#ooc; ignore the fact he only has 2 friends now

[scarcane]

Asking for a friend, how do you get an abortion without anyone knowing?

Hypothetical answers only.

[lunar-years]

Okay. Let's talk Jamie and Roy getting beers and being idiots.

I know we are all still processing that whirlwind of a finale. I'm understanding that a lot of people hate the Roy & Jamie scene because it is 1) backslide-y (true) 2) they treat Keeley like a prize to be won (true) and 3) it's OOC (I actually disagree with this one, but I can understand why it's complicated). I want to start off by saying I completely see where this opinion is coming from and I respect everyone who just hates the scene because it shows normally kind characters being very unkind to each other etc. This is less me arguing against that as it is me trying to articulate (at great length, sorry) why it not only worked for me, but I genuinely liked it.

I like to think I strike a balance between loving everything the show has done and hating overwhelmingly on a show I claim to enjoy, but sure, you could definitely argue that I'm just giving my favorite characters the benefit of the doubt, or making excuses for them, because they're my favorite characters. I'll admit I'm historically very forgiving of all the main characters' many fuck-ups on Ted Lasso, but that's because I think the show works best when it emphasizes how kindness, forgiveness, friendship and love can still operate between imperfect, flawed people. I like seeing them make realistic mistakes much more than I like everyone handling everything perfectly, I'll bite.

So, back to Jamie and Roy. I enjoyed their finale plot because despite them making a world of mistakes, the regression felt very, very human. I don't agree at all with the take that this somehow erased all the progress they've made this season or the friendship the show has lovingly crafted between them. In fact, I think this actively reiterated it! (Note: I am operating with my ot3 goggles on at all times, so I'm going to write this with that at least partially in mind, but I think the gist of it works even if you ignore the bits that get a little shippy.)

For both Jamie and Roy, Keeley and their love for her is a major beacon guiding them. I think that is the crisp, clear thing in both of their heads this episode: Keeley is the love of my life. And they both believe that wholeheartedly, and they both want to be with her. (and it's goofy to pretend this came out of nowhere for Jamie/since when is Jamie still in love with her/etc. because he literally told her and us this last season and nothing that has happened since has indicated otherwise, btw.) But there's also something else now, which is their relationship with each other, battling with their Keeley thoughts. It's like, in Roy's head, for instance, I imagine there are two wolves: on the one hand he loves Keeley, and wants to be with her, and plans to win back her heart. On the other hand, there's his love and care for Jamie Tartt, which is much less defined and inarticulate and maybe still a little repressed, but just as overpowering. His love for Keeley feels so simple and clear in comparison, while his love for Jamie is something complicated and unsure, and in this episode, he's leaning hard into the first to avoid unpacking the second.

So Roy starts off strong. He sees Jamie with Keeley in the hallway and he doesn't flip out!! Instead, he approaches Jamie calmly, and invites him out for beers. Think about how different this is from his reaction to Jamie's love confession to Keeley in season 2. This is Roy's growth in action, and it's a resounding sign of just how important Jamie is to Roy now. Even when he is feeling jealous of the woman he loves potentially leaving him behind for a man he loves (a completely natural reaction, let's be so real, if not a "good" one), he also knows that for as much as he wants to be with Keeley, he doesn't want to lose his friendship with Jamie.

As for Jamie, I know some people took his reaction and subsequent response to Nate's question as like, shock at the realization that he and Roy are actually friends now, which I agree is something that had to have come earlier in the timeline (what was Mom City if not that) and would seem very out of place at this point. What I saw it as instead was Jamie's brain more just. sort of short-circuiting? Because: holy shit isn't this the best day ever? First Keeley agreed to go to Brazil with me and now Roy is asking me on a date for beers? this is so sound. This invite is out of place behavior from Roy even within the parameters of their friendship, because they still have a match to win and Roy has banned Jamie from beers as part of his training and despite them being close now I find it hard to believe that Roy often comes up to him right there in dressing room to ask him to grab a beer with no pretense.

Therefore, they're already walking into that bar in completely different head-spaces. Jamie isn't planning to discuss Keeley, and for Roy that is his major intention behind the evening. Jamie is nervous and downing his beer, and Roy is internally panicking, I'm imagining, over when and how to bring Keeley up. I think Roy is thinking: Well, I don't intend to stop pursuing Keeley, I genuinely don't want Jamie's feelings to be hurt when I get back together with her (and yes, it is a huge presumption for him to assume Keeley's going to eventually take him back. But I think it's also an understandable one), so I've got to tell Jamie I care about him, and that I'm going to keep going after Keeley, and he needs to be okay with that so that this won't get in the way of our friendship, which I also desperately need and am unwilling to give up. In his mind, Jamie is of course going to accept all of this, because Roy and Keeley are soulmates, which Jamie will clearly recognize deep down because it is so obvious and right and anyway, Jamie always does what Roy tells him to do (again, this is all misguided thinking. But we can see how Roy's anxious little brain that's bad at processing feelings and holding space for emotions could get himself here, can't we?).

So again, we start off strong with Roy saying he's proud of Jamie and them both thanking one another. But then Roy's blurting out nonsense about how Jamie just needs to pull himself out of the running and just let Roy be with Keeley. Which is obviously not on. And Jamie responds, simply, with No. I'd argue this is also a huge step for Jamie. Jamie really doesn't tell Roy no anymore, he doesn't tell anyone no. Jamie has spent so much of his time since coming back to Richmond working to be the person everyone around him wants and expects him to be. This is him fighting for something he wants for once, doing what is best for him. It was a fabulous progression to see. In the moment, boy does it work Roy up, because why is Jamie not agreeing with me, Jamie always agrees with me? but obviously at this point, Jamie is in the right. His relationship with Keeley was no less meaningful than Roy's just because Roy says it was, Roy doesn't have any claim on her, and there's no real reason Jamie should not try and shoot his shot with Keeley if Roy is going to do the same.

Here's where things start to spiral. Established flaws we know about Roy: he's competitive. He's bad at voicing his feelings productively. And he is territorial about the people he loves, a category that safely includes both Jamie and Keeley at this point in time, for better and sometimes worse. Yes, his next actions are grossly possessive over Keeley, yes Roy has made a lot of effort over the past year to do and be better than that, to break free of that cycle. But look, it's not a linear process. He's going to still mess up, and he does here. In fact he's downright mean, weaponizing Keeley against Jamie and throwing having sex with Keeley a month ago into Jamie's face, bragging about it, boasting. Same old cycle, same old patterns of ego-driven, prideful mistakes.

Which promptly prompts Jamie to also fuck up by bringing up the leak. It's a concentrated response intended to get a suitable rise out of Roy, because Roy has really, genuinely hurt him here, and Jamie knows bringing up that video is the one thing that will hurt Roy just as much in turn. It's not the right thing to do, obviously, but again, it's such a human thing to do. Hurt the person who's hurt you right back, even if you're hurting someone else (Keeley) by extension. Mind you, Jamie came here expecting a hangout (/date) with Roy over a rare beer, and instead he got Roy being a complete asshole and lecturing nonsense at him out of seemingly nowhere. He reacts to this change-up, well, not greatly. There is something so messy and emotionally complicated happening here and it hinges on how very much Jamie and Roy care about each other, not negates it.

Keeley, queen that she is, rejects them both out of hand and kicks them out not the curb immediately because they're both being complete idiots, acting like they're so gracious in giving her the honor and privilege of choosing between them. Not to mention they've clearly got something going on between them they haven't worked through and that sure as shit isn't her problem, is it? Keeley (presumably, and I wish we had seen this) calls them out their shit and tosses them right back out the door.

Which leaves Jamie and Roy to lament how they've let their egos get away from them, they've been idiots (which they acknowledge immediately) and decide that now they should go for kebabs, presumably to actually hangout this time, not to interrupt themselves with inflated talk about who "deserves" Keeley more. They both screwed up, they acknowledge it, and all they can do is try again tomorrow, and in the meantime, go on that kebab date.

I guess....I can just see where both of them are coming from? it's not mature behavior, obviously, it's maybe not what we would have liked to have seen from them in the finale episode of the show. But it was regression that I didn't feel impeded their overall progress. Roy in particular was being a complete dick about it, but that's why the very next morning he's finally knocking on the Diamond Dogs' door. And honestly, that conversation was heartbreaking. When Roy admitted he'd expected, after a year of putting in the work, to be a whole new person...god. This is a man who still completely hates himself, to the point where he can't quite grasp that he can be better where he's at now, that he doesn't have to transform magically into someone new in order to do right by himself and others. And so he has to consciously determine, once again, to do better, be better.

The message is: change isn't linear, you're going to fuck-up, and fall back into old patterns. What matters is trying every day to do better together, and be better for one another, than you were the day before. That is the meeting point all three sides of the royjamiekeeley triangle were heading towards by the end of the episode.

So yes, it was rushed, because no one gets much screen time in a finale (and the overarching issue with this season anyway is god awful pacing. The last three episodes could've easily been the second half of the season, while the first half of the season was stretched out and largely extraneous). And yes, I would've liked a more thoughtful follow-up conversation between Roy and Keeley or all three of them. My biggest issue was that we didn't get to hear Keeley's voice hardly at all. I would at the very least have liked to have seen her setting them straight at her kitchen table, because turning both of them down signifies very important growth in her, too, and I would've liked exploring that more explicitly. So it wasn't perfect. But I still liked it, I really did.

[oddsandends58exe]

hii :3 two in one combo ask 1. when do odds and draki begin dating ? 2. c can you draw dmitri strelnikov/agent strelnikov if ur taking art requests rn (you can do this one separately if u wanna)

I've already drawn Strelnikov which means it's time to answer the first question!

and to do this I'm gonna have to explain Kondraki's feelings towards Odds and I think it's gonna be very strong OOC so be warned

So Odds has been working as Kondraki's assistant for about a year now. Surprisingly great, surprisingly not complaining to anyone, not even to her only friend Lainystarskiy. Instead, she's been telling Lainy all about how cool and wonderful Benjamin is to the point where her crush on him was getting a little annoying. In fact, they were the only one Odds told that she had a crush on him. She tried to keep it a secret from the others, but it was pretty clear to everyone...

...but not to Kondraki. For a long time, he thought Odds was an example of the perfect junior staff member. She listens to him, and does everything as it should and on time, cleans, brings coffee, reports to him if someone messed up somewhere, does not get on his nerves, and he can talk to her about anything. So, after a while, he began to consider her not only a good assistant, but also a good friend.

But it wouldn't be Kondraki if he wasn't paranoid. After a while, he began to wonder if all of his assistant's friendliness and how nice she was to him was part of some sort of plan against him. Maybe they're trying to eliminate him through Odds in some way? Kondraki told a friend of his about this worry. A friend of his, however, as well as many others, were well aware that Odds was actually in love with him. In fact, a friend of his was sure that Kondraki was aware of this fact and simply ignored Odds (a friend of his finds her annoying). But as it turned out, Ben wasn't aware of it, and then a friend of his had to open his eyes to it.

This came as a real shock to Kondraki. He didn't believe it was possible. He couldn't believe that someone could just be so nice to him, show such care, and most importantly have any warm feelings for him. After that, he could have easily walked up to Odds and said, "sorry, but it's not gonna work" but something was holding him back. He would do that if he felt nothing for her. But after realizing that all her kindness, friendliness, and genuine interest towards him meant something more, he began to fall in love with her too. And he hated it. He hated it because he thought that after his failed relationships, he would never love anyone again, and he hated it because he knew that if they were in a relationship, sooner or later he would hurt her and she would be disappointed in him. Being in love with her, he, to his own surprise, cared and worried about her a lot. Ben knew that Odds was kind of fragile, and he could break her with his fuck-ups. He didn't know what to do.

One day, though, Kondraki decided that something had to be done about it. On this particular day, he asked Odds to stay in his office because they needed to talk. She knew where this was going, so she got very worried.

After a long time of "we can't date, I'm a horrible person" and "no, that's not true, I know you're not as horrible as you think you are and that actually deep inside you are a very nice person", he finally decided to start a romantic relationship with her. Not just because he's also in love with her, but because maybe she's right and he should give himself a chance and prove through this relationship that he really isn't such a bad person.

yeah

[l0verclown]

From pressured to driven Part 1

What happens when you feel pressured to do something you never thought you'd do?

Especially if 4 serial killers are the ones pressuring you.

Slight Ronin x Reader

| spoilers for Killer chat!!! not proofread, probably OoC and this idea randomly came up in my mind at night so you'll probably find mistakes

Part 2:

Never thought you'd be hanging out with serial killers- heck, even date one.

Well here you are, in a difficult situation that might make you regret that you even agreed on staying in that server. But lets rewind a bit, shall we?

After Misaki's successful assassination, she figured she'd stay a bit longer in the country before heading home. Which also led her to the great idea of hanging out with the whole group! (Which only You, Ronin, Angel and V could attend)

Ofcourse, Ronin couldn't miss out, no? After all, being the person who brought the group together, can't be excluded. And, it gives him another reason to go outside aside from work and going on a killing spree.

At first, Angel was a bit skeptical, after all she is the Maria-de-la-Rosa, so hanging out, especially in public, would be a little bit tricky. But after a whole lot of convincing and begging, it worked out and she managed to come.

V was confused on why Misaki wanted to hang out, likewise because 1. He wasn't intrigued on the idea of hanging out, 2. He's not online very often, so he doesn't know the group that good as everyone else. But in the end he figured that it that it could benefit him eventually.

@Angelic: Wait Misaki

where are we meeting up again

@Hitmeuppp: Uhh

what was it called again..

Hage centre???

@K9: Hague Centre.

@Hitmeuppp: YES

THANK YOU

@Goreboy: be there around 2

before i drag you there myself

@Hitmeuppp: Edgy much

@SerialMC: I'll be leaving now

See y'all then!

Just when you typed the last message, you sighed and closed your device.

You wanted to come, they're your friends after all. But they're also serial killers.

Serial killers.

Fuck.

You were so up in the act, that you forgot that you weren't actually a serial killer.

You're a reporter and writer, and the only one who knows is the devils reincarnate himself.

What if they ask you how your recent murder went? Or what if they want you to do something you have no experience in?

There's one way to find out, and that is to go to that hangout.

"Yooo Reader is that you..!?" Misaki screamed from the distance, waving at you with excitement while you walked up to her.

"Wow- You're like 10x cooler than online! And- And-"

Misaki exclaimed with excitement, before V interupted them.

"Misaki, calm down before you scare them away"

"Whaaaat, can't i be happy for seeing my friends before i head home? Are you the funpolice now?"

"Not the fun one"

"Are you allergic to fun or something wtf"

After a few minutes of Misaki just complaining about V, Ronin and Angel eventually showed up.

"Met Angel on the way to here. Figured on walking here together"

"Yeah me and ro-"

"YOU'RE THE MARIA-DE-LA-ROSA!?"

"Wait Sshh!-"

"Yep, The Maria-de-la-Rosa life in the flesh. Or would ya like her to eat your flesh?"

"What is up with you associating me with Cannibalism, Ronin!?"

After A small fight between the two, you guys decided to walk around, grab some food and hang around, talking about just the casual, work, Hobby's and murder. Well only when there were no people around, obviously.

How long has it been? 4 hours? Ignoring the fact that time exists, you spent way longer than you expected to be outside. Didn't expect serial killers to be that fun.

"Guys, i have this good fucking idea" Ronin said before stopping, having a mischievous look om his face and crossing his arms. "Every Idea that you have is a bad idea ronin." Angel sighed out before shaking her head, knowing he had a bad idea. "Ooh Ooh, let me guess- Murder spree? Let the city know our names before i leave?" Misaki said before Ronin pulled out a crowbar from his bag. "Exactly fucking that."

You're fucked.

A murder spree? When you thought you couldn't get any unluckier, this happens. I mean- you could pretend to kill anyone, but that wouldn't work. Not when you're with four other people.

"So, What ya think about it Darlin'? Cruel, fun and informative. Show us some of those killer moves of yours"

"Yeah, You actually never told us about it. I would like to see a reader killing in live 3D!"

"Uh- As much as i wanna see them do it, we shouldn't pressure them."

"Lets hope for you this one does not show up on the news."

"I would love to guys, but i don't have my weapons on me right now. No weapons, no murder"

"C'monnnn Darlin', Such a killjoy are ya? Scared to dig out some guts with ya bare hands? Or do you really want a weapon?"

"Cause if you do, We just gotta head on to the purgatory, There's a fuck ton of guns and knifes there to even satisfy your wildest fantasies"

.

.

.

You were too scared to chicken out, so you just hoped that there was a dead body nearby so you could've pretended you killed it. Hopefully.

"What's the matter? Too fuckin' scared? This isn't your first time killing, no?"

"Yeah, C'monn, i wanna see you in action!"

"Let's not rush them, or we might drive them that crazy that they hunt us"

Misaki picked up a random gun, carefully checking if it is loaded or not. She inspected it, and when she found out it was loaded, she sparked with joy and aimed it to a random alleyway. And Boom- she shot someone. Maybe it was because she is a literal assassin, or maybe she was really lucky.

"Damn, Headshot."

"I can tell that that person has no respect to the fauna of this land."

"First, what does fauna mean, second, you're probably right."

"Fauna means the animal respective to the area"

"The only ones that dare come here are assholes, weirdo's or people that were dared here."

"Wow a free tour by ronin? Count me in"

"Wow that's uh.. Impressive"

You wandered around for a bit before you picked up a random knife, all bloodied and dull, and stopped looking around. No people in sight, so no murders.. For now. You decide to walk into an alley, you said you were going to look for victims, but in reality, you were trying to find an escape.

But there were a few complications-

They would eventually find out that you were trying to leave, and then you'd have four actual serial killers after you.

You could pretend you killed someone, splash some blood on your clothes, grab some random corpse that was already there, and show them. But do you have the guts to do that?

And lastly, even if you did escape, the server would know, Ronin might expose you and then you could say goodbye to your little book.

What are you going to do?

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Pairing(s):Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC, Leah Clearwater x Witch!OC

Warnings: last chapter of this series, you have been warned, time jumps, new character introduced, never know how to finish stories 🙃, mentions of smoking, curses, magic user, may be ooc for felix and demetri?, denial of feelings, confessions, imprinting

Words: 4442

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Comical wasn't enough to describe the widening of Felix and Demetri's garnet eyes when they saw the sleeping Irina. They were even more unready for the numbers of the Denali clan, Cullens, and wolves all squished together in the living room. Now it was painfully clear that they were utterly outnumbered with just the two of them present. They lost whatever bit of color their faces possessed.

Especially when the witches naturally clump alongside Dieufel. Felix could taste the zing of their power in the air. It stung his nostrils and caused a fierce burn behind his eyes. Felix and Demetri must have never encountered so many witches before, if any.

Annalisse, Evita's mother, was quite the domineering presence despite the two Volturi members being the oldest in the room. She was unflinching but you got the feeling that she was more so annoyed about leaving her home. And it all seems to be focusing on a nervous-looking Evita.

Turned out that Evita hadn't exactly been telling the truth about her mother being aware of where she was. Evita's grandmother promised she wouldn't tell. After all, Annalisse was the one against Evita going out to avenge her sister's death. Late one night, Evita left home only telling her grandmother where she was going.

Anxiously tugging at the sleeves of her jacket, Evita flicks her gaze down to her shoes. Annalisse puffs out an irritated sigh before turning back to the black-clad figures. They were surrounded. Enemies all around and even waiting outside should they try to escape before coming to an agreement.

To maintain a semblance of authority, Felix curls his lips in a snarl toward her. "Do you know what you're doing here? When Aro-"

"I don't know who this Aro is. Your kind do little to scare me." Annalisse quips back and takes an aggressive step forward. "And you're not in the position to be making threats."

"She's right." Carlisle counters. "Especially when these witches have the ability to incapacitate us. The Volturi will no longer be terrorizing my family. We will continue to uphold our secret around humans, but other than that law, you will no longer govern us. The wolves are our friends and allies."

Demetri hisses and points an accusatory finger at Bella between Nadege and Evita. "We cannot ignore the fact that Miss Swan has gone back on her promise. It was the only reason we let her live."

