#it's the gif of him bowing during his intro during the live show

[wnobin]

dinosaurs and bears 🦕

childhood crush! anton x fem! reader

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

series synopsis: anton lee was your first friend, eventually becoming your first love. and despite changing over the years in college, your heart still falters the same way it did when you were both kids.

intro | part one | part two | part three | part four (final!)

fourteen years ago.

growing up next door to the lee family meant that yours and anton’s lives would be unavoidably intertwined. anton still remembers the first time he met you. you were both still kids, you being a mere seven year old while anton was a year older. your parents had brought you over to the lee’s house to catch up, and they thought you were finally old enough to have play dates with the quiet and introverted boy next door. 

anton’s parents had thought their son was closed off. a bit too closed off. he was soft spoken and seemed to always be in his own world, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, they just thought it would be good for you and him to develop a friendship. you and anton weren’t that different, with you being an equally closed off child who didn’t talk to people as much as to your plushies. during your first meeting, you held onto your teddy bear tightly whilst hiding behind your parent’s legs. your teddy bear, mr. fuzzles, which was white and adorned with a small pink bow tie on its neck was the single most precious thing to six year old you, you never left the house without it. similarly, anton held onto a blue brachiosaurous plushie. both of your parents waited to see which one of you would initiate the conversation, but alas, neither of you had the courage to utter a word to the other. 

you didn’t care much at the boy standing opposite of you, rather, you cared more about the plushie in his hands. your eyes zeroed onto the blue dinosaur plushie he held onto and without saying a word, you stepped closer to anton and grabbed his precious childhood toy. anton, your parents, and his parents all let out a gasp. really? i let brachio get taken by a seven year old in pigtails? anton thought to himself, but he was still too shy to say anything— telling himself that you were just a little kid and he should be the bigger person and not snatch what was his back. before your parents could give you an earful, you pushed your teddy bear towards anton’s chest, still not saying a word but maintaining eye contact with the boy now. your parents let out a cohesive aww as they urged anton to show you more of his dinosaur collection— books, plushies, and figurines. the older boy nodded and gave you a soft smile before bringing you into his study and pulling out a heavy hardcover book. encyclopaedia of dinosaurs. truth be told, you couldn’t care less about dinosaurs, you simply just wanted to play with anton’s brachio. but the way the older talked about the history dinosaurs and the way his soft voice became more excited and expressive convinced you to listen to him go on until it was time to go. anton had never been able to drone on and on about his special interest to anyone without them finding it boring, but your little nods and mhms made him feel heard for once— even though your tiny brain could barely digest anything he was saying 

before leaving that day, anton tried to give you mr. fuzzles back but you shook your head, hugging brachio to your chest. “yours now.” before getting to know you, anton would have gotten upset and probably complain to his parents about you but after the day of getting to know you, he felt okay to part with his beloved plushie knowing that you gave him yours, symbolising the blossoming friendship between you two. 

a/n: this is a reupload btw… wanted 2 change up sum stuff!!!

#riize #riize x reader #riize fluff #riize imagines #anton x reader #riize anton x reader #anton lee #anton imagines #anton fluff

[ethereal-navi]

Valuable Lessons

Pairing: Ao’nung x Sully! Reader

Summary: You teach the chief’s son a few new things

Content Warning: Nothing but enemies to lovers trope

A/N: So the vibe of this piece is Jake and Neytiri in a different font. Also this takes place before Ao’nung and his friends pick on Kiri.

“Hey fish lips, wait up!”

Ao’nung spun around at the annoying and slightly insulting nickname. His eyes rolled at the sight of you jogging up to him.

“Oh, if it isn’t the tree hugger. Don’t you have a ilu to fall off of or something?” His ridiculing statement along with his smug look caused your eyes to roll as the soft sounds of waves filled the air.

Ever since your family arrived at Awa’atlu, Ao’nung and his friends had been giving you and your siblings a hard time about adapting to the water. So why not try and give him a taste of his own medicine and have him try and so something forest Na’vi excel at.

“Actually since you and your sister are teaching me and my siblings your ways, I wanted to teach you something.”

He scoffed.

“What could a forest girl possibly teach me?”

Your hands moved to pull a bow from behind your back and hold it out to him. His eyes studied it in your hands with confusion. The people in Awa’atlu use various spears for weapons so there would be no reason for a bow, let alone the knowledge to shoot one.

“I figured since you’re sooo amazing and clever shooting would be easy for you .” It was now your turn to host a smug look while he looked at you with slight panic in his eyes. That panic was short lived as he tried to cover it up with a laugh.

“How hard can it be if someone like you can do it?” The sea boy was reacting just as you’d hope.

“So let’s have you give it a try, hm?” You suddenly grabbed his hand and held it open to place the bow in his palm.

“And why should I? I have nothing to prove to you.”

You shrugged. “You’re right. I guess you’re too much of a baby, so I’ll go see if Roxto can instead.”

As you went to grab the weapon back he quickly closed his fist against it and scoffed.

“Give me an arrow.”

A smirk stayed on your lips while you handed him one. In this moment he started to feel intimidated. Once he was given the arrow he immediately tried to act like he knew what he was doing and placed it against the bow string.

You stood on the side and watched his actions with your arms crossed.

“Aim for that tree stump, genius.”

A look of confusion started to appear on his face as he struggled to figure out how to pull the string back. It seemed that the thickness of his arms was a obstacle for him. You watched him decide to wing it and shoot it completely wrong.

In result of that the arrow barely shot out and fell onto the sand.

“Wow, Ao’nung. That was… something.” You laughed at his failure just as he did to you. His cheeks began to heat up in embarrassment.

“You show me then.”

A chuckle left your lips while taking the bow from his hand. Your fingers briefly caressed his palm during the exchange, causing his eyes to linger on your frame when you went to pick up the arrow.

Without hesitation your hands found their place on the weapon and shot the arrow meters away in a flash. The two of you watched it plunge itself intro the stump. Ao’nung had no choice but to stand there in awe, mouth threatening to fall open.

“So much for being a tree hugger, right?”

He paused for a second before responding.

“I wanna go again.” Surprised by his statement your eyebrows lifted before handing the bow back to him. Your fingers pull another arrow out of your pack then handed that to him as well.

After grabbing it he tried to replicate what he had seen. You shook your head and walked up to him to fix his posture.

His teal skin shuttered at the feeling of your hands gently lifting his arms to straighten his shoulders. The two of you were now face to face with the bow in between. He used this moment as a opportunity to study your foreign beauty while you looked forward at the target.

