peaceful moments, especially in relation to canon events! - What is your smut tag?: nsfw / ........ my n*sfw posts are rare anyway.

Are you okay with pre-established relationships?: YES / NO. - And what kind of ones?: to an extent, i prefer pre-est relationships to first meetings - which they can get a bit dull after some time. i’m ok with mostly anything, and only more selective when it comes to relationships that might severely alter my muse’s canon / past / overall character. 

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- What could possibly make your Muse interesting towards others, why should they rp with this particular character of yours now, what possible plots do they offer?:  not to stroke my own feathers but aizen offers a perfect chance at character development to any and all bleach characters. he’s the main villain, he holds some wild opinions, and whether you agree or disagree with him, he leaves no one indifferent. aizen is the main cornerstone of bleach, and if you want your muse to questions themselves and the system / world around them, interacting with him is the best way to start. also, aizen interacted with a fuckton of people, knows practically everything there is to know, is responsible for significant amount of canon events, so you see ... whatever character you write, aizen has the full potential to be extremely relevant in the course of their development.

- With what type of Muses do you usually struggle to rp with?:   children, ordinary low-ranked shinigami (i find it hard when it’s out of the blue, even in aizen’s captain and lieutenant verses ... because interactions would likely be only work-related, and won’t go far), characters whose personalities really have nothing to do with aizen. unfortunately, he’s not my easiest muse, and i don’t want to force interactions with him.  - With what type of Muses do they usually work well with?:  characters who have opinions, some political involvement, in general characters with whom aizen had a dynamic in canon. 

- What interests your Muse(s) in general:  reading, calligraphy, philosophy (especially in-world philosophy), science (again, mostly related to the specificity of the bleach universe), the very careful crafting of his plan- - What do they desire, is their goal?:  kill the soul king and take its place, destroy the institutions of soul society, subdue them. and then rule, as the soul king never did before. - What catches their interest first when meeting someone new?:  the idiosyncracies in their behavior, the particularities, their possible weaknesses.  - What do they value in a person?:    very little, usually. he may appreciate a resolute personality, strength, and intelligence. - What themes do they like talking about?:  speaking mostly of mundane talks, he likes conversing about his interests. it takes a lot for him to share any personal information, though. - Which themes bore them?:  anything about the greater good, friendship, love, very human topics.

- Did they ever went through something traumatic?:  seeing the soul king, in all things like a ghost stalking his dreams, and well ... spending his early life in rukongai as a whole. being forced to consume other souls in order to survive. the first times his reiatsu killed anyone who tried to get near him.  - What could possibly trigger them?:  it’s rare that he will outwardly show signs of distress, i’d say almost impossible. the few times the soul king still appears in his mind, greatly upsets him though. - What could set them off, enrage them?:  the soul king gets him particularly heated. urahara, as we witnessed. after his defeat, ichigo, to an extent. - What could lead to an instant kill?:  kubo was a coward who didn’t dare let him kill any relevant character, but actually aizen kills very liberally.

- Is there someone /-thing they hate?:  the soul king, urahara. he has a strong disdain for yamamoto, and that joke of C46. - Is there someone /-thing they love?:    himself. tousen

Is your Muse easy to approach?: YES / NO. - Best ways to approach them?:  he’s only really easy to approach for bleach characters, who, depending on who they are, have different eligible verses to further facilitate the interaction. humans / powerless bleach characters can’t really interact with him tho. - Where are they usually to find?:  soul society or hueco mundo. i have a verse set in the wandenreich.

Something you may still want to point out about your muse?:  aizen is not a particularly easy muse, but it’s part of his overall mosaic to be somewhat unapproachable and distant. i’m not out to make him someone he is not, so forgive me in advance if plotting with me turns out to be difficult in a way or another. he’s very dear to me, and i try my best to do him justice! while my main headcanons may not affect our interactions specifically, i still ask my partners to look them up (they’re linked in my about page) because they’re essential to my portrayal and it makes me happy to have them acknowledged. i think that’s all lmao. come visit me over at my quincy boys too.

CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥

Tagged by:  @skyvar​ I DID IT AT LAST. Tagging:  i don’t know who has been tagged so, you know what to do.

[silverynight]

The Halloween store

Chapter 1

"There's nothing for you here, go back to where you came from," the girl with white hair tells him as soon as he comes inside the store, the bell sounds almost cheerful compared to her bored tone. She seems way more interested in whatever book she's reading at the moment.