"She's not just a human anymore." Nadege slyly grins. "She's one of us."

"Even worse." seethes Felix.

"I would never reveal anyone's secret." Bella insists, her voice unwavering and full of complete control. "I'll protect it til the day I die."

"This 'Volturi' doesn't get to police the world. Especially when they are so ignorant of how vast the world is." Annalisse folds her arms in front of her chest.

Eleazar, stepping away from his mate, stares at the two men he had worked with decades prior. "Felix. Demetri. This is not a hill you want to die on."

Appalled at the idea of defeat, Felix turns on Eleazar. "And what do you plan on doing with us if we refuse to take your demands to Aro? Are you really willing to kill us? The others will find out sooner or later. All of you will never be safe if you kill us. No matter how many other misfits you find, the Volturi will always have more members."

"We can rationally discuss this. There need not be casualties, Felix." Carlisle's tone was almost pleading. The good doctor despised violence unless it was absolutely necessary. And for his family, he would do anything to keep them safe.

Felix keeps his stare red against gold. "You know what happens to covens that try to defy us. Regardless, if Aro ends up agreeing to your demands, he'll never forgive you."

That was true.

Not having to read your mind to know you were anxious, you feel the tentative brush of Edward's fingers against your hand. You melt, your fingers weaving between his.

Annalisse's hum turns heads as she squeezes her way to an abandoned corner of the room. "Dieufel, this is your tool kit, yes?"

Still monitoring Irina, Dieufel momentarily lifts his head. "Yes, Señora."

"Evita, come here and help me."

Wordlessly, Evita obeys her mother and follows her to the corner.

Demetri positions himself for an attack. "What is she doing?"

You didn't even know what Annalisse had planned up her sleeve. Witches were unpredictable. The older woman was walking around the living room so nonchalant like she owned the place, humming as she came back to her previous position.

"Nadege, mija, can you get me samples from those two?" Annalisse doesn't even look at them, simply waving her hand in their general direction.

Felix and Demetri start to back up, wanting to get as far away from the witch as possible. They could smell the magic pumping in her very veins instead of blood. For a moment, Felix darts his eyes to the window in contemplation. The closest to the window were Rosalie and Esme. But even from where you stood, you could make out several familiar fuzzy shapes in the front yard. Your pack was waiting for the moment to tear them to shreds.

Seeming to understand Annalisse's intent, Nadege morphs into her hawk form, and with talons ready, she dives at Demetri first. Her talons dig in and rip a generous amount of hair from atop his head, causing the Volturi guard to yowl from the sharp pain blazing across his scalp. He lunges for her bird-form, but she's faster and is already on Felix's path. Emmett and Jasper subdue them so they don't interfere with Annalisse's spellwork. Eleazar, Carmen, Kate, and Tanya close in on them, forming a guard to prevent them from slipping out. They have no other allies but each other and are dramatically outnumbered.

All they could do was watch in frozen horror as Nadege dropped their hair into the older witch's hand.

It's tricky to decipher what ingredients she has in the small stone mortar. With your enhanced smelling capabilities, you can at least make out what smelled like an incredibly hot pepper. Nose wrinkly at the intense scent, you even feel Edward recoil slightly. Of the vampires in the room, while many could resist the stench by merely turning their heads away, some lifted their hands to shield their noses. Felix and Demetri nearly leap at Annalisse when she starts to advance toward them with her concoction in hand. Her free hand, being her left, waves over the top. Her lips were moving, but no words were coming out, yet they produced a reaction from her mortar. The contents hiss as a small trickle of smoke rises. That thin, gray line grows longer and longer until it seems to have a life of its own and strikes out at the Volturi members like a snake.

There's a split in its sleek body as two heads, each spitting vaporous venom that lands on them. More durable than the hardiest of diamonds, the skin starts sizzling where the venom spatters. This affected Demetri the most as he tried to shield Felix from the brunt of the attack. Doing little to protect Felix, even the drops that land on him, have a massive effect.

"WITCH!" Felix howls in anguish as a spray of venom finds a place on his face. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

Even the Denali members that had been standing behind them recoil in ashen dread. Carmen's hand goes up to her neck, and she has an anxious manner about what she is seeing. Tanya and Kate hover over Irina in a protective stance in case Annalisse's magic spreads to their unconscious sister. The power of witches proved to be truly terrifying. Never before had she seen a Volturi member so vulnerable at the hands of a human. Bella watches with morbid curiosity. She could potentially possess this type of power if she studied her craft hard.

"Ego is your venom," explains Annalisse, her eyes hooded as she regards the screaming vampires as they clutch the burns on their body. "Ego will be the Volturi's downfall. This curse will be a reminder of that. Anytime you desire to harm, the venom will rise to your skin and burn. Imagine what a handful of witches can do with this curse toward your coven."

Through his pain, Demetri seethes, "Are you threatening us?"

"No, it's a promise. You do not want to incur a witch's wrath. Nor would your coven. There are thousands of us out there in the world. Perhaps the next human victim you bring will be a witch and you would never even know until it was too late."

That statement alone sends shivers throughout the living room. Everyone was witness to the power that these outward-appearing mortals could have. Even Evita, who still had much to learn, could wield her magic effortlessly.

The smoke snakes dissipate, leaving Demetri and Felix panting for air they did not require. Their faces were gaunt, not used to experiencing such levels of pain. Scorch marks left on their skin from the curse slowly disappear until no sign remains of the wound incurred by Annalisse.

"We don't want any bloodshed." Carlisle quietly reminds them. "But we will fight back to protect our family. Witches and wolves alike."

There's an ominous howl outside, first a lone echo before the others join in. Piercing, primal, and impossibly loud. Behind Esme and Rosalie, the windowpanes tremble not from the wind but from the force of the sound itself.

Palpable hate radiates from Felix's face, his sharp white teeth baring, wanting nothing more than to sink them into Annalisse. They had only one choice but to concede defeat among so many enemies.

Shame fills his motions as Felix hangs his head. "What are we to say to Aro? You know he won't take this news well."

"Tell him whatever you need to to convince him that no action should be taken against us. Whether that be the truth or something else is up to you. But we'll be ready as a whole if Aro decides to exact his wrath." Eleazar stands by Carlisle. Having lived under the Volturi's roof for several decades, they knew what could happen.

Slowly, Felix's gaze shifts around the room. The coven presented to them was a conglomerate of vampires, wolves, and witches. All bearing down on them with unforgiving eyes. They could potentially prove to be the strongest coven in the world. The Volturi would be in big trouble if other vampire covens followed suit.

As Demetri and Felix leave the Cullen estate, your pack follows them until they're assured that both are out of the state of Washington. Waiting for an hour to make sure that they would not attempt re-entry.

You sat on the porch, gazing into the forest, feeling your pack near as they returned to their territory. The sun was slowly descending behind the tops of the trees, casting an orange hue over the sky.

So much anxiety over the past few months that you now find yourself exhausted as you lean your head against the porch's rails. Everything was finally settling in as the world calmed to a quiet lull, except for Annalisse scolding her daughter for all the stress she put her through. Evita takes the verbal abuse like a champ, quietly apologizing for running away. After all was said and done, Annalisse gathered Evita in her arms for a tight embrace. Ultimately, she missed her daughter terribly and didn't want to lose another daughter. You catch Jacob lingering a few feet away from the mother-daughter duo.

Footsteps behind you, you turn your head slightly and smile up at Edward. He takes up the spot next to you. "Do you think he'll tell her?"

"Probably. It might be his last chance to before they head back to Puerto Rico." You muse, enjoying how close he was to you. It felt natural.

Like that was how the two of you have always been.

"And Leah?"

You unintentionally groan. "That's a different story. I think she's still fighting against the imprinting."

His hand tentatively seeks you out again. You smile to yourself and close the distance. Edward grins. "Speaking of. . . we still have our first date to do."

Butterflies flurry in your tummy at the thought; Edward hears the rapid pickup of your heart and chuckles to himself. "Yes!" You squeeze his hand in your's and swear you could see pink dusting his cheeks.

"We will stay the night but go home in the morning." Annalisse huffs, pivoting on her heels to head back inside the Cullen house but stops midstep to smile softly at the scene before her. A vampire and a werewolf. Who would have thought.

They may look odd together, but their smiles are enough to scream out the sheer happiness that the two are experiencing.

Evita tracks her mom's gaze and smiles. "It's odd, isn't it, mama?" She'd become fast friends with the wolf pack and the Cullens and witnessed firsthand the anguish you went through from imprinting on a vampire.

"In a beautiful way." She agrees. Giving the top of her daughter's head a quick kiss, she excuses herself to hesitantly interrupt the happy couple so that she may reenter the house.

Evita watches as you and Edward make room for Annalisse to walk up the front steps and onto the porch. Both returned to their previous sitting arrangement. So close together that their arms were pressed against each other. You're a dark contrast compared to Edward.

When Evita notices Jacob standing nearby, she smiles. "Oh, hello, Jacob."

He towers over her, massive not just in height but muscle, too. Hard to remember that Jacob was still a teenager, much like herself. "Hey. . . You guys leaving?"

"Not until tomorrow. That curse took a lot of energy out of my mom. She's tired and needs rest." Evita hums. "I think we'll all sleep well tonight. Well, except for the vampires since they don't sleep at all."

"Can't say the same about Sam. He'll probably supervise the wards all night and ensure Felix and Demetri don't come back." Jacob felt like he could sleep for a straight month. But he couldn't go home until he told Evita. Sam gave him the green light to reveal the imprinting to her.

Evita has to crane her neck to look at him. "He's a good leader, your Sam."

Was the imprinting that made Evita look so beautiful in the orange filter of the lowering sun? Her freckles appeared perfectly scattered across the bridge of her nose before they fanned out across her cheeks. Even the scars on her face didn't deter from her loveliness. Jacob simply didn't know. Maybe he'd ask you later.

"I imprinted on you." He hurriedly spits out.

Her smile falls a bit out of confusion. "What was that?"

Gulping, Jacob nervously rubs the back of his neck before meeting her eyes again. "I imprinted on you. The first time I saw you in Sam's driveway. . ."

Dark green eyes widen in surprise. "Really?" Imprinting, as she'd learned, was incredibly important to the shapeshifters. She'd seen Sam and Emily and you and Edward. A sacred connection that tied two beings together.

She takes a step back to assess Jacob fully. Jacob stiffens slightly but awaits her reaction. He can't read her face as Evita keeps her expression neutral in thought.

"So. . . we're soulmates?" asks Evita. Taking a quick look over where Edward is now standing on the steps, holding his hand out to you to help you up. You're practically beaming with a love aura when you take his hand and let him pull you to your feet. Eyes of the deepest green return to Jacob's face.

He nods his head shyly. "I'm sorry. . ."

A short laugh is exhaled from her. "Sorry for what?"

"Imprinting on you. You didn't ask for this. You just came here to help us." Jacob knows he's rambling but can't do anything about the fluid stream that continues to run forth. He just has to make sure Evita doesn't hate his guts.

"Hey, it's okay." Her fingers were warm to the touch when she pressed them against his forearm. "You don't have a choice in it. I. . . feel a little honored, actually. It's supposed to be a good thing, right? When you find your imprintee, it means you've found the best person for you and the pack."

He's staring at her with such awe. "I'm not asking for anything more than to get to know you. We can go from there. If that's okay. I mean- if you're even slightly interested in me."

She's laughing again. "It would be stupid of me to pass up such a cute, sweet guy like you."

Jacob felt like he could fly. "Yeah?" He curses the tremble in his voice, which reveals how relieved he was to hear that.

"That is if you don't mind the long-distance thing."

Smiling, Jacob vociferously nods his head. "I can do that."

Sam's cabin was bursting at the seams, a wild party being held as a celebration of sorts. Many were sitting on the cabin's front porch, chatting without worrying about stray vamps invading Forks. Some, like Leah, were gathered around the firepit in Sam's backyard. The kitchen door that led out to the backyard was wide open so others could easily travel about. Leah makes out the figures of Alice, Esme, and Annalisse in the kitchen. Though she couldn't be seen, Leah could hear Carmen's loud laugh.

Around the fire, Bella is shown a quick-fire trick by Nadege and Evita (whom she notices sitting incredibly close to a goofy-looking Jacob). Colored her impressed, Bella wasn't as useless as Leah first assumed. Dare she even observe that Bella's smile was blindingly bright. The younger wolves crowd around Nadege. Still, love-sick pups swoon over her as she completely ignores them. Rosalie and Kate watch and are thoroughly hooked on Nadege's little show.

Leah could even hear Seth's voice, which was far away. He was laughing- a sound she hadn't heard since their father died. Smiling to herself, Leah returns to sipping her soda and focuses on what Nadege will do next.

That is until Dieufel quietly sits next to her. She tenses up, refusing to acknowledge how her entire being reacted to his mere presence.

He's smoking something that she can't quite decipher but it has her nose twitching at the soothing smell.

Dieufel unlatches his lips from the end of his cigarette and exhales a long stream of smoke that reminds her of Annalisse's cursed snakes. "I don't think we've been properly introduced." He calmly says, catching her entirely off guard. "Dieufel."

Her mouth feels uncomfortably dry. "I know."

"And you're Leah Clearwater." Damn, his charming smirk and damn imprinting. Leah's grip becomes tighter on her soda can. It slowly crunched and folded underneath her grasp. She can't look at him. He'd easily see right through her and know her dirty secret.

Remaining silent, Leah chooses to focus on Seth, who is on the other side of Bella; when had he wandered over? He's smiling and says something to the witch-in-training. Bella smiles over her shoulder at the younger Clearwater sibling.

That only seems to make him smile. "I've heard you're a hard one."

"Excuse me?" She abruptly snaps at him. He doesn't react. Simply amused by her.

"That's alright. I'm a patient man."

Her temper gets the best of her as she shoots to her feet, attracting the attention of others. "Just what the hell are you saying?!"

He stares at the others before they avert their gaze. Wise decision. Many had just witnessed hours ago how Dieufel incapacitated a vampire so easily.

A burn flashes across her cheeks as she storms past the backyard's perimeter and into the woods. Anything to get away from the situation before her. Only the sound of footsteps followed after her as she stopped dead in her tracks.

"What do you want from me?" She hisses, a defensive stance squaring her shoulders and preparing her for a fight. The only fight she was really worried about was the one going on inside of her. Every cell screamed at her to get closer to Dieufel, touch him, and inhale his scent.

Dieufel sighs and stomps out his cigarette. "I know about your imprinting. I've known far before arriving in Forks."

A raging blush consumes the entirety of her face as Leah clenches down on her back molars. "This whole time. . . you knew-" She cuts herself off.

He holds up his hands in a calming manner. "I figured you'd talk to me about it after the situation with the Volturi was dealt with. But it seems you plan to ignore it."

"Exactly. What's the point in talking about it anyway? You'll be going back home anyway."

"I don't have to go home anytime soon." Dieufel counters slyly, taking her by surprise. "I can stay here for a little bit longer. Only if you want me to."

"Why would I want you to stay here?" Part of Leah loathes how curt she was being toward him. It was her only sense of defense from what she was feeling. Dieufel was acting far too casually about the whole thing as if he'd accepted that he was her destined mate. "More importantly, why would you want to stay? You should be running back to wherever you're from!"

Walking up to her, Dieufel puts his hands in his pockets and cocks his head to one side. "I'm not scared of what Fate deems my path."

"Fate." Leah derisively snorts. "So you'll let Fate take away your freedom of choosing your partner? You're okay with that? Being tied to a complete stranger for the rest of your life? You have no idea what imprinting really entails, too. The pain that goes into it."

She could feel the sting of tears gathering on her lower lashes. Leah damns them and everything about being a wolf. Mentally, she's brought back to the day when Sam first became a wolf. How exciting it was. Until her cousin Emily came to Forks, everything went up in flames. Leah had lost everything and continued losing everything.

Now, her being a wolf was causing someone else to lose their freedom of choice.

"When I was little, I lived for being in the sky. Nothing was better than the freedom of taking to the air in my bird form. But I looked forward to sleep most of all as it took me to the most beautiful forest. I was still in bird form in those dreams but didn't want to leave the mossy forest floor. I always looked for a small, gray wolf that weaved through the trees." His voice is tender. "I don't think of this as my freedom being taken away from me, Leah. Nothing can do that if I view it as another adventure. I will push forward with this adventure, but only if you are. I won't stay where I'm not wanted. But I would stay for you. To get to know the woman I've been dreaming of since childhood."

Leah's hands are trembling from his words. She'd turned away from him when she felt the tears' betrayal. "You won't like me when you get to know me. There's nothing likable about me."

"I'd beg to differ. Your brother has nothing but good things to say about you. The younger wolves admire you for being strong despite your size. Even Sam-"

"Don't talk about him." Her tone was losing its original venom as she was emotionally tired out.

"Let me decide whether or not I'll like you once I get to know you." Dieufel insists.

"And if you don't? What if I do get attached to you, and then you decide you don't like the person I am? What then?"

"Do you intend to let this worry stop you from taking a risk?" Dieufel counters. "Will you continue to live in fear of the unknown?"

"I'm not afraid."

Goading her on, Dieufel grins. "Then prove it."

Huffing in indignation, Leah throws up her hands. "Fine then. Stay if you want. I don't care." She walks around Dieufel, ignoring how his smirk makes her heart skip a beat.

He follows her back to Sam's house, the atmosphere lighter around the two as Leah grudgingly tolerates his close presence. "I can tell you're going to be fun."

"Shut up."

"As my mate commands."

"Don't call me that! We're not mates yet."

"Yet?"

". . . God, you're annoying."

You and Edward left Sam's fairly early in the night. Walking hand in hand without a real destination.

Winding up at the shores of La Push's beach, the two of you make a cozy spot on the sand. He'd never been on the rez's beach. Being over 100 years old, Edward was still surprised by how many firsts he was experiencing this late in his life. For once, he was excited about his eternal life. Especially experiencing life with you.

There was still worry about the Volturi's wrath, but with everyone banded together, that fear was lessened to something that would be dealt with in the future. Together.

"If I drive, we can make it to Seattle in an hour. I read about a botanical garden that is highly rated." Edward was buzzing with date ideas.

"Ooh, that sounds perfect! They also have an art museum. I've only been there once, when I was little. I've always wanted to go back." You catch Edward staring at you. "W-What?"

Tentatively, he reaches up to caress the side of your cheek that had the scar given to you by the lechuza. You unashamedly lean into it. You weren't expecting Edward to lean forward and place the softest kiss on your lips.

When you gasp, he immediately pulls away. "I'm sorry. I should've asked. We haven't even been on a first date, and here I am-"

"Edward, it's okay. I think we're past any normal dating rules." You giggle, and emboldened by his kiss, you beckon his face back toward you to return the favor. He melts against you.

Nothing could take away this moment from you.

Finally, the song of your heart that Edward fell in love with was no longer a sad melody but one of uplifting joy. Edward vows that he'll keep your heart singing that tune for the rest of his life.

Thank you everyone for sticking around till the end :) I know I could have continued this, drawn it out longer, but i've been working on this for years. I suck at story endings so very sorry if the ending is anticlimatctic. Also sorry for taking forever with the ending of this.

If i get the itch to come back to this story maybe i'll do like a epilogue chapter of something like that.

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[littlejuicebox]

Mindwinter Carol 5 / The Repeat

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Female Elf Sorceress OC

Word Count: 2.1K

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Summary/Setting: Based on the prologue/premise from my OneShot "A Midwinter Carol."

Astarion and the OC broke up after his ascension. She left Baldur's Gate for fifteen years, only to return just recently. Following the events of "A Midwinter Carol," Ascended Astarion has been convinced to pursue a new beginning. Will he be able to change who he has become, with the help of his ex-lover? Or will he ultimately fall victim to his pride and desire for power?

Preview:

Astarion was at the bar, absolutely seething as he downed drink after drink. By the time he caught a whiff of Eirianwen’s blood in the air, he must’ve been on intoxicant number four or five. 

He’d lost count. 

The Ascendant thinks he’s imagining the smell. It wouldn’t be the first time the memory of that particular bouquet haunted him. But then the coppery, sweet, all too familiar scent of both his dreams and nightmares becomes overwhelming. 