Bright yellow orbs met his gaze when you turned to face him, causing a slight dark blue blush to appear on your cheeks. Both of you stared for what felt like an eternity til you brought back your focus and clicked your tongue, telling him to turn his attention to the tree stump.

He took notice of the sudden reaction and it left him with more confidence. This allowed him to actually shoot the arrow this time. It managed to land right underneath yours causing a big smile to appear on his lips and a chuckle to leave you.

“Guess you’re not as bad as I thought fish lips-“

“Y/N!”

Your head turned towards the sound of Lo’ak’s voice. “Dad wants us back.”

Ao’nung went to give the bow back but was halted.

“Keep it for a couple days. You need the practice.” You grabbed the pack of arrows then placed them on the bow in his grasp.

You flashed him a quick smile before jogging up to your younger brother. The interaction between you two had Lo’ak staring at him with a hardened look before going to follow you. Ao’nung stood on the beach, awestruck. He gazed down at weapon in his hand.

Perhaps he had finally met his match with you.

#avatar fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar x you #avatar fluff #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #aonung #ao’nung

[ariadne-does-her-best]

Love in G Major

Dick Grayson x Reader One-Shot; Soulmate!Au

Word Count: 2,500+

Warnings: Kidnapping but nothing graphic happens

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my first time posting a fic so characters may be a little OOC. Please let me know if you guys liked this and if you want to, feel free to send a request! Also, I might make a series of Soulmate! Aus since I have a good idea for Jasons thought out. xo, Ariadne

Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, you’re one of the lucky ones to receive a physical sign of your soulmate in the form of a timer counting down to when you’ll meet. But after being kidnapped by the Riddler, hours before you’re supposed to meet them, you can only pray that the Riddler of all people isn’t your soulmate.

Five hours.

You swayed to the rich sound of your cello, eyes closed, as you shifted your hand down into fourth position. You rested for a beat before going down bow, still doing vibrato even after the piece was done. The audience waited for a sign that you were done with the piece, be it that your hand stopped moving or you physically stood up and told them to clap. Instead, you opened your eyes and smiled as the diners took their cue to start clapping before inclining your head in thanks as you waited for the applause to die down.

It was a normal Saturday at the small but expensive Italian restaurant you performed at. You weren’t supposed to be there since you had requested to take today off but the owner had still put you down to play during half of the two-hour live performance time slot. At the end of the day, money was money and who were you to ever say no to the thousands you always received in tips. After all, you could only think about the new bow you could buy with the money. Which would lead to you sounding better, getting more gigs, and making more money. The process was like a cycle, really.

After the applause stopped and those who were up putting money in your jar had sat down in their seats, you sat back down and started playing Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1, Prelude. You could hear the pianist who was supposed to take over for the rest of the night setting up, his hands flipping through his many copies of sheet music.

Aside from the sounds of cutlery and the wisps of conversation, there was not much noise other than the smooth sound of your cello. But even if there were no noises, something still bothered you.

At first, it wasn’t that bad. You could feel someone staring at you, which was normal since you were performing on a stage with your whole being on display, but it was longer and more intense than normal. Letting your eyes wander around the crowded restaurant, your eyes locked onto a pair of green eyes. You smiled slightly at the young girl before wincing as the slight burning of your wrist got worse. You continued playing, closing your eyes as you tried to ignore the burning of your timer. Your soulmate timer.

You were one of the lucky individuals who had a visible connection to their soulmate. Instead of feeling a spark whenever you touch your soulmate, like your neighbors do, or being able to finally see color when you touch your soulmate, like your parents, you were one of the few lucky ones who could count down to the precise moment when you would meet your soulmate. And that was exactly what you did. When you were thirteen and your parents had explained your soulmate mark to you, the first thing you did was calculate when you would meet your soulmate according to your timer and write it down in your diary.

It was impossible for you to ignore the burning on your wrist, impossible for you to not grin as you played. But your grin was wiped off when you heard glass shatter and a scream.

Four hours.

You had no idea where you were but judging by the smell of the place and the fact that two men wearing green suits with question marks were staring at you, you were not at the restaurant.

‘At least I still have my cello,’ you thought as you pulled against the ropes that tied you against a pillar. The henchmen were talking between themselves as they approached the pillar where you were tied. They started untying you from the pillar and you took this opportunity to suddenly stand up and run.

You heard one of the henchmen curse but you ran in random zigzag lines towards where the door was. It was weird that the henchmen didn’t shoot at you or even attempt to stop you. But you ignored the niggling in the back of your mind. Wrenching the door open, you looked back at where your cello lay and turned back around to walk towards your freedom.

Except it wasn’t your freedom, it was the Riddler in his forest green suit and bowler combo. A rather tacky-looking combo in your opinion but hey, you weren’t going to be the one to break the news to a murderous criminal. He looked up at your sudden entrance and smiled.

“Here she is,” he said, yanking you into the room where the guests of the restaurant were tied onto the seats of an auditorium. You shivered as the cold air hit you and you looked around the room, taking in the TV production set up and the large stage that covered up more than half of the room there.

The Riddler dragged you up onto the stage, and you couldn’t help but wince as the harsh lights burned your eyes.

“What am I doing on stage,” you asked the Riddler as you covered your eyes with your hands. The Riddler’s smile became somehow larger, looking rather comical for a second before becoming more uncomfortable to look at. “Riddle me this,” the Riddler started as he pushed you down onto a chair, “what is it that cannot open any locks and yet has 24 keys?”

Your eyes furrowed in confusion as you rubbed at your wrist, the burning sensation somehow getting worse.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled as a minute passed.

“Well, if you don’t know, why don’t we give you a little motivation to figure out the right answer?”

And with that, the Riddler drew out a gun and pointed it at the closest person seated at the stage, the pianist. At this point, you could hear the sobs wracking through his body and you thought about his elderly parents who depended on him to pay for their surgeries. You don’t know how you could live with his blood on your hands.

“Wait, I have the answer,” you cried out, reaching out to grab the Riddler’s elbow but stopping. Something told you that that wouldn’t be a good idea and he might take that opportunity to shoot you.

“Well, do go on.”

“It’s music,” you said, staring at the deranged man’s face. He broke into peals of laughter, clapping his hands, as he tried to settle himself. It was unnerving how he could flip the switch easily from being a man ready to kill another to laughing as if you were the funniest person on Earth.

“That’s correct. And with that, let us start the games.”

Three hours.

After asking you his initial riddle, the Riddler had quickly set up a broadcast to be shown to all of Gotham, using the footage that one of his henchmen had taken of him questioning you as the intro.