She cannot be the owner, Leonel thinks... otherwise she wouldn't be so uninterested in a potential customer.

"No... Uhh... Actually I came for the job... I tried to call first but nobody answered, sorry. I can come back later to see if the manager is–"

"This is my store," she assures, leaving the book aside to stare at him. She looks surprised and a little bit confused. "Where did you find the ad?"

Leonel has started to feel a little bit lost...

"Well... On your website? I was looking for a job, a temporary one and your ad appeared on the list and I thought–"

"Yes, I know... But how did you see it?" She looks irritated at this point and Leonel has started to regret coming there on the first place. He just needs a little bit of cash now that he's about to finish college, at least until he finds a permanent job. "You know what, nevermind... Let me see you."

The moment she says that she's already at the other side of the counter staring at him from head to toe and up until that point he had no idea she was so tall. Well... Not that tall perhaps, the problem is that Leonel is short.

"You look normal," she comments, intrigued.

"Uhh... Thanks?"

She keeps staring without saying anything and Leonel takes a step back instinctively.

"You know what... I can come back any other–"

"You're hired."

"What?" That should be a sign... That should be enough to make him walk away; even the air inside the store feels different now. Leonel should go. "Aren't you going to ask for any kind of documents? Or at least an identification?"

"I know you are good," she says, completely sure. "You're honest. I can tell. And I believe you saw that ad for a reason."

"Alright..."

"Besides, it's a temporary job. You said that yourself. It's just this month."

October. Yeah, it's still a little bit weird, well... Maybe she just sells the other stuff online the rest of the year.

"Yes, but I think–"

"What's your name?"

"Leonel," he says, defeated. Well... What's the worst thing that could happen? Besides, he needs the money.

"It's a pleasure. I'm Ashery," she smirks before adding. "Welcome to the Halloween store!"

***

"Alright, those are the dangerous potions, make sure none of them touches your skin directly, I have no time to fix that kind of mistake at the moment," Ashery mumbles, looking from him to the shelf he has to rearrange.

There are many things in the Halloween store; from potions to weird looking books about magic and summoning, Leonel is almost fascinated. Well... He's mostly impressed by the quantity and the variety of the things in there, but he doesn't believe in that stuff, he knows there are people that do think those things are real though and that's perfectly fine with him.

There are old objects that are cursed, at least according to Ashery who seems to genuinely believe in everything she sells.

Although, there's one thing the Halloween store doesn't have that keeps intriguing Leonel.

"Why don't you have any costumes?"

She rolls her eyes at him, like it's obvious and he should know about it.

"Some of our clients find that really insulting," she says. "Besides, most of them are ridiculously inaccurate. Well, some of them look cute, but honestly... Who would buy them?"

Leonel wants to point out that there are just thirty days left for Halloween and that most of the people in town are already looking for their costumes.

"Alright," he mumbles... It's not his problem. He's just going to be there for a month.

"Now, there are rules you need to follow... They are important, alright?" Ashery says after a while.

Well... It wouldn't be a job if there were no rules to follow.

"Whenever someone walks in the store, make sure to..."

Smile even though they're treating you like garbage, to say 'hi' to every single one, to follow them around until they buy something... There are many unpleasant things he can think of (he has worked in retail before) although it's not that bad considering he's not staying that much.

"... ignore them completely," she says, making him turn around from the shelf he's already cleaning.

"What?"

"You'll be fine," the young woman assures, misunderstanding his confused expression. "Just leave them to me, I'll be here with you most of the time. However, sometimes I have to deliver stuff myself, so I'll be gone for a couple of minutes, sometimes almost an hour... If someone walks in just tell them I'll be back later and that's it. Don't talk with them."

That sounds too good to be true, so Leonel nods, trying not to grin. It's not like he doesn't like people, but customers can be a nightmare sometimes.

"You'll be fine," she repeats, patting him on the back of the head; a warm sensation spreads from his head towards his body suddenly, but it's most likely his imagination.

***

He's more than fine; there's no need for them to ignore clients since none of them seem to notice he's there. They just walk in, ask Ashery to give them something (it's usually a potion) and then they leave. Some of them just open the door and Ashery, without looking from what she's doing at the time mumbles a bored 'there's nothing for you here,' and they turn around, just like that.

How can she know they wouldn't buy anything?