The immortal’s heart stops.

It’s a strange sensation, feeling your heart stop in fear. One the Vampire Lord had never known until now. 

Warnings: This will be 18+ / in game spoilers / OOC Ascended Astarion because it follows my epilogue / Eventual Smut / Angst, trauma, fluff / Gore

A/N: Ouch. Fun fact, Delilah is a reference to biblical Delilah and Samson.

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“Ani, help me do this. For us. Please.” 

Eirianwen is bleeding out, but she can barely feel it under the waves of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Astarion is clutching Rhapsody in his hand. He looks so lost and worried. He’s panting heavily. He’s drenched in splatters of crimson. 

She wants to reach out and comfort him.

But she can’t think. 

She’s lost a lot of blood. 

Everything is moving too quickly.

“Ani…” He says again, this time more urgently, begging her with his big, round, world-endingly beautiful scarlet eyes, “Please, my love..” 

She thinks this really may be the end for her. 

Her only thought is that she loves him. She loves him so much that it hurts more than the wound in her side. She wants to give him what he wants, even if it’s the last thing she ever does.

Suddenly, she’s using the tadpole to show Astarion the scars on his own back.

She loves him so much she’s ignoring the sickening sounds that arise as the beautiful hands of her lover, the very hands that have brought her impossible moments of pleasure and comfort, gouge giant symbols of a hellish contract into Cazador’s skin.

One moment of weakness from her.

The sickening screams of seven thousand souls.

And then everything goes black.

Astarion had been distracted by the scent of so much blood in the dungeons, the sickly-sweet, coppery, rotten smell overpowered his senses.

He’d nearly died after one misstep in battle, too distracted by the vile memories of this place to operate at his best. 

His weakness would’ve left Ani and his friends alone to face Cazador’s wrath. He’d almost been bested by the bastard that held him captive for two hundred years. 

And that bastard almost got to his Ani.

That bastard did get to his Ani before she blasted him away with ice.

Suddenly, he’s carving infernal into the bastard’s back; ripping into Cazador the way he himself had been torn into over and over again.

Cazador is getting off easy, in comparison – Astarion doesn’t need to make any revisions.

He completes the ritual. The feeling of so much power is overwhelming, at first, just like the coppery scent of this dungeon reminding him of everything he wanted to escape. 

Surely the new power will right all the wrongs, make him forget all the terrors of his past.

Seven thousand screams had been a truly horrifying sound, but it’s no matter, he did what he had to do. He did what he had to do to protect himself. To protect Ani.

After a moment completely engrossed in the feeling of so much raw power, he turns to face his lover, to celebrate.

And the first thing he sees as his new, all-powerful self is the sorceress collapsed on the ground before his eyes, Shadowheart at her side. 

How ironic, that the moment he gained power, he felt instantly powerless again.

Shadowheart was out of spells. They had one measly healing potion left between them, and that had been just enough to keep his little love toeing the line between life and death. 

The rest of the evening was a blur. He’d carried the elven woman back to the Elfsong; Shadowheart and Halsin did everything they could. 

His little love looked so fragile. 

He’d been so consumed by his push for power that he hadn’t even noticed the smell of Ani’s blood seeping out of her abdominal wound, drenching the layers of her robes in crimson. 

He hadn’t even noticed as she began to fade, pushing herself to give him what he asked for.

If she survived this, he would kill seven thousand more souls to keep her safe.

He would be consumed by nothing but her.

He would sacrifice his own soul if he had to.

He owed her that much… after everything. 

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Eirianwen doesn’t feel the blade insert itself cleanly between her ribs. But she feels it dragging between two rib bones as Edmund carves a searing arc through her flesh. And then the pain is gone almost as quickly as it appeared.

She tries to move, to cast a spell, but it’s too late. Paralytic oil surges through her bloodstream. Her hands are rigid; her thin fingers, well-made for both playing the piano and spellcasting, are stuck in a curled position. 

Useless.

Defenseless. 

Astarion was at the bar, absolutely seething as he downed drink after drink. By the time he caught a whiff of Eirianwen’s blood in the air, he must’ve been on intoxicant number four or five. 

He’d lost count. 

The Ascendant thinks he’s imagining the smell. It wouldn’t be the first time the memory of that particular bouquet haunted him. But then the coppery, sweet, all too familiar scent of both his dreams and nightmares becomes overwhelming. 

The immortal’s heart stops.

It’s a strange sensation, feeling your heart stop in fear. One the Vampire Lord had never known until now. 

In an instant, Astarion is sprinting toward the dance floor and throwing himself into the throng, searching for Eirianwen. All sense of decorum has left him as he shoves aside more than one dancing couple while looking for the sorceress.

By the time Ani sees the Vampire Lord, she is trapped against Edmund’s wide torso. The cold edge of the dagger presses flush against her neck; she feels a gush of warmth run down her side. Something like this is supposed to hurt, but the paralytics have already numbed around the incision. She vaguely recalls the last time she received a gaping wound to her side.

People are still dancing; no one besides Astarion has caught onto the threat. 

Just as the Ascendant is about to make the last dash toward Edmund and Ani, the sorceress hears someone behind them command “halt” in an airy, bored tone. 

Whispers of magic brush past Eirianwen and she watches Astarion pause on the tips of his toes, mid sprint, before his foot flattens to the ground. He is shaking with the effort to disobey the command; the look of absolute blinding wrath on his face was undeniable.

The damn alcohol had made him slow to react. Idiot.

A sudden gust of wind slams the crowd back, clearing a wide perimeter around Astarion and Ani. Several patrons in the crowd scream as they finally recognize the threat. 

Ani cannot see the woman, but she can hear the seductive purr that naturally rolls out of her voice as she speaks, her tone both cool and menacing, “Apologies for the interruption. But would everyone beside Lord Ancunin and his date depart the dance floor? No need for this to get… messier.” 

Delilah.

Eirianwen uses every last ounce of her strength in an attempt to blast this woman and her henchman with some kind of magic, but to her dismay she cannot move her limbs at all. She’s barely able to hold herself up; Edmund is bearing most of her weight. 

A strangled cry of frustration escapes her throat as chaos erupts and the crowd breaks away from the scene, running desperately from the building.

A bunch of rich cowards. Maybe she shouldn’t have saved them all those years ago.

Astarion is glaring daggers at the half-elven woman. Fucking Delilah. He knew the bitch was dangerous, but in his arrogance he truly never imagined she would dare to turn on him.

Delilah sends another wave of magic from her hands with a second simple, bored command.

“Kneel.”

Eirianwen watches in horror as the previously invincible Ascendant crashes to his knees, forced to obey the command by pink tendrils of malignant magic coiling around his limbs. It was terrifying to see the most powerful elf she knew crumble mere feet from her, outdone by a simple spell he’d unfailingly evaded as a mere vampire spawn. 

Her heart thuds in her chest, quickening the spread of the paralytics.

The reality is that Astarion feels the second compulsion, but this command doesn’t truly take. In a split second decision, he willingly dropped to his knees and let Delilah believe she had the upper hand. Anything to keep the focus on him and off of Ani. The smell of her blood was burning his nostrils at this point. 

The Ascendant suddenly thinks this all feels too terribly familiar. Has he become the predator, kneeling in front of his prey? 

Astarion’s eyes flicker to Eirianwen. And there, in the look on his face, the sorceress realizes that kneeling had been a choice. Ascendent or not, were the male elf truly trapped and forced to kneel before anyone, he would be unable to conceal the terror caused by his lack of control. She is certain of this.

But instead, the Vampire Lord’s face only contains rage mixed with the subtle flickers of the gears turning within his mind. 

Delilah reaches her hand toward Astarion and tightly grips his chin, forcing him to tear his eyes away from Ani and acknowledge the half-elf. She flashes him a sickening, arrogant smile as she stares down at the kneeling Ascendant, obviously quite pleased with herself. 

The woman murmurs, her voice deceptively sweet, “Hmm… I do believe this is the first time you have ever been on your knees for me. You’re so pretty like this, little Star. Shame it will be the only time I ever get to see it.”

She offers a condescending tut and a dramatic pout before lifting the hem of her dress and withdrawing a petite dirk that had been sheathed at her side. She grins as she flashes the blade at Astarion; she’s loving this. 

The knife comes to his face, The Vampire Lord feels a faint sting as she traces a thin line upon his cheek with the point, stopping to let blood drip on the blade as she holds the Ascendant’s gaze. Astarion’s jaw tightens and his nostrils flare as he chooses to allow the woman to move forward with her show. His hand balls into a tight fist.

“Hmm…” She hums as she examines the blood, and then her hands find purchase in his hair and she yanks sharply at the curls behind his ears, causing Astarion to grit his teeth in pain, “And for good measure.”

She uses the blade to cut a strip of the Vampire Lord’s curls. 

A yowl rips through the venue, and Edmund releases the blade that had been pressed against Ani’s neck; it falls to the ground with a sharp clatter. 

Umber has lodged herself on the man’s back, sharp claws digging into the nape of his neck as she uses her teeth to rip at his ear. He is forced to release his hold on Ani as the cat continues to voraciously defend the sorceress.

Astarion takes the opportunity and launches himself forward, knocking into Delilah on his way to Eirianwen. He barely manages to catch her crumpling form just as the doors to the venue burst open.

Wyll, Jaheira, and a Flaming Fist rush toward the altercation. Someone shouts a stun spell at Edmund, causing him to freeze and fall mid-scuffle, but by the time anyone turns to focus their attention on Delilah, she is gone. 

“Astarion–” Ani manages to choke out before her tongue stills within her mouth. Another strangled sound comes from her vocal cords as she tries again. Tears fall from the corner of her eyes as the Ascendant shushes her, quickly swiping at her cheeks to catch the falling droplets.

And then he forces himself to tear his gaze away from the sorceress’s face and fall into commander mode, clinging to every shred of his control and stifling his fear. 

But gods, he’s terrified. He hasn’t felt like this since–

No time for that now. 

“We don’t have much time,” Astarion starts as the others gather around him, “Jaheira, the rings I won at the auction, I need them. Quickly!”

Jaheira simply turns and sprints back behind the stage without another word. The Flaming Fist focuses on Edmund, working to restrain his passed-out form.

Wyll is glaring at Astarion, “I’m sure this is your fault you–”

“We don’t have time to place blame, Wyll!” The Ascendant snaps, “Delilah’s paralytics aren’t like others you’ve seen. If we don’t move quickly–” 

He stops. Eirianwen’s heart is slowing, he can hear it. 

His scarlet eyes, filled with the weight of a thousand things he’s never said, pierce into her golden ones. Blood trickles in thin streams down Astarion’s cheek but he doesn’t acknowledge it. 

“I’ve got you, little love.” The Ascendant promises, gripping tightly onto the elven woman. 

If she survives this, he will do anything she wants of him.

He will find his own soul again if she wants him to.

He owes her that much… after everything.

Ani suddenly thinks this all feels too terribly familiar. Can someone cheat death twice? 

The anguish Eirianwen feels because she cannot say anything is incomparable; she searches for an ounce of comfort in the beautiful eyes that haunt her dreams and nightmares. She is going to die, and Astarion will never know she found his mother. And his brother.

Her last thought as she’s gazing into Astarion’s all too familiar scarlet orbs is that perhaps this isn’t the worst way to die. Let her last vision in this life be of the rubies she willingly gave up and yet longed for every day thereafter. 

She will find them again in the next life.

Everything goes black just as Jaheira appears from behind the stage and runs toward them with the velvet box in hand.

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[antennaed-kenzy]

Clean House

❆ Baro Shoei x f! reader

❆ Warning: not prof-read, Little OOC

❆ Misc: Word Count: 1k+ 12 days of Christmas special with the Blue Lock Boys. 2/12 day with the clean freak himself Baro Shoei. Hope you enjoy it.

❆ In which you didn't have time for anything.

Baro was sitting on the couch watching TV. But someone was going back and forth in front of the TV on their phone. It bothered him but he couldn't say anything as she was busy with calls.

It's been happening every day since the start of the cold weather. {Y/n} mostly worked at home but she was never home. She was always busy dealing with other things on her list.

To which Baro couldn't say anything. If he did then the female would be more mad than him, and that says something. She might've kicked him out a long time ago if they weren't great friends.

"Yes, I understand your problem miss, but you not getting what I'm saying." {Y/n} was so done with this person and Baro could tell. He turned down the volume a little to hear their conversation.

"No, let's start from the beginning." {Y/n} had to explain the process again but this time she went a little slower and the person on the other line finally understood. "Yes, you're welcome goodbye." She hung up the phone taking a long sigh while sliding down the chair.

Baro might have looked like he was watching TV but he was in fact paying attention to his roommate. He really couldn't care about her, but she was ignoring all her other chores.

Again he never said anything as she can get way more mad than him. He saw her get up from the chair in her office and walk into the living room taking a seat on her chair.

{Y/n} faced the black-haired male motioning him to give the remote to her, and he did. The female changed the channel to the news for a quick second then changed the channel to a baking show.

The male didn't mind as he did like the baking show and it was her turn to pick what they watch anyway. And he didn't complain.

"Hey, Baro." She called over not taking her eyes off the show. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure what is it," He answered back looking at he awaiting the question.

"Do you like I should take the offer?" She looked over to him a plan look on her face. "I get more money, but also more work. It's a win-lose situation. Either more money but more piled up work."

"Yeah," He simply replied before looking back at the TV show. "Even if it's more work you'll get paid a lot more and eventually you'll catch up on the work and you'll have less work than now with more pay."

"I guess your right." She changed the channels one last time to another baking show. Maybe she should've chosen to be a chief instead of working online all the time. But it was too late now, especially because of the raise.

The next day {Y/n} got on a meeting with her boss to talk about the raise. Meanwhile, Baro was cooking up a small meal for the both of them this time.

His food was nothing to brag about, also since his roommate could cook an awesome breakfast with little to no effort. She was to busy to even think about cooking at the moment. That's why Baro has been doing everything recently. Even cleaning her room ever so often when he couldn't tolerate it.

There was nothing he could do though. He had to muster the pain and let the woman make money. He couldn't be the only one in the house making banking-- along with it wasn't his house. Short and simple he lived with her and paid his share of the bill.

The reason was simple too. At the time he was struggling to find a place and {Y/n} had offered him a stay for a while until he found a place. Then without even realizing it, Baro moved in and started to pay his share.

{Y/n} and Baro had been friends since the end of middle school. She was the only person who could talk to him and not cower away. Maybe that's why people never really approached her either. They both looked like people not to mess with, and their aura was intimidating when they were together in public.

The sound of a keyboard clacking was the only sound the female had been hearing for the past hour. She was still at her desk and Baro was serving her food. He was incidentally the maid at the moment. And he was for the past week.

{Y/n} has been working her ass off and didn't even get a chance to go out and enjoy the December weather. Meanwhile, Baro has been going shopping, getting decor for the house, and even wrapping some presents. The funny part is he was wrapping them at home and {Y/n} had no idea.

He got more rest the the female of the house and it was bothering him. Baro was a famous football player and he had time to rest. Meanwhile {Y/n} was sitting at her desk typing away with work. It all bothered him for some reason.

Wait, he knew the reason. Baro knew the exact reason why he was bothered by her. She hasn't been doing anything. She had been working day in and day out all because he told her to take the promotion. It all started because of him.

Baro knocked on her desk doors.

{Y/n} looked up from her computer for half a second to see who it was. "Come in, Baro," she called typing aimlessly.

The black-haired male walked in closing the door behind him. "Take a break." He said it with his full chest.

"What?" {Y/n} finally fully looked up from the blue screen. She had a confused face, to say the least.

"You heard me," His tome started to get cocky. "Take a break."

"I thought you said that, just making sure I heard you properly." She got up for her desk sitting in front of it.

"You did now take a break from work," He stated this time.

She nodded her head up and done. "Yeah. Just to remind you who's making the money here. You or me." She clapped her hands then pointed at him then herself. "Me right. Maybe you should take a break and stop talking."

Baro gritted his teeth balling his hand into a fist. "You need to take a break, {Y/n}! You've been staring at the screen day in and out I bet you didn't notice every present for you and me is wrapped. Or that the whole house is spotless. I've been doing all the work while you sit there typing away. I bet you don't even know the next week is Christams."

"You need to get up and walk away. Walk outside, I bet you didn't even notice the light rain. So get out of this room and go for a walk." He hit the desk in anger at the female.

The two didn't notice Baro was looking out for {Y/n}. He had been doing her chores and now telling her to take a break and go outside. The female took a sigh of defeat.

"Fine." She grabbed her closet in the closet putting it on. She walked to the front door putting on her winter boots. "You coming or not, Shouei?"'

The male put on his jacket and boots walking out the door with his roommate. The both of them had a nice walk, causally walking into stores and buying a small item. They walked until the sun started to set and neither of them noticed.

When they arrived home {Y/n} didn't even bother with work. She sat down on the couch picking a movie while Baro made the popcorn and gather chips and snacks. They even opened a few presents early since it was just the two of them.

Finally for the first {Y/n} was taking a well-deserved break. The house was spotless too which added to the accusation of maid Baro.

a/n: kind of a short one but I was busy today with finals and forgot to finish working on this. Anyway this also got a little off track but that's ok I brought it back a little. Thanks for reading if you made it this far, mind following if you liked this, you could like the others.

[water-lily-val]

“The Reason is You”

Synopsis: Hiori was never one to really celebrate his birthday. Maybe this year it will change.

Pairing: Hiori x Quinn

Word count: 4.3k

Cw: OC X CANNON, and they were roommates, slight suggestive, quinn and hiori having a friends with benifits relationship initially but both want more, alcohol, knife briefly mentioned, hiori having bad parents, small violence, slurs, may be ooc, i think this is all i hope.

A/N: Happy birthday my little blueberry baby! I hope a life of happiness, freedom and games await you. I know im a day late to his birthday but this is my first fanfic ive completed and i thought it would be fun to post it here. This is an Oc x Cannon story so it might not fit everyone’s taste, and if he is out of character please let me know so i can get a better grasp of his character :3

Hiori Yo has never been one to celebrate his birthday. The fact that the boy sat cross legged on his gaming chair in front of his gaming setup, the only sound to accompany the otherwise desolated sight would be the sound of Yo clicking away at the buttons of his console as he played another round of Monster Hunter, trolling children that were far too young to be playing this kind of game, and were staying up far later than they should, should have said enough about how lonely his birthdays have become.

In fact, Yo had grown to despise his own day of birth. For starters, he wouldn’t have been born if his parents hadn’t been so desperate to produce a child of enhanced physique. But there was more than meets the eye. Yo despised any event that required him receiving presents. Maybe as a young, naive child, he would anticipate his celebrations, always so eager to unwrap his immaculately wrapped presents that his parents had gotten for him. But with age comes wisdom, and soon the childish anticipation Yo had for his birthday faded away as the realisation that his parents never loved him, and only loved his potential, set in. He should have seen it sooner, the way they ignored most of his actual requests for a console or some games in favour of giving him new socks or soccer cleats. To his parents, Yo is nothing more than an extension of their legacy, a tool to achieve what they couldn’t as athletes. They never loved him for him, so what's the point of celebrating the day they brought him into the world? Or at least that's what Yo thinks anyway.

Besides, he's grown accustomed to the quiet nights, spent with no one else but him as he spends his birthday as he would any other normal day; playing games. I mean with him being 23 now and having moved out from his parents’ house, his nights could finally be quiet without being constantly bugged about soccer. Even now all his parents do is wish him a happy birthday every year over text and send him some money for soccer equipment (let's be honest we all know he’s going to spend that birthday money on games), and actually Yo likes it better that way. Nothing like spending his birthdays like this, in the way he's always wanted to since he was a teenager; just him and his games, with no disruptions from the world.

And it was all going so well too, till the sound of his doors turning snapped Yo out of his recreational zone. That's odd, no one should be coming over at this time. His roommate, Quinn, said he would be at a family dinner and would only be home the next day, and Yo wasn't one to interact with people unnecessarily, so an invitation was unlikely. Pulling off his headset and leaving his beloved gaming setup, Yo grabbed the metal bat Quinn had so carelessly left in his room the day before, and crept to the closed door of his bedroom. Soundlessly, the birthday boy made his way out the room, inching towards the wall that separated the hallway of this 2 bedroom apartment to the communal area. Pressing his ear against the wall, Yo could make out some hushed voices, clumsy shuffling and ungainly footsteps.