“Batman, I have two riddles for you,” he said, addressing the camera. If you weren’t stuck on stage with two guns pointed at you as you tuned a somewhat cheap cello, you would have sighed. Why couldn’t he also include picture puzzles or something else for once? But you were stuck on stage so you just carefully tuned the instrument, hoping that none of the guards took your movement as you tuned as a sign of your sad attempt at running away.

“There are as many constellations in the sky as there are keys in a piano. What number am I? There you will find the answer to, ‘What is it that makes songs but you will never hear it sing?’ You have an hour to find them before I start playing my little game.”

As if that's your cue, one of the gunmen poked your back and you tensed, surprised by how cold the metal was through your sweater. You quickly quit your tuning and started playing the op. 88, hoping that maybe Batman or Robin would recognize it. It would probably be difficult for them to recognize since they probably weren’t as necessarily as interested in music as you were. And if they were, it’d probably be a little difficult to hear and piece together the piece since you were playing more stiffly than your usual languid movements.

You just hoped that they could understand the Riddler’s riddle and show up to save the night.

Two hours.

An hour has passed of you sitting in your seat playing your cello. Your butt was stiff from the hard chair, your back hurt from your stiff posture, and your wrist was burning pretty badly. At the thought of your wrist, your mind recoiled slightly. What if your soulmate was one of the Riddler’s henchmen? Or the Riddler himself? The thought of it made you want to puke.

“Well Gotham,” the Riddler said, standing in front of the mic as he paused to look dramatically at the camera. “Batman still hasn’t arrived yet so I will be starting my game. And today we have a very special guest that will be playing with me.”

At this, the goons started applauding and you heard a child in the audience cry even louder.

“Our special guest is the one and only (Y/N) (L/N) who has been playing such lovely music for us during our broadcast.”

You sat in your chair, music forgotten as another stage light shone on you.

“Now come on (Y/N), don’t be shy. I know that I’m somewhat of a local celebrity but I don’t bite.”

You shivered under the Riddler’s gaze and got up, trying your best not to stumble as you walked towards him. Your breathing was labored now and the closer you got to the Riddler, the more you felt like you were going to faint.

“(Y/N) here is going to play a simple game. She’s going to play a song that shows up in the cards,” he held up a large stack of index cards and fanned them out on the podium. The crying from the audience became even louder, with ‘Please, no’s mixed in. You turned to watch the small girl from the restaurant being dragged onto the stage, the bright lights highlighting the tears running down her face.

“And if (Y/N) here cannot play the song or if she plays even a single note or rhythm incorrectly, little Bella here will be dunked into this vat of water. For each mistake, she will be kept there for thirty seconds longer.”

You watched in horror as the girl was dragged towards what looked like a giant hole in the ground filled with water. She struggled against her restraints as she cried, her bleary eyes focused on something over your shoulder. You looked over in the corner of your eye and saw the familiar red and yellow of Robin.

As you turned around to shake the Riddler’s hand in acceptance of the rules, you curled your hand in a fist.

“Let the game begin,” he shouted, smiling at the camera before he went to choose a card.

“I’m sorry but we’re going to have to change the rules,” you said before pulling back your fist and punching him in the jaw.

One hour.

You were hiding in the corner of the stage, hidden by the curtains as you tried to untie Bella. The poor girl was trying to hold her sobs in but some still escaped, sounding misplaced in the sounds of Batman and Robin beating the Riddler & co. into oblivion.

You shushed her and tried to twist the rope and push it through the knot when a birdarang flew through the gap of the curtains and sliced your cheek along with the stray strands of hair nearby before hitting the wood paneling behind you. You ignored the blood that was slowly dripping down your face before grabbing the birdarang. You probably grabbed it wrong since it cut the palm of your hand, making you curse under your breath as you started sawing through the multiple knots in the ropes around Bella’s hands and feet.

Once she was free, the little girl tried to get up and run but you grabbed her, putting a finger up to your mouth and cupping a hand behind your ear, whispering “listen.”

You both sat there, listening to the sounds of Robin giggling as he punched someone. You furrowed your brow at that, wondering who exactly was the boy crazy enough to dress up as a traffic signal and fight crime with an equally weird man dressed as a bat.

You slowly started standing up once the sounds of Robin’s laughter had receded before holding a hand out to Bella. The young girl grabbed your hand and you both started edging your way off of the stage area where the fighting was taking place and towards her parents. Batman and Robin were tying people up when you finally found Bella’s father, the sound of the GCPD’s sirens in the background becoming louder and louder as they came closer.

As you and the other hostages made your way out, making sure to jump across the dock to the other side so you don’t fall into the disgusting water down below, you felt someone grab your wrist. You turned and smiled at Bella’s father.

“Why don’t you go and seek some medical assistance?”

“I will sir,” you replied before making your way to the paramedics, letting them fuss over your cuts. You could see Batman speaking to Commissioner Gordon but you couldn’t see Robin near them.

“I think you have something of mine,” Robin said with a grin as he held his hand towards you. You were surprised to see him in front of you but you smiled at him confused.

“I don’t know what you’re…,” you trailed off when you looked down to where he was pointing to see that you were still holding his birdarang.

“Oh. Well, I don’t know… maybe I should keep it. Something to remind me of this day,” you teased as you held up the birdarang so it was eye-level.

“Alright, you can keep it. Just don’t tell Batsie,” he said with a wink, causing you to giggle. “I’m sorry for cutting you.”

“It’s fine,” you said, wincing as the burning on your wrist became worse. Robin also gave out a hiss of pain at the same time as you, causing you to both stare at each other. You reached your hand out towards him slowly, letting your hands ghost over his cheekbones slightly when you felt the telltale cooling sensation of your wrist.

“Let’s go talk somewhere else,” he said, and you nodded, following behind him to an empty alleyway.

“Let me introduce myself again,” he started taking off his mask, “I’m Dick Grayson.”

You were met with the most beautiful pair of lilac-blue eyes, causing you to catch your breath in the back of your throat.

“And I’m (Y/N).”

“Why don’t we get out of here and get to know each other better, princess?”

“I would like that, love bird.”

#robin #nightwing #robin dick #robin dick grayson #dick grayson #dick grayson oneshot #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader imagines #dick grayson x reader imagine #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagines #dick grayson imagine #dc imagine #dc imagines #ariadne writes #ariadne does her best to write

[sleeping-sirens]

04 | Blossom

Masterlist

Intro - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight

"Mind telling me what happened down there?" Baekhyun asked after Ara had calmed down.

They were seated in a private lounge area. Soft music played in the background and the refreshing cold air coming from the AC made Ara feel better. She took a deep breath, plastering a reassuring smile on her face.

"It's alright," she shook her head. "I feel much better now."

