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chalkrevelations · 7 months

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At some point, in my copious free time (haha), I want to go back and really pay attention to who's the POV/framing character of each episode of Only Friends and what consequent impression we get of all the other characters from the ep.

At least partially because Ray's seemed like the designated punching bag in the wake of Ep 8, and I can't help wondering if that's influenced by his presentation from Boston's POV, which is not only pretty unforgiving in general, but is also the POV of a guy who's seemed to have had it out for Ray the entire show. I've seen people talk about how they find subtextual signs of friendship between these two, but if so, it's a friendship that's gone badly wrong. Boston's been consistently, deliberately mean to Ray - not just thoughtless or selfish, as he can be with other characters - since Ep 1, when he calls Ray a "burden" when he's drunk, echoing the language Ray uses for himself when he's at his suicidal lowest. Then add in the fact that Ray's the one who spilled to Mew about Boston and Top, setting off this whole chain-reaction that's estranged Boston from his friends group, as well as pressing on his issues about exposure. Yeah, Ray behaved badly, and he should never, ever snort up again because he's an asshole on coke, but there's also no way Ray's going to look like anything other than his absolute worst - practically malicious rather than a fucking mess - if we're looking at him through the lens of Boston.

Similarly, Boston's seemed, if not actually friendly, at least on decent terms with Sand - enough to feel like he can say what is or isn't Sand's usual stash. I ... don't know at this point if he knows that Sand was the actual leak re: Nick's sex recording, rather than Ray getting it directly from Nick? If he doesn't know, there's even more reason for Sand to come across as a stand-up guy stuck dealing with an absolute asshole - despite Sand also having some responsibility for what's going on between him and Ray. (Because a) I still want to know what Ray's dad wanted Sand to help him out with - and does Sand have some kind of ulterior motive for his interactions with Ray, at this point? And b) I question whether there wasn't a point that if Sand had stopped pushing Ray away by saying they weren't anything more than friends, Ray wouldn't have fallen into this thing with Mew so easily. Yo and Plug aren't just randomly breaking up in the middle of Ray and Sand having a fight. They're breaking up because Yo is Sand. Sand's commitment issues after Boeing or whoever, and the way that's affecting the SandRay relationship, in which Ray has made a ton of soft overtures, pursuing and pursuing, are Yo's commitment issues in a now-failing relationship that initially started because of Plug's courtship. It's maybe the most blunt-force writing we've seen in the show - Yo and Plug's relationship got fridged to make a statement about Sand and Ray's relationship.)

ANYWAY, just because Boston's not in a scene doesn't mean we're not seeing other characters through his lens, in his POV episode.

I also found Force's portrayal of Top in this ep interesting, including the way he interacts with Boston, given the visible discomfort and unease he's portrayed around Boston in other eps, particularly in sexual situations. Instead we get that weirdly companionable moment Boston and Top have, when Top doesn't take any shit from Boston, and in response, Boston doesn't take any offense to his threats. Cheum isn't the only one who looks to Top to solve the problem with the police - so does Boston. Top is actually pretty solid and steady and take-charge in this ep, but he also constantly looks kind of hangdog and whipped, and that may give some insight into how Boston tends to see him, as well as how he sees Top's current fixation on Mew.

Cheum is over-invested in Top winning back Mew, an amplification of her encouragement of their relationship since the beginning, and overall tiresome in her self-appointed role as cop-without-a-badge, but without any real force - nothing she says here manages to reach the level of dismissing Boston as a heartless slut in front of everyone and his date - which may indicate that Boston doesn't actually give a shit about Cheum.

Mew, on the other hand - the one who threatened to out Boston to his father and possibly the world via revenge porn, and all that after locking down Top in a chastity belt - spends his time either moping around and feeling sorry for himself or being a self-centered, smugly superior, thoughtless and sometimes malicious little fuck, encouraging his addict "best friend" to drink and do drugs with him, doing everything he can to make Top's life miserable including openly using Ray to try making Top jealous, and trying to poke his fingers into Boston's wounds - which of course Boston brushes off, because he'd see himself as above whatever Mew could throw at him. And then after all that, he can't even hold his liquor. Amateur.

Don't get me started on how soft and pretty Nick looks in this ep. I don't know if that's Boston's lens, or if that's just Mark Pakin.

#ray (of)#sand (of)#top (of)#cheum (of)#mew (of)#nick (of)#boston (of)#sandray #topmew #bostonnick #tonick #only friends #only friends the series #only friends ep 8

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oveliagirlhaditright · 7 months

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I started reading "Big Bad" and it's really great so far.

I love how the author has somewhat made it from the villains' PoV, afraid of the Big Bad Slayer come to destroy their world... and you almost feel bad for them and root for them. Almost.

That's definitely no easy feat and takes true talent. (It probably helps that Anya is one of the main main characters, and she of course is more gray than anything else.)

But the setup of the plot is great, and I'm curious to see where it goes and have my suspicions. The characters are wonderful so far. I'm definitely having fun in this crazy, backwards world.

Also, Anya and Angelus seem to like each other in this universe (moreso Anya liking Angelus thus far), which is definitely interesting. But I could definitely kind of see it in a universe like this (hell, Anya did check Angel out in the series proper)... But it's also so sad, of course, since they can't have fuzzy feelings for their actual soulmates in this world. Unless the ending goes the way I think it's going to.

Though I guess we do get some Angelus flirting with Buffy in a malicious way (I've seen it in reviews for the book), that in one way you would kind of expect of him/them, but then also not because part of that in S2 when he turned evil was because of their previous relationship that they don't have here. But I'm not there yet. We'll see how it's handled when I get to it.

I guess Darla left Angelus for The Master in this universe. ROFL.

Edit: Also, Spike is a bartender at the Bronze--that's become a vampire bar in this universe--which I love, because ever since I read a Buffyverse AU set in the 20s where Spike ran a speakeasy, this kind of thing has just made so much sense to me. And in this book, Dru sings there every night and Angelus owns the Bronze. LOL

Edit: I also love that I feel that this book, at least somewhat, has arguably gone to a darker place than "In Every Generation" (though I love that series!) and the Boom stuff, imo. Because after having a conversation with @bisexualblckcanary, I started to worry that now that Disney owns Buffy, it might be starting to lose some of its classic horror in its newest iterations... for obvious reasons. But at least this book shows that Disney is willing to let them play every now and then, perhaps.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy book #big bad #and one of the people who reblogged a post of mine i made about this book before it came out (where i was speculating about it) who guessed #that the buffy in this book isn't from the demondale universe herself: congratulations. you were right. lol #also: the smile time reference in the book made my whole life:)

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xerxeswitch · 5 months

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A New Bear Spirit Guest

-- Ever watched that movie called Brother Bear? It was an all time favorite as a kid -- Phil Collins' phenomenal music and the valuable lesson in that movie where the antagonist wasn't a person dressed in a black cape about to break into his villain score. It lived inside Kenai himself, and he underwent the journey to become what he hated (a bear) to understand them, acknowledge his wrong doings while understanding the journey to becoming the man he needs to be, and embodying love and its messages.

Anyways... I remember the scene where Kenai was boasting on what kind of totem he was going to get. He said something like, "I am expecting a sabretooth tiger for strength, greatness, you know, something that fits me." -- and he ended up disappointed when he got the bear of love totem as his step in becoming a man. He despised what he got saying "love isn't what it takes to be a man." ... ... While it may not be that way in particular with my situation, I had a spirit that has been following me for several months that looked like a bear. Even other readers saw him and commented what I saw too. I didn't think much of it at the time. I will say that the bear spirit didn't look like a normal bear, but this giant anthropomorphic beast trying to make itself look unassuming. ... Suddenly, a few weeks ago, I suddenly got an big head pressure and a voice asking me about this location on where he found himself. It was the bear spirit. I assume it was going to start out majestic or mythical as some make spirit work out to be at times. Nope, he was a very extroverted creature with a "himbo" mentality who wanted companionship. If anything he reminded me of that Security Breach game with Glamrock Freddy, or Perrito from Puss and Boots.

Even worse, he claims he doesn't like his real form very much due to some bad history, so he decided to shift into that form here and there which made me feel second hand embarrassment. (Nothing against it, I just personally found it awkward) (I'm also going to leave our personal details of his of course) (Just to be perfectly clear on this, I never cared about the characters/no hyperfixations, and I don't get hyperfixations unless it's my own work. Which adds to my confusion...) I wasn't the friendliest person to him because I was very cautious and territorial of my space, and so was my Family. But they ended up not minding his presence later which...shocked me. They'd usually attack anything that comes too close they deemed as an uninvited guest. But. I gave him every reason to just move on as I was acting annoyed and disinterested. Then the image of Kenai disliking the bear of love totem came to mind and I was mirroring his attitude about it. -------- The huge part of me really disapproving this at first was because of the use of using a fictional character as a form to approach me. About 95% of that happening is because the entity/spirit is a malicious/toxic type that uses that to take advantage of a host's interests and comforts, and uses that to get closer to prey on their energy at a better accessibility. I've seen it a lot happening and it's disturbing to say the least. I mean, it's not that far-fetched considering tales of malicious entities taking on the form of something innocent or a past loved one to get closer to their victim and undergo infestation in their lives. It's just been modernized. ... The reason I am letting him around me is because he feels familiar. That strange sense of deja vu. My energy knowing him and feeling alarmingly comfortable. That's honestly how I had made connections with my Family for the most part. He seems to have a sweet disposition and he ... well ... let's say mirrors some things that does remind me of Glamrock Freddy, much to my embarrassment. My pride was cringing. Despite me disapproving of this approach, I still drew him something based off of what he likes, and he turned into that form in the drawing...because he said, "It's specially made for me from you and that means a lot. I'll wear it and cherish it." ...Yuck. Sappy affection. (Family does this to me too though in their own way, and I actually appreciate it)

-- The one thing I noticed in particular about him is his sense of being overprotective, when he has absolutely no reason to be. I checked and vetted many times to see how consistent this is. I am honestly still vetting and this will continue for maybe several months to even a couple of years. (I'm distrustful as heck by nature with foreign spirits and entities, but I'm getting better?) I'm still getting second hand embarrassment about this and I might delete this post later if I feel like it. His name here will be F. (Not what you think) I'm still doing the vetting process intensely until I can debunk this experience or confirm what is happening. Anybody had a spirit/entity taking the form of a modern day fictional being? (Not Randy Stair style) I only had one experience where a current Family member I will call Shad here, took on the form of an existing character when I was a child...mainly to comfort me and not traumatizing me with is real form that I can handle now. But that's really it. He was a rare case. I find this spirit work really unorthodox and just...well...strange.

#witchcraft #spirit work #spirit companion #spirit keeping #spirit companions #i'm dying #no i am not tagging the fictional character's name

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pynkhues · 10 months

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your recent succession meta post is interesting bc i always feel like kendall gets babygirled/woobifyed way more than shiv and roman lol. especially on twitter/reddit at least, roman is often afforded little nuance regarding the whole mencken situation and “but fascist” is kind of used as a gotcha @ anyone who dares suggest he’s even on par with shiv and kendall, let alone not as bad as either of them (which is not how i feel mind you lol.) and then shiv is just so demonised and arguably less humanised and sympathetic. personally i think it’s a pointless argument and they’re all bad but all have good in them. i do think it’s p much canon that roman was hit the most though so im interested in your pov there? we only see logan hit roman, and it’s brought up by both shiv and kendall and made out to be something specific to him

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Oh, I definitely think Shiv gets the worst treatment and is regarded with the least nuance, but honestly, while that's forever disappointing, it's not surprising. Having survived many a fandom (including Breaking Bad, which was I think one of the worst for it's treatment of the women characters), it's the status quo and an indication of broader social views of women that rob them of agency and interiority. Gosh, even Kieran's not immune to it given the way he spoke about Willa and Connor's relationship and Justine Lupe's very elegant response to that. It's not necessarily malicious, it just shows how pervasive those sorts of views are.

And I'm sure it's different on different social media platforms. I'm not really on twitter or reddit anymore at all, so can't speak to them, but it doesn't surprise me that there are spaces where Roman is afforded less nuance. They're all complicated characters, and like I said in my original post, it does seem to be swings and roundabouts with the way characters are treated. At the end of the day, they're all deeply flawed and complex characters and they're all compelling across the board.

