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#my art#last one was gonna be niko but i just never finished it#one of my friends told me i should just post my unfinished art but mAN#i am too much of a perfectionist to not at least finish the lineart before posting#ive got hundreds of unfinished pieces just sittin in folders around my computer
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hello! i was hoping I could request something between gen z reader x the grid where she gets an anxiety attack or gets really anxious during press and how they would react or try to help her, could be due to something about the race or personal, love uuu<3
you’re gonna go far
pairing: the genz!driver x '23!grid
summary: social anxiety and social stuff don’t mix very well
word count: 2.3k
warnings: anxiety attack, angst, sexist comments
note: hiya!! yk i love your requests!! thank u <3
i have social anxiety myself, it’s written from my perspective - anxiety is experienced very different, pls remember that! and pls respect anyone who is experiencing anxiety or any mental disorder that is!
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We ain’t angry at you, love, you’re the greatest thing we‘ve lost.
The song blasted through her ears, tears started forming in her eyes. She missed home, so, so much. She felt guilty to leave all her friends and family at home to pursue her dreams. And this song, written by the brilliant Noah Kahan, just always made her cry and think about her hometown.
Well, maybe not always, mostly the days her anxiety sparks up - and today was one of those days. Usually media didn’t stress her out, but today was different. Her mood shifted and hyper sensitive, overstimulated and overwhelmed. And she usually had someone she trusted by her side at media, but not today. Today was just shit.
Paired with Lance, Kevin, Sergio and Niko, she just wished the day would be over. She was just glad that Daniel, Max, Oscar and Lewis would be after her, they would maybe wait for them to finish, so she could see them.
She was trying to help her calm down. Thinking about good possibilities and not bad ones. Not about how she would sit stiff and uncomfortable between Lance and Sergio. Or how she and Niko never really got along. Or how she couldn’t seek refuge in a known face. Or how she had to answer all the questions by herself and not have Max there to defend her and be her bodyguard. 
And she was doing it again.
What was she gonna do? Breath, just breath - that’s what she told herself. She was in desperate need for a break. She knew what she was getting herself into, but it was still so very much. She was glad that Hungary was the second last race before the summer pause. She would go home, maybe vacation a bit, but definitely head home and see her friends and family.
Her feet dragged her through the media pit against her will. She didn’t want to go there, she just wanted to curl up in her bed with a good book and some music. Her headphones still present on her head, at least she had her music.
She was so focused on the words of You’re gonna go far that she didn’t see Lance in her peripheral vision. He patted her on her back and she flinched as he passed her. He gave her a funny look as she just gave him a shy smile.
She sighed, she didn’t know how she could face this day. She wished she had Lewis or Max or Danny by her side, someone to lean on, someone who would protect her and help her out. But she was all alone in this world right now. That’s what she thought at least.
Sat next to her was Kevin and Sergio. Her leg was bouncing, her fingers couldn’t stop picking at her nails. Her breathing was fast. She knew that things would turn out bad pretty fast. She just knew it.
„So, the next question is for y/n. Seeing as you’re the only woman on the grid, do you feel intimidated by all of the men or do you actually like the challenge?“
Her mind raced. What? She wished for Max who would give a sassy comeback or for Lewis to out the comment as borderline sexist. Or just anyone to stand up for her at that moment, but no one did.
„Uh, thank you for your question. Uhm, I am not the only woman on the grid. There are lots of women working behind the scenes - mechanics, engineers, catering, strategists, everything. So, to answer your question, no, I don’t feel intimidated, because I know that I come from a powerful gender.“
Her answer was clip and clear, not even her voice was shaking, which she half expected to. But the interviewer grew visibly irritated.
„Can you go into it a bit more? Or could you please comment on the statement Christian Horner did? Here, I’ll refresh your mind: F1 is bringing in a young generation. It’s bringing in a lot of young girls because of all these great-looking young drivers.“
What had that to do with his question beforehand? Horner made that statement a longer time ago?
„Uhm yes, obviously we all know Christian by now, don’t we?“, she nervously laughed. „But uhm, he is obviously still wrong, like I originally commented when he first made that statement“ Her eyes were searching for something or someone familiar, but she couldn’t. Her vision occupied by interviewers and flashing cameras.
Her breath started to get faster, She tried to breath through her nose, not make it too obvious that she was having a moment. This would make headlines. Female driver gets anxiety attack whilst commenting on sexist statements.
Why wasn’t Lewis there? He knew what to do. He had caught her like this before - breathing rapid, fists clenched and fingers white. Eyes not focusing on anything particular and her chest heaving up and down from all her heavy breathing.
It was after she had found out that people were speculating about her - specifically that she had to sleep with her or any team principal to get her seat in F1. Her head was leaned against the wall, her knees pulled to her chest and her body was rocking back and forth.
„y/n, y/n, listen, look at me. Listen to me, can you please look at me, love?“, he pleaded. And when she finally did, Lewis let out a breath of relief. „Okay, look at me, darling, and follow my breathing, yes? It’s easy, you can do it, I believe in you.“
He grabbed her hands and put them to his own chest, so she could feel his breathing. Feel his calm heartbeat, even though he felt anything opposite calm. He looked her deep into her eyes and tried to reassure that everything was going to be alright.