Ara hated lying about her emotions, especially to Baekhyun. But she didn't want to tell him that she felt as if she was deep underwater, fighting to breathe. She didn't want to worry him more than he was worried about her and his fans as well. She didn't want to put more weight on his shoulders.

She wanted to be strong. She had to be strong, even if that was far from reality.

Baekhyun stared at her gently as she wrapped her lips around the straw and took a sip from her Americano. He reached for the cookie, cracking it in half and offering her a part. She declined, not feeling like consuming the chocolate chip cookie anymore.

"You sure you're going to be okay after that Americano you're drinking?" Baekhyun asked. He knew that she was stressed out even though she thought it wasn't showing.

Maybe her facial expressions could fake her emotions but the way she always held onto him never told a tale. She could lie all she wanted but Baekhyun never missed the sign of emotions swirling within her eyes. He didn't want to pressure her into talking, though. He knew full well that she was having a hard time adapting to the new situation, to what the future was preparing for them.

Although he wanted her to be strong, he knew that he couldn't change the way she feels or what she thinks about.

Baekhyun had been a big part of her life. She didn't know when, or how, but he impersonated her whole world; he carried her universe inside his eyes that she loved to gaze deeply at. Maybe she did know. Maybe it wasn't that hard to understand after all. He was destined for her. Ara was very much in love with Baekhyun and everything that came along. His cuteness? Check. His playful and cheeky nature? Absolutely captivating. His big and kind heart? Head over heels.

She was head over heels for him.

Him.

Him, who loved her through every part of her life. Him, who impregnated beautiful memories inside her mind. Him, who made spring blossom within her chest. Him, who made life much better. Him, who understood her at her lowest, never judged her and lifted her spirits to the highest levels. Him, who held her pieces together, both physically and emotionally.

Him and her.

Through thick and thin.

They understood each other. They might have fired up the greatest bombs at each other during fights. They might have had low moments where they came at each other's throats at some points in their lives. Sure thing, they didn't have it easy. Certainly, they had to work hard to build their relationship on a strong base.

Nothing was perfect and Baekhyun and Ara were a tangled mess of imperfect perfection. They were fire and water, unusually warm and icy cold. An artwork perfectly deteriorated at the edges, painted with blue shades of their personalities and hints of their yellow compatibility. Soft and gentle with a dash of raging red passion.

Hand in hand they walked through the dark and narrow hallways of the studio. The dark-grey-painted walls weren't suffocating, they were rather tender with soft hues of yellow lights illuminating the path leading to the recording room.

A cute strain of giggly laughter bloomed inside their ears when they entered the small space. On the small bench sat Doyoung from NCT waiting for his Hyung to start recording their collab OST song. Ara couldn't help but let a smile paint the tips of her lips upon seeing the cute interaction between Baekhyun and Doyoung. It was crystal clear that the younger loved his Sunbae-nim and respected both him and his relationship with her.

Doyoung shyly bowed at Ara before he invited her to sit on the bench facing the sound-proof room inside the recording studio. Baekhyun turned to look at her. He gave her a tender smile that she reciprocated before he reached for her hands, preventing her from sitting.

Their eyes swam together in deep and silent emotions that reverberated loudly inside the walls of their rib cages, sending butterflies dancing in the pit of their bellies. His thumbs rubbed soothing and gentle circles on her knuckles before he leaned in to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Don't miss me too much, okay?" Baekhyun whispered in Ara's ear, sending a tumble straight to her heart.

Every day, he made her fall deeper in love with him.

"I can't promise you that." She replied, her voice quivering. "Because I miss you even more when you're with me."

If she missed him even when he was beside her, what was to happen to her when he would be gone? She buried her worries deep down her heart, imperfectly concealing all of it with a smile.

Reluctantly, Baekhyun turned on his heels and followed Doyoung inside. Soft tunes started playing. The atmosphere quickly turning into a calm and comforting bubble, where Ara's eyes only saw Baekhyun getting ready to sing his heart out. Like he always does.

The song started with Doyoung's honey-laced voice and Ara's heart went into a frenzy, waiting for her boyfriend to start singing. Before long, Baekhyun's pleasant and silvery voice arose, submerging Ara in a state of serenity.

When it was time for the chorus, Doyoung and Baekhyun sang together.

"I'll miss you, it can't be helped," Doyoung started, hand on his chest and eyes closed, concentrating deeply on his singing voice. "But I won't make things hard for you."

"I'll be in pain and cry for a while, as I look for you." Baekhyun followed. Opposite to Doyoung, Baekhyun had his gaze anchored on Ara, singing the words especially for her.

Ara's heart clenched. She took a deep breath, unable to take her eyes off Baekhyun. There was some sort of magnetic force pulling them toward each other. Their eyes swam with deep feelings, hearts on the edge of a cliff, not knowing whether to fly high into the wild skies or crash six feet underground.

"But don't worry about it..." Doyoung chirped.

Before she knew it, Baekhyun's reassuring voice went straight to her heart, reaching the deepest layers, coating them with a mixture of comfort, love, reassurance all in one sentence.

"It'll only be for a while."

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[evisamora]

Since the trailer of She-Ra season 4 came out, I have a lot of questions and predictions about what will happen next.

1. I want to starts with Entrapta.

In the end of season 3, Catra send her on beast island. We don’t see her in the trailer, but she is still the in opening intro. so Entrapta is ALIVE. This is not a surprise for everyone, but I wanted to say it.

Entrapta will be on beast island and who do you think is on this island? Micah. I am at 210% Micah is there, and who send him there? Shadow Weaver. I wouldn’t be surprise that Shadow Weaver saved Michah’s life.

Anyway, we will learn about Entrapta and Micah during the mid-season and they will make a comeback at the end of the season.

I am so excited for this story because don’t get me wrong, but if there’s someone who can escape Beast Island it’s Entrapta, and she will have help of Micah. Plus Shadow Weaver said it, Entrapta is the only one who can combine Magic and Technology.

2. Mara

So, there’s a lot of theory about Mara and I think the one we all agree is that she is still alive.

The first theory is that she is in a dimension, like Angella, and she is stuck there.

Actually, I have difficulties with this one, since she has recorded the message after crashing and we heard people coming for her. Except is she opened the last portal where Hordak get Adora.

The other theory is that she is on beast island, which it can be interesting too and make a nice story with Entrapta and Micah.

Another theory is that Madam Razz is Mara in a costume, and she try in her best to train Adora and guide Adora. Which it could be really nice too.

One theory is that Mara is actually dead, and it was really a perfect world where Adora was not She-Ra. Since she struggles a lot being She-Ra and wish, in a way, to have control in her destiny.