Re: the abuse - all of the Roy cast actors have talked about the fact that Logan hit all four of the kids, some probably less than others, but still - all four. We've only ever seen him hit Roman the once, but we've seen him come at Kendall and have to be pulled back, and I've talked about it in another post, but the blocking of the way Logan hit Iverson with Kendall out of focus behind his son to me read as a flashback without using a literal flashback.

Personally, I do think Logan probably hit Roman the most (although I actually don't think physical violence was especially common - Logan's rarely needed it to intimidate his children and the shock it was met with I think is telling), but I don't think the fact that Kendall and Shiv talk about it the way they do is indicative of them not having been hit themselves. I actually talked about this pretty extensively in this post if you're interested in a more detailed answer, but basically I think that Kendall and Shiv are the most in-denial about what they experienced, and I think the shared history they have in growing up together after Roman was sent to St Andrew's allowed them to create a shared narrative of themselves as the favoured children.

In other words, they lie to themselves, and they have that lie reinforced by each other. Roman's the one who got hit because he was the weak one. What happened to them is irrelevant, because they're the 'chosen ones'.

#i do think kendall is still woobified too anon #but i did agree with the original anon too in that i think kendall was treated with less nuance in s4 too #like a good example is the focus on kendall getting mencken elected to spite shiv #which it was #but that spite was born out of a genuine vulnerability from him earlier and her lying to him in the face of that #was what he did terrible and petty?#absolutely!#kendall is terrible and petty haha #but his choice is more complicated than just spite #and also gets to the heart of the show #which is that vulnerability and honesty is a soft-belly offered up to the claws of self-interest and he felt like he was bleeding #and so he punished her for it #and the world suffered as a result #hbo succession #kendall roy #roman roy #shiv roy #logan roy #cw abuse #welcome to my ama #succession meta

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toasecretsanta · 1 year

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A gift (1/2) for @m-arnie-xx from @bluefoxchild based on the prompt “If Diana didn’t come during TTT, so Apollo uses his own godly power to destroy Tarquin”

Warnings for character death and fire

Listen dear reader, I swear I never wanted this to happen. I swear on the river styx, on my sad and pathetic mortal live and if there is any chance it’ll make me sound more believable on my divinity as well. Although I’m not sure whether I’ll ever get it back. Or even want it back. If I should have it back. After what happened it might be better if I just… I don’t know, stay mortal and powerless forever. Yeah, I’d deserve that.

But you have to believe me, I am so so so incredibly sorry. And I know I should go apologize or something even though seeing me around is probably the last thing camp Jupiter wants. Also, an apology seems way to small as well. After all the only thing I’ve brought was death.

First Jason and now… by the gods why do I have to be forced to write that down. Why?!

But let me start at the beginning of my probably worst failure in history.

My mouth clamped shut as Meg ordered me to stop revealing important information to Tarquin. Sadly, my demigod master had been to late, I had already told him about Ella, Tyson and the tattoos.

Tarquin tilted his skull. “The chair in the back room… Yes. Yes, I see now. Ingenious! I will have to keep this harpy alive and watch her practice her art. Prophecies on flesh? I can work with that!”

“You’ll never leave that place,” Hazel growled “My troops are cleaning up the last of the invaders. It’s just us now. And you’re about to rest in pieces.”

Tarquin hissed a laugh “Oh, my dear. Did you think that was the invasion? These troops were just my skirmishers, tasked with keeping you all divided and confused while I came here to secure the books. Now I know where they are, which means the city can be properly pillaged! The rest of my army should be coming through the your sewers right about” -he snapped his bone fingers- “now.”

That’s when all hades broke loose. Suddenly the sounds of battle picked up outside the bookstore. Roaring cries of the undead echoed through the streets.

My wound throbbed painfully as the malicious grin on Tarquin’s face widened, twisting his rotten features in a grotesque way. His purple eyes glowed as they settled on me.

“See Apollo, there is nothing you can do anymore. I will take control over this city. I will turn every single person in here in one of my servants. And I will finally get my hands on what is rightfully mine, the books!”

Hazel howled with a rage I had never seen from her before. She shot froward, trying to land a hit on the undead king but before she could reach him, one of his zombie minions jumped into action to protect its king.

Now, I have to say, being able to grab swords with your bare hands is a really unfair advantage in a world where swords are the main weapons.

So naturally, out enemies could do exactly that. The zombie reached out and blocked Hazel’s strike with his bare, clawed hands.

The sudden stop made Hazel stumble dangerously, but she caught herself just in time to doge a strike from the zombie.

On the other side of the book store Meg was fending of another zombie and a ghoul, his oily feathers shimmering dangerously in the lights of the bookstore.

“It is time! Flesh!” It cried as it lunged forward to land a hit on Meg, but she was faster.

Tarquin just stood on the sidelines, watching the battle with interest and still grinning.

I wanted to help my friends. I wanted to jump into action like a superhero, completely destroy the army of the undead and save the day. If only I could get a burst of godly strength now. It would be a really good point in time. But because good things never come when you need them, at least not in the world of demigods, I did the only thing I could think of.

I pulled an arrow out of my quiver and was just getting ready to aim at Tarquin as the projectile began to buzz in my hand.

Wait… a buzzing arrow? Why do I own such a thing?

Oh right, the Arrow of Dodona. How could I forget that? My brain felt like it was slowly turning into mush.

“HOLDEST THOU ON AOLLO, YIELDETH THYSELF NOT TO THE UNDEAD KING!” Its voice pierced the fog of pain and confusion in my head. But it also made me notice the darkening of my vision in the corner of my eyes.

“Oh, a pep talk from an arrow… that’s fun.” I giggled. In this moment it felt like one of the most hilarious joke I had ever heard.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash somewhere behind me. But I really didn’t feel like turning around to look. Instead I just dropped to the ground, still laughing about the projectile.

“OH NO APOLLO, THY JOB IS NOT DONE YET! YOU HAVE TO THINKETH OF SOMETHING!”

It took me a few seconds to actually process what the arrow had said.

“But I’m so tired… I’ll take a nap now and think later…” I mumbled, ready to close my eyes and just fall asleep (and probably die and become a Zombie) in the bookstore.

“And- Oh look, my skin is turning grey.” I giggled again as I noticed the grey slowly spreading from my ankles up my legs. Somewhere deep inside me I had a feeling that grey skin was not something to giggle about but I was too exhausted to follow that thought. Instead I just stared down in fascination.

“NO THOU MUST-“ the strange loud voice in my head suddenly vanished. I looked around in confusion. But everything was way to blurry to make out anything more that colored silhouettes . I noticed a flash of green somewhere on my right.

I think I knew who that was…

Yeah, I had definitely met them before..

the name…

something with an M…

Micheal Jackson? No, had nothing to do with green.

M…

Meg! That’s right, her name was Meg!

Remembering her name was like a wake up call. I remembered again why we where in that bookstore. The ritual. I guess I failed that. The zombies. Oh an I was turning into one as well. Oops. Although my thoughts had been cleared a little they were still not entirely clear. I’m sure by now you are aware of that, dear reader.

But where had the arrow of Dodona gone to..? I looked around. Above me towered a dark silhouette. I couldn’t make out any features but the purple glow where the eyes should have been gave the undead king away.

He grinned down at me, in his boney finger the arrow.

“That’s a nice thing you got there… Tell me, what’s up with that arrow?” he questioned. Unlike the arrows voice previously I had no trouble understanding Tarquin. And the words formed in my mind all by themselves, I didn’t even have to think about them all that much.

I was about to tell him everything about the arrow as an ear piercing cry stopped me. Against everything that told me to keep on focusing on the king’s purple eyes I turned around.

Hazel kneeled on the ground, clutching her arm. Her sword laid abandoned a few feet away from her and over her stood one of the ghouls, blood dripping from his talons. Hazel stared up at the thing, eyes still full of rage and pain. But it was obvious that the battle was over for her. Her visible skin was littered with countless minor injuries and the ghoul scratch sealed her fate.

Meg had managed to stay uninjured so far, but she had ben pushed into a corner by five zombies. She still fought them off viciously but I could see the exhaustion setting in. She would not last much longer either.

Through the fog in my brain the realization slowly settled in. We had lost. The ritual had failed. We would not get any godly support.

I could feel my mortal heart slowly getting weaker and weaker. But at least I could think almost straight again. What cruel irony. I had been incapable of doing anything when we still stood a chance and now I could just watch my friends meet their impending doom. The bookstore felt unbearably cold.

Above me, Tarquin laughed. His rough voice echoed in my head.

“Yes, watch it Apollo. All your precious friends will soon be mine. Hazel has already been affected, now only Meg is left… but not for long. Feast on her flesh my loyal servants!” He called out.

The five Zombies jumped at Meg.

No.

No!

This could not happen. It couldn’t end like this. We were supposed to fight Nero together and I would regain my godhood by defeating Python. We couldn’t die now to Tarquin.

Something inside me awakened. I would not let it end like this. We would survive. Somehow. I would make it possible. I will make it possible. And if I had to fight Zeus and the Fates myself. Meg would not die here today and neither would I. Tarquin could not turn the entire city into minions for his kingdom of undead and he would also not get his hands on Tyson or Ella.

No matter the price, I could not let that happen.

A strange feeling started to rise in my chest. At first it was only warm. But then it got hotter and hotter. It spread through my veins. It spread until it had reached my fingers and toes.

Pure power rushed through me. It was a weird feeling but in that moment it felt good and right. That’s how I’m supposed to be like. That’s the power I was supposed to have.

The burning got almost unbearably. The Sybil’s chains were nothing compared to the powerful heat coursing through me.

I could feel it concentrating around my fingers. I questioned for a second whether my puny Lester form could actually handle that kind of power but I had no time for that now. As long as I had my powers, I had to use it to get rid of the undead within the city. And I had to save Meg. And make sure Tarquin could not reach Tyson and Ella.

I could do it.

I don’t exactly know what happened next. I only remember how a ray of divine light bursting from my body. Everything around me vanished into such a bright white it hurt my mortal eyes and for a second I thought I had gone blind myself, before I fell into a black void.

The first thing I noticed after I woke up was the smoke. It filled my lungs with every breath I took. My eyes were burning. And I hadn’t even opened them yet.

Laying there on the ground surrounded by smoke I started to giggle again for some reason. I can’t exactly remember why I did that though. My giggling soon turned into a violent coughing from all all the smoke I inhaled.

And then reality caught up to me. The battle of the bookstore. Tarquin. The Sybellin books. Meg and Hazel. My zombie poisoning.

I should be dead by now. But dead people (and zombies probably) could not suffer so much from a bit of smoke… Also, when the fight had started, there had been no smoke, so what happened?

And then I remembered my burst of godly strength. And also looking back how strong it had been, fueled by my hatred after the deaths of Jason, Frank and all the other brave legionaries, my desire to protect Meg and my wish to stop Tarquin and not let him get to Ella and Tyson, a horrible feeling started to form in my chest.

I sat up abruptly. The smoke was so thick it was almost impossible to see anything. I now also noticed the heat and my pain. And I would have almost passed out again.

If you want to have any idea in how much pain I was at the moment, imagine you have to run through fire. But with no skin. That’s how I felt. At least I assume that’s what it would feel like.

I covered my mouth and nose with what used to be my shirt but was now just a torn and burned piece of fabric to create a make shift mask to protect myself against the smoke. I doubted it would help much anymore.

“Meg!” I called into the grey clouds before me after I had carefully managed to get on my feet again.

A new wave of coughs almost forced me to my knees again but I stumbled further into the smoke. I had to find Meg.

My eyes were tearing but I wasn’t sure whether that was from the smoke or my own desperation. Sweat ran down my forehead. I had completely lost every orientation.

“Meg!” I called again.

I stumbled, fell to the ground and got up again. I had to find Meg. The wound on my stomach throbbed. But as far as I could see within the heavy smoke, the purple lines of infection had vanished. That just had to be a good sign. Tarquin had to be dead and his Zombies with him. I just had to believe it.

Suddenly, I managed to make out a silhouette of something on the ground in front of me. At first it only looked like a lump of fabric but as I got closer I noticed the vaguely humanoid form.

My chances were small. But as I got closer I could see a faint green color. If I hadn’t already cried from all the smoke I would have started crying now.

“Meg” I let myself fall to the ground besides her.

Her page boy haircut was disheveled and her clothes littered with burns and covered in ash. But aside from a few minor injuries and scratches she seemed remarkably fine.

I grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

“Meg, Meg wake up!”