„You’re gonna go far, y/n, listen to me, I know it, you’re gonna make it far.“
Her breathing had normalised and the tears stuck in her eyes, finally flowed down her cheeks. The soon turned into full on sobs and the older driver hugged the younger one. Embracing her and reassuring her, that none of the drivers would have believed the tabloids - they’ve seen her driving and know very well why she got offered her seat in F1.
She had thanked him about a thousand times and made him promise not to ever tell anyone. But if somebody else knew, maybe they could’ve helped her in this situation.
But luckily for y/n, this was all broadcast live, well, maybe not for her per se, because she knew about too many people were watching her lose herself on live television and her PR manager couldn’t just pull some magic strings to not have this air, but what she didn’t know was, that Seb was watching - her specifically.
And he did the only reasonable thing he could do, he called Lewis.
„Hey dude, what’s up? Haven’t heard from you in a long time. How’s retirement treating you?“ Lewis had a lot of questions for the German. The later laughed a bit, but turned serious pretty quickly. „Listen, I’m watching the pre-race interviews right now-“ Lewis interrupted him: „Yeah? I’m on next, you should definitely wait and see me on TV then.“
„Yeah that’s great Lew, but y/n is on right now. I think- no I’m pretty sure she’s having an anxiety attack on live television.“
Lewis was silent for a moment. „She is having what?“ - „An anxiety attack, you know what that is? It’s, uhm, when you get too overwhelmed and your psyche tells you that you’re experiencing immense fear at the moment and“, Lewis was tuning him out.
She was having an anxiety attack? Right now? During the pre-race interview? He had to help her.
„I’m on my way, thanks Seb“, and he hung up. He had to get there as fast as he could. Sprinting through the entire paddock to the media pin. On the way he almost crashed into Max, who was also making his way to the pin, Daniel by his side. The only looked at Lewis weird but soon we’re running with him, as he shouted: „It’s y/n!“
They arrived but no one wanted to let them in: „It’s not your turn yet, they’re still going. You have to wait until it’s your turn, you’ll be on in 10.“
„Listen, y/n, if you’re reacting this way to my question, you’re clearly not made for this sport, maybe you should go into something more ladylike, like horseback riding or tennis, at least you’d look pretty there.“
„And you’re clearly not made to interviews, asshole!“
All of them heard, the viewers heard, the drivers heard, the interviewers heard, but y/n was the only one who didn’t hear it.
Maybe you should go into something more ladylike, like horseback riding or tennis, at least you’d look pretty there. That was all she could hear. At least you’d look pretty there.
The other drives next to y/n didn’t know what to do. Their colleague was definitely having a though time, but they didn’t know how to help, they opted to just tilt their heads towards the floor and look just as uncomfortable as everyone in the room did - but no one stood up for her, expect Max.
„Maybe you should just fucking leave this pit before I will bash your disgusting face. Maybe you should scramble and flee. Maybe you should eat your on dick as you seem to like to put tiny and degrading things in your mouth. Maybe-“, Daniel stopped him, Max has said enough and made his point.
Lewis was already making his way up to her. Scooping her up and carrying her out of the pit.
At least you’d look pretty.
The sentence was going through her head like a loop, like a vinyl that’s broken and repeats all the worst parts. She felt like a broken record - cracked and well, broken.
„She‘s hyperventilating“, Danial pointed out. „Yeah no shit, sherlock.“ - „Max, let’s just focus on her right now, okay?“, the seven time world champion told the two time world champion. „Who’s garage is the nearest?“, Lewis asked into the round. „The Ferrari one is the first one on the grid“, Daniel said. „Let’s go then.“
Daniel led the way, fetching Lando on the way, she’d appreciate the support from the youngster. Even though he complained a lot to Danny.
„Don’t look, don’t look, we’re just passing through“, Daniel said as he tried to shield her and Lewis from all the cameras in the Ferrari garage. „What are you guys doing here?“, Carlos questioned, but as soon as he saw the crying mess in Lewis‘ arms he helped Daniel shield y/n. Carlos led them to Charles‘ side of the garage, as he had his closed off for anyone from the outside.
„What’s going on?“, a confused Charles asked the group now standing in his garage. „Charles, we need to go somewhere quiet, is that possible?“, Lewis asked the Ferrari driver. He nodded and led them to his drivers room, even though it was pretty tiny and probably wouldn’t fit all of them in it.
They set y/n on his sofa and Lewis was hovering in front of her. Lando sat on her right side, while Max was on her left. He took her hand in his, squeezing it, so she knew that he was there. „Hey y/n look at me. We’re in Charles‘ drivers room, in the Ferrari garage. Away from the media pit, okay? You’re safe with us now“, Lewis told her. „Breath with us.“
„In and out, just like that, darling, follow Lewis‘ breathing“, Daniel complimented y/n. „You’re doing great, shatje. So, so great. We’re all so proud of you.“
„You can let it all out, we won’t judge you“, Charles told her and just as he did, the dam broke. Her tears fell down onto her knees, she sobbed uncontrollably. She leaned her head on Landos shoulder and he pulled her close into his side. „You’re doing so well, love.“ - „Just keep breathing, don’t forget to breath“, Carlos told her. He was standing in the doorway with Charles, acting as bodyguards.