Last theory about Mara is that she is kept by Light Hope in a prison, in the temple where Adora train.

I am pretty sure we will have more keys about Mara, but I wouldn’t be surprise that she will show herself only at the end of the season or at the beginning of the last season.

3. Glimmer

I think Glimmer will be one of the character the most interesting this season and everyone is excited to see it.

Glimmer will leave big change in her life and I the "dead" of Angella. She will feel alone and will push people away, mostly Adora and Bow.

The only person she will allow will be Shadow Weaver, and god no one wants to be close to her. *except me, spank me mama* Shadow Weaver will bring the idea of vengence in Glimmer’s head. I mean, she doesn’t need Shadow Weaver for that, but she won’t help either.

I think Glimmer will be in a depression, that we will call the "Dark side" and at some pount she will cross a line and bring her back in track.

The line she will cross?

I won’t be surprise she will try to hurt Catra and Adora will protect Catra, and Glimmer and Adora will have a huge fight about that. And this could happen mid-season or the end of season 4.

I won’t be surprise either that she will try to banish Entrapta and Bow will protect Entrapta and boom bug fight between these two.

Don’t get me wrong, but if glimmer is going to the dark side will learn the hard way and she will need to cross a line to know what she is doing it’s not ok.

I am really excited to see what will happen. Btw, her new design is so sexy.

4. Catra

Catra is sexier than never. Top me, top me, top me.

Catra will take over Hordak and we already saw it in the sneak peek. Which many of us preddicted.

Catra will love to be in control, but don’t get me wrong I feel she will hit the rock bottom soon more than never.

I feel like Scorpia will play a huge part in this, plus Double Trouble and Horde Prime.

We all know that the redemption arc is closer than never. Is it at the end of season 4? Is it at the beginning of season 5? Is she going to change camp at the end of the last season during the final battle?

Catra has so many possibilities and this is awesome. I really wish it will be end of season 4, where she will start to see what she is doing is bad, but I feel it won’t be.

Is Catra a princess? We know that now she has the same hair that we saw in season 1 episode 12 with Light Hope. BUT is she a magicat princess or it’s because she will be at the head of the Horde and being considered as a princess to fight against Horde Prime? That is really more and more interesting.

I would like to see Catra being captured by the Rebellion and seeing Scorpia with them and going crazy. Anyway, Catra will need a good kick in the ass, but more she gain power more we are close to see her fall and get her redemption fam.

5. Double Trouble

Our new nonbinary character is finally here and god I already love them.

Are they going to be a brat? Yes they will. Are they good or villain? That is an interesting question, since in the old She-Ra they are Glimmer’s cousin and work has a double agent. I wouldn’t be surprise that they are a double agent again but for Horde Prime this time. But we saw them in the Prom episode and I don’t think it was an accident. So they might be a double agent again, but Glimmer doesn’t even know they are.

Maybe they are a new Scorpia love interest? I would love to see that happen. Im sorry for Scortra fan, but in my opinion Scorpia deserves better and deserves someone who will love her as much as she loves.

This character will be really interesting, and I can’t wait to see them.

6. Scorpia

We already know that Scorpia will have an episode about her and I can’t wait to see her stand for herself and kick Catra’s ass.

God, I’ll be honest with you everyone, I am waiting for this moment since season 1. I love Scorpia and I think she will be a great leader. At the end, I want to see her at the head of the Horde and bring peace in this place.

I don’t know what will happen with Scorpia tbh. I feel like she will leave the Horde because Etheria will be more important than Catra happiness. I feel she will bring people with her too, like Lonnie, Kyle and Rogelio and maybe Double Trouble will be the reason of it.

I think it will be a difficult journey for Scorpia but she will finaly find herself and being stronger than never.

If Scortra has to happen, I guess it will be at the very end, because a little like catradora, they need to separe themselve because Catra is in a toxic mode.

7. Bow

Tbh, I have no clue about Bow this season, but I am a little worried about him.

I would like to see him being less a people pleaser and stabd for himself too. NO ONE CARES BOW! BE YOURSELF, WE LOVE YOU THE WAY YOU ARE.

I feel that Glimmer and him will be really difficult this season, but they will find a way. I know they will.

But I feel like the fight about Glimmer wanting to hurt someone and Bow trying to convince her that they are the "good guys" will come back during the season.

I think he will be really important and I can’t wait to see the direction his character will take.

8. Adora

My favorite dumb lesbian.

Since the story turns around her, again she will be the key elements.

I feel Adora will struggle to see Glimmer being bad, Catra being bad and the story with Mara and Etheria.

Adora has to live with the idea that Angella sacrifice her life to save everyone when it was her job. Does it can create a cold between Glimmer and her? Probably.

She will go through a lot of pressure and won’t know what is good and what is bad anymore.

I feel Adora will learn, and she already seeing it, that there’s no balck and white, but more greys areas.

I would like to see Scorpia join the Rebellion and Adora and Scorpia becoming friend. I would like to see them struggle together about seeing their friends becoming more and more villains. Adora will have difficulties to let Glimmer go more than Catra because I feel she doesn’t want to make the same mistake she did with Catra. Or it could awake new feelings about Catra, and see what her mistake was.

Is infected She-Ra will be here again? I hope so.

9. The Rebellion

I really feel that Glimmer going crazy will create problem in the Princess Alliance.

I think it will struggle to get stick together, but Adora and Bow will do their best to keep them together.

I could see Glimmer canceling the Alliance too tbh.

I know at the end they will be back together.

I hope we will see more about Sea Hawk this season because I really missed my boy.

10. Hordak

Hordak lost his queen, and now will lose his position at the head of the Horde.

I feel Catra will keep him around until she doesn’t need him anymore.

He will be lost in his head and I feel he will have like an existencial crisis.

I could see him going back at the head when Horde Prime arrives.

I can see him leaving and going after Entrapta.

I can see him going feral after learning that Catra lied and take back his place to the Horde.

One thing is sure, it’s that he still wants to prove himself to Horde Prime, so I won’t be surprise that he will fight his place until he will be able to.

I wish, my boi will get his anti heros redemption and join the rebellion to fight Horde Prime.

I want to see him and Entrapta reunited, but I won’t be surprise that Entrapta will try to come back to him and he will push her away thinking she betrayed him.

ANYWAYS,

I feel like Shadow Weaver will be important in Glimmer’s dark side.

I wish that Shadow Weaver and Catra will find peace between each other, not for Shadow Weaver, but more for Catra to be in peace with herself and love herself better.

Plus, this season seems really huge and I am really excited because everything can change and alot might change too.