But she didn’t move. I started to panic. I tried to feel her pulse but my hands were trembling too badly.

Okay, I had to calm down now. Taking deep breaths was for obvious reasons off the table but I just had to find a way to calm down.

The only thing that mattered now was to get Meg out of… well were even were we? The bookstore had been so cramped before, how could I not have run into something when looking for Meg? With my Lester-Luck knocking my little toe against one of the heavy bookshelf would have probably happened at least once.

I had to worry about that later.

I had to focus now.

This time, I could make out a faint pulse. I prayed to every deity I had ever known that it was not just my imagination. But now I stood in front of an even bigger problem. How was I supposed to get her anywhere? I could barely stand myself and Meg was not responding.

But I had to try anyways. I grabbed her and tried to lift her up but my strength was not great enough anymore and so I ended up half carrying her half dragging her in a direction I hoped would lead away from the smoke.

My lungs burned from exhaustion and I started to feel dizzy. I had no free hand anymore to cover my mouth and nose. I just had to hope I could make it time.

One step after the other.

Of course I knew it was impossible, but it felt like Meg hot heavier and heavier with every step I took. The heat was unbearable.

After what felt like twice as long as my entire (divine) life, I reached an area where the smoke started to clear. Maybe the universe had seen me in my pitiful state and decided ‘hey, we make this guy suffer so much, how about we grant him something nice for once?’ or I had just been lucky. I didn’t care. Because above me I could finally see the sky again.

Breathing air without the smoke was the best feeling I’ve had in forever. Finally seeing further ahead then just a few feet felt like a true blessing.

I collapsed to the ground and Meg fell down with me.

I realized we were somewhere in the outskirts of new Rome, probably close to the border.

Then next to me Meg started to stir. At first only a little, then she shot up and started coughing violently. I tried to reassure her that we were save now, that Tarquin was dead but to my surprise the moment she heard my voice she scrambled backwards, away from me. I knew it couldn’t be true but right this instant it looked like Meg was sacred. Of me. Then she stared at something behind me.

I recognized what was going on behind me from the reflection in her cat eye glasses. And every last bit of relief I had felt previously vanished and made place for pure dread.

I swallowed dryly, the taste of ash and smoke still in my mouth. Then I turned around slowly towards the center of New Rome.

Columns of smoke were rising into the sky. Raging flames were devouring buildings and casting an orange light over the entire city. I couldn’t see it but I instinctively knew where the center of that inferno was.

I knew it was the bookstore.

I could feel my hand starting to tremble again.

“What have you done?”

Her voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. I couldn’t muster the strength to turn around and face Meg. I didn’t even know how to answer her. Because I had no idea what I had done. I only knew that it was my fault.

But I had to say something, right? I mean I owed her some sort of explanation for what had happened. I desperately tried to make sense of everything. My memories of the bookstore were to blurry. Had it been an accident? On purpose? But there was no way I would’ve done that. It must’ve been an accident. Maybe I had lost control over my godly powers? That would make sense…

I ripped away my gaze from the raging inferno and turned around slowly.

“I- I don’t-“ before I could finish my sentence, another wave of coughs mage me topple over and in all my burned and ash-covered glory I vomited on the ground.

I tried to ignore the disgusting taste in my mouth and find a new explanation, I was the god of poetry if anyone would find the right words it should be me. But before I could try to speak another word, the world around me suddenly got blurry again and before I realized what was happening around me I fell unconscious again.

My dreams were strange. Faceless figures appeared in the black void around me, mumbling incoherent words and reaching out for me, but before they could touch me the vanished again, their bodies dissolving into nothing but grayish mist.

I wanted to scream. But the black nothing swallowed every sound.

I had no idea how long I was drifting in that void, trying to get a hold on the somehow familiar figures and have them dissolving just before I could reach them. But after a while my dreamscape shifted. The void formed a solid ground.

I stood in a dark room, a muted grey light barely illuminated it. But there was no light source to be seen. Clouds of mist drifted lazily over the ground.

A strange feeling started to rise in my chest. I felt scared. On one hand. Something was demanding my respect within the black void. But I was also aware that I was in no immediate danger.

It’s like looking at a hurricane after it has already destroyed your palace. Well, you probably never experienced a hurricane destroying your palace, think of your home instead.

Then three shapes started to emerge from somewhere in the darkness. They were covered in dark fabrics which seemed strangely solid and liquid at the same time.

They were too far away from me to actually see details, but I could definitely see the golden string swirling and twisting around them. I could barely resist the urge to cower in fear. Who would’ve guessed that the scariest thing in the universe are three old ladies.

“A call by fate has to be answered. There are no excuses to be made, otherwise the outcome will be more than regrettable.”

They spoke all at once, their voices echoing within the walls somewhere in the darkness beyond me.

“H-Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?! I have done everything you asked of me, I have followed every one of your prophecies! Why do you punish me now? That’s just unfair!”

Now dear reader, please, should you ever meet the fates, don’t do what I just did. Screaming at them will in no way make your situation any better. I was just really done in that moment.

But they ignored me. Just like they had appeared out of black nothing, they dissolved again. For a little longer I just stood there, within the grey light and started at the spot the three had just disappeared.

What had they meant when telling me to follow prophecies? I really had done everything I could. In my mind I went over the lines of the prophecy again but could simply not find a line which I had not tried to fulfill properly.

Just… the realization hit me like a truck hitting a deer frozen in the headlights. I had not failed the ritual. I had reached Artemis. But something had stopped her from coming to our aid. And there certainly was reason to assume that that something was in fact a someone.

But then why did Camp Jupiter have to suffer for it? That was just not fair. I wanted to cry. Again.

And because I was never granted anything in my mortal life, I was not given any time to process that my father might have doomed my quest, woke up.

The next time I woke up I was not laying on the hard ground anymore and there was also no smoke. I wish I could believe it had just been a nightmare sent by Tarquin into my zombie-infested brain but the burns along my arms told a different story.

I didn’t dare to open my eyes. I didn’t want to. I was scared of what I would have to face. Of learning the hard facts about… well everything.

Pathetic, I know but I really wasn’t sure how much more tragedy I could take. Jason had chosen his death. He had known he was going to die and willing accompanied us on our trip and I still had blamed myself, had thought about what I could’ve done to prevent that. Now…

I opened my eyes anyways. Because what else was I supposed to do. There just had to be a way to fix everything.

I was already thinking about ways to explain myself when every word I had prepared vanished out of my head. Again.

Because Frank stared down at me. Something seemed a little off about his face but it was definitely the same adorable demigod who’d believed to be my son a long time ago. So if Frank was here and I was here…

“… am I dead?”

It took me a few tries to speak coherently. And even though the words now were understandable, my voice still sounded incredibly raw and my lungs hurt.

Strange. I always thought the pain would vanish once you died.

“N-“ he started before I interrupted him.

“Your eyebrows are gone” I stated. I don’t know why, it just came over me. Remember one thing, never criticize someones eyebrows. For some reason that’s a very vulnerable spot for most people. Don’t ask how I learned that.

“The healers said you might still be a bit off once you wake up, the amount of smoke you inhaled almost killed you. But somehow you made it out alive.”

For a second there was an uncomfortable silence between us.

“What happened to Meg?” I asked, the look she had given me after I had carried her away from the bookstore flashing in my memory.

“She will be okay. Like you she inhaled a lot of smoke but… well we’re still trying to figure it out but it seems like she somehow managed to filter the air by using plants.”

I nodded with relief. I had no idea what I would’ve done if anything had happened to her.

There was silence again.

“Apollo… what the hell happened?” Frank’s voice was still calm. But I could sense the desperation for an answer.

“That looked like a targeted attack! The bookstore, the temple of Jupiter and of Diana were completely burned to the ground, not even the foundation is still there and they were all build with stone. The buildings around were damaged but compared to the force of whatever destroyed those three it’s nothing.”

The Fates’ word appeared back in my mind.

“There are no excuses to be made, otherwise the outcome will be more than regrettable.” I murmured, still trying to process what Frank had just told me.

“Look man, I really like you but we need answers. Two important temples were just incinerated and I won’t sugarcoat it, many were too close and just vaporized from the heat. The people are asking questions Apollo. Is this city in danger? Do we need to prepare sacrifices or…? We don’t have any idea what happened and now you’re sitting here mumbling something about no excuses?”

There was no missing the desperation now. I had always seen Frank as a strong but kind leader. But right now he just looked …done.

“And where is Hazel?”

The question hung in the air for a while as I remembered her kneeling on the ground, clutching her injured arm and blood dyeing her clothes red.

Tears gathered in my eyes.

And then I told Frank what had happened. From the bookstore battle to the failed ritual and the fragments I still remembered from my godly burst and finally to my dream of the fates. But I kept my suspicion about the reason for the issue to myself. If I was actually correct, Frank would figure it out himself. Otherwise I was maybe just trying to shift the blame on someone that was not me.

Frank sighed as he leaned heavily against the wall. For a second he didn’t say anything at all. Then he looked up again, his eyes void of any emotion, an expression I had never seen from him before.

“You said they said something about ‘not answering calls’. To me that doesn’t sound like the ritual failed…”

He looked up at the ceiling. We both knew he wasn’t looking for the ceiling.

“This… I don’t- I mean what is this? A declaration of war by the fates to the gods? The other way round? Just a warning?”

I wish I could’ve answered him.

He took a deep breath.

“Okay. We have to rebuild the city first. And not just physically. Until then the circumstances of the fire will be declared unknown but probably a failed plan by Tarquin. Once everything has settled we’ll discuss further steps with the senate.”

He was pacing through the room and seemed to explain his plan more to himself then to me.

I felt pathetic. I had to do something to help. Fix things somehow.

“And then… we will have to announce the loss of the sybellin books.” There was so incredible much pain in his voice.

The realization hit me seconds later. Tyson and Ella had been waiting at Diana’s Temple. Like Hazel they had probably still been inside when it happened.

“No…” I whispered so quietly, not even Frank could hear me.

“I have to go, the Legion needs me. But one more thing” he looked at me again, “it wasn’t your fault. You were just a Tool to pass on their anger.”

And with that he left. I just felt numb.

The silence within the huge room was deafening.

“you should’ve just let me go…”

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selfshippinglover asked:

How about general hcs for the villains?

Aw yee!

This won't be all the ones I have for them, just some off the top of my head. Also keep in mind these might include some stuff that are more in line with my own adaptation I'm working on, so they might contradict some of the info in the wiki

Horace Horrible:

- During most of season 1, he is just the most eccentric, bat shit man you'll ever meet. Very high energy nearly 24/7 and little volume control.

- For the first few episodes he and the Rubber Fishes crew are the main villains of the show, and most of their antics include robbing other pirate crews, beating the Laughingstock crew to treasure, kidnapping Janice for ransom, and sometimes just finding ways to mess with the protagonists and make their day considerably worse for the heck of it.

- On the antagonist scale, he falls in the team rocket category if that makes any sense, at least during the beginning of season 1. He's still villainous, and a considerable threat to the protagonists, but in a more comical, theatrical sense to where he's more fun than threatening to the audience.

- A running gag in the show is that he comes up with just....the most crazy, unnecessarily complicated schemes that don't really make a whole lot of sense.

- While he does really play up the whole "evil pirate who cares for no one and just wants power," shtick, and while a good portion of it's really how he is, he does show moments of genuinely caring for others, mainly to his crew and sometimes skin-taker in some cases.

- He's short, somewhere around 5 foot 4 inches, and while he's not insecure about it, he does where shoes adjacent to plat-former's to seem more intimidating. Despite this I always draw him as if he's 3 inches tall-

- He wasn't always a pirate, despite what he says about his life long dream to have always been "to become the greatest and most feared pirate to sail the seas." He actually used to be a street magician before he saw what the life of a pirate was like, decided "oh this fucks!" on jumped onto that instead.

- Personality wise I see him being similar to something like Cesare from Big Top Burger.

- Dude is actually really flamboyant and dresses pretty fancy. Over the course of the show he wears a series of different over the top outfits.

- Scruffy man

- While he makes threats and does some pretty villainous stuff in the beginning, before Skin-taker came along it's hard to see him as...100% malicious, if that makes any sense. Like, he's still evil, but you never get the sense he's seriously trying to kill anyone or ruin lives in any way. It's heavily implied when first summoning skin-taker for aid after a series of losses against the laughingstock he wasn't fully aware of all the horrors that'd come with it.