Danny walked around the room, trying to find something for y/n to drink out of. „Hey Charles, do you have some water or a bottle?“ The driver clad in red reacted fast and brought the Australian a tall glass of water. He brought y/n the glass and she had to stop crying to drink. Afterwards she got the hiccups. „There, there love, everything’s okay“, Lewis took her glass and patted her knee. „Remember what I told you? You’re gonna go far, okay? Don’t let that prick tell you otherwise.“
„At least you’d look pretty there.“
„Huh?“, the room asked, as she mumbled the sentence.
„At least you’d look pretty there. That’s what he said“, she looked up from her seat, to the room full of supporting people. „At least you’d look pretty.“
Max was so angry again, he could’ve killed that man, if it wasn’t for Daniel holding him back. „I am going to kill that man“, Max growled. y/n giggled: „Maxie, don’t, he doesn’t deserve death. He deserves to live a long, pitiful life.“
„We’re glad you’re laughing again, y/n“, Charles said. „Yes, very much so.“ Everyone agreed with Charles. „I love you guys, but how’d you even know that I was having a tough time?“, y/n asked confused. Lewis had to laugh: „Seb called me. Said he saw you on the TV all riled up and ready to cry and that I should already be on my way to help you, but I talked over him the whole time“ He scratched his neck and y/n laughed a loud belly laugh. „That’s so typical!“
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Hi 🤍
I have a little (T) Error Twin request for you
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The boys are on tour and Joel gets some hate online (for whatever reason). He isolates himself in the bus, trying to deal with it on his own. But Joonas notices something is off and when he checks on him, he just pulls Joel into a hug and smooches his face.
thank you for this lovely prompt 🥰
Joel doesn’t know why he keeps doing it.
Why he always tries to make his mood worse when it’s already awful, if it’s a punishment he thrusts upon himself for god knows what reason or if he’s actually just plain stupid. It’s probably the second option, all things considered.
The last few days of tour have been terrible on their own; stressful, exhausting, nothing seems to ever go smoothly and the constant setbacks have been making him anxious.
To make everything worse, the bus just broke down in the middle of nowhere between venues, and they don’t know if they’re gonna make it to the next city in time. And obviously, unable to dwell in the uncertainty calm and collected like Aleksi or Niko would do, Joel decided to go online for “distraction”.
Instead of TikTok or Instagram he’s surfing Jodel, and Joel wishes he knew why he chose to do that, because it’s the place most likely to show him what he doesn’t want to see. Criticism. A lot of it.
(Not that he cares. He’s used to criticism and usually it doesn’t get under his skin, not to this extent at least; but when his mood is already sour everything is heavier and Joel doesn’t feel half as strong as he usually does.)
That’s how he ended up staring at his phone screen, on a broken down bus in the middle of nowhere running out of time, with tears prickling at the back of his eyes. It makes him feel even more pathetic, which only makes him want to cry more. He just can’t win.
No one is around, everyone taking advantage of the broken down vehicle to stretch their legs and maybe go look for an actual toilet somewhere. However, the shame of being so stupid makes Joel want to hide nonetheless, so he goes in his bunk, draws the curtain, and lets those stupid, stupid tears fall, in the hopes they won’t bug him again once he lets them run freely for a couple of minutes.
But it’s never only a couple of minutes, Joel should know by now; after the first tear rolls down his cheek it’s like a domino effect in reverse and they just don’t seem to stop. Joel hates it, he hates it so much. The tightening ache in his chest worsens with every breath he takes and he loathes himself for how useless, powerless he is.
Can’t even handle some lazy, low-effort hate online.
His sobs quieten when the boys come back. His plan is to pretend to be asleep.
“Joel, our driver managed to fix the bus, we should be at the venue in time for the show,” Joonas announces loudly as soon as he steps inside. “Wait, where’s Joel?”
The others don’t respond; Joel pictures them shrugging. He sighs in relief at the news but now he just wishes they all went away again so he could wallow in peace.
However, the bus starts as soon as he finishes the thought. They’re back on the road. He keeps on pretending to be asleep when someone enters the bunk area, even when that someone pulls his curtain aside.
“I knew you’d be here,” Joonas says and Joel is facing the wall on the opposite side. “What’s wrong?”
Of course Joonas would ask what’s wrong, not whether something is wrong. He knows him so well and Joel is thankful for it, but still he wishes he could be left alone. He doesn’t feel like talking.
He grumbles vaguely, hoping to convey the message to Joonas. Joonas, however, doesn’t seem to get the memo. He forces himself into Joel’s definitely too small bunk, hugging Joel vehemently and tightly before hastily grabbing his face in his hands and violently smooching his face. Joel can’t help but chuckle at Joonas’ aggressively affectionate ways, and when Joonas notices, he just kisses his face more, sending Joel into a straight up laughing fit.
Joonas is holding him when he can breathe again.
“Don’t let it get to you, okay?” Joonas says, breaking the silence. Ever so wisely; like he knew exactly what’s going on in Joel’s messy head.