When it's almost eight, Leonel starts feeling tired... well he must be because he swears he sometimes can see Ashery's skin turn into a dark shade of blue. Perhaps it's because of the light coming from outside, the silvery color from the moonlight.

He blinks a couple of times and shakes his head just in time to see a man with a black jacket rush inside. Ashery rolls her eyes at him.

"You're late, Fred," she scolds and then turns to Leonel with a kind smile. "That'll be all for today, you can go now."

"What is he doing here?" Suddenly Fred notices him, although Leonel must have made an awful first impression on him because he immediately narrows his eyes.

The feeling is mutual honestly.

"He's working here," Ashery explains, pinching the bridge of her nose when his jaw drops. "Day shift."

"What did you do, Ash?"

"I have a good feeling about this," she insists and finally, the man takes a deep breath and turns to look at Leonel in a completely different way.

"I'm Fred. Night shift."

He seems more kind now so Leonel decides to give him another chance.

"Leonel."

"I hope she's right," Fred mumbles; he looks like he just woke up which kind of makes sense considering he's staying the rest of the night.

It still baffles Leonel that a store that has almost no clients is open 24 hours.

"Right about what?"

"That you'll be fine."

That should be the second sign that something's wrong... Or perhaps he's just overreacting, maybe the people in the Halloween store are just that dramatic.

***

Leonel finds absolutely fascinating how a store that appears to be so small from the outside can contain so many objects. It's amazing.

This time he discovers a whole new section of what appears to be make-up.

"It's not make-up," Ashery tells him a second later when she catches him with a small, round jar with powder.

"This looks like foundation," Leonel says, moving the jar around to see the glitter in it. It's a little too sparkly in his opinion.

She takes the jar and puts it back in its place.

"It's glamour and you shouldn't be playing it with it."

Glamour?

"Sorry," he says instead, glancing at another bottle with red liquid. "Wait, so this is not–"

"Not perfume, I'm afraid," she giggles when he reads the label.

"What does it say mating season?"

"Because it's for mating, Leonel... and now get back to work."

It's also interesting that Ashery usually gets paid with barter rather than cash; the customers usually give her all kinds of weird things that sometimes she takes home.

"Alright, I have to deliver this, but it'll take only a couple of minutes," she assures. Leonel nods and she adds: "If a pretty girl with long, black hair comes in asking for a potion for her boss you tell her I'll be back quickly."

Leonel goes back to what he refuses to call anything but the make-up section.

"She usually comes at night, but just in case..."

***

Leonel is sure it's going to be another calm afternoon at least until he hears a noise coming from the front door; he doesn't usually pay too much attention to the entrance even when Ashery is out because she has assured him no one could steal from her.

He hasn't seen any cameras inside so he's not sure what kind of security system she's using, but it must be effective for her to be so sure.

The noise startles him though and he rushes to the door only to see a couple of books on the floor. At least the potions are okay.

"Hey!" Leonel protests and regrets it immediately when he sees a huge man turning around to face him; he has reddish-orange hair and a short beard with a few gray hairs. He looks even more intimidating with his golden eyes. "Be c-careful with those!"

The man frowns in some sort of confusion at him and stares until Leonel starts getting nervous... Is he going to punch him or something? He's definitely not a coward, but he recognizes when someone is stronger than him.

"It was an accident! I'm truly sorry!" Alright, so the man is not an asshole and his voice sounds deeper than Leonel imagined it.

"It's okay... Uhh... I'll clean up and–"

The man chuckles and leans forward; Leonel glances at the buttons of his dark blue suit, because that's better than looking into his eyes.

"Let me help you."

"No! That's not necessary!" He stammers, he's definitely not afraid anymore but feels... flustered. "You must have come here for a reason, what were you looking for?"

"Ash made a potion for me."

"She'll be back in a couple of minutes... Perhaps you'd like to come back later?"

"I think I rather wait here, I can help you clean in the meantime." The man grins from ear to ear and Leonel can't help but notice that he has very sharp canines. "I'm Alexander."

Leonel stares for a couple of seconds like an idiot to Alexander's hand before taking it.

But the man doesn't shake his hand, because of course he doesn't, he probably wants to make Leonel's face burn.

He kisses the back of his hand instead.

Fortunately, Leonel still manages to mumble his name in return.

It's okay... Some people do that... to greet each other. It's not–It doesn't mean anything.

"So... you're a human."