- However, over the course of the series after Skin-taker is summoned, we do begin to see Horace becoming more malicious himself.

Skin-taker:

- Yeaaaaaah big bad man lets goooo!!

- When Skin-taker first appears all he has is his worn and slightly tattered hat and cape. However, not only does his cape grow longer over the course of the show, but by the finale he has a full outfit made from skin (skin suit if you will).

- My version of Skin-taker does not fully remember his time as Thade Soben by the time the main series begins as he lost most of those memories along with his mind. He'll have small moments of remembering every now and again, but they're jumbled, few and far between, and afterwards he's just "lol that was weird, anyways-"

- This is actually @candlecovewiki's head cannon: Skin-taker (and Thade) actually has an association with butterflies. Through out the show, there are times where a black butterfly can be seen on screen, usually moments before he appears or something relating to death or danger occurs to one of the characters, and butterfly imagery can be seen if looked for in places associated with him. This is because butterflies often symbolize death or rebirth. It's been noticed that Janice seems to have an association with them as well, as she has a butterfly hair clip.

- there are so many parallels between skin-taker and janice in both their characters and arcs through out the show its not even funny-

- Skin-taker is genuinely creepy and very intimidating, but like, he doesn't try to be. Don't get me wrong, he's 100% aware how he scares people and often uses that to his advantage, but in most cases he's not consciously trying to horrify people, he's just naturally like that.

- He's either very polite, and well spoke with just enough of a bad vibe that you're not quite sure if he's threatening you or genuinely trying to be friendly, or a complete eldritch cryptid who will brutally steal your knee caps no questions asked.

- After Skin-taker comes to candle cove, the show's writing, specifically in regards to the other characters, begins to gain more depth and delve into far more darker elements. It's not that every thing is one dimensional before that, but everything really does get a lot more complicated after he shows up.

- Despite literally being the main villain, he's the only one who never has cursed. Instead he opts to make up silly words to substitute (and it has a worse affect anyways).

- He has a sword that looks like a far bigger version of a skinning knife, and is made up of mostly bone.

- Skin-taker can just summon shit out of thin hair. He never carries anything on him he just reaches behind his back and boom, pulls out a sword, where the hell did he get it???

- He can't read a room for the life of him. He never knows how to respond to other's emotions and when it comes to tone he doesn't initially recognize sarcasm and tends to take most things literally.

- Despite that he actually really likes puns and riddles.

- He has really weird out of nowhere moments where he's just...nice??? And they're in regards to the oddest stuff you'd never suspect??? Like, a part of why he's so unnerving is you never know if he's about to brutally murder you and your loved ones or invite you to tea (or both). It's not known if this behavior is intentional in order to keep his enemies on their toes or if since he doesn't see his killings as wrong he just thinks he's acting completely normal.

- An example of this is how he's completely fine with attacking the laughingstock crew on any day other than a crew members birthday because hey c'mon he's evil but that's just mean (except Poppy, he remembers Poppy's birthday so he can SPECIFICALLY attack on that day).

- Plays the viola

- Can do stuff like detach his dead and limbs and them remaining fully functioning while so.

- Has this thing where if you're pretty nice and are just doing your best he'll actually remain fairly courteous towards you (I mean, he'll still want to kill you, no sympathy for the living and all), but if you're a jackass you die faster.

- Is the only one who knows what a meme is.

- no regards for personal space.

Red Mary-

- Red Mary is the only other character besides Skin-taker who directly addresses the audience. She hardly does it as frequently, only in the prequel books, and seems to hold more animosity towards them, implying those watching at home are just as bad as her, as they do nothing but watch her drag characters they "love" through hell for entertainment.

- Only character to still address Skin-taker as Thade (he haaaaates it).

- Red Mary keeps her motives fairly cryptid, but it seems as though she's furious that humans, beings who are weak and live such short lives, get to inhabit a beautiful world, while powerful abyssians like her have been forced to reside in the abyssal kingdom, a void when compared to the latter. She claims she wants to "burn the world and make a new from the ashes," so that only she and others as powerful as her can reside in it "as they deserve."

- In my version she actually joins the Tarantula Crew a while after Thade, and instead of Thade recognizing her as a prisoner from Tartarus, he does so because she was the cause of the burning of his past crews ship, him being the only one to get out (something I might go more into in the future when I explain my own adaptation).

- She seems to join the crew because she catches wind onto the fact they're hunting for a powerful artifact (her subject for betrayal), and because she recognizes Thade as the powerful necromancer she let go from the ship she had burned then.

- Her relationship with Thade before the betrayal was....weird to say the least??? Before revealing her true colors she was deceptively sweet and charismatic, and always seemed to make a point to be kind and make friends with Thade especially. She did this because she realized how powerful he was and wanted to eventually convince him to betray the crew with her when she did so. Buuut Thade was kind of creeped out by how overly nice she was so it never worked.

- She also fucking loathes him because how despite being wielder of one of the most rare and powerful magics (necromancy), he doesn't want to use it or get more powerful, and is perfectly content with "throwing it all away," so he could just spend time with the Tarantula crew (people who wouldn't even live as long as a fraction of his own life).

- She actually believes she did him a favor with taking it all away and causing him to become skin-taker.

- She old. Around 200 while Skin-taker is around 100.

- She just becomes more eldritch and unrecognizable as human as her quest goes on and her magic becomes more powerful. It's pretty grotesque actually.

- Much like how Thade/ Skin-taker is associated with butterfly imagery, she's associated with crow imagery. This may be due to many different folk lore including a connection between crows and the creation, or at least element, of fire. One of which being the tale of Prometheus, whose liver was pecked out by crows every day as punishment fro giving the gift of fire to man, a myth Red Mary actually references during her time with the Tarantula Crew.

- The fire that comes from her magic can't be put out by natural means, and anything it alights is cursed to burn forever, even in death. Only someone with water oriented magic can put her fires out.

- After she burned the Tarantula ship, she just took it for herself. Legend says if you see this ghostly ship, on fire yet still sailing, and captained by the devil herself, you will die in your next battle at sea (news flash, that battle is probably with her because when she sees anything in her path her only thought is "MAIM KILL DESTROY")

- shaaaaarp teeth

- Feels nothing for humans and less powerful abyssians, just viewing them as either insects, or short lived amusements.

(October 14, 2021)

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 17: Just a crush.

Christmas was just around the corner, which is why Y/N found herself in a hunting shop, buying new arrows for Clint, who she got on secret Santa. She had found a brand that was one of the best, with perfect gold details and carved out patterns, they also had silent bombs in them, which made them very useful; but until you put the powder on it, they wouldn't work, the shop worker assured Y/N, who was nervous about carrying them home in just a plastic bag.

Leaving the store, she saw Wanda and Nat struggling with a few bags.

“Did you get twenty secret Santas or something?” She asked.

“Shush and help us,” the Scarlet Witch said. Y/N rolled her eyes, but grabbed the biggest bag that was surprisingly not that heavy and began walking with her friends.

“Alright, do we all have everything we want?” Nat asked.

“No, I have to buy something for Loki.”

“Uh, I thought you got Clint for secret santa?” The spy asked, smirking.

“Yeah,” Y/N felt her face grow hot, “but I also wanted to buy him something, it's his first Christmas ever.”

“And you took the responsibility of making it the best one, hm?” Wanda said this time.

“It's not like that.”

“Y/N, I don't even have to use my espionage skills to notice that you're in love with him.” Natasha told her.

“In love?” She said, stopping in her tracks. “I'm not in love.”

“A crush?” The witch asked.

“No! He's just my friend.”

“Uh huh,” Nat said.

“Okay.” She said, trying to seem unbothered.

“There's this one agent who is planning on asking him out and-”

“Who are they?” Y/N cut her off and both redheads smiled maliciously. “You two are assholes.” She said, realizing what they had done.

“So,” Wanda began.

“Loki.” Nat finished.

“Okay, I may have a tiny bit of a crush on him, but can you blame me? He's insanely attractive.”

“Do you just like him for his looks?” The spy inquired.

“No! That is the least attractive thing about him, and I'm saying a lot, because, and I repeat, have you seen him?” She asked, dramatically. Both her friends laughed.

“You are in love.” Wanda said.

“N-no, I'm not. I can't.”

“Why not?”

“He's… him. He's a god, a prince, he's been around actual goddesses.”

“So?” Natasha asked.

“So he would never feel like that about me, plus we are friends and I don't want to ruin that.” She said, sadly. “I love being his friend, I wouldn't dare risk it.”

“If you don't risk it you will never know.” The Scarlet Witch said.

“Maybe not knowing is better.”

“It rarely is.” The spy told her, knowingly.

After that they all got lunch and accompanied Y/N to buy the present for Loki. Then they got back to the compound.

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“Okay, time for the presents!” Tony said and everyone sat around the coffee table in the living area next to the dining room.

“I’ll go first!” Bucky yelled and Y/N laughed, seated next to Vision and Natasha, since the super-soldier, apart from acting like a child, was wearing a onesie Christmas patterned pajama, looking absolutely ridiculous.

“We'll all open our presents at the same time and then one by one try to guess who was our secret Santa.” The billionaire said. “But you can guess first Robocop,” he finished, making Bucky roll his eyes.

Everyone grabbed the present that had their name on it and began opening them.

“A Skywatcher explorer 130m?!” Bruce said, “Who was it? Tony?” He shook his head. “Then who?”

“What is a Skywatcher explorer 130m?” Clint asked, confused. “And who bought me these arrows? They're neat.”

“It is a telescope, one of the best.” Thor said and the scientist looked at him.

“Thor? You were my secret santa?”

“Busted.” The blond Asgardian said and Bruce thanked him a little more than fifty times.

“I got you the arrows.” Y/N told Clint.

“He was supposed to guess!” Sam complained.

“Sorry!” She said, raising her hands in fake innocence, he rolled his eyes.

One by one, everyone opened their presents. Natasha got a kit of lipstick from Wanda, who got a sokovian children's book from Steve, who in return got a whole collection of the “Lord Of The Rings” books and movies by Sam. Sam got a chocolate bar and a coupon from Bucky, who choked back a few tears when he opened his present and saw a picture of him and Steve in the 40s with the phrase “I'm with you till the end of the line.” in the frame by Peter. Pietro got Loki, and gave him a little doll of him that he bought at the last moment, and got in return a quiet and confused Thank you. Thor, apart from giving Bruce the telescope, also got Pietro and he gave him a bag of chocolates, which he excitedly started eating super fast. Loki gave Vision a few pairs of red and yellow socks and, surprisingly, the synthezoid seemed very excited to try them on. Clint got Thor seven boxes of PopTarts, Vision got Strange some new gloves and Strange, who was notified that he got Pepper by a text from Tony, got her some silver earrings with a matching necklace. Finally, Natasha got Tony a cardboard of himself, which he loved and Y/N got a beautiful leather journal and an expensive pen from Bruce, who told her to write songs and everything else and a beautiful little hat for Frosty; she thanked him and gave him a hug, and Peter got a brand new suit from Tony and Pepper. After opening the presents they all ate and spent the whole day watching Christmas movies on the couch.

“Loki!” Y/N called him just as he was leaving and he turned around. “Could you come to my room for a second?” He nodded and they went. When Y/N closed the door he asked her:

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes! I just wanted to give you something.” She answered, grabbing a box wrapped in green paper and tied with gold laces that was on her desk. “Here, Merry Christmas.”

“You… got me a present?”

“Yeah!” She said, and he frowned.

“You didn't have to.”

“No, but I wanted to.” She smiled softly at him, “Now, open it, come on.” He did. Inside the box was a leather book, it was green and had purple patterns on it. When he opened it he realized it was blank. “It's a journal. I know it seems dumb, but writing is one of the best things I ever did and I wanted you to have an opportunity to do it, if you ever want to let go of something you don't want to tell anyone about.” She explained. “And it's green and purple because green is your color and purple is mine.”

He felt something swell inside him, looking at her, so scared of him not liking something that she gave him, as if that could be possible.

“Thank you,” he said, simply. He had no other words.

“You are very welcome, now, open the other one!” She grinned. He frowned and looked at the box on the bed, realizing that there was a smaller box inside. It was wrapped in black paper only. When he opened it, he saw two beautifully embedded daggers, with emerald and amethysts. Green and purple, again, signalling that they were two, a team. “Tony helped me make them, I really hope that they are sharp enough and comfortable and-”

“Y/N,” he cut her off, “they are perfect. You are perfect. Thank you.” Y/N felt her face grow so hot she could explode any moment now.