I am not ready, and we are going close to the end and I hate that. I wish they will give us more episodes than 50, because I really need more. I love this show so much and The Crew is doing a great job and continue to slap us in the face so many times.

We all thought that season 3 was our mental breakdowns, I feel that we are going to cry a lot in season 4.

Don’t forget november 5th.

I will tag she ra spoilers and season 4 on my tags.

#she ra #catradora #catra #spop #adora #she ra and the princess of power #entrapta #glimmer #bow #glimbow #glow #perfuma #mara #angella #micah #mermista #sea hawk #scorpia #lonnie #madam razz #season 4 #she ra theory #Hordak #entrapdak #double trouble #shadow weaver #November 5

[rkjeongin-blog]

⭐️MGA 5 EPISODE 1 singing step by step by oh my girl (00:06 - 01:27 // 02:35 - 02:54 // 03:23 - 03:42) callback performance, or how to discover u have a crush mid-song

‘‘ When you get one step, two steps farther away I will take three steps toward you So we won’t get any farther apart ’’

he hums it on his way to school, during class, during lunch, on his way back home, in the shower, in his bed. jeongin never expected a callback, even if he dreamed of it, even if everyone around him encouraged him and kept saying he would make it through. he remembers hongjoong sending words of support, always taking care of him as if he were his own son (and let's be honest, he pretty much is at this point), yeji helping him through the song selection process and listening to him pratice, and his main inspiration, chojin, just getting him through most days with her smile and positivity. he wants to sing this for her, initially. the song is very pure and soft, it makes him think of her. in a way, he came on this show hoping to meet her again, or do her justice as her number one fan. he's also doing it for him, because he loves to sing, he loves idols and it would be amazing to be able to become one himself. inspire others as they inspired him... be someone special. if he's able to find all of these things within himself by standing on that stage, proudly, and show the contestants that he might look like nothing but is full of surprises then maybe his goal will be achieved.

he can't contain his amazement when they are brought in this huge set. so many lights, and seats, and staff member buzzing around. that is only when jeongin realizes that a hundred people is more than he thought. he has to stand out among them? beat a hundred of these people to make it to the end? it's impossible, it feels like. unimaginable. and yet he already made it here, and that's something worth celebrating. "woah!" it really the only thing that comes out of his mouth from the very moment he walks in to the moment the first contestant is called to the stage. he second doubts every single choice he made until now every time another person sings or dances. should he introduce himself like him? smile more like her? is his song too boring? not upbeat enough? or rather, not slow enough?

he clings to his seat and dreads the moment he will have to walk up there and embarrass himself in front of all these people, most of them older than he is. they all look so good, dolled up for the filming while jeongin didn't really think anything through. everyone he sat with keep calling him cute, saying he doesn't have to worry about a thing, but unfortunately they are not the ones who will perform in his place. there's no way to be sure he won't trip over or really throw up this time like he felt like doing on his audition. he closes his eyes a few times, focusing on his own breathing instead of the boys and girls showing off their talents. but he cheers for them too, applauds, even stands up when it's really good and impressive. he's not here to judge. he leaves that to the ceos, intimidating as they are. they know what they're doing unlike him.

"next up, yang jeongin-ssi." it's time.

his heart drops, and a cold wave washes over him. there's still time to back away... he needs a little push, and he gets it. hands land on his back and gently push him forward, leaving him no choice but to go for it, step by step, just like the lyrics he's about to sing. he finds courage in these words, because you're not always able to leap forward. when tiny steps are the only thing you can manage to make, you're still moving on. and that's not something to feel shameful about at all.

it's the irony of it all. the bright, cheerful, always positive jeongin shaking from head to toe as he stands in front of these five prestigious artists and ceos. they have years of experience he doesn't, have seen countless auditions and stages and can probably already kind of foresee who among them will make it to the end and who won't. sure, there are always a few wild cards in the mix but jeongin is certain he isn't one of them. he wants to show them his true self, he wants to be as colorful as he was during the triple threat challenge. but the scale is so much bigger right now.

he takes a deep breath. 'step by step'.

he regains strength once he looks over to one side of the stage and sees all the familiar faces. his cousins, his friends, who are all smiling at him, seemingly telling him he can do it. they believe in him, and so should he. he greets the audience with a lot more enthusiasm than could be expect when he first came up. "hello everyone!" he waves over to the judges, and both sides of the stage, exuding cuteness as he smiles brightly. "i'm baby fox yang jeongin! please look after me~" he can hear some faint laughter coming from the contestants, and it has him rub the back of his neck shyly. people do tell him he looks like a fox, and a baby, so he just put two and two together and made it his brand.

jeongin gets ready and just like that, his two minutes start. this will determine whether he is meant to be a real mga season 5 contestant or not, but in this moment all he can think of is not messing the intro to his song.

Where are you walking right now? Say you love me, say you love me

his voice sounds soft, angelic even. his eyes are closed, wanting to really live through the emotions of the song. there is chojin on his mind since the beginning. she is, after all, the one he always calls his future wife. the only person he always says he will ever love. but that couldn't be more untrue, because just as he's about to go into the first verse, he finally takes a look around him and instinctively searches for the people he cares about. his eyes meet seungmin's and suddenly the whole song makes so much sense.

The weather’s so nice, I’m dreaming About holding your hand and looking into your eyes Dduba dduba dduba dduba I do Dduba dduba dduba dduba I do I couldn’t sleep a single bit, I think I’m sick That’s right, I like you

seungmin's kindness. seungmin's smile. seungmin's hands when they reach for his. seungmin's warmth and hugs. in this very moment, in this very place, in front of these very people, does jeongin finally realize that he's been liking seungmin all along. that these butterflies, this shortness of breath, this weird feeling of longing, these rapid heartbeats, all meant one thing and one thing only. it's his hand he wants to hold, his lips he would like to taste... if he were to ever have his first kiss. for a while he keeps looking over at the older boy, completely fascinated by these newly embraced feelings.

When you get one step, two steps farther away I will take three steps toward you So we won’t get any farther apart When you take one step, two steps closer I will stay right here So it doesn’t feel like our love is going too fast

Say you love me, say you ddururudduddu Say you love me, say you love me

he doesn't know if he could ever ask seungmin if he feels the same way. there hasn't been any clear hint, besides how sweet he always acts with him, but most of his close hyungs are the same with him. they spoil him, protect him, and support him. he doesn't know why it feels different with seungmin, but maybe he just projects his love onto him. for it to be mutual would almost be too good to be true, and he wonders how amazing it must be to have someone like you back, someone you can share everything with.

this melody might be light and enchanting, but the vocals require a lot of power too once they reach the high notes. jeongin is confident that he can reach them and sustain them. that is what he studies, and he achieve great things when he practices enough. he goes on to the bridge and final part, his time on stage already coming to an end.