Yo could tell whoever had entered his sanctuary had intended to be silent, but were not doing a very good job at it. His grip on the bat tightened as he leaned in closer to listen. The words were not the clearest, but some words of conversation did make their way to his ears.

“Careful! We don't want to alert him!”

“Yer one to talk. Ya both loud and a clutz.”

“Does this really have to be a secret? Can't we just waltz in?…”

“No! And be careful! You're going to ruin it!”

Yo cautiously raised the bat to his shoulder, getting ready to defend his apartment from the perpetrators who have let themselves in. The moment he heard footsteps approach his hiding spot, Yo took a step out and swung.

“HOLY CRAP—“

A yelp sounded out as the man before him bent over backwards, narrowly avoiding the hit Yo swung the metal bat at his head. His deep blue hues widened as he recognised that Irish accent and that tuff of auburn that bled into sun blonde hair with streaks of seasick green and cerulean scattered throughout.

“Quinn? I thought ya said yer at a family dinner!” Yo gasped, rushing to grab onto the arm of the boy to prevent him from falling backwards as Quinn balanced himself in a limbo position, before immediately flinging himself back upright with a laugh.

“Well, I lied. Hell man. Why would you swing at me? With my own bat too? You dare use my spells against me?”

Quinn jest, chortling at the Harry Potter reference he used as he noticed the familiar metal bat in his roommate’s hands. Yo glanced between Quinn, and the other men in the room, all of whom Yo now recognised as his friend, before looking back down at the bat in his hand he just tried to swing at Quinn with, before breaking out into his own little giggle at how stupid he must have appeared to all the men in the room at that moment.

“Sorry! But maybe next time don’t sound like yer break’n in!” Yo chuckled as he doubled over, lowering the bat he held in one hand, with his other still holding onto Quinn’s arm. The adorable sight did earn a sigh from Tabito Karasu and a small chuckle from Yukimiya Kenyu, while Isagi Yoichi, Kurona Ranze and Otoya Eita just watched on in amusement, setting down the cake, presents and decorations down on the dining table.

“Baw baw bawwwww.” Eita humed, making the sound of a buzzer as he formed the letter ‘L’ with his fingers, only to receive a hand to the back of his head for trying to egg on the moronic behaviour of the two.

“Well it's good ya didn't hit Quinn, but can ya lovebirds quit bickering? Since the surprise is spoiled, might as well come and cut yer cake now Yo.” Tabito hollered, handing his longtime friend a plastic knife while Quinn pushed the boy over, his hands on his shoulders as Kenyu opened the box of the cake for him to slice.

“S-surprise??? Huh? W-wait! I thought I said I didn’t wanna celebrate my birthday?” Hiori panicked, waving his hands about in a defensive manner, still a bit disoriented from all that had transpired in the past few moments.

“Well—“ Kenyu chucked awkwardly, trying to explain on behalf of the group, before Yoichi jumped in, effectively cutting him off.

“Its Quinn’s idea.” Yoichi immediately started, pointing an accusing finger at Quinn, who shot him a glare.

“Hey you agreed to it too!”

“It was still your idea to start with.”

“Then why are you throwing me under the bus?!”

They bickered, much to Eita’s amusement as he egged them on, with Kenyu stepping in to try and stop them from going into a full on brawl right here and now. Tabito just stared on, an exhausted expression playing on his face as he rolled his eyes at the idiocy, rubbing his temple with a sigh.

“We know that, but it does feel weird weird if we don't at least get you a cake and some presents.” Ranze started, tugging at the sleeve of Yo’s grey hoodie to get the birthday boy’s attention.

“Quinn said that so long as it was small and with close friends, you wouldn’t mind.” Of course Quinn would say that. That boy has been pestering Yo about his birthday ever since he found out when it was. His incessant insistence on the fact Yo just can't do without a proper birthday party really drove Yo up a wall, especially in the days leading up to his actual birthday. Yo had had about half a mind to just whack his partner over the head with his soccer ball just to get the message that Yo absolutely did not want nor needed a birthday party into that dense skull of his. Quinn will ever fails to irritate Yo with his ideas does he? But just as Yo was about to let out a small groan at the persistence of his roommate, Ranze continued with something that caught his attention.

“He also said you deserve to have a good birthday that would be just about you and what you want for your birthday.” He hummed, repeating the word ‘birthday’ twice as he popped a cone shaped hat that wrote ‘birthday boy’ in bold blue letters adorned with glitter and pom poms all around the rim onto Yo’s head. It was tacky and the bright blue colour made it flashy, sure, but somehow, Yo couldn’t find it in himself to hate it. Ranze’s words stuck with him, even long after the boy had patted his back and walked away to try and help Kenyu break up both guys. “I… deserved it?…” Yo thought to himself, taking the atrocious looking hat off his head, taking a long and hard look at the unnecessary and gaudy decor, tracing the bold glittery font and watching as the glitter stuck to his fingers, before smiling to himself, letting out a small giggle. Of course Quinn would think that. That rich ray of sunshine really doesn’t have anything going on in his head besides wanting to see others smile does he?

Yo’s celebration was an interesting event to say the least. Before he could even enjoy a slice of his cake after blowing out the candles, Yo felt the weight of two hands at the back of his head, and one at the back of his head, and before he knew it, his head was getting bashed into the cake the twins, Liliam and Valentino, had so graciously taken the time to bake for him.

“What the hell?” Yo gasped, wiping the cake off his face as he spun on his heels to find Quinn, Tabito and Yoichi behind him, howling with laughter. Tabito had his head to the sky as his hearty laugh boomed and resounded against the four walls of this tiny apartment, while Quinn and Youchi stood there, doubled over with Quinn’s hands on his knees and Yoichi’s hands holding his stomach as he wheezed like a spoiled kettle.

Yo huffed as he watched his three friends guffaw at how absurd he looked with his face full of cake. “Why you!—“ Yo seethed as he looked up, face full of the sweet and love-filled pastry. The birthday boy made for a rather hilarious sight with his face fully smeared with the white frosting and cream coloured pastry. Quite a large portion of it was stuck to the frosty tips of his front bangs too. In retrospect, Yo should have known that if Eita was using his phone to film something, that suspension should be aroused. Then again you can't blame the poor boy for giving his friend the benefit of the doubt that he just wanted to record a sweet first memory for them to reminisce about in the future. In a fit of rage, Yo grabbed a chunk of the cake that was smeared across his face and chucked it straight at Yoichi, narrowly missing his shot as Yoichi dodged his hand by a hair’s breadth with a speed that only an athlete of his caliber could possess to be able to play well on the field. “Woah! Hey, it's just a joke!” Yoichi yelps as he borrows Tabito as a human shield, making the tall man take the next fistful of cake from Yo to the face. “Why yer….” He grumbles, before wiping both the cake on his face, and Yoichi’s smug grin off his face by shoving the chunk of cake right back at him, causing them to start throwing it at each other, much to everyone else’s amusement. But cake isn’t the only thing they are throwing. They are throwing slurs too. (It will seem Slursagi is back at it again… smh)

“Fight fight fight!” Eita cheered, his tone monotonous as he continued to record this golden memory. Pissed by his friend’s blatant ignorance of his temper, Tabito threw a chunk at him too, hitting Eita squarely in the face. “Yer shut yer pie-hole unless ya wanna get hit too!” Tabito snapped

Amidst the chaos, (that Eita is gladly filming on his phone, egging them on to keep fighting as he did back with the top 6) Kenyu gently taps Yo on the shoulder, offering him a soft towel to wipe his face clean, to which Yo graciously accepts. Yet before the towel could even reach his face, Quinn’s rough hands gently grasp his chin, pulling his sapphire orbs to meet Quinn’s burning amazonite ones. Even though Yo has seen those eyes countless times before, he can't help but find himself being drawn to it, almost like those eyes had some crazy leveled magic stats, cursing Yo to be forever lost in those gorgeous moss coloured eyes. He simply couldn’t pull away, not even if he tried. Yo wanted to question his partner, ask ‘what the hell was he thinking?!’, yet those words died in his throat as he laid eyes on the coy smirk playing on the boy’s plump lips, Yo’s own mouth only managing a quiver in place of words.

“Was his lips always this plump?….”

“Is that a new shade of orange lipstick he bought?..”

“Has his cologne always smelled like that?….”

“Was Quinn always looked this hot?….”

“Have his eyes always been this dreamy?…”

Yo was in his own world, the sound of squabbling from Yoichi and Tabito fading into the background as Quinn leaned in just a little closer, his warm breath fanning Yo’s increasingly reddening face. With Quinn being in such a proximity, Yo couldn’t help but focus on all of Quinn’s delicate features, features that no one else, not even Yo, had ever noticed before. The colour of his eyes that demanded his attention, every small curvature of his lashes that seemed like they were hand crafted, the way his orange lips curl into a grin that could only rival that of the cheshire cat, the way the smell of his cologne threatened to overwhelm all his senses and attack his respiratory system, god, it made Yo feel something. Sure they were roommates, friends with benefits, but has Quinn always been such good eye candy? It's a good thing he hasn’t wiped the cake off his face. If Quinn could see how flushed his cheeks were behind the cake smeared on his face, Yo will never hear the end of it!

“Is he really going to kiss me??? In front of everyone? Right now??” Yo panicked internally, his cheeks becoming impossibly more warm that he was sure he was running a high fever. Not even his frosted tips could conceal just how red the tips of his ears have gotten. Yet, Yo couldn’t bring himself to pull away, to push Quinn away. Instead he found himself closing his eyes, his pouty lips left ajar as he anticipated taking this leap into the next phase of their relationship.

“Boop! Gotcha nose!” Quinn’s euphoric laughter sliced through the silence in Yo’s mind, pulling the boy back to reality as he felt the cool frosting land on the tip of his nose. When he opened his eyes again, he found that not only had Quinn just wiped the custardy frosting off Yo’s lips, but that he had also smeared it back onto his nose! The audacity of this man! Here he was thinking they would have a break through in their relationship, and all this clown did was smear more cake onto his face?! Unbelievable!

But the way he licked the remaining frosting off his thumb in such a smooth motion… his have lidded eyes glancing at Yo with such a smug look… Quinn was really testing the resolve of the poor guy, and unknowingly, Yo was losing terribly. In a huff, Yo swiped a fresh batch of frosting from the cake and smeared it onto Quinn’s nose in retaliation.

“Haha! Pay back!” Yo snickered, flashing him a shit-eating grin. That boyish grin of his… though it might not be the best smile in the world (who am i kidding this little silly definitely has one of the best smiles in the world), it was just so… Hiori. The way the genuine joy of being around Quinn and his tender nature could be captured by a simple smile made it so unique, so him, that Quinn couldn’t resist the twinkle in his eyes.

“How about we all just stop?… At the rate all of you are fighting, Kurona is going to finish off all the cake….” Kenyu sighed, his voice finally knocking some sense into the 5 other men. After cleaning themselves off, all 7 men could finally sit down and relax and enjoy whatever was left of the cake. To be honest by that point you could hardly tell it was even a cake to begin with, all that was left in place of the once stunningly decorated cake was just piles of mush and icing.

“If the twins see what you've done to their hard work, they are gonna be after your heads ya, ya?” Ranze muttered with his mouth full, shoving another forkful of cake into his mouth. He practically looked like a hamster that was storing food in its mouth with the way his cake filled cheeks bulged.

By the end of the night, all that was left of the party was just empty paper plates once filled with the sweet pastry, empty gift wrappers, and a mountain of presents from various other friends like Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage, Itoshi Rin and the twins, alongside the original presents from the other men in the room, all of which, for once, were things Yo actually wanted or had requested for before, like a PS5. Along with the, presumably— dead, bodies of his friends as they laid passed out in his dining room or on the couch, probably from drinking too much of the alcohol Eita had brought to celebrate the first birthday of Yo’s that they have ever been apart of. Even the only sober people, like Kenyu and Ranze, have long gone home. Ranze had plans, and Kenyu had work tomorrow, so they both left early. In all honesty Kenyu bailed on being the ride home for Eita and Tabito, who were either drunk or downright wasted from drinking too much (Karasu drank a lot because Oyota got carried away and dragged him down too), hence why they, and Yoichi, are crashing at the apartment for the night. Now the only ones left sober (to some degree), would be him and Quinn. As Yo laid a blanket on his friends to keep them warm, Quinn’s drunken words snapped him out of the peace and quiet his mind had finally been able to achieve after all the festivities.

“Hey Yo?…” Quinn slurred a bit. He was drunk, but still coherent enough to respond properly, so he wasn’t that far gone.

“You're cute… like really cute. I'm not super into guys, but I'd let you hit…”

“Ya already let me hit, ya dumdum.” Yo chuckled. Quinn was always more chatty when he was drunk, well more so that he was sober, which would mean a lot since his mouth never seems to stop moving.

“I know… but like… I want more, you know?” Quinn babbled drunkenly. This boy will never stop giving him a heart attack will he?

“More like?….” Yo asked cautiously, warning himself not to get ahead of himself like earlier. yet he couldn’t help the warmth creeping up his neck as he waited with baited breath for his answer. Quinn surely wasn’t into men right?…. They were just physically, no strings attached.

“I mean you’re so nice… so friendly… makes me feel bad just being fuck buddies with you only…”

“I wanna be more… like… romantic more….”

Yo’s heart nearly leapt out of his mouth. No way. There is just no way. He's just drunk. There is no way Quinn actually wants that, right? He's just spouting nonsense! Oh please don't do this to him, not to his poor heart on his birthday…

“Stop saying that. Ya don't know what yer talk’n abt’. Yer just spout’n drunk’n nonsense.“ Yo huffed, his cheeks visibly pink now.

“No… I'm not…. A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts you know….” Quinn giggled, definitely gidy on the alcohol.

“Ya don't know what yer saying. I’ll believe ya when ya can tell me how many fingers I’m holding up.” Yo sighed, walking over to his roommate to tousle the blue and green streaks in his bleach damaged hair.

“Ten…”

“Quinn, I'm not hold’n up any fingers….”

“Four….”

Yep he's definitely gone.

“Quinn…”

“At least kiss me first….”

Yea Yo might be running a high fever now for the second time today. That's bold, but then again, Yo should have expected that considering how wild Quinn’s mouth can run. Should you ever need someone who will say the most out-of-pocket and filthy things, Quinn is your man.

“No, yer drunk. I'll kiss ya when ya sober up and ask me again.” Yo sighed, idly playing with the boy’s hair as he got lost in thought, allowing himself to fantasise for a bit about how great it must be to actually be able to kiss the Quinn Akunome. Would his kisses be soft and precise, prioritising pleasure and comfort and the enjoyment of being with each other, or hard and sloppy, with no actual goal in mind other than to feel him flushed against him? Yet Yo catches himself thinking this, and shoos all those less than appropriate thoughts into the back of his head. No, Quinn is his friend, and he's drunk. Yo should not be thinking about him in that light. But then again Quinn…. NO. YO, NO. NOT RIGHT NOW.

Quinn, oblivious to his friend's internal turmoil and moral battle that he is losing against himself, effortlessly grabs Yo’s attention again with another drunken request. “Then at least play Monster Hunter with me…. I promise I can still kick your ass even if I'm drunk!”

“Fine. Yer on, pretty boy.”

And that's how Yo found himself at 3am on the day after his birthday, next to a man absolutely drunk off his ass, spamming away at the brand new consoles Yo had gotten as a present as they try to defeat each other in a one on one PvP. Actually it was more of Yo absolutely crushing Quinn considering the boy is drunk out of his mind right now and can barely even see the buttons of his console right, let alone know how to play and defeat Yo in this state. But it didn’t matter to Yo. The way Quinn’s laughter filled the room, blending in seamlessly into the game’s soundtrack just made Yo realise how much Yo enjoyed being around him. Be it as a romantic interest or a friend, Yo simply couldn’t see his life without Quinn in it. The bastard had managed to worm his way into Yo’s heart and embedded himself far too deep into his life for Yo to try and weed him out now. But it's not like Yo wants him to even leave in the first place. He's more than happy to let Quinn have eternal residence in his heart.

As Yo defeats Quinn for the nth time tonight, much to the drunk man’s frustration, Yo lets out a boisterous laugh as Quinn throws a small fit like a child who was denied permission to get a toy, whining about how he would surely defeat Yo in the next round.

“Whatever ya say Quinn.” Yo sighed, patting the disheartened fella on his back before gently pulling him into his embrace, allowing Quinn the much needed rest from the amount of drinking and partying he did. “Ya can try again tomorrow…”

The shorter man protested for a bit, trying to pull away from Yo’s firm grasp, before finally resigning to his fate in Yo’s muscular arms and resting his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes with a satisfied sigh.

“To my one and only sadistic bastard… Happy birthday Yo…”

Yo sighed, carding his fingers through his fried hair, slowly lulled his roommate to sleep as he hummed a soft, soothing lullaby. Truly, there is no better birthday present Yo could ask for right now. This boy, for all his weird antics and shenanigans he gets them into, would always be his rock, his shoulder to cry on, and the reason Yo can smile again so candidly. Quinn has been there throughout everything, and Yo can only hope he will continue to be there in the future, be it as a friend, as a support, or even more. It is now virtually impossible for Yo to imagine a future that doesn’t have Quinn in it, and frankly, he doesn’t want to. Everything he could possibly want or need is here, in his arms. He couldn’t ask for anything better as a birthday gift. Maybe, for Hiori Yo, there might be a reason his birthdays are still worth celebrating and looking forward to, and that reason is him. With that newfound perspective in mind, Yo finally allowed himself to lean against the couch, with Quinn’s head still nestled cozily in the crook of his neck, and closed his eyes, letting the familiarly welcoming call of sleep wash over him as he fell into tranquil silence, his breath and heartbeat falling perfectly in line with Quinn’s.

“Yer right… thank ya… my one and only.”

[fyodoro]

NOT A CHANCE

Ft. Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, and Togame Jo

-> Someone seems a little too eager to ask you out on a date… somehow missing your boyfriend’s sharp glare from beside you. How is the situation handled? (1.4k words)

Cw) gn!reader, getting hit on, cursing, flirting, kinda suggestive in suo’s part at the end, reader is shorter than suo in his part, reader can fight + mentioned bullying in togame’s part, some of this might (definitely) be ooc but i wrote this with 2 hours of sleep and a redbull, so its okay ..

Sakura gets aggressive…

Haruka has never been ignored like this before.

He’s been excluded, sure. But ignored? Never. With looks like his, it’s nearly impossible to turn a blind eye to him. While he might’ve been accepted for his unique traits since coming to Furin, it doesn’t erase the fact that they’ve been the very bane of his existence for the past 16 years.

Oddly enough, he’d rather have his pale eyelashes and hair ridiculed again than sit through another minute of this.

“Ah, I’ve been rambling for too long, haven’t I?” your self-proclaimed ‘childhood friend’ apologized discreetly. “How about this, you give me your number and we can plan a day to catch up without constraints. Does that sound good?”

You cringed from the guy’s insistence, but before you could turn him down, Sakura interjected.

“That sounds awful,” he scoffed; wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer.

The male before you merely rolled his eyes. “I don’t recall asking you anything.”

Sakura’s brows furrowed, and you felt his loose hold ok you tighten in an attempt to keep himself somewhat grounded. This guy was pissing both of you off, but more so Sakura due to the blatant ignorance your “friend” was displaying.

He shifted his gaze back from Sakura to you, and slightly tilted his head. “Clearly there’s some competition here.”

“A competition you already lost,” your boyfriend grumbled under his breath.

“So tell me, what’ll it take for you to give in?”

Your previously nonchalant expression morphed into one of annoyance. You might’ve known this guy from when you were younger, but he’s practically a stranger now after so many years. His sly smile struck a nerve, not to mention his attitude towards the boy that stood next to you. All of it ignited a strong flame within you, one that made you wanna-

“Ah- Shit! What the hell is wrong with you?!” your old acquaintance cried from the ground.