“It's- You're welcome Loki.” She stuttered out and they just stayed there, looking at each other. Loki took one step forward, hesitant. Y/N did too, less hesitant than him. They started to get close and-

“Brother!” Thor's voice boomed in the hallway.

They quickly got away from each other, before he knocked on the door.

“Come in,” she said, flustered.

“Brother, Lady Y/N, I am sorry to interrupt, but we must go to New Asgard, tomorrow morning at the latest. Valkyrie has letten me know that there is a group of people claiming to be Asgardians trying to enter the town, saying that they escaped our ship when Thanos attacked it and have been staying with other civilizations in other planets, until they found out that Asgard has been restored here and they came.”

“Alright, let's go.”

“Wait, guys!” They stopped. “I'll go with you.”

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HalSin told by characters that are not Hal or Sin

It can't have taken more than a single rotation of the human planet. The two Green Lanterns, when they return to Oa, have forged some impossible bond and Tomar-Re is utterly bemused by it.

No one ever knows what Sinestro is thinking, why he does what he does. The new Green Lantern however, Hal Jordan, isn't the slightest bit bewildered. Somehow, after such a brief time, he knows more about Sinestro than anyone, even those who have worked with him for years.

Listening to Hal try to explain it doesn't help much. It's instinctive for him. In the end, he just doesn't see Sinestro the same way as all the others.

When Sinestro is in the room, Tomar-Re doesn't exist anymore. Hal is immediately distracted. It's the same situation in reverse of course, with Sinestro losing interest in anything that is not Hal, but Tomar-Re always gets the impression Sinestro didn't notice anyone else in the first place.

None of the Lanterns like Sinestro. When he's around, Kilowog mutters darkly about him. It's the arrogance and rudeness and sometimes, only sometimes, Hal is the exact same way.

The two Green Lanterns, well respected and looked up to for their skill at least, are on the same wavelength. They're a formidable team. Spending time with them leads Tomar-Re to become quite good friends with Hal, though there's no chance of coming anywhere close to that bond Hal has with Sinestro.

That's why the Corps whispers about it after Hal watches his friend be exiled to the most awful of places, cold like stone and refusing to lift one finger to help. Tomar-Re watches with a chill.

If Hal was so close with the disgraced Green Lantern, it seems only logical that he knows more than he's saying. Personally, Tomar-Re doesn't know what to believe and when Hal stops visiting Oa, no one reaches out.

With their sectors so close by, it's inevitable that Tomar-Re reconnects with Hal. He's greeted by title, "Green Lantern," and it's professional.

There's something almost too relaxed about Hal that has Tomar-Re worrying. If Hal really has moved on, that's good. The issue is that he doesn't seem affected at all and it's a massive contradiction to the past, has Tomar-Re rethinking everything.

They don't talk about Sinestro. If it's brought up, Hal is just disinterested. Then Sinestro returns and Tomar-Re is sure something must happen because Sinestro is anger and spite, murderous malicious intent, assuring that it really did all happen.

Nothing reveals itself. Although Tomar-Re isn't sure what he expects, Hal treating Sinestro like any other criminal isn't it.

The thought occurs to Tomar-Re then that Hal really doesn't care and never did. They were acquaintances only, forced to work together by the Guardians and Hal wasn't invested. A faint feeling of pity for Sinestro, who has plainly been wrecked by the whole experience, wells up in Tomar-Re.

But that's not right either. It's one time, just the once, that the facade finally cracks and Tomar-Re gets an inkling of the truth.

Maybe it's the stress building up, years of lying and pretending and showing no weakness, that leads Hal to double over sobbing uncontrollably with Sinestro's unconscious body in his lap. It's agony expressed in sound waves and Tomar-Re flinches back from the scene he's accidentally stumbled across.

When Hal notices the intruder, he recovers himself quickly and wipes at his face. "Poked myself in the eye," he mutters.

It's the brilliant smile and flash of white teeth that really hammers it home for Tomar-Re. Hal Jordan is an expert at falsities, just like Sinestro is. The issue of Hal's morality doesn't worry Tomar-Re though, not when he's seen what Hal is going through. All he's worried for is his friend.

I had some ideas for other characters but this kinda got away from me. If you're interested, feel free to request more :)

#halsinestro #hal jordan #sinestro #my fic #ask #tomar-re #green lantern

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bubblesandpages · 2 years

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Something I really have to hand it to the Monkie Kid Crew is how similar yet distinct so many of the character’s personalities are

Red Son and Tang can both be seen as the ‘smart one’ of the group

Macaque and Red Son are both villains turn(ed/ing) reluctant heroes

MK and Mei are both overly energetic gen Zs

MK and Monkey King, duh

Wukong and Macaque, double duh

We all know the joke about MK’s 3-4 dads

Point I’m trying to make here is that if you were to take the cartoon viewing compulsion to classify each character by a single main trait you’d get a lot of overlap between all the characters, and yet all of them – at least to me – is immediately distinct and ends up fulfilling a different function in the story.

At no point do you ever feel that you’re seeing the same story play out.

I think a lot of that has to do with a) how every character has a very distinct eye-catching design and performance from their voice actor b) the specific way the Crew chose to mix and match traits (as I’ve said, there’s a lot of overlap) c) and most importantly, how narratively different each character’s journey ends up being, and how the other character’s play into their development.

Red Son and Macaque both end up on the hero’s side by the end of season three, but they both go about it in such different ways, and have very different focal points around which their character’s circle. For Red Son his’s focal point is Mei, and his driving force is what Lady Bone Demon does to his parents. So naturally that’s where all of his focus is on during the season three final, with helping Mei to harness the samadhi fire, and saving his parents. Red Son’s already somewhat accepted that he isn’t completely villainous now thanks to his interactions with Mei in season two, and he clearly seems more fulfilled and happy with who he is as a person because of it.

He’s arc also allowed him to accept a less focal point in the story, by which I mean Red Son’s okay with what seems like a smaller role in the grand saga of the Monkey King and his continuing legacy, something the irl writers treat with just as much time and respect as the ‘grander’ destiny a character like MK is set up for. Plus, it’s just so sweet getting to see a male character wholeheartedly being there and supporting a female hero? asjiubdfaefjwbfueuifbuefbue Crew your taste is impeccable.

Macaque is further up the track of villain-turned-hero.

Antihero? hero-turned-villain-turning-hero? idk ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

Anyway, Mac is also on the road to redemption, but unlike Red Son Macaque was a hero once (assumedly) who was betrayed (allegedly). He has previous history with members of the main cast, unlike Red Son who reads as more generically villainy. This along with how overall slippery Macaque’s motivations are clue the audience in on his history with Wukong, and flood you. With. Questions. On just what his motivations are.

(Seriously. What are they? Because Macaque doesn’t appear to have a longterm plan. As few braincells as Monkey King and MK, I swear.)

Macaque’s reasons for being evil aren’t clear yet, they have something to do with what we assume was a misunderstanding of sorts between him and Wukong. Mac is obviously resentful towards his former friend, and it’s why he has such a weird back and forth with the hero team, where he isn’t completely evil (he could have done a lot worse to the kids if he was) but is still hellbent on causing them problems. Because of that there’s something more malicious in his actions. Red Son is, frankly, too incompetent and his family’s plans are never fueled be having it out for the hero team – they’re more of a side effect of trying to take over the world – for the audience to view him with the same level of ‘evil’.

With Macaque it’s more personal. Whatever he’s doing, he’s doing because He Wants It. To. Hurt.

As such Macaque feels much more threatening than the Demon Bull Family (which is hilarious! He doesn’t even want to take over the world for one!). The Demon Bull Family are messing with the kiddies, Mac’s messing with the King, which is the first thing that distinguishes him from Red Son as a character.

The second thing is that Red Son is a son, his family dynamic and how they make him feel is a big part of his character that sets him apart from Macaque, verses Macaque who has a shunned friendship and a bad attitude at the root of his problems. Thirdly, Red Son is set up in opposition of MK and Mei, while Macaque is in conflict with Monkey King and by extension MK. Each trio here has a completely different dynamic going on so that you never feel like you’re watching the same story play out.

You see the same thing with every single character in the story. These pairs fit such similar roles, but come off as completely distinct from one another and – what for me is the biggest positive – HAVE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT BUT STILL INTERESTING THINGS TO DO IN THE NARRATIVE. THANK GOD.

Even the reincarnated crew feel like different people from their past selves. Mei is not her grandfather. Tang does not come off as just another Tang Sanzang. They’re conduits for their powers and roles but are still distinctly their own people, and I will take that over ‘fated reincarnated destiny’ any day.

The Crew’s strength when it comes to using these stock character traits to quickly establish who every character is, developing them all, handling a very plot focused story, AND copious amounts of product placement all as smoothly as this Crew does it is awesome to watch. Like I am genuinely shocked at how they managed to do this whilst working with a two hour run time.

I do think that balance was slightly off in season one, I did not care for Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy in that first season. There was absolutely nothing there outside of their stock character types, and one of the reasons season two blew me away as much as it did was that the Crew had figured out how to balance this massive cast and still kept the plot going. Most shows don’t manage to pull that off successfully *side-eyes vld* but they absolutely killed it with Lego Monkie Kid!

#I should really be doing prep for my communication exam right now...#I always feel that #when you're primarily a cartoon viewer you feel the compulsion to analyze your show and Make It Deep to prove your not like #eight or something #Fizzy talks #mk #lmk #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk season 3 spoilers #lmk spoilers #Red Son #Macaque #Monkey King #long post #(yes Crew gets to be a proper noun they’ve earned it)#wanted to write more about individual character similarities but I don't think anyone's going to read all of this let alone #more of it

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voicefromthecorner · 1 year

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Here's something fun some people have noticed when comparing Josh to Haz. They are total inversions

Haz is polite and generally friendly, but clearly detached from humans to the point deleting an entire city is considered acceptable, while Josh is an asshole, he geniuely only went with Shibuya erasure plan because he thought it was to far gone.

And both Haz and Josh have rebellious subordinates who actively attempt to manipulate others for their own agenda.

Howver unlike Hanekoma, Kubo's agenda is actively malicious, and he's also a dick

Don't get me wrong. Mr.H is a fun character and does clearly have a decent sense of right and wrong. But he was using Neku just as much as every other faction was.

The greatest irony about Haz is that he's is the one character from the higher planes who's blatantly honest without lies of omission or twisting of the truth.

Which is kinda funny in a morbid way.

They definitely contrast each other, though there's enough common thread that I'm hesitant to go as far as to say "total inversions".

I was sort of starting to think Angels were just kind of 'like that', when it comes to city obliteration, given how Joshua talks about Shibuya throughout TWEWY and Haz asking about it while offhandly brushing off nuking Shinjuku. A rational person responding to the question of "What makes this city so special" would likely say something like "Um?? Because there are tons of people in it?? So maybe you shouldn't just wipe it out like it's just another day at work!?"

But thinking back to the last game, the scene where Joshua, fully in his Composer glory, told Megs that he needed to destroy Shibuya or else it might "infect" the rest of the world with faults that prompted him with what is literally divine judgement to make that sacrifice is a reminder that, for these guys, this is just another day at work. It's literally their jobs to decide the fate of an entire city based on the level of its impurities and while we, in watching that, can feel like Abraham pleading for Sodom for the sake of ten good people within it, the call is ultimately their for what is ultimately the best of reasons.

That's how it should be, at least. We've had a lot of personal experience with Joshua, so I believe that enough about him. I know less about Haz. But based on what I've seen of their attitudes, I understand where you're coming from. Haz seems pleasant and yet there's something about him that unsettles me and makes me trust him less than I do Joshua. He talked about the ordinary people with way more bewilderment and way less understanding than Joshua did.

I like your summary of them! Haz might shoot you in the face, but he won't stab you in the back. Joshua, by comparison, can multitask.

And when it comes to Mr H, I do think that for all his manipulations, his secret reports indicate that he's motivated by desperation. It's very cold, calculated and rational desperation, but I don't believe he'd cause the kind of problems that would mark him as a Fallen Angel without some kind of redeemable rational.

I know, "Cool motive, still murder" and he doesn't really apologise for his actions, which I won't forget in a hurry, but it's important to take the good with the bad and when it comes to Mr H, there's too much good for me to think that he was only ever just using people. If there's one other thing I took away from his reports, it's that he respected everyone - Neku, Beat, Shiki, Rhyme, everyone - for whatever that's worth.