Joel nods, hugging him tighter.
#my writing#answered#blind channel rpf#blind channel fanfic#blind channel fanfiction#rpf#joel hokka x joonas porko#kinda
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dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance. // for chiyo, from rayo! ♥
actions speak louder than words | @metrictita's rayo dances with chiyo!
they've only just finished cleaning up what was left of breakfast, the last beats of " i love my body " filling the air as chiyo dries the last mug. were lyrics sung with the utmost passion? yes, of course! were butts bumped? obviously! and the grin upon chiyo's face only grows wider as a gentle voice filters through her phone's speakers.
now in its place is something new, she sings along, meeting rayo's eyes with a finger pointed right at him. oh, she feels so cheesy. i hear it when i look at you.
the implication of what she's singing along to registers a moment too late; she tries to carry on with a small laugh, and " you need to listen to this guy, rayo! he's cured my writer's block before. " yet as chiyo puts away their mugs and hangs her towel to dry, she spies rayo's hand outstretched to her, just waiting for her to take it.
chiyo hesitates. she's not much of a dancer -- the butt bumping from earlier is about as advanced as she gets -- and she doesn't trust herself anymore. she doesn't trust her heart to not have some weird, fluttering reaction ( she doesn't understand how that can happen, how her heart can yearn for more than one person at a time. it's scary, makes her feel as if she's becoming greedy. she shouldn't take his hand. she shouldn't. ).
rayo smiles, calls her that pet name she finds really cute ( yet has never said so ). the instrumental softly swells as if to spur her on, and ah, what's the harm? chiyo places her hand in rayo's ( she shouldn't take his hand, but she can't help herself. she really can't. ).
her fellow artist pulls her closer and into a twirl that has her dizzy and laughing in no time at all. it's almost enough to stop chiyo from noticing how warm rayo's palm is on her waist as they sway side to side, or how very romantic the song really is. when he dips her and she nearly falls from being too dramatic about it, she almost forgets how much she likes being close enough to smell the different notes of his cologne and the lingering scent of cigarettes. they laugh together, and it's almost possible to believe they're just friends being goofy.
they are just friends being goofy. but chiyo knows there's more to it than that, too. she knows it, and she's trying so hard to ignore it because that's the only way she knows to get through it.
again, the music swells, bigger and fuller and brighter until it's bursting ( and how perfect a sound, how it tells the feeling of a heart bursting in a way words never can ). chiyo grins as she spins back into rayo's space. " you took my broken mel-- oh! "
as the singer's voice echoes in the kitchen, rayo lifts her up and spins, arms securely wrapped around her as he laughs at her surprise. she's thrown her arms around his shoulders immediately, butterflies erupting in her stomach, but it's over as quickly as the song is. her feet are back on the ground, she's looking up at that smile again, and chiyo's trying really hard to remind herself that they're... they can't be anything more than friends. it doesn't matter that it feels right to be standing chest to chest, nor does it matter that few others can get her to dance with such little effort. this can't become " something new. "
she likes niko. he knows that -- chiyo's pretty sure all of them know that by now, as mortifying as that is. so it isn't fair that she's doing this right now. it isn't fair that she's slowly but surely growing more and more attached to all three of them, wondering what it would be like if by some impossible stroke of luck, they all liked each other. it isn't fair to them, and it isn't fair to herself, either. she's just complicating things needlessly.
so chiyo takes a step back.
" ya coulda warned me you were gonna do that, " she says, smile upon her lips and a storm brewing in her chest. she thinks she manages to act pretty normal, all things considered... save for gracelessly knocking into the kitchen table as she turns to leave. nice. " now, c'mon! we gotta leave soon if we wanna see the sea lions, and i really wanna see those cuties. "
#metrictita#interactions | chiyoko#WEEPS I SWEAR I MEANT FOR THIS TO BE LIKE!! THREE PARAGRAPHS!! I'M NOT EVEN GOOD AT WRITING DANCES!!#i dunno this just made me all mushy and chiyo got all contemplative about liking all of them and we somehow wound up here asdf#ALSO i got really carried away obviously so if at any point you're like 'rayo wouldn't do that' pls tell me!!#i was trying to stick to physical actions that made sense with his personality and the prompt but still ;;;;;#ALSO also an aquarium/zoo day with the four dorks... chiyo revealing she actually goes there often enough to know#the best route to take and when the animals tend to be active bc she's a big animal-loving nerd :' )))#chiyo baby-talking an elephant and pointing at different animals and telling niko 'hehe that's you'#okay i'm rambling and this is already such a long post ASDFG I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT THOUGH!!#more to come tomorrow... if bg3 doesn't consume me... then more to come sunday >:)))#a chain reaction in your heart | adulthood | chiyoko
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The university AU is one of my favourite fics and I reread it very often 😍 I'd love to hear more about the writing process if you want to share! (regarding the tags in that one post)
Really? 🥺😭💗 Ohh, love to anon for one thousand years <3
It's obviously been a while since I finished writing it, but of course I can share what I still remember! 🥰
While I did have an actual outline for the whole story in terms of what would happen in each chapter and in which order the POVs would be, there were some key moments or sometimes just some very specific lines that I pretty much based the whole fic around:
The Titanic concersation between Joonas and Niko (ch4) (this wasn't actually that important in the grand scheme of things, I just thought it was funny and it's one of my favourite scenes 😆)
“Because I was afraid I would take too many and not wake up at all.” (Joel's line in Ch5.1)
Aleksi "stealing" Joel's leather jacket and Joel buying him exactly the same one to keep as his own
Tommi's answer to Olli when he (drunkenly) wonders who he'll go to for some kisses and cuddles now that Joonas is with Niko (“Beats me.”) + “You’re such a good friend.”