Well, of course he's a human, what else he'd be?

"Sir!" Ashery walks in and in the blink of an eye put herself in between the two, prompting Alexander to frown. "What a pleasant surprise! I was expecting Catherine though..."

"I was nearby," Alexander says, trying to look at Leonel over the girl's shoulder. "Leonel, are you familiar with the–"

"He's not," Ashery cuts him off, pointing at the back door. "Let's talk about your potion in my office, Sir."

Alexander follows her reluctantly and Leonel watches as they walk away with a mixture of relief and confusion.

***

Hi! I hope you liked the first chapter of my original story. There will be more soon. 💕

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By the way, in case you were wondering... Alexander is not a vampire.

[pikapeppa]

Dragon Age Question Meme

Tagged by @galadrieljones - thanks lethallan!  This is a long one - I’ll continue it under a cut. 

Tagging forward to @schoute @viktuuri-fluff-saved-my-life @thevikingwoman @buttsonthebeach @charlatron @mrscullensrutherford @oops-gingermoment @iarollane @aban-asaara @irlaimsaaralath @wardsarefunctioning and anyone else who wants to play!

01) Favourite game of the series?

I haven’t played Origins yet, but between DA2 and DA:I, Inquisition is my jam! I’ve played it 3 times already and I’m not yet tired of it! So many places to explore, and I still haven’t heard all the banter yet, and the lore is just so rich, so many codex entries, yes yes.

02) How did you discover Dragon Age?

Basically all my Horizon Zero Dawn friends insisted - INSISTED - that I play Inquisition. For some reason I thought I wouldn’t like it, like “ahh everyone says it’s so great, how great can it be.” WELP LOL. I have no regrets, but my HZD friends might, given how HORRIBLY OBSESSED I have become LOL. 

03) How many times you’ve played the games?

- Origins: 0 times, but looking to rectify that this year! - DA2: 1.5 times. Ughhh Act 2... - DA:I: 3.5 times and still loving it!

04) Favourite race to play as?

Elf. Hands down. I played a Trevelyan once and was like MEH BORING.

05) Favourite class?

MAGE. MAGE MAGE MAGE. Although I’ve been playing as Fenris a lot in DA2 and it’s surprisingly fun!! Good thing too since I’ll have to be a two-handed warrior during my Fenquisition playthrough

06) Do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time?

I’ll answer for Inquisition. There are some things I always do the same (e.g. Bull saving the Chargers, allying with Abelas, making Solas APPROVE OF ME LMAO), but other things I alternate. I’ve gone with the mages and the Templars twice, respectively; I prefer picking the mages, it just makes more sense and is more “ethical” to me, but I ADORE COLE and I think the whole envy demon storyline is very interesting, so I quite enjoy siding with the Templars too. I have done something different each time at the Winter Palace, and this time I plan to do something different yet again. I strongly prefer Cole as a spirit, but I’ve had him as a spirit and as human twice each. 

My Fenris-as-Inquisitor playthrough will be interesting. I’ll be playing in character as him, so it’s going to be quite different than what I canonically do, and I’m quite interested to see what happens. Solas is going to hate me oh god

07) Go-to adventuring group?

- DA2: FENRIS and Anders, and then I alternate my rogues. I love both Varric and Isabela, but depending on how far into my Fenris romance I am, I often have to leave Isabela behind because I HATE WATCHING HER FLIRT WITH MY MAN <sobbing> - Inquisition: SOLAS, Cole and Blackwall is my favourite group, but I also love bringing Cass instead of Blackwall - I love Cass and Cole’s banter. But Solas and Cole are my FAVOURITE PAIRING. I could listen to their incomprehensible chatter forever.

08) Which of your characters did you put the most thought into?

Damn. Umm... I put equal amounts of thought into Elia Lavellan (romanced with Solas), Athera Lavellan (romanced Abelas) and Rynne Hawke (romanced with Fenris). Before I started writing those ships, the question I had to answer was this: Why would Solas/Fenris/Abelas love her? I know why Elia loves Solas, and I know why Rynne loves Hawke and why Athera admires and eventually loves Abelas. But what is it about those OCs that those men fall in love with? I build my OCs around the men in their lives, not the other way around. 

09) Favourite romance?

URGH WHY MUST YOU ASK ME THIS. GOD FINE. Fenris rivalmance, ok?? But I also love the Solasmance and the Blackwall romance to the point of swooning so just FUCK RIGHT OFF WITH THIS QUESTION THXBAI~

10) have you read any of the comics/books?.