#neo the world ends with you #hazuki mikagi #joshua kiryu #neo angels #sanae hanekoma #ask #me #evilordreborn #twewy

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orangejuicetoast42 · 2 years

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MAJOR SPOILERS FOR OWL HOUSE S3E1, THANKS TO THEM

I really just want to say what’s on mind right now and hope it isn’t too incoherent.

So, like most I just got finished watching the first special and dear god did I love it! Pretty much everything about it was amazing and didn’t feel rushed or contrived at all. A great start for what is unfortunately the end. Well almost great. Like any usual fan, I turned to social media after my viewing to see what others thought and I noticed that a few were pointing out something troubling about the special, the way Belos was reintroduced to the kids. Here’s where the spoilers start.

To sum things up, Belos makes his big reappearance towards the end of the episode in the form of possessing Hunter and eventually crushing Flapjack out of spite. Not only does this lead to a really heartbreaking scene but also brings up some not-so-great implications that others have pointed out. For a good chunk of this episode, we get to see Hunter slowly heal from his trauma from the Emperor’s coven, from Belos, and starting to be okay with who he is as a person. But it’s safe to say that healing process gets upended when the cause of that trauma takes control of him again, though now in a more literal sense, and kills the first friend he ever had.

That��s painful, it’s harmful, it takes a character who has already been through a lot and seemed to finally be given the chance to move on from it at his own pace but then gets that taken away from him too because we all know that Hunter may never look at himself the same way again. He might now never get to the point where he can’t trust himself and in turn pull away from those he did trust due to the fear of hurting them too. Other fans have pointed out the real-life implications this final scene has which isn’t great either.

But notice how I’ve been bringing up other fans so far. It’s because while I do hope I’m at least somewhat aware and observant of this world we call home, I know for fact that I am not qualified to speak in depth on the facets of abusive relationships and the pitfalls of bring the abuser back into the abused life. I’m just a person who likes to geek over writing and storytelling and uses it to take a break from my real life.

And it’s because of that interest with writing that I don’t necessarily fault Dana and the crew for those implications. Writing is hard, even more complicated when the story you’re tell resonates with thousands of people. You’re bound to make mistakes and having all those eyes on you is only going to highlight those mistakes. It’s a tough position to be in especially since I’m pretty sure it wasn’t done on purpose or with malicious intent.

All we as viewers can do now is say “hey doing that makes it like this” and hope this is taken into account for any future projects. Though I’m not saying this to invalidate the feelings of anyone who is upset by what Hunter had to go through again or those who this situation hits too close to home with. You have the right to take issue with this and speak out so others know why this isn’t alright.

Okay so what am I saying? Well, this is where that interest in storytelling comes back into play. Like I say, I loved the episode but it’s those last 10-15 minutes that the issue makes itself known, so if that’s the case why not just tweak them, given them the old reworking. I guess what I’m saying is that I have a few ideas, two in particular, for the climax of the episode that don’t lead to rehashing abusive relationships while still keeping the same plot beats (mostly....partially).

The first one doesn’t hold much water now but it could still be an interesting idea if given more time to developed and if I wasn’t so tired. Basically, Belos doesn’t possess Hunter but instead continues to leach onto dead animals like he is seen to do throughout the episode until he is finally able to solidify into his monstrous form. Like maybe while Luz is at the vet’s office, she overhears a conversation about the increase of dead animals and reports of how they looked odd. Then when she gets back and she and Hunter try to find Belos, that rat jumps out like in cannon but now they notice something off Hunter notices something off and can’t brush it off.

This all culminates into a full gang chase/fight throughout the forest and graveyard as Belos shifts between different undead creatures as he tries to reach the Titan’s Blood first. Like I said, this idea could use some work but I know it would end with Hunter taking a stand in front of the others saying how he’s tried of the fear Belos causes in him and how he just wants to be himself before blasting the old dude out of the whatever animal he’s in (I’m thinking bear) but is a little to slow to stop him from retreating to the portal.

Now for the second idea, which I would like to say now that I’m unsure if this is just as problematic, but I couldn’t help but think since well...it just made sense. So again, Belos does not possess Hunter, but his endgame isn’t animals either. No instead he has his set on something, no someone more likely to give him the strength he needs. And that someone is Luz.

Throughout this episode we see Luz on this downward spiral of depression and guilt due to feeling like all she does is ruin the lives of those she loves and doesn’t deserve anything but their anger. And the parallels between her and Belos have been hammered home significantly so far. So, who’s to say that it’s completely out the realm of possibility that Luz is the one Belos latches onto in the cabin and Luz slowly falls further into his control due to her own guilt and her mind painting her as being just as bad as Belos.

Belos is eventually expelled from Luz through the combined efforts of Luz’s friends/family reminding her of all the good she has done while fight off Belos’ attempts to destroy them. The final blow is again dealt by Hunter but this time it’s more from the angle of him promising that he will never let Belos take away anything from him again before throwing the vile in the water and diving in after possessed Luz to help her out. Again, a lot more can be done with this but I’m tired and might use this as a fic so yeah.

Also notice how in both of these ideas, Flapjack doesn’t die. I know that it is very much plot relevant and will probably lead to Hunter now being able to use spell circles or at least teleport on his own (theory for another day) but did they really have to do it to him. Like if it is really that necessary save Flapjack’s death for the last special or the final battle. Just anytime where Hunter is not getting repeatedly punch in the gut with trauma.

Alright that’s all I got, sorry if this was a waste of time, please don’t fault the creators too much, and get some sleep. We could all use it.

#toh s3 #the owl house #owl house s3 spoilers #long post #just wanted to get it out #opinions on the ending #the owl house hunter #luz noceda #belos #ending ideas #thanks to them

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rayofsunas · 3 years

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s/o has a mental/nervous breakdown.

A/n: hello everyone! I hope your day is going alright, and that you’re doing well 🥰 I recently hit 300+ folllwers, like Sunday morning, and omg, that was the best thing to wake up too 🥺❤️ thank you those new and old for following and taking a chance with my account and sometimes trashy works 🙃 I’m gonna make a longer post at some point saying my thanks and discuss what I plan to do to celebrate 300 followers. It would really mean a lot to me if you guys chimed in if you have any ideas, after all, this is a thanks to you and I want you all to be involved! also, if you saw my recent rambles about how a draft was deleted, it’s referring to this post... what I had written got deleted TWICE in the span of FIVE MINUTES. gosh I was so pissed, I almost screamed. mobile tumblr is not it 😔 but here we are. I hope you like this. I tried to write this three times.... 🤡 also, since I am not a doctor or anything, I put a link to possible symptoms/what a “mental breakdown” is, that’s in the warnings, just click the link, it helped with my accuracy.

Summary: s/o has a mental/nervous breakdown.

Parings: Xiao/Reader, Scaramouche/Reader, Albedo/Reader, Childe/Reader (all fem reader)

Warnings: angst, mental breakdown (panic attacks, stress, anxiety, ptsd, hallucinations, insomnia) fluff, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of injury

Word count: 3.5k (whew after tumblr DELETING this draft twice here we are folks ;-;)

requested by @mintyhuening

Xiao

he knew you weren’t okay at all

Xiao knew the moment you locked yourself in your house

at first he thought maybe you were just temporarily feeling this way, but as the weeks passed and you hadn’t come out, he decided maybe not

coming from someone who enjoyed silence and solitude he could understand the distancing part, but it had been weeks, and even he needed socialization, so why hadn’t you come out?

you spoke to him through the door a few times, letting him know you were alright

he didn’t believe that though, sure you were alive, but not alright, he was mainly checking for confirmation to see if you were still alive while he thought of a good way to approach the situation

he didn’t want to invade your privacy, but he also hated the fact that you wouldn’t come out, not even to see him

it was lonely without you, he concluded

even for someone who enjoy solitude

you were a careful creature, but never this careful and cautious...

were humans always like this?

eventually, he couldn’t stand it, and did find other ways to get into your house

he grew antsy after pacing outside your door for days

he found you huddled in your bed, a heap of pillows and blankets surrounding you

you were shocked to see him when he’d sat down on the foot of the bed, causing it to dip significantly

“How did you get in?” You snapped once you saw who it was.

“I have my ways.” He said raspily. With a huff of annoyance, you were back to facing the wall, away from the Adepti.

“It’s dark in here.” He announced matter a factly, looking around the nearly pitch-black room, windows and doors covered by sheets and hefty duty curtains. “It’s how I like it.”

“It’s not healthy.”

“I don’t care, go away.”

Xiao was starting to grow impatient surprisingly, he truly just wanted to help, why couldn't you see that?

“Being passive is not going to help the situation, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

He worried. If he said the wrong, would you push him away even further? If he said the right thing, would you even care? Did you want help?

Xiao moved closer to you, hand going to touch your leg, although it was underneath the blankets, you felt it and did have to admit the affection was comforting.

“Don’t do this to yourself,” Xiao said. “Your friends miss you, I miss you as well.”

Maybe if you weren’t cooped up here anymore, you would start to come around. The room and house all together were very stuffy, dark, and depressing, he despised it.

“It’s beautiful outside, come with me,” he'd whispered. “At least if you don’t want to be around people, could you allow me to take you to a secluded area?”

“The fresh air will do you good.”

You were thinking about it, you had to of been if you still cared.

“Fine, mother.” He watched with hope in his eyes as you slowly rose from the bed, and began

The outside world was very very bright at first, enough to induce a headache. But you became used to it the more you were out.

Xiao stayed true to his word like you knew he would unless you wouldn’t have come. You were taken to a very secluded area, there wasn’t even a path or road to it, just green luscious grass, and crystal core everywhere, beautiful blue and orange ones; Anemo and Geo respectively. You weren’t sure where you were, somewhere between Mondstadt and Liyue, you assumed.

The fresh air did wonders, Xiao had noticed. You seemed to open up. Telling him a little of the problem. You had told him about how life was just stressful right now, you hadn’t taken any commissions in weeks, spoken to any of your friends Mondstadt, hence why they had come to him, accusing him of kidnapping and brainwashing you. He was offended, nonetheless let them know that wasn’t the case.

The ever so secluded Xiao would take you out more, slowly introducing you to crowds of people, and would still take you on daily walks to that secret place you now called your special spot.

It would take a while, he knew that, and you wouldn’t be comfortable doing everything that others around you did, maybe not for a while. He could respect that, as long as you allowed him to help and encourage you.

Scaramouche

being a harbinger was HARD, Scaramouche knew that, even if he didn’t admit it

admitting it was challenging, could lead to always being doubted or seen as incompetent. therefore, no one mentions how hard it is

he had been off doing his duties when he got news that you had lashed out at a few lower rank fatui on your team, resulting in you being called in to meet with The Tsaritsa... let's just say she went easy on you because you were one of her highest ranking soldiers, if not, she would've severely punished you

you were forced back to your sleeping quarters immediately to calm down, told to stay put until you could stop “lashing out like a child” as she had put it

you weren’t one to argue against The Tsaritsa, everyone knew that was common rule... so you walked back as calmly as you could without snapping at anyone else

when Scaramouche had heard how you acted, he was annoyed

the always so calm and calculated Y/n, lashing out at her fellow members? he couldn’t help but be annoyed, despite it being completely out of character of you

he had finished his duties relatively quick, wondering why you were acting so out of character

when he got back, he found you in your sleeping quarters, pacing in front of the large windows near the furthest end of your room

you were still wearing your typical combat gear, though your hair disheveled and body language looking extremely anxious, he hoped it was not yours...

“What did you do this time?” Had asked the violet-eyed man, carelessly throwing his hat on your bed, lean arms folding across his chest.

No response.

“Excuse me, I believe I asked you a question.”

A loud irritable huff.

“Be quiet for once in your life, Scaramouche.” You hissed, anxiously biting at your nails. “Sorry- I’m just trying to calm down, but my heart can’t stop racing.”

Scaramouche wasn’t the most in-touch person with his feelings, and out of all the harbingers, he was one of the more difficult ones to deal with.

Surprisingly, he had shut up, despite finding it difficult to hold his malicious comment back.

“What’s wrong?” Your lover asked, more softly this time.

“My mission today was... hard. I know you said it’s important for missions to just be a one and done; no hard feelings. And you know I’ve always been that way. But this one was different.” His eyebrows furrowed, his forehead creasing in annoyance.

“I can’t help but think about what they did.”