These were the scenes that I REALLY wanted to write, and the rest just sort of...happened? Some of it was planned (e.g. pretty much everything that went down with Joel and Aleksi), but for some of the plot details I had only a vague idea when I began writing (e.g. Niko's background story). There were also some details that ended up working out perfectly by accident, such as Joonas heading over to Niko's when Joel and Aleksi (and Rilla!!) were having a sleepover in J&J's room. For some other plotlines my original idea changed during writing; for example Joonas and Niko were supposed to get together way earlier and easier than they did, but I decided to give them a bit rougher path in comparison to Joel/Aleksi, to avoid having two similar plotlines. Another plot detail I originally had was for Joonas to have had a crush on Olli back in the day (NOT overlapping with Olli's crush on him however) and that to be revealed when Olli confesses, but it didn't seem right in the end.
The only chapter that I never had a proper outline for was the very last one, and I actually only finished it on the day I uploaded it. In a way it serves as a sort of an epilogue, as it hints at a new, budding relationship, but doesn't really give much more than that to the reader.
The Fall Out Boy lyrics in the summaries of each chapter was perhaps one of the most fun parts of the writing process and I was so happy with how many of them turned out. Having said that, I did have trouble finding suitable ones for some of the chapters, but I'm particularly happy with the songs I chose for Olli's chapters, as well as Joonas' and Niko's 2nd chapters, and I like to think as a whole it makes a pretty cool soundtrack (I often imagine my stories more as TV series or movies, so here you might wanna think of Skam-esque use of music).
However, my absolute favourite thing about the whole fic and the creation process was Tommi's silent suffering throughout the story, revealed bit by bit (because if you read it again after having finished it once, you probably look at Tommi and his actions very differently). It was super exciting to write this kind of plotline and I was so so happy with how it turned out; at least based on the readers' reactions, I want to believe I did a good job there 💖
Fun fact: I actually started writing some sort of sequel around February last year, but I had no idea where I was going with it (I only managed a bit of Joel and Aleksi renovating Aleksi's house and Rilla ruining the floor by walking around with paint-stained paws 🥰). I don't have a plot for the sequel, only one VERY vague scene/shot of Tommi/Olli, so unti I can think of what I want to say with thay story (other than showing you that all is well), I'm afraid you're gonna have to keep waiting 😔 But as you may have seen with the Olympics AU, I might get a sudden burst lf insporation from the smallest of things, so who knows really? 👀
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I want to live || Kaede || Endgame
It was finally happening… something that Kaede had hoped for, but was scared to dream too hard about. Afraid to hope… afraid that hope would come crashing down.
But here it was. They really are leaving… all of them… they’re going home. He was going to see his family again. He could go…
Home.
There‘s an incredibly joy… and an indescribable fear. That old fear still has a hold on him, but…
“I don’t want to go back to the old me.”
He fights that fear with everything he has. He’s faced so much here. Learned so much… everyone’s experiences have shaped him a little too, watching everyone overcome their baggage and fears, growing and healing… while it was messy as hell, they did grow, didn’t they?
Warrick and Nora learned to open up and see themselves.
Saya learned to love, and let down her walls.
Malyce learned that you are allowed to try to redeem yourself.
Suzy learned to open her heart and let others in.
Sure everyone learned something here… but Kaede learned from all of them. When he didn’t have the strength, someone did. when he lacked the courage, someone rose up. When he lost his fortitude, he was held accountable… as well as when he suffered, he was lent a hand or two.
”I want to go home… but if I’m gonna go back and end up as scared as I was before, then what was all this for?”
He breathes deeply… memories of the fear, the paranoia, the shadow around every corner… inhale…. exhale…. Slowly those thoughts are pushed back. As much as that experience is burned into him, deep as the scars on his hands… he pushes forward.
”I don’t want to be scared anymore.”
”I want to leave here as I am. …Better than I am. When I see my mom again, I want her to be proud of who I became. I want to be someone you guys want to see again. Not… someone to be scared of.”
Of course, since this is a speech by Kaede, his emotions begin to overwhelm him. Tears bubble up in his eyes, and he sniffles, wiping them away with his sleeve.
”Kyousuke… I want to be a friend you can depend on, no matter what. Warrick… I wanna repay you for everything you’ve done for me. Suzy, I want to be someone who can stand by your side without fear.”
His words hitch, broken up by a sharp sob.
“Saya, I don’t want any hard feelings between us. I never ant you to think of me that way again. And Max, I wanna… I wanna hang out sometime. M-maybe go flying. Wouldn’t that be cool?”