Sakura’s arms were tense at his sides, ready to throw another punch if needed. He stood in a fighting stance you were familiar with, but this time, it was for your sake.

“Take a hint, man. Don't you get it?” your boyfriend spoke, retreating back to your side with a sharp glare aimed at his current arch nemesis.

He interlocked his hand with yours, holding it with a firm grip. “They’re already taken, not to mention uninterested!” Sakura barked with displeasure. “And if you don’t want that face of yours to get fucked up even more, I suggest you scram.”

The other male whined from the ground, hastily scrambling away in fear whilst clutching his bloody nose. Of course, he spouted one last insult once he was far enough.

“You’re crazy! You Bofurin shits are all out of your minds!”

You and Sakura could only turn to one another and laugh in amusement.

Suo becomes flirtatious…

Suo’s a relatively calm man. He always kept a small smile on his face, rarely allowing it to fall no matter the situation.

Although right now it was slowly starting to falter.

He stood next to you, hands behind his back with a threatening gaze towards the other man before you. Seriously, neither of you expected that this guy would start flirting with you after helping him gather his belongings that just so happened to fall to the ground as you both walked by.

But he seemed to believe it was “fate.”

“Thank you so much!” the stranger said with glee. “I really oughta take you out to show my gratitude. Is there any place that’d you-“

“Nah, I’m good,” you interrupted, rejecting his advances before anything could escalate.

Suo felt a brief wave of relief wash over him at your words. You were very much capable of standing up for yourself, but he still kept his guard up incase anything were to happen. While you were very clear about turning this guy down, he wasn’t ready to give up.

“Are you sure? I’ll take you anywhere you want! All you gotta do is name a place!”

Suo’s eye twitched.

“I’m quite positive. I’m sure my boyfriend here can do all that for me and even more, so if you could kindly back off that would be wonderful.” you placed a hand on Suo’s shoulder with a grin, displaying affection to get your point across.

“This guy? Seriously?” the stranger grumbled in disbelief.

“Yep, that’s me,” Suo started. “Your offer is kind, but you should know when to back down, yeah?”

“I think she should be grateful I’m offering anything, and the nice thing to do would be to take that offer,” he taunted.

Suo chuckled at the boy’s insistence. “She doesn’t owe you anything.” he stayed sternly. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You felt flustered at the sudden pet name, not to mention the feeling of his arm slowly slipping around your waist teasingly.

“Yeah, that’s right,” you responded, accepting your boyfriend’s display of affection as you both emphasized your point.

His grip on your waist tightened, and he slowly leaned down to plant his forehead against yours. His eye was half-lidded, and you could feel his gaze on your lips. Just as he was about to lock his lips with yours, the other male let out a noise of disgust.

“Oh god okay- I get it!” he gagged. He stepped away, bags you helped him gather in hand as his face scrunched up. “You don’t need to start making out! That’s gross! You’re both gross!”

He rushed off, turning the corner to never be seen again. Suo pulled away from you, leaving his touch to linger around your face and waist. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, flustered, confused, and annoyed all at once.

“I didn’t think you had something like that in you~” you teased playfully.

His hand went to rub the back of his neck. “Neither did I… I don’t think I can do something like that again. I just needed to get him to back off.” he replied bashfully.

“But you did leave me hanging there. Am I gonna get that kiss or what?” you asked genuinely, tilting your head in curiosity.

Suo sighed, and guided the back of your hand to his lips to plant a kiss.

“You’ll get the one you’re waiting for when we get home, yeah?”

Togame is amused…

Usually, Togame would be ready to swing by now. However, he’s too enamored by your pretty face as you spew a number of insults at your middle school bully.

“After all you’ve put me through back then, do you really think I’d wanna sit and chat with you like nothing ever happened?” you shouted in the middle of the sidewalk, catching the attention of numerous passerbys.

“I’ve changed!” he shouted back, arms thrown up defensively. “Don’t you believe in change? Or do you think everyone stays the same their entire life?”

You rolled your eyes with bitterness. “Just forget it, we aren’t speaking ever again.”

“Now just wait a second-“

“Didn’t you hear them? They told you to forget it,” Togame stepped in front of you protectively.

“No, Togame. Let me handle him.”

“Oh? Well if you say so,” he replied, stepping aside for you. He knows you’re capable of holding your own, so he’s not too worried. Still, he kept his fists balled up at his sides incase he had to step in at any point.

The boy you’ve known since junior high scoffed at your actions. “We ain’t fighting, pretty.”

“You don’t get to call me that,” you fumed.

“Oh? Does that mean only your boyfriend here can compliment you?” he taunted, a smirk forming on his face.

Togame sat back and watched with a sly smile, admiring the way your face scrunched up in anger. He had no problem with others complimenting you. In all honesty, he liked it. It filled him with pride. Others could want you all they want, but only he could have you.

And he loved that.

You threw a hard punch at the male’s face, knocking him off his feet and onto the ground. Togame only whistled from behind you in praise.

You crouched down to the other’s level, grabbing him by the hair to keep eye contact. “I don’t wanna hear shit from someone like you, that’s all.”

After dropping his head, you stood up proudly.

“Sorry I didn’t let you handle it, Jo.” you apologized meekly.

“Nah, don’t worry about it.,” he brushed off whilst waving his hand. “Besides, that was pretty hot.”

You punched his shoulder lightly with a slight smile. “Of course that’s what you were thinking.”

He hummed. “If you ask me, anything you do is hot.”

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[peachy-wolfhard]

He’s an asshole but he’s MY asshole (V)

A/N: ngl i cried writing the beginning of this, rewatching the season for this series has been rlly fun (except for the scene where Fei dies rip my queen), OH MY GOD DONT USE THE SCHEDULE THING BC THEN THE TAGS DONT WORK!!!

Taglist at the bottom, feel free to ask to be tagged in upcoming parts!

Warnings: ANGST, girlie u are going THROUGH it, Reggie’s a douche, more angst, y’all almost break up, reader is said to wear a dress but its only a passing comment, drinking, swearing, eating, five might be ooc bc i havent written for him in so long, smoking, sex implications

Word Count: 4.2k

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 Part 6  Part 7

     Laying on the pool table yet again in the Hotel Obsidian after your brother and other sister died. Can't seem to fucking escape this place. It's like Hotel California. Great now I’m gonna have that song stuck in my head. Laying on your back, head against the lip of the pool table, you admire the necklace Fei had got you when you were a teenager. Yours had said ‘Best’ while theirs said ‘Friends’. Originally they were black with white lettering but due to time, they had faded to a bronze color with black lettering from the years of filling them in with sharpie. Tearing up you curl into a ball and start to sob. My fucking family is dead, my fucking best friend is dead. Now in the fetal position, you full-body sob, not caring if anyone sees. 

     Ignoring the ongoing argument in the other room, you go to the buffet trying to find something small to snack on, finding an apple. Using your knife you peel and slice the apple, cutting it into little cubes. The thought of cubes breaks you again, dropping your knife on the floor and dropping to your knees. I want my family back, I want my fucking family, I NEED them. I need Alphonso’s shitty jokes, I need Jayme’s daily existential dread talk, I need Chris’ happy disposition, I need Fei. Sobbing you slide down the wall silently munching on the apple cubes. After a cry sesh, your arms fall to your sides, brushing the matted-down carpet. Looking forward all emotions drained out of you, feeling empty. Deciding to see what the other idiots are up to you head back toward the balcony.

     Before walking into the room you hear Ben and Diego arguing. Leaning on the column you watch them argue, numb. “Hey, you guys done? The universe is disappearing outside. So you can keep rearranging the deck chairs of the Titanic if it makes you feel better. But the fact remains that we are too late,” Five says. “Come on, Five,” “It's over Luther, we failed.” “Come on. It cant be over over,” Viktor says. “Yeah, come on, Five. We gotta figure this out, man,” Diego insists. “Okay. How about we take a step back? Look at the big picture here. Most of us have spent the last 28 days trying to stop the world from ending. What exactly have we accomplished?” The room goes silent, the Umbrella’s reflecting on their past 28 days. 28 days ago I wasn't in this shithole and had all my siblings. Walking from your column you stand next to Ben, his arms wrapping instinctively around you. Normally, this would make you smile but not now, not after half of your family died. “Well, we made some friends along the way,” Luther says positively. “Incorrect! You know what we’ve done? Nothing. We made things worse every single time,” Five corrects Luther. Leaning closer to Ben your head leans against his bicep sighing. “Don't save the world.”

     “Well, on that…super happy note, we’ve um--oh, what the hell,” Luther says as both he and Sloane stand. “We’ve got a little announcement to make,” “We’re engaged!” they say in unison. “Kill me, Jesus,” Ben mutters making you smile for the first time. Taking the flask out of his hand you take a long drink before giving it back. “Now?” Allison asks. “Yeah. Look, we realize the timing is less than ideal. But, obviously, it's now or never. Am I right, Five?” “Don’t drag me into this, please,” Five says while looking away. “What…Whatever time we have left, we wanna spend it with all of you. So we’re super pumped if you would join us in the banquet hall at 6:00 p.m. for a celebration of our love, and the official union of what's left of our two great families,” Sloane explains. “Dress code is creative black tie.”

     Sloane goes around handing out their wedding invitations when Reggie and Klaus return after being gone for days. Klaus explains that they were tangled up in a father-son end-of-the-world road trip. Klaus’ long explanation ends with him saying that he’s now immortal. Huh, so that's what Diego was talking about. After accusing Klaus of getting into bath salts, Reginald asks why we’re playing with jars. “They’re invitations. Luther and I are getting married,” Sloane says to Reggie. “If he goes to their wedding I'm gonna be even more pissed off,” Ben whispers to you. Ah, your wedding was a magical time full of arguing and absent fathers. Sloane hands him an invitation before Luther tells him space is limited and taking it back. Ben picks your invitation up and looks at it, “Ours were better,” he jokes. “Well I mean it's not like they have marketable powers like us,” you continue joking. 

     “Dad, have you been taking your pills?” Sloane asks. “As a matter of fact, I haven't. And I can confirm that I’ve never felt better in my life. You thought you could dope me up and slow me down, take control of my affairs and squander my fortune,” Reginald says, looking directly at you. He’s always hated me, accusing me of only being with Ben to get a hold of his money, the feelings mutual. “Well, Klaus here was good enough to wean me off that wretched poison, and now that the fog is lifting I can see all your dastardly designs with a bracing clarity.” “You took him off his meds? What were you thinking?” Sloane asks upset. Reginald is then sent into another spiel about how he's the only one thinking and then calls him an impressive young man, causing Diego to laugh. “As for the rest of you, your training is to resume post-haste,” Thank fuck some normalcy in your last couple of days. Ben and you quickly tell him that you're ready. You can tell he’s been waiting for this, to go on a big grandiose mission since the last huge mission was years ago. 

     Five and Reginald start going back and forth; Five mentions that he talked to Pogo. God, I can't remember the last time I saw him let alone heard his name, I miss him. “Nobody wants you here, Dad,” Luther tells Reginald. “Hey, you don't speak for everyone, big guy,” Ben replies holding your entwined hands up. I don't even wanna be around him, he’s done nothing but make Ben and me feel like shit. I mean he didn't even come to our wedding when it was at his own house! “Feel free to join him.” Before Reggie can continue with another one of his long tirades, Klaus interrupts taking him to ‘have a cup of tea’ in his suite. Diego leaves as Lila quickly follows him; Sloane then leaves presumably to go see what’s up with Reggie, leaving you, Ben, and the Umbrella’s alone.

     Walking past Luther and Viktor, Ben holding your hand and pulling you along with him, he overhears Luther mentioning his bachelor party and how “not everyone is invited.” “What was that?” Ben stops making the three of you look at him. “Nothing man, nothing,” Luther shrugs off with a quiet chuckle and smile. Ben quickly continues with you in tow, walking even faster than before. Getting to what you have claimed as your room Ben flops on the bed and sighs deeply. Flopping down next to him you ask “Is everything alright? You’ve been pouting since we left.” Ignoring you and rolling on his side away from you, staring at the wall. “Well, when you want to tell me I’ll be open, not gonna force it out of you,” you say walking towards the door baiting him to say what’s wrong. “Okay fine you pried it out of me,” he says with his usual dramatic flair, rolling onto his back, and staring at the ceiling. “It’s just…why wasn't I invited to the bachelor party?” he asks, completely serious. “Babe, are you joking?” you ask smiling thinking it’s just another one of his pranks. “No, why would I be joking?” he says turning and looking at you now sitting on the bed. “Well I mean you’ve been an asshole to them the entire time they’ve been here,” you tell him. “Listen, I’m gonna find Sloane and see if she needs anything before we get ready.” 

    Walking to what you remember is Sloane and Luther’s room, you start reflecting on Ben’s actions. Being that you were the only person that truly got to see who Ben was or wanted to be. For everyone (and even sometimes you) he wears a mask of a confident, arrogant leader but in those times when his mask slips you can truly see him. An affection-starved man craving any and all affection and recognition he can get. A man that just wants to be loved and seen by his father. Someone who has played a character so long that he himself doesn't know who he is. Finally, you made it to their room, knocking to the tune of ‘Shave and a Haircut.’ You can hear Sloane yell to come in, walking in you see her sitting in a chair hemming a dress. “Need any help?” you offer secretly hoping that she would say no. “Um, not at the moment but thank you,” she smiles. “You know I can't even believe it,” she confesses. “What the wedding or the end of the world?” “Oh shut up, you know what I meant. I just can’t believe I’m getting married,” she says smiling down at her dress. “I mean I always thought and dreamt of this day and now it’s finally here. Did you feel like this?” Sloane asks looking up at you like a little kid asking for their mom’s advice. “Well truth be told no, but that’s just because Ben and I aren't romantics, unlike you and Luther,” you say playfully rolling your eyes at the last part.

     “So it’s official. My ears are broken and the idiot with knives really can’t sing,” Ben says barging in on you and Sloane’s alone time, the first part making Sloane jump at his sudden appearance. “Diego. You know his name is Diego.” Caught in the middle yet again. “Maybe you should try and be nice to him and the others,” Sloane says running out of patience for Ben. “And why would I do that?” “As much as I’d love to work through your anger issues right now, I have to get back to this. The wedding is in an hour,” she exasperatedly said, patience wearing thinner by the moment. “Fei is dead,” Ben says, reminding you about half of your family being dead and you soon too. “Yeah. I know. And so are the others.” “Oh, so that's it? You’re just gonna turn your back on the Sparrow Academy? I mean you heard Dad. we have training to do. Something big is about to go down.” “Ben, shut up,” you jump in, defending Sloane. “I wish you were talking about my wedding,” Sloane says sadly. “Okay, Sloane listen to me--” “No. You listen to me. I’m sorry they didn't invite you to the bachelor party,” Sloane says ever the nicest person in the room. “I don't…I don't care about that.” “yes, you do,” you and Sloane say in sync. “You care more about being invited to the bachelor party than Fei or the others or even saving the world.” “That's--that's... That's crazy,” Ben says chuckling awkwardly and looking at the ceiling before putting the mask back on and going back to his serious leader act. 

     “Is it? The three of us have never been alone. It's always been the eight of us. Now it’s just you,” Sloane says, Ben scoffing at her. “So congratulations, Ben. you're finally number one of one.” Ben looks at you incredulously, “So you’re not a Sparrow anymore?” “Why would I wanna be one?” you say about to cry for the millionth time today. Ben’s face drops for a second, looking you directly in the eyes, sadness written all over his face. “You don't mean that,” he says quiet enough that Sloane can’t hear. “Maybe I do,” looking at him tears in your eyes. “What’s so damn special about them anyway?” Ben resumes the conversation with Sloane. “They’re a real family. They don't exist to sell action figures and tote bags.” “We were more than that,” Ben tries to defend. “Were we?” No, we weren't. We were only a thing to deter crime (which didnt work) and sell merch. Hell, my own wedding had merch. “Why is it so important to you to be a Sparrow?” that's what pushes Ben to leave, quickly he walks out the door just before trying to grab your hand and pull you along unsuccessfully.

     Time for a wedding! Dressed all fancy in a black gown that you found in one of the abandoned hotel rooms. You haven't spoken to Ben in an hour and a half, only seeing him here for the first time in that hour and a half. “What’s the deal with them?” Klaus leans to Five and asks. “I have no idea, could be because we’re all gonna die,” Five says matter of factly. Standing next to Allison, Ben walks toward you, “You look…so fucking good,” Ben says hoping to make amends. “Thank you. You look good too,” you say smiling while taking a drink of your champagne easing yourself into your night of hard-drinking. Standing next to you Ben grabs your hand and starts playing with your fingers smiling. “Hey. I love you,” he whispers, leaning into your neck causing you to smirk. “Love you too,” you say now giving him a sip of your drink. After that Luther and Viktor arrive, “I don't know. Normally, my tush looks good,” Luther says walking out of the elevator with Viktor. As soon as they walk out Allison and Viktor are already quralling. Luther whispers something to the both of them before raising his voice, saying “Bah, bah, bah! My day! Two hours. Do you think you can manage that?” Viktor replies with a ‘fine.’ 

     The elevator bell rings and everyone faces toward to elevator. The seconds that it takes for the doors to open are painstakingly long, making you anxious and excited to see your sister. This was the day she would meticulously plan out when you two were in your teens, documenting everything she wanted in a large binder down to the lighting, and now it's finally here; albeit at the end of the world and planned over a night and a few hours. Looking at her you smile, “Let’s get this over with before I die of cringe,” Ben interrupts the beautiful scene of Luther seeing Sloane in her dress and the sweet moment the two of you were sharing.

      The marriage was ordained by Klaus who gave a very eventful but meaningful officiant speech. Sitting on the left side next to Ben, you interact whenever Klaus says something that warrants it, such as him yelling “Can I get an amen?” to which everyone except Ben makes noise. Glancing towards him he's pouting again. I’m not his fucking mom, I’m not gonna babysit him the entire night. I actually want to have a good last day. “I pronounce you married as shit! Viva la apocalypse!” Klaus yells as Sloane and Luther kiss, making the tiny crowd cheer. After watching Sloane and Luther have their first dance, you start looking at the food spread; the cookies and brownies catch your eye more than the other foods. After putting the food on your plate (and grabbing a bottle of vodka) you turn around to look where to sit. You could sit with Ben and Allison and have the joy sucked out of you or Diego and Lila and have to deal with their mushy love talk or you could sit with Five, someone who you haven't gotten to know yet. 

     Sitting down across from Five he looks up from his food and nods to acknowledge you. Looking back toward Allison and Ben; the latter staring at you. “So I take it things aren't going so good with Ben and you,” Five comments chowing down on a pastry on the table and taking a looong drink. “Rather not talk about that, right now I just wanna get as fucked up as possible,” you say smirking while sitting the bottle down on the table. “Okay, I have some questions,” you say watching as Five pours himself another drink. “Are you actually like a kid or is it some time-travel fuckery?” you ask the burning question that’s been on your mind since you saw him and Ben fighting. Five goes on to explain the first apocalypse and him being stuck there for 40 years and how he’s actually a 53-year-old man. “Huh. so you’re a little old man,” you say as Viktor sits down next to you.

     Getting up from your seat after talking with your new in-laws, bottle in hand you walk toward Ben’s table and flop down in the seat next to him, setting the bottle between you two. The elevator bell chimes making everyone look over and see Reginald walking in, making the room so silent, even the music. Reginald walks over and gets himself a plate and starts looking for a seat. “What is he doing here?” Ben asks rhetorically.  “But who invited him?” “just sit and suffer with me,” Allison says making you giggle. “I can’t even get invited to a bachelor party and he’s invited to this?” “Wow. you really can't relax,” Allison comments making you giggle again. “Y/n, are you okay?” she asks, making a confused face at you now laying your head on the table. “Oh my god, how are you already drunk?” Ben asks in disbelief. “Well you see, in my grief, I perhaps stumbled upon the open bar and perhaps may have started the celebrating earlier than the rest. I mean come on, we’re on the edge of oblivion and you people expect me not to day drink,” you say smirking “And! I’m not drunk yet.” Leaning on Ben’s shoulder, you watch how awkward the wedding has become, no one making eye contact with Reggie. The awkwardness is semi-broken by Lila and Diego, Lila wanting Diego to introduce them. Watching them was nice, Lila and Reginald actually had things in common and got to talking, impressing Diego.