“Did you get what you went for? I heard you sought after information regarding that Knight, Aether.”

“Yes, but-”

“I’d call that a successful mission,” He stared intensely, casually moving to sit on the comfort of your bed. Of course, he wouldn’t take this seriously. “Any casualties?”

“None of our men, but-”

“I don’t see the problem.”

“There were children, three little children, and those idiots just slaughtered them.”

“Ah... I see.”

Despite stating he understood, he really couldn’t sympathize with what you were saying. Those children were enemies as long as they worked against The Tsaritsa.

Your voice suddenly cut through the silence, staring directly into his eyes, “What if those were our children?”

“They weren’t.” Your eyes rolled at his comment.

“But what if!” He rolled his eyes, mocking your previous action.

“But they weren’t.” He mocked for a second time.

“You’re not helping, Scaramouche!”

“You’ll never understand, unless you see what I saw,” He knew you were right to some degree, but even then would he feel bad? A mission was a mission after all.

“They were begging me to protect them, and the youngest, she would not let go of my arm and then the next thing I knew, they were dead.” You continued, left hand going to grip your right, he assumed to show him where and how the said girl had gripped you. You were still shaking, this time being closer, he noticed how bad it was.

“They were pleading, I told them I would try my best, and then-” He had long ago stood, making himself present in front of you. His warm hands had grabbed your shaking ones harshly, ceasing the trembling momentarily.

“Please, be quiet,” The sixth harbinger snipped. “I don’t like seeing you upset.” Although it sounded harsh, he was trying his best to make it sound how he felt, even if those feelings were minuscule towards this specific topic.

“Although, I don’t agree with you about this particular concern of yours- I will do whatever you need to help you.”

Albedo

now, he may just be an alchemist, but trust me, Albedo sees the signs before anyone, he has some sort of familiarity with them due to his incessant reading

and it may have taken him longer to see the signs because of how busy he was, but he saw them

he was no fool to the likes of insomnia, in fact he knew it very well, often staying up very late into the night and morning, sometimes for days at a time

he was cooped up in his lab and it wasn’t as if his body wasn’t tired, cause hell he was, there was just s much more to learn and discover, his brain WOULD not stop,

Albedo hadn’t known how long this had been going on for, but he was seeing signs now

ngl, he didn’t notice that you hadn’t been sleeping properly until one night he decided to accompany you in bed earlier than usual (It was three a.m, yikes), and found that you were awake still

you were lying still on your side of the bed, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that he reached over to kiss your cheek, only to see your eyes open, he would’ve assumed you were alright and asleep

“You’re awake?” The ashy-blonde man asked, sliding into bed next to you.

“Can’t sleep.” You shrugged nonchalantly, scooting closer to him, seeking his warmth and comfort.

“You should’ve come to get me, I would’ve come to bed earlier with you.”

“It’s alright, I peeked in to see if you were still alive,” You joked, he chuckled. “You seemed very busy.”

“Yes, but, I thought I told you to remind me when you need attention, I often get sidetracked and enamored with my work.”

“It’s quite alright, Albedo. As long as you’re sleeping.”

He hummed, whispering tired words of adoration in your ear. That carried on for a while, as long as talking about the day's work and whatnot, until you eventually questioned, “Can I play with your hair?” The gesture was sweet, and that did sound amazing right about now since he was on the brink of sleep, but just needed that little push. But weren’t you tired?

“Aren’t you tired?”

You sat up, climbing behind Albedo, gently placing his head in your lap. “I’ll go after you.” A soft smile adorned your beautiful face. “You need sleep, you stay up for Archon knows how long.”

He selfishly allowed his eyes to close and waited for sleep to accompany him while you began untangling his two braids and ponytail. You played with and braided his hair until he’d fallen asleep as you said. You stayed up the rest of the morning though.

Eventually, probably out of boredom, you fell asleep for an hour or two around five a.m. Though, unfortunately, you were back up before six. You busied yourself while Albedo slept, starting with cleaning his lab. Albedo often did not like people touching his books, paperwork, and findings, but after instructing you how to properly take care of his stuff, he welcomed your help with open arms, seeing as though his lab was ALWAYS in shambles from not having enough time to take care of things himself.

Albedo surprisingly woke up around nine, wavy hair surrounding him like a lion, you chuckled to yourself at the sight. “How did you sleep?”

“Alright, considering my sleep schedule is nonexistent a lot of the time.” You nodded, bumping shoulders teasingly. “How about you?”

“Okay,” You said, immediately changing the subject. “I woke up early, so I cleaned your lab, I hope it’s to your likings, Kreideprinz.” You teased, bowing at the waist.

The alchemist waved you off, with a smile. “We’ll see about your organizational skills after you eat.”

How had he known?

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Albedo asked, heading in the direction of the kitchen.

“That obvious.” You wondered trailing after him.

“You always wait for me, darling.”

“You look exhausted.” Albedo’s concerned voice cut in through the smooth Mondstadt breeze. You had been so distracted with the discovery in front of you, you hadn’t realized your boyfriend was staring directly at you. “When was the last time you slept?” He glanced back down at the discovery, still listening, but if you didn’t speak soon he’d be lost in his world again.

“A day or two, but-” Albedo probably got whiplash from how hard he’d snapped his head to face you, but now he was staring at you with features reading nothing but shock, cerulean eyes blown wide.

“I think your bad sleeping schedule is contagious.” You joked, trying to make the situation lighter-hearted. He didn’t laugh.

Albedo was more serious this time, proving it when he faced you completely. “What’s been going on?” His voice was soft, but he was extremely worried.

Nervousness built up in his lover's body. “Nothing! I just-” You sighed. Might as well tell him the truth, he’d coerce the answer from you no matter what it took. “It’s been harder to sleep after my injury from that ruin guard. When it hit me, I banged my head against the concrete, and ever since I guess it’s been hard to sleep.”

“You could've told me sooner. I would have stopped everything and anything for you.” Yes, that was true, that was the problem though. You didn’t want to be coddled like a baby

“I know, I’m not sure why I didn’t... Naturally, I don’t want to worry you.”

He moved closer to you so he could cradle your face in his hands. “You can always tell me anything you know that.”

“I understand that. You’re a busy man so-”

“From this moment on, my work will be dedicated to finding a cure for you.”

You panicked, not wanting to stop his work for the likes of what you were dealing with. “What? Wait no-”

“You can’t stop me, darling. You take precedence over everything.”

Albedo made it his goal to do whatever possible to help you. Whether it be spending days in his lab making concoctions in hopes of creating something that could safely aid you with sleep. Or he’s in the libraries, reading all the books on the wellness and health of humans. He’s already on top of it the minute you expressed your concerns. In the meantime, he’s going to make sure he goes to bed with you much earlier, and won’t go until you do, to ensure you’re resting.

We love sweet caretaker Albedo.

(I understand insomnia can have other causes, not just a mental or nervous breakdown, but it’s kind of implied when reader hurt her head that she’s not well.)

Childe

Childe is simply not going to know your not well, he just won’t, it’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s more so the fact that he has a hard time paying attention to anything other than his missions and duties, he does not want to slow down

you have to show signs or tell him to realize

he decided to take a break though, seeing as he did promise you dinner tonight. he told you it would be his treat, since he did have a bunch of Mora lying around that he simply had no other use for

he figured a nice dinner and trip to one of the nicer cities with more to offer would be nice, he would buy you anything you desired

it was nearing the time for dinner though, and the reservations had already been made, so when he was left waiting, let's just say he was irked...

if you didn’t want to show up, you would’ve told him, so maybe you forgot? he concluded that couldn’t be it

the last time he’d brought it up, two days ago, you had been so excited you couldn’t sit still nor stop talking about it

asking a few people around town if you had been spotted anywhere, some said you had wandered off to Luhua Pool, something about there being a myth about special healing properties within the water

now he was even more confused

one, you NEVER went to Luhua Pool, there was never a need to do so

two, special healing properties? why would you need that? were you hurt in his absence?

you were his family, and he loved his family more than anything, so if something was wrong, he’d do whatever it took to help you

he traveled from Snezhnaya to Luhua Pool in record speed

he did find you eventually, the sun was setting, but thanks to the glowing water he could make your form out easily

you were hunched over, in what looked like to be some simple greenish cloth dress, he couldn’t see what you were doing, and called out your name

no answer

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” The orange-haired teen asked, crouching down beside his lover to see what was wrong.

“Cleaning.” You had said. That’s when his dull blue eyes traveled to what you were doing, watching with a confused stare as you scrubbed at what seemed to be clean hands.

“Hmm, I see...” He couldn’t tell if this was a prank or not, you usually played along with his teasing nature. “Are you ready for dinner?”

“Was that really today?” Your head lifted, leaving your hands to momentarily hanging in the air, water droplets dripping off into the pool.

Okay... so you did forget it seemed, which did shock him seeing as though you were over the moon, less than seventy-two hours ago.

“Uh, yeah, did you really forget? That’s unlike you! I’ve learned women don’t forget anything.” He teased, hand going to his chin. You hummed, turning back to do whatever it was you had been previously.

The harbinger frowned. “Do you still want to go? We can make it if we’re fast.” You sounded like a robot, much like a ruin guard, he concluded.

“I’m sorry, not today, I’m dirty...”

Childe couldn’t help but chuckle, “Dirty? Sweetheart, you’re cleaner than most people I’ve seen, what’re you on about-”

“The blood, it’s stained my hands, can’t you see?” Even after holding your hands to show him, he saw nothing resembling blood.

“Are you playing games with me? Sure, it would’ve been funny any other day, not today though-”

“You don’t believe me?” You sounded hurt, but whatever was going on, he wouldn’t feed into these... false hallucinations. “The townspeople said the same thing, they called me crazy...” You scrubbed even harder at your hands, letting out a frustrated huff.

“I don’t see anything, I’m really sorry,” He said gently, reaching into the water to grasp your warm hands in his, “But if you continue to do that...I will see the blood.”

Childe was not sure what was going on, maybe some sort of PTSD? Although, he wasn’t sure where it could’ve come from... you’re not a harbinger or fatui, or anyone that is engaged in battle, etc. so it didn’t make sense. Unless something happened that decided to resurface now.

He immediately took you home, hand in his to keep you from further scratching your hands. On the journey, you often asked, “Why are you even touching me? There’s a lot of blood.”

He didn’t want to have to feed into whatever was going on, worried he’d damage you somehow, and he didn’t want to make you sound crazy, so instead he said, “Because I love you.”

When you both arrived home, he’d immediately laid you in bed, saying you appeared tired before going to search for a doctor.

Child will see every and all doctors in Teyvat and will pay whatever amount necessary to figure out what’s wrong, that’s for sure. Doesn’t take orders from the harbingers (not like he was anyways) and opts to stay close to you at all times.

He decided to keep his teasing to a minimum, though he found that sometimes things slipped out accidentally, he’d do anything in his power to help you.

1.18.21, rayofsunas

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Clingy - LJN

Pairing: boyfriend!jeno x reader

Genre: a lil angst, fluff

Warnings: established relationship, Haechan is a bit annoying in this one I’m sorry (Haechan best boy)

Words: 3k

Summary: hurt after hearing your boyfriend and his friends calling you clingy, you decide to show them how not clingy you can be.

A/N: everything is fictional, including the characters’ traits. English is not my first language, therefore I’m sorry for the errors.

Movie nights with your friends were your favorites.

Well, it’d be more correct for me to say “with your boyfriend’s friends”, since you didn’t know them before meeting Jeno. But that doesn’t matter, because in no time you managed to bond with everyone, especially the clumsy yet adorable kid, Jisung, and the loving caffeine addicted boy, Jaemin.

Movie nights with your friends consisted in you eight – even though today you were only seven since Mark was out with some of his friends – sprawled on one couch – don’t ask me how, but all of you always manage to fit in since no one wants to sit on the carpet – with a blanket covering you and some snacks passing between. Those represented some of those moments you swear you would cherish for all your life.

Tonight seemed to be no different. Jeno had come picking you up at 7 p.m., you spent some time together, walking around, talking and giggling like usual, and you dropped at his house where other five – well, four boys (Jaemin lost to rock paper scissors so he had to go shopping for snacks) – were waiting for the both of you. Donghyuck always got to choose the movie you would watch, not without complaints from every one of you, yet at the end you’d always like what he picks, but Donghyuck doesn’t need to know that.