He sobs mix with a laugh.
”Malyce, Hibiki, Jo… You three can always depend on me, if you want. That’s what I hope you think of me… We can stick together, if you want.”
He takes a second to breathe, to catch his breath and regain some composure…
”Nora, I want to have out with you more. Yua, y-you don’t need to worry about me. Tommy, I want to believe in you! All of you… I… I….”
He stands up straight, face soaked in tears.
”I want to be your friend!… I never want to forget any of you! I… I want you to remember me, and think of me! And when I go home…. I’m gonna face that.. that thing! It’s my life! I want to live it how I want! I want to be happy! I…”
He looks to Niko. Niko…. His victim, a demon, his friend…. The fact Niko even calls him that it a miracle. But it’s not enough… not yet.
”Niko… I want to be the kind of person… who will never hurt you again. Someday… I hope the memory never even crosses your mind. I can’t e-erase what I did… us coming back doesn‘t undo what I did… But I’m gonna remember it for the rest of my life, for the chance that you don’t have to.”
…. He chokes back a sob, and for a moment, he has no words. Just a futile effort to stop his tears so he can even finish his thoughts. When it’s clear he’s too full of emotions to go on, he squeaks out one last thing…
“Please…. Please come visit me…”
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The Facility: Chapter One
Ok ok so you know that idea I had about a horror version of blue lock? If you don't then here is where I first put the idea, its second to last on the list. There are going to be some changes from cannon/twists since this is an au but yeah enjoy!
Summary: Isagi and 299 other kids enter blue lock expecting a soccer camp. But the elimination process is more gruesome than they bargained for.
TWs: Blood and injury mention, general horror also an animal attack
Isagi watched with wide eyes as the man on stage finished his speech. "There will be an intense elimination. But the last 30 standing will get a chance to progress and show what they have. That's all for the details. You can leave if you like, but as soon as you go through that door you are unlocking the chance to be the best striker in the world!"
The others around Isagi buzzed with excitement, what could he say. This Ego guy had a way with words. He had never heard of this philosophy, leaving your teammates behind and scoring your own goals? It was crazy! So crazy it just might work. Suddenly a hand raised.
"Hey! Sorry, but I can't agree with what you just said."
It was Kira, the only one here Isagi knew. The other teens stepped back from him as if his bravery was contagious. Ego's eyes narrowed as the star player began attacking the facility. A few people agreed with him. Nodding and shouting out their concerns. Ego only scratched his head, "I see, all of you are really fucked in the head. Then leave."
His harsh words and critiques quickly whipped all the naysayers into shape. But Kira still looked doubtful. The doors whirred open and all 300 kids ran through, including Isagi. What choice did they really have?
If only they knew what was waiting for them, maybe they wouldn't have been so eager.
. . . . 35 minutes later . . . .
Isagi walked through the hall, examining his new uniform. It was sleek but there were a lot of pockets and a chain like wrist band with a red dot. A tracker? Before he could think about it Kira poked his head out a "Team Z" door and waved to him. "Hey there! You're in the same room as me."
"Oh cool." At least there was a familiar face. Isagi scanned the other kids sitting around the room. It was surprisingly dark and there was one big screen on the wall that lit up with the Blue Lock logo after he closed the door. He'd be lying if he said there wasn't a pang of disappointment in his chest at the fact he couldn't socialize before it started. Get to know everyone's strengths and weaknesses.
"Hello everyone. The people around you right now are your team and will be your team for the foreseeable future. This first part is about survival." That wasn't Ego's voice. A shiver went down Isagi's spine. It sounded like a robot and the screen showed no face, only the logo. "Whoever gets injured will not see the next phase."
"What's going on!? I thought we'd be playing soccer, not fucking around playing caveman!" one boy with short hair and eyeliner said, a vein bulging in his forehead. The voice carried on, if it heard him it made no sign.
"Yeah I want to go back home!"
"This is weird, but I think we should listen. Maybe we can get a grip on what's happening.." a player with spiky orange hair muttered. At least there was someone who was being reasonable. Isagi sighed with relief.
"Step one of this phase is water. There is a map in one of the pockets of your suits. Marked in blue are the places with water and marked in black are the places with buckets for the water. The lights will come on after this message is over and you will have to store away as much of it as you can. You never know when the tap will shut off."
There was a sickening laugh from the robotic voice. "If you haven't guessed it already, this isn't Ego or his little assistant. Please only refer to me as Quill. The only way to escape is major injury since the fences and exit doors are wired with electrocution. Showers will happen every other day, but you are not allowed to bring any buckets with you or fight. The discussion on food will happen later. The doors will only be locked when it's time to sleep and trust me you'll need it."
"Good luck."
"What the fuck." Isagi whispered. The lights turned on.
A boy with blue hair already had his map out and spread on the floor. Most of the others were still in shock. "There are buckets near us, someone should go get those."
"Are you seriously going through with this?" Kira shouted. "This is hacked! We have to find some way out. Not play some little death game."
"Do you have any better ideas? He said he'd turn off the water soon right? Oh great Buddha have mercy!" someone whimpered.