     After the nice moment between Lila and Reginald, Allison had gotten up leaving you and a now pouting Ben alone. Ben and you had managed to drink almost half the bottle in addition to the numerous glasses of champagne. Now you both were laying your head on the table staring at each other, Ben laying on his plate of shrimp. Klaus soon made his rounds to your table; he had been doing this all night walking from table to table and person to person trying to convince them Reggie is good now. Guess it’s our turn. “Hey, Ben-ihana and lovely little eight,” Klaus starts. “Don't hit me!” he jokes sitting down at your table. “I know we all ain’t been best buds in this timeline or whatever, but man, do I have a mission for you--” Ben interrupts him by belching verrry loudly in his face making you giggle, still laying on the table. “Eleven people,” Ben says ominously making Klaus question. “There are only eleven people left,” “Ten and a half, I’m not all here at the moment,” you say making Klaus chuckle. “Okay. Drunk Ben clearly likes numbers and… shrimp,” Klaus says still trying to recover from Ben’s shrimp burp. 

     “And you couldn't even invite me to your stupid bachelor party.” “Oh. Have we finally flicked off bad Benny’s hard candy shell?” Klaus says rubbing his arm. “Why don't you like me? Or us?” Ben asks making you move next to his shoulder, cheek touching his jacket looking at Klaus. “Because you’re huge puckering assholes.” “Okay, but you like the other Ben and y/n,” Ben says annoyed and clearly sad. “Yeah, we love the other yous,” Klaus says with a hint of sadness. “Why? What’s so special about them?” “Because he was a know-it-all. He was a scold. He was a tiny dark cloud on a perfect sunny day,” Klaus laughs after that. “What about me? What was so special about the other me?” you ask now becoming increasingly curious and intrigued. “Oh my god, they were a pain. An emo with a preference for sulking and being pretentious in a corner. Know-it-all just like Benny,” Klaus explains about you, well the other you. “Those.. those are all bad things about us,” Ben says after looking down at his shrimp. “Yeah, and they looked great on you two.” “Okay, you know what? We are so much better than that other Ben and y/n. I was number one--” “Twice,” you interject. “And-and they ripped people’s throats out.” “Oh yeah, did that all the time in my timeline. Does Dad give a shit?” Klaus says before asking Ben. “No. he was busy hanging out with you” Ben whispers poking Klaus. “Oh, man, methinks you might be trying a little too hard. Look around. Nobody’s polishing their boots or pressing their tights. We’re a complete and total shit show. Ya get it? And our Ben and y/n, my Ben and y/n, were just that kind of disaster and it made them ridiculously easy to love,” Klaus says, sighing at the thought of his deceased siblings, before getting up to leave you two alone. 

     The speeches started after Klaus left and went back to Lila and Diego’s table. Reginald was first, talking about Sloane when she was little, calling Luther adequate, and talking about how he wishes that his shortcomings will be seen only as a rough patch. “I’m proud to call you my children, even those I raised in a revenant version of myself,” Reginald continues, glancing around the room before stopping on you, making you look toward Ben in disbelief. Holy shit, the man that wouldn't even acknowledge that Ben and I are married called me his child! Reggie’s speech continues and finally ends with a poem, Allison leaves making everyone look toward the walking woman. “Makes, no sense,” Ben says still eating his many shrimp as everyone starts applauding at Reginald’s newfound kindness. “All right! All right! Time to turn those frowns upside down. This one is for all my party people in the place,” the concierge turned now wedding D.J says, as everyone gets up and starts dancing on the dancefloor. 

     Dancing around with your new family and husband felt nice, it felt like it was just a normal wedding on a normal day. After all of the fast and upbeat songs played then started the slow songs. Arms wrapped around Ben’s neck while his arms around your waist the both of you sway drunkenly together. Looking up at him, you plant a small kiss on the end of his scar making him smile, and put his face into your neck and start kissing it. “Noooo, stop,” you say smiling and pushing him away jokingly. “No, come back here,” he says pulling you back before snuggling his face back into your neck. Leaving the dancefloor you and Ben go back to your seat. While sitting and drunkenly talking Klaus shows up and the three of you start walking around the hotel property.

     Towards the end of the night Klaus, you, and Ben arrive back at the wedding noticeably more drunk than before. “Oh no no no no no!” someone shouts. “Klaus, why are you bringing Ben here?” Five asks. “Hear me out before--” “Hear him out,” you and Ben shout in sync as you take your shared cigarette away from Ben. “The brother that you all knew as Ben is gone. And not-- I don’t mean our Ben, the nice Ben. I mean this Ben, he’s gone now. The asshole, he’s gone now,” Klaus exclaims. “But that's what I liked about you, my asshole,” you say sadly looking at Ben. “Klaus, what are you talking about?” Luther asks. Klaus ignoring his question continues, “And the man that stands in front of you is new new Ben, and he’s one of us, and he’s a member of the team. And he’s part of the family!” Ben and Klaus shout the last statement in unison. “And as a welcome gift, I suggest we throw him off the roof,” Five says making you laugh. “Ha! They like me more!” you gloat at Ben. “Yeah, I’ll help,” Diego agrees with Five. “You know what. You know what. He can stay. He can stay,” Luther says. “And baby eight?” Klaus says holding your shoulders and giving puppy eyes. “They’ve been welcome to stay,” Diego says making you smile as you walk over with Klaus and Ben.

    Almost as soon as you sit down everyone starts heading to bed. Standing up you pull Ben along with you, “I’m ‘sleepy’ if you get my meaning,” you say to Ben too loudly. Taking a moment to understand what you meant, Ben then realizes it, “huh? Sleepy? But-- Oh!” he says before speed walking with you toward to elevator.

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[lilxberry]

I need you - Montgomery ‘Monty’ De La Cruz*

Requested By: @anabelleoriley

Hey it’s me again sorry I’ve been m.i.a recently I only saw this now. I was thinking along the lines of Monty & (female reader) maintaining a friendship that’s been going on since they were little, part of their unofficial agreement was that they’d never cross that line you know that thin between friends and Fwb … until they did cross one night in a tent during a camping the school was having, Things were super awkward the next day especially when he’d avoid her at every chance he got she felt really stupid and embarrassed thinking that she wasn’t good enough so she did what she always did which was flirt with guys just to boost her self-esteem a little (also she’s a natural flirt always has been) Monty got jealous/pissed so he confronted her… long story short they kissed & made up but also became official. I’d like the tent part to be smutty but the rest is in your hands sorry for the LOONG description i have a problem limiting my explanations lol 🙈.

Warnings: There’s some serious amount of swearing in this lmao. SMUT. Bryce (ugh). Jealousy. Zach being ooc? (Idk, it kinda warrants a warning simply because this ain’t our usual sweet Zacharcy, yanno?). I think that’s it but please let me know.

Words: 2,599

Pairings: Montgomery ‘Monty’ De La Cruz x reader (female reader)

(A/N: The ending is kinda abrupt but I always feel like when I get to the end of a fic, the writing goes down hill lmao.)

(A/N 2: Italics are flashbacks to the camping trip.)

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God, why did you do that?

Why did you both do that?

It was so, so stupid.

Everything was perfectly fine, then you both went and fucked it all up.

Fucking friendship.

Fucking camping trip.

Fucking Monty.

Of course, he’d fucking ignore you. Why wouldn’t he? Were you that fucking stupid?

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“C’mon, Y/N/N,” Monty started, his arm slung over your shoulder as you sit beside one another on the bus ride to the camping ground. “Once everyone’s sleeping, Bryce’ll be climbing in some girls tent.”

You sigh and with a roll of your eyes, you look towards your friend of who knows how long with a deadpan expression. “Not the point, Monts.”

He raised an eyebrow up and smirked cockily. “Oh yeah? And what is the point, exactly?”

“The point is, I don’t want to deal with your annoying ass in a confined tent, moving and kicking and snoring.”

Monty tuts and leans back into his seat, never removing his arm and in fact bringing you in closer to him. “So, you’re just gonne let me sleep all on my own in a tent when I could get murdered at any moment? It’s safer in pairs.”

“Then bring it up with your tent buddy that’s gonna abandon you for some pussy that’s most probably not even worth it.”

He snorted and eyed you playfully. “And who’s pussy do you deem ‘worth it’? Yours?” he teases.

“Obviously,” you remark with a roll of your eyes. “But I wouldn’t touch Bryce with a 10 foot pole while wearing a hazmat suit.”

“I HEARD THAT!” The oh-so familiar voice of Bryce calls from two seats behind, making both you and Monty laugh loudly.

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Needless to say, you gave in to Monty and his constant fucking nagging, because “he’s just so persuasive”.

Now you’re beating yourself up for listening to fucking Monty and going along with his fucking stupid fucking plan.

Now you’re stuck between a constant want of smacking the shit out of him and having him close and right by your side again.

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“I hope you’re fucking happy, asshole,” you retort as you climb in through the tent flap to join Monty in his tent now that everyone’s asleep and Bryce is tapping some ass that’s probably to desperate to actually realise that it’s BRYCE they’ve agreed to sleep with.

“Not so loud, babe. You tryna give us up?”

“God, I hate it when you call me that.” You mimicked dry heaving to really accentuate how disgusting you thought the word was. “It reminds me of all your sad attempts at losing your virginity.”

“Woah. I’m wounded, BABE.”

You snort and make your way to lay beside Monty, back against whatever cushioned the ground, eyes staring at the tent’s ceiling with boredom. You felt your side get nudged and you turn your head to face the brunette laying beside you, a crooked grin on his face.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“Oh god.” You groan and close your eyes, turning your head away from him before looking at him incredulously. “Really?”

“Oh c’mon. That was funny.”

“Shut up. Can’t we just like, I dunno, go sleep or something?”

He pushes your shoulder in a playful manner. “Pssh. You wanna sleep? When you have like the hottest fucking guy right next to you? In a tent? Where no one can see?” Monty raises himself to lay on his side, his head propped up by his hand. “So you’re really gonna deny this opportune moment to fuck?”

You make a sound, a mixture between a groan and a whine, all whilst bringing your arm up to cover your face. “C’mon, Monts. We even talked about this before. We set ground rules when we got old enough. We weren’t gonna cross that line.”

“Why are you so scared, huh? It’s not like it’s gonna change anything. We’re still gonna be best friends, we’re still gonna care about each other and never leave each other’s sides. The only thing different is that we’ve just relieved some stress, baby.”

You remove your arm from over your face, chancing a quick peek at Monty. “That’s not the point.”

“Plus, I doubt I’d even sleep with you if I was bored out of my skull,” you playfully added to lighten the mood. Yet, it did nothing to ease the tension that somehow formed between the two of you.

Monty crawled his way to hover over you, moving to settle between your legs which had parted in an almost natural reaction. His face was level with yours, his arms either side of your head, holding himself up above you. “Well,” he started, a smirk forming on his face. He leans closer as he whispers. “You certainly look very bored, Miss Y/L/N.”

You release a slow breath as you look up at him, and you felt your resolve crumble almost instantly.

“Why do I let you talk me into everything?”

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The avoidance of you Monty has been so determined to follow through with has annoyed you to no end; acting as if it had never happened, as if you were never apart of his life.

You were beyond fucking pissed.

The entirety of the camping trip after that night had been hell. Monty avoiding you at all costs. The rest of the trip allowed you to wallow in self pity and to consume yourself in self-deprecating, self-esteem lowering thoughts.

But now it’s a new week, a new weekend to be exact, a party at the Walker residence.

A new level of confidence installed within you.

God, who needs Mongomery De La fucking Cruz?

With a smirk, you see Zach stood at the kitchen island beside Justin, both with red solo cups in their hands filled with beer, both smiling and laughing and certainly having a good time. If it weren’t for the fact that they had broken up recently, you would easily see Jessica right by Justins’ side with her own drink, more of a vodka concoction in her cup.

Swaying your hips, you close in on the two, eyes set on Zach, your cup in your own hand although empty. Zach spots you just before you reach the duo and smiles at you, Justin following his friends’ eyes, his own gaze landing on you.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” he greets, all while you and Zach continue to look each other up and down.

“Hey Foley.” You spare him a quick glance only for your eyes to fall on to Zach once more quickly, the corner of your mouth quirking upwards. “Zach.”

“Looking good, Y/N/N,” Zach comments, his smirk hidden behind the rim of his cup that he follows with a sip.

“Not too bad yourself, Dempsey,” your smirk mirroring his own.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure.” You pass him your cup and move to lean against the kitchen counter beside him as turns to refill your cup, handing it to you slowly, allowing his fingers to brush against yours.

“Thanks.” You take a sip yet neither of your eyes leaves each other, and even when Justin cleared his throat and excused himself with a chuckle, you both continued the eye contact.

Zachs’ eyes leave yours for a moment to glance where warm bodies danced around and with each other before looking back down at you. “Wanna dance?”

You take another sip before taking a hold of his hand and pulling him towards the living room, walking backwards, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

You twirled in his hold once you reached the masses of sweating, drunk, dancing people and spun yourself into him, your back against his front, the two of you already swaying and moving against each other, your hips rotating against his.

You hook one arm around the back of his neck whilst you bring your cup back up to your lips, taking a generous sip of whatever alcohol Zach had poured you.

You feel his hot breath again your neck and the shell of your ear and his murmured, husked words sends a pleasant tingle shooting through you.

“You really look good, baby.”

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“You look so good, baby,” Monty breathed, his hips rocking into yours at a sensual pace, his cock dragging deliciously against your tight walls.

Your chest heaves against his as breathy moans escape you, your nails raking down his back, drawing red marks against his tanned skin, the muscles beneath your fingertips flexing with each thrust.

He ravages your neck with his mouth, biting and sucking deep marks on to your flesh, a loud pornographic moan that’s muffled by his hand coming from you in response to his hot touch.

“You look so pretty on my cock, fuck.” His pace fastens, your tits bouncing at the increase of speed.

Monty wraps his arms around you securely before flipping you both, his dick still deep inside you. “Ride me, princess.”

You do as your told, swivelling and rocking your hips, rotating them, bouncing up and down on his length, anything to chase your orgasm while bringing him closer to his own, palms planted against his chest, nails slightly biting at his flesh.

“Monty, fuck-“ A thin layer of sweat coats both your bodies, the inside of the tent now feeling stuffy and warm and just reeks of the stench of sex. You never understood how something, or someone could smell like sex, but now it all suddenly makes sense to you.

You feel a familiar tightening in your abdomen, twisting and turning and tightening and then- it snaps. Your body pauses its movements and quivers and Monty decided to fuck you through it while chasing his own.

He flips you both back over and fucks into you with a desperate want, a need. He brings one hand down to toy with your clit at his thrusts are fast and sloppy, uncoordinated. His mouth is on yours, muffling your sweet orgasmic moans, his tongue invading past your lips and swirling around your own.

A few more pumps and thrusts and he’s there with you, in a euphoric state as his climax comes round. His hips still, occasionally jerking as he releases into the condom wrapped around his dick.

Monty’s sweaty body collapses on top of yours and you both lay there in a sweaty, panting heap in the centre of the two-man tent, clothes, haphazardly thrown at all sides of the space.

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His jaw is clenched and the girl under his arm sat beside him on his friends’ couch is completely forgotten; she was boring anyways.

His eyes are solely on you and Dempsey, watching you move against him as if you have any right. But you do.

Montgomery De La Cruz had no fucking claim on you.

And he knows that. Very much so.

The girl tries to regain his attention but it’s a lost cause, simply shrugging her off and removing his arm from around her shoulders, leaning forward in his seat, his forearms resting on his jean clad knees, tonguing his bottom lip in anger and jealousy.

He watches tensely as you turn in Zach’s’ hold and raise yourself up on to your tiptoes to whisper into his ear before sauntering away and out of sight and like fuck would Montgomery not go after you.

He’s quick to move out of his seat, standing and following you out of the room and towards the kitchen, to which he enters and finds you pouring yourself another drink. Monty rolls his shoulder before walking up and standing right behind you, leaning over slightly, and speaking into your ear with an indifferent tone.

“We need to talk.”

He waits for you to lower the bottle before grasping your wrist and pulling out of the kitchen and in the direction to the stairs to find somewhere private.

As pissed as you are, you put no effort in to fight him.

Once up the stairs and satisfied with the empty room he stumbled upon, he pushes you inside and makes sure to close and lock the door before spinning to face you, who took it upon yourself to sit on the bed in the centre of the room.

“What the fuck was that?” he exclaimed, throwing his arm behind him and gesturing to the door.

You continue to act nonchalant, staying silent, gazing into the liquid inside your cup, swirling it around in your hand.

“Hello?” He sounds annoyed and you scoffed. Of course, he has the audacity to be annoyed at you ignoring him.

“So now you want to talk? I thought it was okay to ignore each other like what you’ve been doing to me since that fucking camping trip,” you spat, still refusing to make eye contact with him. “Why did you ignore me? Huh? Better be a good fucking reason.”

“Get a fucking grip, Y/N. grow up.” He scoffed angrily and ran his hand down the length of his face before looking at you. “Answer my fucking question. The fuck was that? What the fuck were you doing with Dempsey?”

“Why are you so fucking concerned, Monty?” You stood in anger. “Go back to cosying up with that blonde, yeah?”

“Oh fuck off, she means nothing.”

“Why doesn’t that shock me?” You laugh but there was no humour behind it. “Are you going to give me an actual fucking explanation why you’ve avoided me or not? Because I think I deserve a fucking answer.”

You begin to pace. “Do you know how that shit made me feel? Do you even have the slightest fucking idea how much that hurt?” Your voice began to break, your eyes were building up with tears, but you refused to give up now. “You hurt me, Monty. You really fucking hurt me. You said nothing would change, that we’d still right by each other’s side yet you left, you fucking left, and it hurt.”

A few tears had escaped by now, slowly rolling down your cheeks. You suck in a shaky breath and you finally look him in the eye. “So please, just give me a fucking explanation.”

Moments passed by and nothing came from Monty, not a single word. It was a response you didn’t like one bit. “Fine.” You cleared your throat and made your way to walk past him.

Just as you brush past his side, you feel his large hand on your wrist, pulling and turning you to face him and before you knew it, his lips were on your in needy kiss.

Monty removed his lips from yours and exhaled shakily as he moved to rest his forehead against yours. “I thought I fucked it, that I fucked it all up like always,” he whispered. “That’s why avoided you. I couldn’t fucking lose you like that. I never wanted to hurt you like that, I fucking swear.”

“And you didn’t think avoiding me would fuck it, either? Jesus, Monty. You’re a fucking idiot sometimes, y’know that?”

He chuckled and a small smile broke out on to your own face, too. “I really wanna try this with you. fuck, I wanna try this with you so bad but I understand if I’ve fucked any chance.”

“I wanna try this with you, too,” you whispered softly, eyes closing and hands finding his own. “But we need to do this slowly. I really don’t want to be hurt again, Monts.”

He nodded his head, his nose brushing against your own at the movement. “We’ll go at whatever damn speed you want Y/N/N.” his voice entirely sincere, not an ounce of falsity in it. “I just, I need you.”

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I didn’t know what I was doing with this

Like usual lmao

Just, I hope you enjoy it

If you want to be added to a taglist lemme know

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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[anonymouslosersworld]

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requested by @1-800-baddie

I don't know how to write a shy, Awkward character but I'll retry my best for you!!

warning: some head bashings, cussing, and maybe some OOC.

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It's all about believing in yourself and having confidence. It's a battle of the mind."

yeah right, my ass.

Like it's so simple to get your point across without rambling on in a never-ending ramble that gets lower and lower till no one can hear you.

It doesn't help that you're literally surrounded by the epidemy of loudmouth,over-confident, cocky members of Toman on a daily basis

Being shy and Awkward in toman is a normal thing. You have Hakki and Souya who are adorably awkward just in different ways.

But it's so apparent on you! You can't even hide it and believe me, you tried to overcome it.