Yes! Masked Empire and Asunder.

11) if you read them, which was your favorite book?

Masked Empire. I really liked getting more background on Celene/Briala and Gaspard (i.e. WHY THE FUCK I SHOULD GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE WINTER PALACE MISSION AT ALL). I loved Felassan and Briala’s dalen/hahren relationship. And it was just better written than Asunder.

12) Favorite DLCs?

Must agree with Gala here; Trespasser is bae, and Jaws of Hakkon is just beautiful (and also AMERIDAN <sob>). But I also liked Mark of the Assassin quite a bit! So amusing!

13) Things that annoy you.

The fact that it takes a MILLION YEARS to get banter in DA:I, and also that you can’t just click on your companions in DA:I whenever you like if you just want to hear their voice. I KNOW I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CLICKED ON FENRIS CONSTANTLY TO HEAR HIM SAY “I enjoy following you”, OKAY? LIKE ALL I WANT IS FOR SOLAS  TO SAY “vhenan” TO ME WHILE WE’RE WANDERING THROUGH THE BLOODY WESTERN APPROACH

14) Orlais or Ferelden?

Ferelden? We seem to spend more time there. But I’m kind of neutral I guess.

15) Templars or mages?

Mages. Hands down. Sorry Templars.

16) if you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one?

All parallel universes. None of them coexist. Rynne Hawke doesn’t even coexist with any of my Lavellans because Fenris becomes the Inquisitor in my headcanon

17) What did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc)

I have only one pet, Hawke’s mabari, and his name is Toby. 

18) have you installed any mods?

Console only <sob>

19) Did your Warden want to become a Grey Warden?

n/a - haven’t played Origins yet!

20) Hawke’s personality?

PURPLE HAWKE, with a healthy dash of Isabela-level flirtiness. But Rynne (over?)uses humour to deflect pain and agitation and anger.

21) did you make matching armour for your companions in Inquisition?

...Maybe. 

HAHAH so I made matching colour armour for Elia and Solas, yes. And I generally like to dress both Cole and myself in black and red!

22) if your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change?  

Ohhhh.... fuck. This is tough. - Elia Lavellan (romanced Solas): ...surprisingly, nothing really. She’s got a pretty zen kind of ‘what will be, will be’ attitude. In her darkest moments she might regret falling for Solas, but overall, she doesn’t really regret anything. - Arya Lavellan (romanced Blackwall): nothing. She is very confident.  - Athera Lavellan (romanced Abelas): honestly, she questions half of her decisions half the time. After Trespasser, she regrets not dissolving the Inquisition. (I haven’t decided yet if she eventually does dissolve it after all; perhaps we’ll see what DA4 brings us).  - Rynne Hawke (romanced Fenris): a LOT of things. She regrets letting Bethany attack that ogre. She regrets not bringing Carver to the Deep Roads, because maybe then he wouldn’t have joined the Templars to spite her. She regrets not following up more closely on Emeric’s murder investigation because otherwise maybe her mother wouldn’t have died. She basically blames herself anytime anything bad happens with her family (including the Merry Band of Misfits). 

23) Do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon?

I actually quite enjoy sticking to canon for the most part, and expanding on facts that we already know. The one canon-ish(?) thing I don’t love is the idea of Dalish Inquisitors understanding or speaking a dialect of Elvhen that’s mutually intelligible with the dialect that Solas and Abelas speak. I let it slide in my Solavellan fics, but I mean, it’s been THOUSANDS OF YEARS between Arlathan and the Dragon Age. Dalish Elvhen (even if they have many many dialects, which is most certainly the case) is very unlikely to be mutually intelligible with ancient Elvhen. I’ve been meaning to write a full post about this for like a year oops

24) Are any of your character(s) based on someone?

They all contain some elements of self-insert, so... me, I guess? XD

25) Who did you leave in the Fade?

The first time I played Inquisition, I had not played DA2 yet, so I left Hawke in the Fade for LOGIC REASONS OK - Stroud was like the only senior Warden left, I thought they needed him! I’ve left Stroud there every time thereafter. 

26) Favourite mount?

Well, it WOULD be any and all the harts, except for that FUCKING HORRENDOUS SOUND THEY MAKE. I thus prefer to ride dracolisks for the Coolness Factor™. 