"Come on, this is a high tech place." the blue haired one continued. "They'll fix the hacker soon enough and everything will be back to normal. For now let's just go along and not get hurt."
"And introduce ourselves? He said we're going to be together for the foreseeable future right?" it was the guy with spiky hair again.
"Yeah." Isagi spoke up. "Let's do that, it'll help with our nerves."
"Well, I'm going to go get water." someone with long red hair stood up and opened the door. Walking out without another word. The group went around and introduced themselves when he came back with three buckets full. The only one who didn't talk was someone who was asleep on the floor. More of the group went out and soon the corner of the dim room was crowded with buckets of fresh water
"We have water right? We should be stable for now." Iemon reasoned slumping against the wall. "Anyone have any games to pass the time?"
. . . . 22 minutes later . . . .
The more the boys talked with each other the more they relaxed. The guy who was asleep eventually woke up and introduced himself as Bachira. "I heard the whole thing, don't worry." he said with a nervous laugh as he twisted some of his hair around his finger.
The games continued, but there was this nagging sense that disaster would strike any moment. And it did. "You mean there's no fucking water left?" a voice outside Team Z's door boomed. Everyone froze as it got quiet again. Whoever was speaking had others with him because now there were talking in whispers. In deep discussion about what to do probably.
"Maybe we should barricade the door." Naruhaya said quietly.
"Hell no, we should go out there and help them!" Kira, ever the hero, argued.
"Agreed. We have more than enough for us." Kunigami added. No one else spoke up. Isagi wanted too, but it was best to stay put in this situation right? And Kunigami and Kira could handle any negotiations just fine. He'd only be dead weight in that situation.
"What is wrong with you? I can't believe you don't think they deserve help too." Kira adressed the whole room but it felt as if he was staring at Isagi.
"No it's not that it-" Gagumaru couldn't finish before both him and Kunigami left. The whole room waited for them to come back. The silence combined with the terrible lighting covered the room like a thick blanket. There was a scream and some muffled shouting. Was that a dog barking? Ten minutes went by. Kuon convinced everyone to stay put.
"There could be a hundred people out there for all we know! Think logically, those screams could be someone else!" He was right, and the unknown was terrifying. But a pit of guilt still sat in everyone's stomach. Two minutes passed. Fifteen. Twenty. Thirt-
Kunigami opened the door and closed it abruptly, Kiras arm was hoisted over his shoulders and he was groaning in pain. "What happened out there?" Isagi asked tentatively.
"There are other people out there. They look terrible. I think they've been here for weeks. I'll explain more in a second just, get Kira some rest, something. He's badly hurt."
The boys rushed to make a pillow out of the maps in their suits. Kira was laid down gently and quickly passed out. "I have a flashlight in my suit." Imamura said. He took it out and shined the beam on Kira. The arm of his suit was ripped off and his skin had three bite marks that broke the skin.
There was that thick, thick blanket of silence again. Chigiri threw up.
"What the fuck did that!?" Raichi whispered. "What happened?"
"We found a couple of people close to our door who had no water. We started to talk to them and they introduced themselves as Okawa and Niko. Then we heard that fucking voice again, the Quill guy. I dunno how he saw we were in the hallway but he said we weren't supposed to meet each other yet." There was a pause.
"Then he sicked a dog on us, it came bowling through the hallways like it's tail was on fire. Those two ran away but Kira thought it was a hologram or something. It wasn't." He stopped there. There was a mass gasp and cry of shock
"You're telling me Quill has bodyguard dogs?" Bachira asked.
"I guess we shouldn't get on his bad side. That's all. We'll be fine."
"Kira isn't! He's fucking bleeding out what are we gonna do?"
"Maybe he wouldn't be if you didn't go out there? Huh? We could be playing charades right now!"
Igaguri started praying. An argument broke out. Isagi wish he could see who was fighting but they flashed in and out of view. Where was that flashlight anyway? It was a mess.
"Everyone shut the fuck up! Kira is dead!" It was Kuon who spoke up. "I checked his pulse. He's dead. Shock and blood loss I think." Whatever fight was happening stopped as Isagi felt tears well up in his eyes. This couldn't be happening. Everything was moving too fast. Just an hour ago, just an hour ago he had just won the local tournament. And yet here he was, his arm a mangled mess of blood and tattered mesh.
The screen turned on again.
end of chapter one
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What's your fave video game sountrack(s)? =^o
Ok that is a very loaded question so this is gonna be a long ass response, I hope you're prepared for what you've done.