But you ended up scaring the poor soul you were trying to talk to. You were so focused that you didn't notice your stare was intensifying by the second.

So you were often feeling dejected when you try to break out of your shell. Sometimes when you focus too hard on befriending others your stares get intense to the point that they get mistaken for bitch faces and your aura just looks like your begging for a fight.

Souya and Nahoya

The first time you tried to befriend Nahoya didn't go so well. He thought you were picking a fight with him and you almost got into it if it wasn't for his younger brother.

Thank the lord for Souya.

the three of you become friends and get along well. Nahoya begins to read your body language and starts to interpret your actions into words. He's used to Souya's little quirks and he finds that you sometimes have the same ones as Souya's. He basically becomes your interpreter which isn't exactly the best thing due to the fact that the man has no chill. He just adds you to the sibling lists and begins to treat you like a long-lost sibling. The twins know what your trying to say before you even try to say it. That doesn't mean Nahoya won't tease you though.

"Hey, it's..."

-you hang up -

Nahoya never forgets to tease you about how you get so shy on the phone that you hung up once you get flustered. He never lets you live it down!

how could you hang up on him!

you get better with overtime but you managed to fluster the Kawata twins when you first said I love you.

Souya and Nahoya were dropping you off in front of your home after hanging out all day. When you finally say your goodbyes it slipped out and you didn't even notice!

"Okay, time to go sweetie."

"Alright, drive home safely."

"yes, mom."

"Love you see you tomorrow!"

The sound of their bikes crashing was heard in the distance. They ended up with giant bruises on their foreheads from bashing their heads onto the ground from falling in shock.

Hakkai and MItsuya

You can't stay in the same place as Hakkai! It gets so awkward so fast. Like you both just ignore each other presence but eventually you two end up catching each other looking and just look the other way. You think this is your cue to maybe start talking Hakkai

"...Hey...Wanna have a talk??..."

"...."

"no?...okay," you say with a slight hurt in your voice and Hakkai can't take this guilt.

Please forgive him!! He's sorry! Thanks for trying though.

Mitsuya has the time of his life seeing both of you interact, well if you can call it that.

yeah, so, um...do you want to see that new movie? I mean, eh, not with me if you don't want..."

of you sweet summer child, Mitsuya will help you and he'll go to the movies with you. He sees you trying so hard to at least talk to both of them.

this once time Mitsuya caught you reading this book on how to communicate with the opposite sex and he just didn't know what to do. He didn't even know why you needed the freaking book until he heard you talking to Hakkai or at least trying to for the 6th time today.

"Do you think I am cute?"

They sputter, they both sputter in utter shock! Where did this confidence come from??

"I'm sorry! I just read a book and it said it might be that!!" you move your arms wildly trying to explain away the situation away to a shell-shocked Hakkai.

After that Hakkai begins to talk to you little by little.

Only to be completely shell-shocked again when you told him you loved them after you parted ways for school.

His jaw hits the floor when Mitsuya says it back. Mitsuya has to explain to him, that it's normal in your household to say it, even in his.

It takes him a while but he says it.

Baji and Chifuyu

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Baji was going to fight you if you kept up your murderous glares. You can catch these hands for free anywhere any time.

He was about to confront you until you stood in front of him. He just looks at you ready to fight if need be.

“You’re um really pretty.."

"??"

All that just for that?? Little Baji is confused. Now, look if Baji is getting pressed about you think of how Chifuyu reacted. He thought you were going to kill him! All you did was try to ease into talking with him about cats like Baji said but you couldn't come up with anything to open up the conversation. Baji thinks you're a lost cause at some point and he has to be in between you before you make Chifuyu look like a fool. Chifuyu eventually understands what you were trying to do and now knows your just shy and awkward.

"Baji!!"

"what?!"

"You're so cute, I love you!!!" you mess up his hair and run away.

sssh don't tell but he blushed a little. He was caught off guard so hard he didn't even chase you.

Chifuyu thinks you are in love with him. He thought you were confessing to him,

" yeah yeah, I love you. I'll see you in 2 hours."

"y-yeah love you too."

He panics and has a meltdown before calling Baji. He consults all the manga in his collection.

someone help this man.

Mikey and Draken

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You fought one of them not gonna lie.

it was Draken

you fought Draken.

What do you expect! You say nothing as you look at them. So he thought you were picking a fight.

Mikey will say it back full-heartedly

"I love you too y/n!!"

Draken takes his time and probably tells you when it's just you two or else he's taking it to the grave.

[celestial-ringleader]

I’m not done ranting about ToM, I just finished reading the damn thing and holy shit I’m fuming.

1) It says Pietro is supposed to be there, but he’s not shown AT ALL in the entire issue, not even in background shots. There was one (1) panel I saw where he might be there, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s listed as one of the main characters. Honestly what the fuck is marvel’s problem with Pietro at this point?? JP got more attention and even then he was only there for like a page or two and then promptly shoved into the background.

2) AND SPEAKING OF MARVEL’S PROBLEM WITH PIETRO WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN??

“You sound just like my brother” FUCK OFF WITH THAT. ACTUALLY FUCK OFF WITH THAT WILLIAMS. There is countless evidence out there that Pietro loves and cares for his sister, he would never talk down to her like that. If you ignore the shit writing he’s been getting over the past few years, he’s not this controlling asshole who would tell his sister that she deserves to have people be afraid of her. Even as shit as HoM was, all he wanted was for her to be able to live her life and not be killed by their supposed friends.

And to drive this home, PIETRO WAS NEVER EVER AFRAID OF WANDA. NEVER.

3) Continuing off this picture, why in the actual fuck are Tommy and Billy treating Wanda this way? Williams either forgot about Children’s Crusade or just didn’t bother reading it in the first place bc she would’ve known that this is OOC for both of the Minimoffs. And what happened to Tommy in the last few issues of this damn event, first he was calling her “mommy” and now he’s like “this is why everyone’s afraid of you”??? What the fuck happened?? Was it the plant people???

4) The title of this comic even is Trial of Magneto, he featured heavily on covers leading up to and into this event. Why is he not the focal point anymore? Why did this become a comic dedicated to bashing Wanda for shit that happened in 2015 again? And why is there no fucking trial? We were promised magnet family shit and we got this instead, no one has truly confronted Erik, the Maximoffs barely got any good panels, and the one time we saw Pietro being spiteful was in the first issue and then he was written out of it. Also Lorna barely got any good moments either despite her taking up a lot of the first book. How do you fuck up a good angst opportunity this fucking bad, Leah Williams?

5) Wanda looks too much like her white-washed MCU counterpart here and I fucking hate it. And I blame w*ndav*sion for it entirely. Not only did we get her back with Vision for some reason, but now we’re left wondering wtf happened with her and Jericho. And now she looks like MCU Wanda and I hate it so much. Bring back her curly hair and dark skin for the love of god, she’s a Romani woman and always has been.

6) Also turning a Romani woman into a boogeyman scape goat. Great. My favorite. That’s totally not racist on top of the other ableist shit here, but whatever. (I’m being sarcastic)

To sum up my thoughts, this event started out interesting but it’s very clear no one in the writers room had any idea what to do with it and instead decided to bring back HoM drama and throw in some random kaiju into the mix and hope fans would eat it up. And no, no one’s happy about this shit. Also to anyone who’s saying that the two panels of Remy and Rogue were good enough to make up for the comic, actually get some standards please. That’s two panels surrounded by a mess, I’m not gonna thank Williams for scraps if it’s surrounded by bullshit.

This comic was a mess and I hope that when it ends it’s promptly forgotten. Also I hope Williams never touches any of the Magnet family again.

[shiftingparadise]

Hi ❤ I know my request may sound a little ooc for Levi cuz honestly I think he'd be the sweetest guy to his s/o, but since I'm a sucker for angst I'd like to ask you for writing one with a happy ending if you're comfortable with it. So may I request a modern-verse AU where Levi gets her girlfriend pregnant after being in a relationship with her for months. Once she happily lets Levi know the exciting news, he pushes her away which leads to an argument where Levi tells reader he never wanted kids so either she'd better get rid of the kid or just leave him alone forever. The reader decides that she loves her kid so they break up.

(This is where Erwin walks in) Erwin's Levi and reader's good friend. In fact he always had a crush on reader and once he found out reader's pregnant and has no one (not even her family) to support her through which, he steps in and takes care of her. The reader goes thru so much struggles, not only bcz of not having Levi beside her but also bcz she does not have much support system except for Erwin. When reader's child is born Erwin confesses to reader and they get into a relationship. 2 years pass by until accidentally Levi confronts his child but the kid has no idea about her/his father so they don't know him. Once Levi realizes it's his kid and sees reader he regrets his decision in the past and asks her to get back to him but she tells him he wasn't there when she + their kid needed him the most. A few months later Erwin gets heavily sick where there's no hope for him and Levi tries to compensate the lost time for reader by being there for her. You can decide the rest 😁 Sorry this turned out to be long.

Here it is! I really hope you like it :3

Word Count: 4333

You'd been dating Levi for several months now, and honestly, things were going great. Levi invited you to live with him after 4 months. You gladly accepted his offer, you loved his home in the countryside. It was a small cottage, surrounded by a forest, it was an absolute dream to live there. However, you noticed you skipped your period, just to be certain you decided to take a pregnancy test. Needless to say, you were in shock when you found out it was positive.

'I'm home kid', you could hear Levi opening the front door, 'I've asked Erwin to have dinner with us somewhere this week, it's been a long time since we hung out together', Levi sighed. 'That's fine Levi, Erwin's always welcome', you replied from the kitchen. Levi walked over to you, and grabbed you from behind, placing a soft kiss on the side of your neck. 'You look cute when you're making dinner for me', he smiled. 'Levi, I need to tell you something', you turned around, 'What's wrong?', he looked confused. 'I skipped my period, so I decided to take a pregnancy test, and it was positive', you whispered with a smile. 'Huh?', Levi let you go, 'What do you mean?', 'It means we're having a baby', you smiled. Levi looked coldly at the ground, 'What's wrong?', you whispered, you could see he wasn't as happy as you were. 'Nothing', he replied coldly before walking back out the door.

Days passed and Levi barely talked to you, he didn't hold you anymore, he stayed late at work, he didn't even look at you when you asked him something.

'When will Erwin arrive?', you asked Levi from the kitchen, 'I need to know for dinner'. 'Around 6', Levi responded before heading upstairs. 'Do we tell him?', you almost whispered. 'Tell him what?', 'That we're having a kid', you sighed. 'I don't care', Levi shrugged his shoulders before heading upstairs. 'Levi what's wrong? Ever since I told you, you have been ignoring me', you started crying, 'It really makes me sad'. 'I've never wanted kids', Levi yelled from the stairs, 'I don't want it'. 'What do you mean?', you walked towards him. 'If you decide to have the baby, you'll need to leave', his voice started to shake.  'Wait, what?', you whispered. 'I don't want it Y/N, I really don't. I've told you over and over again I don't want kids, I'm not cut out to be a dad', he lowered his voice again. 'I'm having this baby Levi', you cried out. 'Fine, then you'll need to leave', he looked at the ground before heading out of the door. You never thought Levi would do this to you, to just leave you on your own when you were carrying his kid. 'I never thought you were a coward Levi', you whispered before he closed the door. You knew he heard you, he just decided you weren't worth a response. When the door closed, you fell to the ground. You cried your eyes out. Suddenly you could hear someone knocking on the door, 'Fuck that must be Erwin', you sighed while getting up, you hadn't moved since Levi left. You slowly opened the door, 'Erwin I'm sorry, but Levi's out', you whispered. 'Huh, what's wrong Y/N? I can see you've been crying', Erwin's eyes widened. 'Nothing', you lied. 'Don't lie to me', a kind smile appeared on his face, 'I've known you for so long Y/N, you can tell me. Did you have a fight with Levi?', his voice sounded soft but stern at the same time. You chuckled, 'I'm pregnant Erwin', you looked at him, 'Levi doesn't want the baby, so he asked me to leave', tears streamed down your face again, 'I don't even have a place to go'. 'Levi asked you to leave?', Erwin looked in the distance, you nodded. 'You're staying with me', Erwin walked inside, 'I'll help you get your stuff'. 'No Erwin, you're his closest frie-', 'No friend of mine will ask the woman who's carrying his child to leave', he said softly while heading upstairs. 'Erw-', 'You're coming with me, end of discussion'.

Erwin helped you to pack all of your stuff. He stayed silent the entire time, not a single word flowed from his mouth.

'Erwin, you don't have to do this', you sighed. 'Don't talk to me about this like it's a burden', he got up and picked up your suitcase, 'Let's leave before Levi comes home, I don't know if I'll be able to keep my composure when I see him', he headed out the door. 'Thank you Erwin', you said softly. You could see him pausing for a second in the doorway, as if he wanted to tell you something, but he didn’t.

Erwin took you to his home. When you arrived, he insisted on carrying your suitcase inside. During the ride to his place, you couldn’t talk. You were panicking, you had no clue what you were going to do. It felt as if you never knew Levi. Sure, he told you he didn’t want kids, but to just abandon you, the baby…

‘Y/N?’, Erwin’s voice broke through your thoughts, ‘Y-yes?’, you quickly looked at him, ‘Are you alright? You’ve been sitting on my couch for a while now, and since we left you haven’t said a single world’, Erwin looked at you. You noticed he was concerned, ‘I’m fine’, you forced a smile on your face. ‘Come with me, I finished preparing your room’, he turned around, ‘H-huh? Erwin that wasn’t necessary, you don’t have to clean up the mess I’ve made’, you looked down. You could hear Erwin sighing, ‘Y/N, this isn’t your fault. You’re pregnant, Levi should take care of you and if he won’t than I will’, he looked over his shoulder at you. ‘No Erwin I’m serious!’, you got up, ‘I don’t want to bother yo-‘, ‘I told you before, and I’ll keep on telling you, you’re not a burden to me’. You didn’t reply, if you did, you knew you would start crying again. The lump in your throat had already formed, making you unable to breathe properly. Erwin turned around to look at you, he could see you were on the verge of crying again, ‘I know I’m just your friend, I know I’m not Levi, but I promise you that I’ll take care of you’, he softly grabbed your wrist, ‘Come on, let me show you your room’, a small smile appeared on his face.

Erwin pulled you behind him. You always liked his place, it was cold and simple, but it suited Erwin. Even though the interior was minimalistic, it still felt cosy, as a home should feel. You knew Erwin for a couple of years now, you knew him as long as you knew Levi. The two of you immediately clicked, Erwin was always there for you when you felt sad. He always listened to your problems, but for the past couple of months, since you started dating Levi, Erwin became more distant. It hurt you, you didn’t know what you’d done wrong. Once the two of you were inseparable, but since you and Levi got together, he rarely looked you into your eyes when you talked to him.

‘Here is your room, it’s next to mine so if there’s anything wrong, just call out my name’, he slowly opened the door. You were speechless when you saw what Erwin had done. After a minute, you pulled yourself together, ‘I don’t know how to thank you’, you whispered. Erwin had cleaned the entire room, made your bed, you could see candles on the night stand (they were your favourite scent), but the thing that made you speechless were the flowers that were standing before the window. ‘When did you get them?’, you looked up at him. He smiled while looking at them, ‘I went out the backdoor an hour or so ago, you obviously didn’t hear me because I said that I’ll be back soon’, he looked at you, ‘They’re your favourite, right?’, suddenly his gaze seemed insecure. ‘Yes they are’, tears started forming in your eyes. ‘What did I do wrong?’, Erwin quickly asked. ‘Nothing’, without saying anything, you hugged him. You noticed he was surprised, but it didn’t take long before he put his arm around you, ‘I don’t know how to thank you Erwin. You didn’t even ask questions, you just took me in, without judging, without-‘, ‘Y/N, you’ve been one of my closest friends for years now, it’s only normal I take care of you’, he interrupted. ‘But Levi was your best friend’, you looked up to him, ‘Yes, he was’, his expression turned cold again, ‘I’ll never forgive him for abandoning you like this’. You slowly let go of Erwin, ‘Can you show me the bathroom?’, you whispered. Erwin let out a little chuckle, ‘If you look behind you, you can see a door in your room’, he pointed towards it, ‘There’s a bathtub in it, a toilet, a sink, a shower, everything you need. Please make yourself at home’, Erwin looked at you. ‘Thank you Erwin’, you smiled. ‘I’ll let you unpack, if there’s anything you need, call me. I’ll have dinner ready around 6, feel free to join me’, he turned around. You could see he hesitated before turning back around again, ‘I’m sorry for everything Y/N, I hope you feel better soon’, he softly placed a kiss on your cheek.

Several months passed, and you never heard anything from Levi. If Erwin hadn’t taken you in, you really would’ve been lost. You thanked Erwin every night before going to bed, he started to get mad at you for saying it so often, but you didn’t care. That man saved not only your life, but your baby’s too. He made sure the two of you would have a home, even buying all the baby’s stuff, putting the furniture together, making sure the house would be babyproof... Sometimes it hurt, you wished you could see Levi on his hands and knees on the ground, trying to hold the furniture together, cursing because the plan wasn’t clear… But Levi was never there, Erwin was. Erwin was there when you found out you were having a girl, Erwin bought you books about pregnancy, he took pictures of you, he made sure you were eating right,…

‘Erwin I’m serious!’, you smiled, ‘You need to try this!’. Erwin tried his best to keep a straight face, ‘Y/N, I’m not trying pickles with peanut butter. I know you’re craving weird things right now, but that’s not something I’m going to eat’, he looked at your hands who were holding the peanut butter and pickle jar. ‘Erwin try it, please!’, you shoved the pickle jar in his face, ‘No, I’m not Y/N’, he softly grabbed your wrist. Suddenly, it felt as if electricity was flowing through your whole body, you looked at your wrist in shock. ‘I’m sorry, did I hurt you?’, he carefully let go of you, ’No, not at all’, you forced a smile. ‘I can see there’s something wrong, don’t lie to me’, Erwin looked into your eyes. ‘I’m just nervous’, you said softly, ‘I never imagined my kid growing up without his dad’, you chuckled. ‘I’ll be there for her’, he whispered, ‘I’ll always be there for you two’. ‘I know Erwin’, you got closer to him, letting your head rest on his chest, ‘I don’t know how to thank you’, you whispered.

Several months passed, and you gave birth to a beautiful girl. Erwin stayed with you through it all, he even held your hand in the hospital, guiding you through giving birth. He was there when you first hold her. When you handed her to him, it was the first time you saw Erwin truly happy. There was no trace of his usual stern expression left on his face when he held her for the first time.

‘Here Y/N, we’re home’, he carefully guided you through the door, ‘Is everything fine with her?’, he looked at you. ‘Yes, everything’s fine with her’, you held her close to you. ‘I really like that name you picked’, Erwin headed over to the two of you, ‘It really suits her’. You looked at Erwin, ‘It was your idea’, you smiled. ‘Yes, I have excellent taste’, he whispered to the baby, ‘I’ll protect you from everything Rosemarie’, he placed a small kiss on the top of her head. Seeing Erwin with Rosemarie melted your heart. ‘I’m going to lay her down in her crib’, you whispered. After placing her in the crib and after making sure she was safe and sound, you headed towards Erwin. He was standing in the kitchen, ‘She’s in her crib’, you said softly. ‘Y/N, I need to tell you something’, he looked at you. ‘What’s wrong?’, you quickly replied, ‘We won’t stay here forever, don’t wor-‘, ‘That’s not it, I want you two to stay here forever’, he looked at the ground. Erwin walked to you, carefully grabbing you by your waist, ‘Y/N, I’ve been in love with you for years now. That’s why I became distant when you were dating-‘, he paused for a moment, ‘I want to be there for you and little Rosie. I want to make you happy’, you looked at him, ‘I love you Y/N, I always have, and I always will’, he smiled. ‘E-erwin, I don’t know what to say’, ‘You don’t have to say anything’, he whispered while placing his hand behind your ear, ‘I hope you don’t mind this’, Erwin said softly before kissing you. You could feel the electricity flowing through your entire body again, as if Erwin gave you energy, as if he charged you up.