[33max]

Second Chance

Warnings: Heavy Angst

Pairing: Tommy x Reader

Word Count: 2,011

Nothing hurts my heart more than two people who love each other dearly, but cannot get their relationship to work no matter how hard they attempt to fix it. Loosely based off of the following quote “It’s like you’re screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish you could have all the bad stuff back, so you can have the good.” 

Your breakup with Thomas was long, drawn out and painful. The two of you had slowly become distant - gradually growing disinterested, unaffectionate and cold towards the other party. At first, you thought you could fix things – you had been together since you were young and you truly believed you could get through anything if you did it together. Desperate to feel what you once had for the other, you and Tommy tried everything to mend your crumbling relationship. He took you on holiday, you went on a date every Friday night, Tommy spent more time at home and you tried to be more open minded to his business ventures. You were holding onto each other for dear life but after months of trying you had to face the truth, it just was not the same – you did not feel the same way about each other anymore.

It was Tommy who gave up first, breaking down one evening and telling you that he would love you forever but he didn’t know how to be with you anymore. That night Tommy did not let go of you, he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck as if he was trying to rewind time to when the two of you were happy. You could do nothing more than stand there while he attempted to feel close to you for one last time, tears mixing with mascara and streaming down your cheeks. The break up was inevitable and you knew that, but your heart was shattered because Tommy had given up on you, on your relationship, on the life that you had built together.

The two of you decided that it would be too hard to try to be friends; at least for the time being, you both needed a clean break. If you were forced to spend time with him, you knew you would go running straight back when you started to miss him. Tommy offered to give you the house, the land, everything and move back in with his family until he sorted out a new place. However, you knew that if you were going to truly separate from Tommy then you needed to put distance between you. Gracefully, Tommy signed one of his properties in London over to you and within a week you were saying your final goodbyes.

He had given you a lift to the train station, walking you to the platform and carrying your bags for you. Every step you took, your heart broke a little bit further. A few minutes before your train was scheduled to depart, you knew that you had to be brave and say goodbye – this was what you both needed to be happy eventually.

“Tommy, don’t be reckless. Keep your head straight. Okay?” You croaked, eyes swimming with unshed tears. Your biggest concern was that Tommy would throw himself into work as a distraction from his heartache, not worrying about the consequences of some of his actions.

“I will. I promise.” He told you, his voice wavering as he tried to remain strong. If he gave in to his emotions, so would you and it would be too hard to say goodbye. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead against yours. “I need you to be happy, baby.”

“Maybe one day I will be. Bye for now, Tom.” You whispered, placing a final kiss against his lips before pulling away from his grasp. You heard him groan as you walked away and you knew that if you turned around you would see him shattering in front of your eyes. You couldn’t look back.

The first month passed quickly, and for the most part you were completely numb. You felt absolutely nothing; on the rare occasion that your emotions were felt you drowned them in alcohol and remained in bed. The second month was much harder and lasted an eternity. You missed him terribly; he had been your best friend for most of your adult life and now there was a colossal void leaving you heart wrenchingly lonely. Most evenings you lay motionless in your cold bed, tears falling silently into the pillow because you were too exhausted to do anything but let them fall down your now bony cheeks.

It was the start of the third month that you realised you would take him back in a heartbeat. You would endure all of the problems that caused your relationship to fail if it meant that you could have him. You wanted to call him, or visit, or take a leap of faith by packing your bags and moving back to Birmingham.

Before you could do anything, a telegram arrived for you from Birmingham. Your heart thundered in your chest, your stomach somersaulting thinking it would be from Thomas – but it wasn’t and suddenly your world was spinning out of control.

[Y/N],

I hope you are well down in London, I really do. I’m terribly sorry that this telegram is the first that any of us have sent, but please understand that Tommy needed it to be that way.

I know that only his stubborn stupidity stopped him from running back to you, he realised his mistake a couple of weeks after you left. He truly thinks you are happier without him, but I’m not so sure.

That being said, the reason for me writing is not a pleasant one. Thomas is in the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Birmingham. He has been there for an entire month, all he does is smoke opium and drown himself in morphine. I know it’s not just his physical injuries that are causing him pain and this is why I request that you come to Birmingham as soon as you can.

I will see you soon,

Polly Gray

Slowly, the telegram fluttered towards the wooden floor. A million questions swirled around in your head, making you want to break down and cry. However, there was no time for emotions to take over - summoning an ounce of composure you slipped on your shoes, grabbed your handbag and raced towards the train station.