On & on, On & on don’t hesitate Uh uh uh~, Come to me, uh uh uh~ A little closer, a little closer Come a little closer Don’t get any farther away Come a little closer

When you take one step, two steps closer I will stay right here So it doesn’t feel like our love is going too fast

he needs a few seconds to recover after the music has already faded out, and finally bows before leaving the stage, knees about to give out. he feels drained, and can't look at seungmin at all by the time he reaches his seat.

#rkmga5callback #rkmga5 #( .solo ) #rkseungmin #rksohee #rkyeji #rkhongjoong #one-sided crushes are bound to hurt #but for now it is only pure & sweet #pls support a baby's journey #HE IS NOT DANCING! #only singing #NOT DANCING #pls admods he didn't dance

[ofivorywings]

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Another character with a terribly long intro. I don’t know how I keep managing this holy shittt. But also some of yall noticed originally I had her as unknown species but I changed that bc I figured out her species and was like nawwww. She don’t know but whatevers. Anywho prepare for sadness and angst! *thumbs up*

Stella Nox was the first and only child of Vaan and Lara Nox. That had much to do with Lara’s death during the birth. Yet Vaan  refused to that influence his love for his daughter. Instead he decided to raise her with all the love he was capable of. Hoping that somehow even without Lara that would be enough. Their last name meant night. So, Lara had decided on the name Stella. Star. She was their starry night. A light in the darkness. Their little girl. 

Vaan struggled with raising Stella on his own, but he managed. At least until Stella started to be able to walk. Once her feet his the ground his baby girl was always wondering around and trying to find new things. She’d been five years old and chasing a butterfly when Stella, too invested in the butterfly, didn’t look where she was going. She ran straight into a young man. A special young man. The prince of the kingdom in which they lived. Avalon’s prince August.

He was the rebellious sort of prince. Also the type to have never even spoken to a child before. So when Stella skimmed her knee and began to cry, instead of looking for a parent or someone who knew her August brought her home to the palace. 

The king had been deceased for the last three years and the queen had ruled. The people loved her, many said she was a better leader then her husband. It was that which irked prince August. He hadn’t an idea how he’d live up to his father’s reign, and then his mother’s began and just how could he live up to that? He didn’t even know how to help a crying five year old. Or that, perhaps he shouldn’t of taken her without even asking her name or if her parents were near. 

Queen Cecilia was a smart woman. The best rule their kingdom had had in a very long time. She took one look at the little girl with a skimmed knee and big wet tears in her eyes and was able to calm her down. Stella’s father, Vaan, had been searching for everywhere he could in the meantime. He had been ready to start a rescue party and trek into dangerous lands when the royal carriage came along. Then there was Stella, holding their queens hand. While everyone bowed instead Vaan ran to his daughter’s side and pulled her into a tight hug. He kissed her forehead and didn’t let go out the small child said Daddy you’re squishing me. 

Vaan thanked their queen for bringing his child home. Then, Queen Cecilia remarked that her son had technically kidnapped her. Then there was tea. Somehow along the way Queen Cecilia’s visits became something of regularity. By the time Stella was seven her father and the queen were engaged.  She even got to be the flower girl. 

There was never intention of Vaan becoming the ruler of Avalon. In fact the suggestion alone was meant with laughter. He loved Cecilia, and thought there was no other who could be a better ruler. Stella was excited for August to become her brother, but the elder boy seemed annoyed with all she did. He was a teenager, almost a adult. No time for childish games. Still, Stella loved him. She loved Cecilia too, and being apart of a family. She loved moving into the castle and going through the gardens. She loved awakening to the birds singing in the morning and talking to the maids while they did their work, even learning how to do some of it on her own. She loved the stories knights would tell, and even wanted to learn how to use a sword. Her father had seemed a bit frightened at the prospect while Cecilia assured she’d teach her when she was older. Above all, however, Stella loved music. All sorts. 

Every time Stella tried to approach August he reminded her again and again they weren’t siblings. They weren’t blood. Yet still, there were moments when it felt like they were. Like when she asked about his adventures he told her every little detail. Smaller moments, when he simply passed by and ruffled her hair without thought. Then bigger ones, like when there was a fire and he had grabbed her so protectively and dragged her to safety.

August was her big brother. No matter what he said. By the time Stella was eight her father and Cecilia were expecting their first child together. August was less accepting of a new little sibling then she was. Yet, when he was finally born August had been the first to hold him after their parents. Then Stella herself (with supervision). Cecilia and Vaan were still undecided on a name by the time Stella’s own birthday came around.  

She was turning nine, one year away from being ten. Double digits! Her father had gotten her a necklace with the number on it at her own behest. Stella wanted all to know she was now 9. Even August had cracked and given into the one present she requested from him. She wanted him to take her to a play. The fight in itself only occurred when he revealed the single ticket. She’d be able to see it, but he wouldn't be with her. For the first since they met Stella was genuinely upset with him, to the point of tears. Her hopes had been up, she was going to be able to spend time with her brother. Once saying so, August was quick to intervene with four simple words. “I’m not your brother!” Then, Stella ran away. Inciting the words Leave me alone! 

Stella ran to the garden. Her favorite place to be, surrounded by flowers. She also liked to sing. So she did, a little lullaby that her father mentioned her mother having loved. After a while to calm down, Stella made her way back inside.

Things were not as she left them. Red stained the floors and walls, body after body dead on the ground. Stella shrieked. She dashed towards where she had seen her father and Cecilia last… only to find her father dead on the ground and Cecilia pinned to the wall with a sword through her chest. Before she could even try and shake them try and wake them up cause they couldn’t be dead– she was grabbed by a maid. The woman was called Krista and she always made the very best cake. She even offered to teach Stella how to cook before. Something that never happened. Krista informed her that the queen was dead. So was her father. But, she would get her out of there safely. She’d protect Stella, the little girl who wa so kind.. However she had to be quiet. 

They were with a handful of other maids, many Stella knew. So Stella tried to remain as quiet as she could, though the thoughts of August and her unnamed little brother were intrusive. She succeeded in remaining quiet. But it wasn’t enough. They were caught in the end. However…. Stella herself never was seen. Krista was stabbed through her back and collapsed upon the little girl. Stella hit her head on the floor, and in the chaos she was unable to stay afloat. She awoke covered in bodies. Other maids had followed suite with Krista’s actions, using their deaths to protect the little girl they cared for. Leaving their bodies atop of her in a pile of corpses. 