After that kiss, you started dating Erwin. Your life was perfect. Erwin took care of little Rosie like he was her dad. Two years passed, and your life was picture-perfect. Even though you never heard from Levi again, you felt happy. Rosie got the chance to grow up in a loving family, with parents who cared for her.

‘Rosie?’, you turned around, you couldn’t find her. ‘Shit, I’ve only turned my back on her for a couple of seconds to grab some potatoes, and suddenly she’s gone. You were out grocery shopping before Erwin got back from work. Rosie started walking a couple of months ago, and ever since she could, she was all over the place.

‘Tch, what do you want?’, Levi looked at the little kid in front of him, ‘Where’s your mom?’, he tilted his head. ‘No answer, huh?’, he smiled. For some reason he found the kid adoring, ‘Come on let’s find her’, he picked her up while smiling at her, ‘So, what’s your name?’, ‘Rosie’, she murmured. ‘Well, that’s a beau-‘, ‘Rosemarie!’, you sighed out, you didn’t see who was holding her. ‘Y/N?’, Levi widened his eyes. You could feel your heart drop into your stomach, ‘Levi?’, you could feel a lump forming in your throat. When you saw him holding her, when you knew that was her real dad… ‘Give her to me’, you coldly replied before taking her from Levi. ‘I-is tha-?’, ‘Yes, that’s her’, you snapped back, ‘Your kid’, you gritted your teeth. ‘She’s beautiful’, he looked at Rosie, ‘Yes she is’, you turned around. ‘Look Y/N, do you maybe want to grab a coffee?’, ‘You can’t be serious?’, you turned around to look at him, ‘You abandoned us when we needed you the most, we never heard anything from you, and now, now you want to grab a coffee? You make me sick’, you said as calmly as you could, you didn’t want to make a scene at the local grocery store. ‘I can take care of the two of yo-‘, ‘Erwin takes care of us, like he did when you left us. Erwin was there to hold my hand while I gave birth to your child, he was there when she took her first steps, when she called him dad for the first time. Erwin’s her dad as far as I’m concerned’, you never hated someone as much as Levi. ‘Erwin huh?’, Levi chuckled, ‘He always liked you’, he said softly. ‘Well, you’re right. I have no one to blame but myself, but she’s my child, I deserve to see her’, he walked towards you. ‘Stay away Levi, leave. That’s what you do, right? Leave? Run away when things get hard?’, you could feel a tear streaming down your cheek, ‘Please, just leave us alone’, you turned around and walked away from him.

Levi never forgot little Rosie’s eyes, how much they looked like his. He wanted nothing more than to be there for the two of you, so he decided to call you every Thursday and Sunday, hoping you would let him see her more often. When you told Erwin, he was shocked at first, but Erwin told you that if Levi wanted to see her, he had every right. Erwin despised Levi’s actions, but Erwin was always just in his judgements. A couple of months passed, and Erwin started to get sick very often, he decided to see a doctor.

‘I’m sorry Erwin, there’s nothing we can do’, the doctor sighed. ‘No doctor, you don’t understand!’, you cried your eyes out. ‘We’re sorry, there’s nothing we can do. I’m afraid you only have a couple of months left to live’, the doctor got up and walked out of his office. You looked at Erwin, he was staring at the distance, ‘Erwin please say this is a nightmare, say that I’ll wake up soon’, you sobbed. ‘I’m sorry Y/N’, he said softly, ‘I don’t want to leave you or Rosie so soon, but I don’t have any other choice’, he had a small but ironic smile on his face. You could feel Erwin holding you tight, ‘If it happens, if I’m gone-‘, his voice broke, ‘Remember what I promised, I’ll always be there for you and Rosie, tell her that every day, promise me? She’s too young to remember me properly, so show her pictures of us and videos’, you could hear he had a hard time to keep himself from crying. ‘Erwin, please stop saying these things’, you sobbed.

But it wasn’t a nightmare, it was real. Erwin was sick, and just like the doctor predicted, after only 3 months Erwin was gone. This was the darkest period in your life, you barely had the strength to get up in the morning. You covered the entire bed with his clothes. When you smelled his scent, it almost felt as if he was still there, holding you at night. Getting up, taking care of yourself and Rosie, it was the hardest thing you ever did. Rosie cried out for him, you knew she missed him more than anything, and so did you.

You could hear the bell ringing. You sighed before placing the picture of Erwin back on your night stand. You opened the door, ‘Y/N’, you could see Levi standing at the door. ‘Go away’, you sighed before closing the door. ‘Y/N I’m not leaving until you talk to me’, Levi yelled, ‘Rosie’s at school’, you replied. ‘I’m not here for her, please open the door’. You let out a heavy sigh before opening, ‘What is it Levi?’. Levi noticed how skinny you were, how pale your face was. ‘Y/N, I know I was never there for you, but I’m going to be now. I don’t care how many times you throw that door in my face,I’m going to get you through this’. You chuckled, ‘Go away Levi’, you closed the door again.

After that, Levi returned every day, leaving food, clothes or toys for Rosie at the door. Every day there was a letter with his gift, saying how much he regretted not being there for the two of you and that he wanted to make up for the lost time.

‘Erwin what should I do?’, you sighed while pulling his shirt closer to you, ‘I showed Rosie your picture again today, she still misses you so much’, you closed your eyes, tears flooding down your face. ‘I miss you’, you sobbed. Once again, the bell rung. You got up, you knew it was Levi who probably left something again, but when you opened the door, you could see he was still standing there. ‘Y/N, listen-‘, he looked at you, ‘Are you alright?’, he said softly. ‘No Levi of course I’m not alright’, you laughed, ‘And you’re not helping me’, you snapped. You knew you were going to lose it, ‘Erwin died, and Rosie keeps asking where he is, I’m living in a dump, not giving Rosie the attention she needs because I’m tired, I’m so fucking tired Levi’, you cried out, ‘I can’t take it anymore, every day I’m getting more tired. I have no one, Erwin was the only person I had’, you sobbed, ‘And he’s gone’, you closed your eyes. ‘Y/N, I’m here, you have me’, Levi got closer, ‘No stay away Levi, stay away’, you started pushing him. He just let you. ‘Shit Levi, do something! Say something! For once, act like you’re here!’, you screamed out while hitting him. You could feel he got a hold of your wrists, ‘Calm down’, he said in a stern voice, ‘No I won’t! You have no idea what you’ve put me through, have you? We were so lucky Erwin was there for us’, you started hyperventilating. ‘Y/N, calm down, you’re going to make yourself faint’, Levi sounded concerned. You couldn’t speak anymore, everything started to spin. ‘Y/N?’, you fell on your knees, ‘Fuck Y/N’, Levi quickly picked you up, ‘Try to control your breathing’, he took you inside, closing the door by kicking it behind him. When he took you to your room, Levi noticed how Erwin’s clothes were scattered across the floor and on the bed. ‘Fuck Y/N, you can’t do this anymore’, he sighed while laying you on bed, ‘For what it’s worth, I miss him too, but you can’t live like this anymore, you need to pick yourself back up for Rosemarie, Erwin wouldn’t have wanted this’. You wanted to scuff at him, to tell him to keep his mouth shut about Erwin, but you couldn’t. You were too weak, too tired, too sad. Levi headed to the kitchen, when he got back he gave you a cup of tea, ‘Have you calmed down a little?’, he said softly, he didn’t look at you. You nodded, ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted like that’, you whispered. ‘No, it’s fine, I deserve it’, he sighed. You didn’t respond. ‘Look Y/N, please give me a chance to be there for you and Rosemarie’, his gaze met yours. You started to think about all the letters he left behind, you knew he was sincere. ‘Okay, you can see her if you want’, you sighed. There appeared a smile on Levi’s face, ‘Can I pick her up from school today?’, he stroked the back of his neck. You looked around in the room, ‘That would give me some time to clean this up’, you whispered. You knew you had to move on. Levi was right, Erwin never would’ve wanted you to let yourself go like this.

Levi helped you clean the rest of the house before heading towards Rosie’s school. When he left to pick her up, you talked to Erwin one last time.

You picked up the last shirt in the room, ‘I’m sorry Erwin, I need to let you go’, you whispered, ‘For little Rosie’, you sobbed. ‘I’ll promise you to show her pictures and videos from you, us… every day until I die. She’ll always know how much you’ve done for us, how much I love you’, you held the shirt close to you. ‘I need to live now, I need to live for Rosie. I miss you more than I can take Erwin, but I need to pick myself back up, please forgive me’, you cried out. You carefully put the shirt in the box with the rest of Erwin’s stuff and placed it back in the closet. You could hear the door opening, Rosie was laughing. You quickly went to see her. ‘Rosie!’, you sat down on one knee to catch her, ‘I’ve missed you so much baby’, you placed a kiss on her cheek, ‘What was so funny?’, you smiled at her. ‘Levi was telling me all kinds of stories from dad in the car, how Levi used to hate dad but when Levi noticed how great dad was, they became best friends’, you could see how proud and happy she was. ‘I’m sure Levi has more stories to tell you’, you looked at Levi while whispering thank you. Levi was smiling too, ‘I have a lot more stories about your dad Rosie, you want to hear some more?’. Rosie quickly nodded, ‘Is it okay if he stays for dinner mom? Levi is fun!’, she blurted out. ‘Sure Rosie, whatever makes you happy’, you placed a kiss on her cheek, ‘Go on, head over to Levi’, you smiled, ‘I’ll make dinner’. You could see Levi was shocked he could stay, ‘Are you sure?’, he asked you. ‘You can stay as long as you want Levi’, you whispered, ‘You make her happy, and if she’s happy, I’m happy’, you smiled. ‘Does she know I’m her d-‘, ‘She knows Erwin’s not her real dad, but I’ve never told her it was you’, you whispered, ‘I was going to tell her when she got older, but if you plan on staying in our lives.. I’m willing to tell her sooner’, you looked at the ground. ‘I’m never leaving you two again’, Levi looked at you, ‘I promise’.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Thoughts on how Chloes redemption arc was ruined?

Buddy I've talked on this A LOT but here we fucking GO! I'm putting this under a readmore because it's getting long!

Honestly it really just came down to TA deciding not to go through with it but not even putting in the effort to make it make sense.

Season 1 had setup, showing that she did genuinely care about people like Adrien and Sabrina. Yeah she's a jerk and doesn't seem to know /how/ to be a good friend but she cares about them.

Season 2 had more of this. And her actually apologizing and taking responsibility for things. Then we also see why she's a bitch(her mother's emotional abuse) and we do see her become a Hero for real! Someone Ladybug legitimately chooses to work with.

By Season 3, Chloé was getting better. It was taking time and she wasn't getting much help from others on /how/ to be nice other than being told to be nice, plus accidental sabotage from Mari telling her to get along with Audrey.

But there was still progress. The biggest episodes I point to are Miraculer and Startrain.

In Miraculer, she is the first person to ever fight off Hawkmoth's influence once he had actually begun speaking to her. We have had a few moments of people calming down or cheering themselves up when the Butterfly was aiming for them(both on accident and on purpose). But here Hawkmoth was already in her head and infecting her with his Magic.

Chloé was still upset and pissed and feeling ignored and neglected by her Hero. There was no one cheering her up. She just said 'no, I am a Hero, and I will not let you use me. I am not taking your power'.

Later she would go one on one with Mayura who is trying to manipulate her to the darkside, and Chlo tells her to go fuck herself. She is trying to be good and isn't going to help the villains just for little tastes of power and all that.

At the end, when told she can't be Queen Bee again because her identity was revealed, she takes that with grace and accepts it.

Next is Startrain!

Chloé was great in this. She saw a disaster and took charge, evacuating the train car and keeping people safe. She did this despite having no powers, and did what she could in the situation.

It's really just. While she wasn't perfect the rest of the episode, this is a big step. It's great.

Then we get to Miracle Queen......

There was just.

There were legitimate reasons for Chloé to be upset and venerable. Her parents were Akumatized. Hawkmoth confronted her directly and had her trapped. Ladybug seemed to have abandoned her, choosing a Hero who also should have been benched as their identity was also known to the public.

Her going along with Hawkmoth, either out of fear out out of anger, should be justified. The situation is fucked.

I would have been fine with her fighting back anyway of course. I would have been fine with her complying to save herself. Hell, I would have been fine with her lashing out because she was hurt and having a tragic fall into being worse and worse because of that.

But TA has decided that none of the context matters, she did it becuase she's 'an evil spoiled brat who can never change', despite the fact that she was changing.

Now we're in Season 4 and just.....

They're trying to emphasize the bad. Making her almost comedically worse than she was before any development. Making her do things that are incredibly ooc(like trying to get Adrien withdrawn from school despite getting him in in the first place).

They go out of their way to replace her with Zoé, emphasizing how sweet and kind and uwu she is compared to Chloé. But that's her only purpose. Literally anything she does could have been done by Chloé if they had kept where they were going. I like Zoé fine! But she only exists to fill that spot left when TA decided to take Chloé out.

And it's so wildly frustrating for so many reasons.

The biggest one I harp on is how Gabriel is still portrayed as a sympathetic person worthy of redemption with noble motives, despite being a grown adult supervillain. Even if Chloé never had any of the development in the first place, she is a 14 year old girl.

There's also the fact of how there was so much time spent on her that feels wasted. We had several episodes dedicated to her learning and growing as a person. But none of it matters. Why not take those episodes and give them to other underdeveloped characters?

Then we have the message it sends. Because there are kids out there who related to her in ways, and who want to be better people. Telling them they can't change is awful.

It's a hot mess and its frustrating every time. I sincerely hope that it eventually gets turned around, but I don't think it will happen anytime soon.

[iamnmbr3]

I saw the ask about having the person feeling like that the Loki show is objectively bad. I liked the show, here is why.

I love Loki, and I love the MCU, but I don’t go into any of it expecting consistency. Tony and Loki are my favourite.

Tony goes through character development in his own movies, IM3 especially that main canon just kinda ignores. So I didn’t go into work he Loki show expecting them to get him consistent or right. I just went in prepared to enjoy the show for what it is in isolation. I also know that no one looks at the stories they write for the MCU critically, so I try and turn off that for a first time watch.

I really like the show, that doesn’t mean I think they made it consistent or in character for Loki. I get why people don’t like it.

I really like the TVA and all the concepts it introduced. I really liked seeing Tom acting his heart out. And I really like Loki/Sylvie because I find something very compelling about a character who hates themselves, meeting another version of themselves and being able to love them. It is not a ship I’m going to write fic about but I like them within the show.

Basically what I am saying is that I go into MCU media with the expectation they will mess up at least one character or plot point badly every time. I like the media for what it is, and I appreciate whatever it brings to the table that I can then cannibalise into da works.

Yeah that's fair. Everyone has a right to their own opinion. Fandom is better when there are a diversity of opinions and we can all respect each other and engage in open and good faith discussion rather than attacking people for having the "wrong" views or trying to harass them out of fandom.

For me personally I feel like the show fails on 3 fronts.

1) To me it fails as a Loki show. I really enjoy Loki as a character and I wanted a show about him. And I didn't personally see him in the show at all. I saw a completely different character who does not behave, speak, act, respond, react, stand, emote, or make choices like Loki does. He doesn't even LOOK like Loki because they did his hair and makeup wrong. And that's really what I wanted. I didn't want Larry (as I call the show character). I wanted Loki. That was what was advertised and to me he was so ooc that he was unrecognizable. If I just saw a clip out of context and didn't know what it was from I would have assumed I was seeing Tom in a totally different role.

Thor Ragnarok felt like a different take on Loki that definitely retconned some of his personality and history, but still felt like an alternate interpretation of the same character in the sense that I could recognize the character as Loki (albeit a different version of him); some people liked that, other didn't. But here it wasn't that. It just felt like a completely new (and to me far less interesting and compelling) character. And beyond that it felt like the show went out of its way to make a mockery of the character played by Tom and by extension anyone who ever cared about Loki's character. Like it felt like a mean spirited caricatured parody. Loki is also extremely sidelined in what is supposed to be his own show. And it most certainly didn't feel like a show about Loki, which is what I wanted. So for me the show didn't provide what I was looking for.

2) To me it also fails on its own merits. If I view it in isolation without comparing it to previous canon and just view it as its own thing it also fails. The quality of the dialogue felt very poor. None of the humor made me laugh and it all felt very juvenile and forced. The plotting and characterization seemed nonsensical and all over the place. Like Sylvie sets off those charges and the episode ends on a cliffhanger with that but then it's never addressed later.

The reason that Loki and Syvie allegedly falling in love breaks the timeline didn't really make sense. Sylvie is going around murdering timekeepers and yet Mobius somehow immediately like and trusts her and says he prefers her to Loki. Loki and Sylvie are simultaneously presented as the same person and also totally different people. Loki allegedly learns self love but we never see that - we see him call himself degrading things like pathetic. And we see him think that Sylvie is better than him. That doesn't seem like self love. The romance feels extremely rushed and unrealistic and awkward and we aren't given a compelling reason for why they are in love or what they even have in common. Sylvie doesn't really have much of a character. Mobius and Loki don't interact much and Mobius consistently mistreats him but Loki somehow thinks of him as a friend. Mobius is portrayed as a good guy for cheerfully carrying out the TVA's ends but Kang is a villain for creating the TVA. The TVA seems to be all made up of humans even though it's in charge of all reality.

If Loki did bad things, then the TVA did worse things and thus are not moral authorities. If the TVA’s actions are acceptable then so are Loki’s. If Loki was wrong to violently impose his will on a planet (let’s forget about the context with Thanos for a minute) then the TVA is wrong to violently impose its will on all of reality in order to eliminate free will. If Loki was wrong to kill a few people, then the TVA was certainly wrong to kill trillions. And thus neither Mobius nor the TVA are moral authorities when it comes to Loki because they are infinitely worse. If the actions that Mobius and the TVA took are acceptable, then there is no reason to criticize Loki because he did far less than them. Etc etc etc.

The cinematography is also very poor and unprofessional and the costumes look extremely cheap and unprofessional. The whole story feels confused and disjointed. The directing is bad because the actors are all very capable but the performances often feel wooden and forced and fake. And the pacing is terrible. A lot of it drags and then plot twists come out of nowhere with no setup so it just makes them feel jarring rather than earned or entertaining. 

3) To me it also fails on a moral front. The show contains a lot of problematic depictions and messages and promotes messages that are offensive or even downright harmful.

Mobius gleefully subjects Loki to physical torture by leaving him to be repeatedly beaten in the genital area. This is a very clearcut and straight forward example of physical torture. And Mobius feels no compassion for Loki or remorse over what he has done to him. If anything he seems to find it amusing. And certainly the audience is supposed to find it amusing (which is gross and harmful messaging on Disney’s part). He also subjects Loki to psychological torture. This is a fact. There are multiple instances in the show where the TVA and Mobius subject Loki to treatment that would meet the legal definition of torture under both US law and international law. Furthermore, Mobius and the TVA are holding Loki against his will and forcing him to labor without compensation or any hope of release because they view him as belonging to a group of people (Variants) that they view as inferior and not really people. That’s a pretty textbook case of slavery. So objectively Mobius is Loki’s jailer, torturer, captor, and enslaver. And yet Mobius is presented as justified in what he does to Loki. The writer and director have even called it therapy. And a result many people have parroted this which is very harmful.

The queer “representation” feels straight out of bigoted propaganda. Loki’s personality traits have been retconned to map onto harmful stereotypes about queer men. He is overly expressive, makes grand gestures, is flamboyant, cowardly, dishonest, weak, bad at fighting, lazy, spineless, meek, unused to exercise etc. Now a person could be all these things and also happen to be queer. However, Loki was never like this before. His character was retconned to be this way only in this series where he is confirmed to be queer.

Furthermore, the entire premise of the series seems to be that it is funny and entertaining and justified when Loki is dehumanized, mocked, humiliated, hurt, tortured, beaten, assaulted, and/or robbed of his dignity. That’s the premise. That’s the whole show.

In addition to pro torture and pro authoritarianism and pro victim blaming messaging the show also has problematic depictions of black characters  (see here and here), Asian people (see here) and also has a lot of fludphobia and transphobia issues. And much more.

@nikkoliferous has put together a great compendium here of various posts explaining the various issues with the show if you're curious about why some people disliked it.