And there you were, all sprawled on the couch – though not in a very comfortable position –. You had already seen the movie which was playing loudly on the TV, hence you decided to pay more attention to your boyfriend instead. You were all cuddled up with him: he was hugging you, stroking your back from time to time. Your head was on his shoulder while your hand rested on his chest. Sometimes you couldn’t help but leave a furtive and quick kiss on his jaw, praying no one would notice you. He’d smile at you – gosh his eye smile UWU – and then he’d hug you closer.

About one hour after the movie’s beginning, you felt some physical needs pressing, so you quickly excused yourself and got up from the couch.

“Should I pause it?” Renjun asked, the remote already between his hands.

“No, don’t worry. I’ve already seen it anyway”

You made your way to the bathroom only to find out that the toilet paper was missing.

You sighed. Boys.

So you went back to the living room, where everyone was gathered.

You were about to open your mouth to ask where they kept the spare paper but something odd caught your ear. You backed up, hiding behind the wall. You obviously knew that eavesdropping was not by any means honest, especially if it was a conversation between your best friends. But you were almost certain that they were talking about you, your name dropping from one of the boys’ mouth.

“Enjoy being free while you can” Donghyuck joked with Jeno. You furrowed your brows.

What was that supposed to mean? You peeked your head cautiously, not wanting to be seen.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend” Jisung laughed at him, to which the boy responded with a sharp stare.

“Seriously, Jisung? When you haven’t even had your first kiss?”

“Ya ya ya! Shut up and don’t fight you two” Jaemin intervened, throwing a popcorn at them.

A brief moment of silence followed. You still didn’t understand what they were talking about.

“She’s just affectionate, that’s all” Jeno finally spoke, at which you held your breath.

So they were talking about you being clingy with your boyfriend. And this response from Jeno meant that he didn’t mind it, right? Or else he would have agreed with the boy. The thing is, you never thought about it: you supposed that a little kiss every now and then was a way to show your love and affection to him, plus he never complained about it, or never backed away.

“I know, but don’t tell me you don’t find this suffocating sometimes” Donghyuck continued.

Okay, now he was seriously getting on your nerves. What the heck did he care if you were clingy with your boyfriend? This was something between you and Jeno, and he wasn’t allowed to interfere with it, especially in front of everyone in the room. You thought he was making fun of you by now.

At this point you expected something to come out of Jeno’s mouth, anything that could have proven Donghyuck wrong, but he said nothing.

And silence means consent.

How did you know this? Well, Jeno wasn’t one to back out from speaking his opinion, especially with his friends. Especially with Donghyuck, for God’s sake, this guy was constantly bickering – though not with malicious intentions – with everyone.

“We shouldn’t talk behind her back like this” affirmed Jaemin with a severe stare. Jeno looked down: you didn’t know it but he was feeling suddenly guilty, agreeing with Jaemin. Everyone then went silent, the only sounds that could be heard being the dialogues in the movie.

You pressed your back against the wall, processing what you just heard.

Why didn’t he ever tell you? Why did he act like he loved it while, actually, he hated it? Then you thought about every time you held his hand in public, or hugged him, or kissed him, and then your thoughts went to five minutes before, when you were hugging him on the couch. You started feeling sorry.

Maybe after all it’s true, and he didn’t tell me anything because he didn’t want to hurt me.

But well, now it hurt twice as much since you weren’t aware of what your friends and your own boyfriend thought about you. Maybe every one of them, except for Jeno obviously, thanked God they hadn’t a girlfriend like you, who was suffocating and clingy.

And it was at this moment that your guilt turned into anger.

You just wanted to show all your affection and care to your boyfriend who you loved with all your heart, but apparently you were only bothering him. And Donghyuck - oh Donghyuck – you were so angry at him right now. What was the point in making fun of you in front of everyone when you weren’t even there? At the same time, you took a mental note to thank Jisung and Jaemin, the only two people who stood to defend you.

Okay, tonight you were proving everyone how not clingy you could be. Indeed, you were going to interact the least possible with Jeno. He wanted space? Good, you were giving him tons of it.

You eventually went to the toilet using one of your tissues since you were not asking any of them where the hell was the toilet paper, you washed your hands and went back to the couch.

But this time you didn’t hug Jeno. You simply forced a smile and sat next to him with your arms crossed. You tried not to be too obvious, you still didn’t want them to know that you heard everything, but you were sure your face was saying otherwise, and the confirmation arrived when Jeno asked you “Is everything ok?” full of concern.

You just called me clingy and let Donghyuck make fun of me. Yes, everything’s amazing.

“Yes, of course. Why?” you replied, using all of your acting skills in the process which, by the way, were very poor. But apparently they worked, because Jeno smiled at you and shook his head. “Nothing”.

But if you were successful at lying to him right now, then by the end of the movie he understood that something was wrong. You were avoiding all of his attempts of skin ship because “it was too hot”, but then you were grasping at the blanket like there’s no tomorrow. You were also laughing at everything remotely funny that came out of Jaemin’s mouth while you simply ignored all of Jeno’s attempts of making you laugh. Hell, you didn’t even argue with Donghyuck when he murmured something about Jeno being the most unfunny guy he ever met. Oh and you were playing and laughing with Jisung who was sitting next to you.

In short, you were avoiding him.

But he decided to shrug these thoughts away. Maybe he was being paranoid, he thought: you were just enjoying your friends’ company, plus it wasn’t written anywhere that you were allowed to talk and give attentions only to him.

Little did he know, this was just what you were trying to do: shower everyone with attentions except him.

Eventually the movie came to an end, and while everyone was pronouncing their goodnights and heading to sleep, you just remained there, with your phone between your hands, scrolling mindlessly on your Instagram feed.

Usually you and Jeno would have gone to bed together, sharing your thoughts about the movie you just watched, or simply talking about everything and nothing at the same time. But not today. He wanted space? You were giving him space.

Jeno already stood up to make his departure, but soon noticed you weren’t following him like you always did. “Are you coming?” he asked you, stopping on his tracks.

“I’ll just reply to a few messages and then I’ll go to sleep too. Don’t wait for me, you can go”

“Y/N are you sure everything’s okay? You’ve been acting quite weird. Are you alright? Did something happen?”

“Of course not, Jeno. Nothing happened” you replied rather coldly. Then you sighed. “I’m good, don’t worry for me” you added, softly this time. Although you believed he deserved it, you didn’t want to be too rude to him.

He nodded, and without saying anything more, he left.

At this point you started feeling a tiny bit guilty, still you couldn’t simply pretend nothing happened: their words hurt you and even if you really wished to just forget everything, you couldn’t. You just couldn’t, it was stronger than you.

By the way, you had no intention of sleeping with Jeno tonight, so you grabbed the blanket all of you once shared when watching the movie, and struggled a little bit to find a comfortable position. Eventually, after some tears escaped from your eyes, you drifted into a restless sleep.

It took a couple of hours for Jeno to realize you were not in bed with him.

He just fell asleep, a part of him believing that later you would have joined him. But when he woke up, he immediately sensed that something was off. Still sleepy, he touched the other side of the bed only to find it empty, and immediately stood up. It was 3 A.M, why weren’t you sleeping? What the heck were you doing? Did someone kidnap you? At this point he was surprised of how paranoid he could be.

His thoughts came to an end when he saw you, on the couch, with a blanket shielding you from the cold, all curled up. He didn’t see the dried tears that stained your face, though.

Sitting slowly beside you, not wanting to scare you, he gently shook you, not sure himself if it was the right thing to do. He was just so confused, he genuinely didn’t have any idea of what was happening. But he knew one thing for sure: you had been acting cold with him and he wouldn’t had moved until you confessed what was going on. Was it something he said or did? Was today your anniversary or something and he forgot it? Poor boy absolutely couldn’t find peace unless he knew what he did.

Soon you opened your eyes, still heavy from the – lack of – sleep.

“Hey” he murmured softly.

You considered pretending to sleep but nah, as I said earlier, you weren’t a good actress.

“Hey” you replied, stretching your limbs a little bit.

“I got worried since you weren’t sleeping next to me” he chuckled awkwardly. Sure thing, he didn’t know how to handle this situation since this was the first time you were acting like this.

“I… umm… I just fell asleep here” you replied looking at your hands, which you were scratching due to the nervousness.

Another lie.

Then silence.

“Y/N look at me” his voice suddenly changed, turning colder.

You swallowed, a knot forming again in your throat, as you forced back the tears that were trying to escape. You didn’t want to give in so soon.

But how could you, when he was getting angry at you? You should have been angry, not the opposite. And you know what? He was right, you were taking it too far. He didn’t deserve this. Look at how nice he tried to be all night, you managed to anger a calm and patient man like him. How stupid could you be at this point?

With a quivering lip you turned your head, facing him. He was watching you intently, with a serious frown on his face. Your grip on the blanket got tighter, almost ripping it with your nails.

You stayed silent. Then he spoke.

“Why are you being like this?”

You swallowed. What should you say? Were you even allowed to say anything at this point?

You tried to open your mouth to say something, but as soon as you tried your eyes were filled with tears, rapidly falling on your skin. You just couldn’t take it anymore, so you just faced away and buried your face in the pillow, trying to muffle your sobs. You didn’t want to look so pathetic in his eyes, although by now you thought you were being beyond pathetic.

If earlier there was any anger in Jeno, now every hint of it dissipated at the sight of you crying, curled up on the couch. He suddenly felt guilt taking over him. But the amount of confusion and frustration was bigger, so, as much as it pained him to see you cry because of him, this didn’t prevent him from trying to find out what had gotten into you. He was honestly so tired, he just wanted to sleep with you on his side.

He gently, almost scared, touched your trembling frame, and when he noticed there was no sign of rebellion from you, he lied down and hugged you tightly from behind.

And you kept on crying silently, a loud sob escaping occasionally, as he murmured sweet nothings into your ears, shushing you gently and telling you that everything’s fine, I’m here with you. Just let it out.

When you finally finished crying, he placed a soft kiss on your neck, then another on your wet cheek.

“Wanna talk about it?”

There was no point in lying by now. So you faced him, face full of concern and arms still tightly secured around you. And you just let out everything, from how you overheard their conversation – including how sorry you were for doing it and promising it would never happen again -, to how you were hurt by Donghyuck’s words but mostly by Jeno’s lack of words.

On the other hand, poor Jeno didn’t have any idea this could have affected you so much, and because of this he didn’t even think this could have been the cause of your sudden behavior. He just listened everything silently, surprised, just like a kid to whom the newest things are explained.

“I just got so angry at you for not defending me, and for letting Hyuck make fun of me. So I wanted to distance myself from you as much as possible to have my revenge” you openly confessed, hiding your face in his chest.

“I’m really sorry I took this so far. I should have talked instead” you add.

“Well, that’s true” Jeno replied, “but I can’t say I’m in the right either. First thing, we shouldn’t have talked about you like that, plus I’m really sorry I didn’t say anything to Hyuck, I understand this hurt you a lot”

“But do you really think I’m that clingy? Because if so, all you have to do is say the word and I’ll try to respect you space more” you asked, looking up at him with watery eyes.

And if your ears were sharp enough, you could have heard the sound of Jeno’s heart shattering.

Now he was the one who was on the verge of tears.

“Y/N please don’t ever say such a thing. You don’t have to change anything about yourself. I love you because you are you, including your touchy and loving nature. Besides, don’t look at me this way or I’m seriously gonna cry” he added whining, causing a smile – a real one – to appear on your face.

“Now it’s a lot better” he affirmed, tracing your curled up lips with his thumb.

“Can I kiss you or you’re still mad at me?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I was thinking about making you suffer a little more” you joked.

“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable”

“I think so too”

He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I should kiss that annoying attitude of yours away”

“I don’t know, should you?”

“I’ll take that as a yes”

And with that he kissed you, the fight of moments ago long forgotten. A slow and gentle kiss, a mixture of emotions being shown: remorse, love, affection. It was a way for the both of you to say “it’s all in the past now”.

After you parted, one thought snapped in his mind.

“Wait, how will you manage the matter with Donghyuck? I can talk to him if you want” he pointed out, concerned. He perfectly understood if you were angry at the boy in question, but he also wished all of you to be as bonded as a big family, his family.

“There’s no need, I’ll just confront him by myself, beat him up until he asks for forgiveness and then forgive and hug him”

Jeno looked at you, almost scared. “What…?”

“Just kidding” you said, laughing at his funny face. Still hugging, you made yourselves comfortable enough to sleep.

“Or maybe not”

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