Stella was trapped under them for quite sometime. She’d barely been able to breath, and light hurt her eyes when it finally blared through. It was villagers, probably here to pillage the castle. A kindly old man, he helped her out. Then Stella ran. 

She was scared– so scared. She wanted to find August, she wanted to find their little brother. She kept on running and running until she crossed from their world into the human one. Straight into the street where a car hit her.

The little girl had already been disoriented from the trauma, hitting her head on the pavement made it easier for her mind to hide all the memories that hurt her so badly.  

Then she became a nameless little girl on the streets on New York. No identity, no memories, no nothing. Yet somehow, she survived. She met another on the streets. He called himself Rascal. She had no idea what it meant yet laughed her heart out anyway. He, like her, was on a kid on the streets. He brought her ‘home’. There was a ton of them, all boys. There was a leader of them, elder then the rest but not by much. He introduced himself as Pete. Like Peter Pan, he had explained. Except more grown up. She had no idea what Peter Pan was. Which was why Pete decided to show her. 

They had a tiny little TV, hooked up to electricity that wasn’t theirs and a stack of DVDs. Then they watched the movie. The moving pictures were enchanting to the small girl. It was only after the credits were rolling did Pete even realize he hadn’t asked the girls name or age. She didn’t know either. He saw the 9 on her neck and decided, well of course that had to be 9. However her name was much harder. One of the boys, Louder, he called himself (though she doubted it was his real name) he suggested Wendy. Pete reacted with venom to that and instead suggested Jane. So she became Jane. 

Time passed. Jane became acquainted with the streets of New York and how to survive upon them. Then one day Pete brought home a girl. She told them to call her Wendy, but she had heard Pete call her Miley. Peter had said she’d be like their mom, in the same way he was like their dad. However she wasn’t like Wendy at all, not motherly. She was more like those Mermaids, jealous of anything Pete looked at that wasn’t her.

Then came the day Pete looked at Jane in a way that felt like he’d done something wrong. It was that same night she knew why. Miley had dragged her out, Jane didn't even remember the excuse. There were men there, the kind Pete had warned her to stay away from. They handed Miley some money and she looked so smug. Then Jane ran like hell. 

She heard the angry yells behind her, screams to stop. She ran into Rascal. Tumbled into him, actually. When they met she was taller then him. Now he was taller then her. Then she continued running. She ran and she ran, knowing that there wasn’t any home to go back to.

Jane thought about that day many times since. She wondered if Pete had known, then she remembered that look on his face and realized Yes. He had. He had to. There was no way he hadn’t. So she got by on her own. There was little choice in the matter. She hadn’t ever gotten the chance to see that second movie. Why the name Jane was chosen. So instead she thought of herself as Jane Doe. 

Then she met Theo. She was 11 and he was 9, and had she been so much of a headache back then? He was small, and he was alone. Just like she’d been. The difference was that she wouldn't betray him like they had betrayed her. She would protect him in the way she hadn’t been protected. 

Though Jane decided to protect him, she had no intention of liking him or loving him. Both happened anyway.  Theo was infectious. In the sort of way that he made you smile even when you were trying to be serious and angry. Theo became Theo. Her Theo. Who she gave piggy back rides to, and who let her be clingy even once they began to grow. 

Then they were the Coopers. It was one night, a good night. Laughing despite the fact it was cold and they didn’t have much warmth. They were speaking, two people who spent almost all time together yet were able to speak together hours on end. They decided that someday, somehow, they were gonna be normal. Normal as could goddamn be. They needed a goddamn normal name of course. Jones? No. Smith? Yuck. Cooper? Cooper. They were the Coopers. 

By the time she turned 17 Jane somehow obtain a honest job. She hadn’t intended to, except then she was getting money and it was actual good money? Suddenly small things became affordable. Then big things. She even began to play music. For some reason, people like it. Then, by the time she was 20, she had a home. Actually a dingy apartment but it made do. However, while her life had brightened Theo’s had darkened. Drinks, drunks, anything you could think of he’d name it. It scared her and Jane had no clue what to do about it. 

So she offered him her couch and thank god he took it. Men and their pride was a scary thing. Yet, she did have one rule Just one. He had to stop using. It was killing him and Jane couldn’t bare to see him gone. Theo was her little brother. Blood or not.

He didn't abide by the deal, except Theo was her little brother and she’d rather him be with her then on the streets. Even if he refused to stop using, she had to be there for him. She was all he had. He was all she had.  Then one day there was a note and no Theo. Just a note giving excuses why he wasn't here. Well, actually they were heartfelt words but all she all could she think was dammit as she read it because she couldn't see straight. Her vision was too blurry from tears. When she finally was able to read the note she sobbed the whole night. 

Then, she waited. Hoping and praying Theo would come back. Knock on her door, just be there. She was frightened beyond belief. That one day she’d get a call about his body turning up, or see his face on the news. She was also scared that it wouldn’t. That he’d be buried somewhere in a unmarked grave never to be heard from again. That she’d been holding out for someone who was dead. 

It took five months before Jane went down to the police station to file for a missing person. The cop was a dick. Your brother isn’t missing. He said. He’s a junkie who left. Jane had been ready to deck him, when another cop came over to stop the altercation. 

The funny thing is though, Jane recognized those eyes anywhere. So instead of stopping mid punch she went for the stomach. All other cops went to apprehend her only for Pete to yell ‘Don’t!’ and then a small ‘I deserved that’. Then, she turned and attempted to storm away. 

“Jane!” He said, and she couldn't help but notice he retained that boyish sound to his voice. She turned fast and poked hard, right in his chest in a way she knew to be bothersome. “You don’t deserve to be a cop! You deserve shit!” And Pete agreed. He also said he was going by Peter now. He made no excuse, no attempt at one. Just a heartfelt apology, one she didn’t accept. But she did accept his offer to keep an eye out for Theo. Any reports of a junkie, OD victim, any of it, he’d make sure it wasn’t him. Sometimes he’d even see if they knew him for her. 

Two years passed, and while Jane has yet to forgive him she greets him with less disdain. She did learn that he hadn’t actually known, he had suspected. He also said he came to stop it after she’d already run. Jane couldn’t bring herself to care, because if she hadn’t run and he’d been too late. Well, it would of been too late. Sometimes they talked about things beyond her brother. Sometimes they didn’t. Theo still was on her mind each and every day. Fear for him, hope for him and sometimes just quiet tears that wouldn’t stop cause she missed him so damn much.

She never left her dingy apartment. She couldn’t. Jane feared that if she did, when Theo did come back, he wouldn't know how to find her. Which was what made being forced into San Francisco so damn heartbreaking. How’d Theo find her now?

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