As soon as you arrived at the Queen Elizabeth hospital it was evident that Polly Gray was not her usual self. Her hair was unkempt, she had large bags underneath her stormy eyes and she was visibly shaken.

“Polly!” You called out to her as you got closer.

“[Y/n].” She reached out to you, pulling you into her arms. It had been so long since you had seen any of the Shelby’s and her embrace felt like coming home. A sense of calm washed over you after being reunited with the woman that you once considered a mother figure. It was short-lived when you remembered why you had rushed to Birmingham. You untangled yourself from her arms so that you could look at her while you asked about him. “Where is he? What is wrong with him? Is he okay?”

“Tommy has not told us, but from what we have pieced together Tommy attempted to kill a man that was one step ahead of him. He walked straight into a trap.” She sighed, bringing one hand up to rub at the creases on her own forehead, as though she was trying to erase them. “He’s got a fractured skull, six broken ribs which punctured a lung and they put a bullet in his left shoulder.”

“What?” You cried, “How is he even alive?”

“We think he might have had unfinished business.” She said, holding your eye contact and attempting to read whether the feeling was mutual.

“Can I see him?” You begged, desperate to see your childhood sweetheart.

“Follow me.” She sighed before leading you down the corridor to the last room on the right, your arms linked in solidarity. She paused outside the door, gesturing for you to go inside without her. “I’ll give you some time with him.”

You pushed the door open slowly, anxious for the state that you would find Tommy in. Heart beating racing and taking a deep breath, you took in the sight in front of you – he was asleep and laying on top of the covers. You could see every single one of his injuries like this. A part of his head was shaved where there was a gruesome looking scar marring his scalp, his chest was mottled with deep bruises and he had a long clean stitched cut running along his left hand side from where the doctors must have cut him open to fix his collapsing lung. Finally there was a deep, but healing, bullet wound on his left shoulder. The man you loved was well and truly broken this time.

Sitting in the chair next to the bed, you took his hand into yours – pressing a quick kiss to the bruised back of his hand. The emotions soaring inside you were hard to understand, they were contradicting and confusing. There was grief at his current state but also relief at seeing him after so long.

“Hey, T.” You muttered, trying not to cry. This was definitely not how you wanted to reunite with him, speaking to his unconscious and damaged form.

“Fuck, not again.” You heard him whine; surprising you, but his eyes remained closed.

“Tom?” You asked, squeezing his hand. “You awake?”

“No no no no no no no NO,” He began to shout, tearing his hand away from yours before wincing in pain at the sudden movement.

“Baby? It’s me. It’s [y/n].” You whispered, trying to comfort him but terrified that he did not want to see you at all. You reached for his hand again, desperate to hold him and take away whatever pain you could.

“I can’t take this again, not again.” His face contorted.

“Can’t take what, Tom?” You begged, trying to understand what he was talking about.

“Every single time, when the drugs wear off you disappear.” He whimpered, still not opening his eyes. “I’m not going to look.”

“Tommy, I’m here.” You insisted, using your free hand to stroke through the hair that remained on his head, avoiding the nasty looking wound.

As soon as you stroked your hand through his hair his crystal blue eyes flickered open and he stared back at you in shock.

“It’s me,” You smiled at him, tears beginning to fall. “What have you gotten yourself into, Tommy?”

“It’s you,” He whispered, “It’s really you.”

“Yeah, I came running as soon as I found out.” You told him.

“I love you.” He whispered, turning his head slightly to nuzzle the hand that was still stroking through his hair. “I still love you, so much.”

“I love you too, T.” You told him, “I was just about to come running back to you, before you got yourself into this mess.”

“You were?” He asked, eyes drooping slightly and clearly still heavily medicated.

“Yes, I need you in my life, Tommy.” You were beginning to cry properly now, you had been holding in your emotions for too long. “We will find a way to make it work.”

“I would take all of that bad stuff back in a heartbeat if it meant that I could have you next to me every day for the rest of my life.” He said, almost incoherently before slipping back into unconsciousness – as though your conversation had taken all of his energy.

You leant your forehead onto the edge of the mattress, breathing in and out slowly in an attempt to control your raging emotions. It would be a long road to recovery both for Tommy and for your relationship, but you had never been more committed to making the journey.