(ok there's a tl;dr at the end if you want it sorry for this lmao)
FIRST POINT my immediate thought was the Ikenfell soundtrack (actually my immediate thought is I can't fuckin' choose they're all amazing but. then ikenfell). On the personal side, I was pretty much obsessed with the game for like three months straight, and i fuckin' love aivi and surasshu's music. I am also a simp for chiptune so jot that down. Moving past what may very well just be personal preference there are some incredibly interesting musical choices and impeccable choices story-wise that hit just. SO fuckin hard. Like emotionally. I won't elaborate on to the context and why the song works so well but the final battle theme is absolutely SPECTACULAR. (I could elaborate though so. ask if you will and i'll write another spiel on why it breaks my heart and soul). But also to reference a less-plot relevant piece I'm gonna bring up Alchemy is for Everyone. The squish bass sounds at the beginning are SUCH a fun environmental sound, it is really just NOT a sound I hear often which makes the track really stand out. And it fits SO perfectly for all the slimes and just. It's so WET. I love it. Makes me wanna wriggle. Which ok is probably also personal preference on reflection because my friend hates a wet song that I love but. Ok it's GOOD. Anyways continuing to the melody the fuckin PITCH bends. This is digital music at it's peak. We get the fun sounds. We get the fuckin pitch bends. Which are so fun because having slightly out of tune notes is such a fun feeling. It's a little off kilter, it's a little different. It's just SO funky and sounds so awesome to bend those pitches just a little bit, take full advantage of the medium and play around with it. Now I'm gonna talk a bit about why I love aivi & surasshu's music so much which. Ok so I believe(?) they coined the term "digital fusion" where you're mixing all these fun fresh digital sounds with real instruments/more traditional sounds and it can work SO fuckin well (for extra musical literature on this subject I'd like to suggest Yoann Turpin and specifically Chip Ship). Which we already get a taste of that where the pitch bends are playing on piano but it really kicks in when the violin takes over the melody and it's SUCH a graceful instrument in comparison to all this funky/awkward stuff we've had. The dichotomy is fuckin awesome. The violin is like a graceful victorian socialite ballroom dancing in after these pitch bends just pinned their arms to their sides and wiggled their hips around. We then get a third spacey instrument (I. have no idea what it is.) and it is. SUCH a switch. We have moved from awkward and stilted to almost too perfect and graceful (I forgot to write before but the high piano at the violin adds so much) to a moment of awe and discovery. We are now exploring the universe, the world of science and alchemy, and it is fantastic. The song almost seems to have it's own little narrative, and this is just a backing track for exploring one of the buildings!!!! This is within the first couple hours of gameplay, it is incredibly non-plot-relevant but SUCH a piece of art. I am absolutely in a slime ball watching amazing science happen so precisely and it is. so fuckin cool. And I could probably go off about every single other song, but in the interest of keeping away spoilers and finishing this post before 2 am, I will not. (Addendums because I can: this is less wet than the one my friend hates, and also this song is MOIST. I would also like to mention It's Showtime and Between the Lines as other song favorites but if I went into them I would never sleep.)
Okokokok. So. So SECOND point (I'm. so sorry.) I looked at my video game music soundtrack (I have two main soundtracks one for just every music but I didn't want to overwhelm it with VG music so I made one just for that that has ENTIRE soundtracks from almost every game I've played which. oops.) and I found two other contenders based mostly on I Really Liked The Games. The Oneshot soundtrack and the Night in the Woods soundtrack. Ok I'm gonna talk about Night in the Woods first cause HOLY shit. holy shit. The fucking astral songs. Those are fucking masterpieces. Such a simple ensemble but it creates such an INTENSE atmosphere. I really love instrumental music can you tell. I specifically want you listening to Astral Train for this one (played it for my senior recital and even though I had to play the violin part on clarinet I maintain it was one of the best choices I've ever made), but we the way the layers blend together is a fucking masterpiece. Since this song had to be designed so that any layer could play alone and each one could join in any order, each part of the quartet has to be interesting, but they still all must blend together and so they each get melody moments but the harmony/bass lines have to be interesting as well and. They ARE. This is such a hard task and it's accomplished SO. INCREDIBLY. WELL. (Side note: also makes for a good ensemble piece for, say, your and your friends' senior recitals, so everyone gets fun parts, a chance in the limelight, and a chance to rest, haha totally irrelevant note right there definitely no connection to my real life). With Astral Train we really get this cool ghostly train feel and through all the Astral pieces we REALLY feel the absolute intensity of Mae's dreams and the music creates such an immaculate vibe. It is unmatched. The rest of the soundtrack contains plenty of bops in a variety of genres too, where the bass songs have to be both playable and fun (Die Anywhere Else my beloved), and we get nostalgic and mischievous music fit for this ragtag team. This is the feeling I've had hanging out with my teenage friends at 10 PM in a parking lot. It is absolutely perfect for this video game. The music is SUCH a bop and really emotionally connects to me cause the game is such a bop of a plot. It is truly fantastic. (Addendum: Ok listening to Gregg rn and. Holy shit bop. I love him. I love this)
Ok now onto Oneshot, which, admittedly, does not have as strong a holding on the podium as these other two do, but curse me for having been emotionally destroyed by the video game because now I am emotionally attached to the music too. But, again, ATMOSPHERE. I am once again gonna be speaking in the interest of spoilers here, so I hope anyone who's finished the game will forgive what I'm not saying, but the entire landscape of this desolate planet is just SO much. The world is so simple and empty, and yet awe is often mixed with this feeling of despair. This is incredibly fitting for Niko, for the hopeful little pal they are, and creates an incredible effect. (I included specific song reccs for the last but I don't quite for this - so I'll just say now that I'm listening to On Little Cat Feet). The visuals are fairly simple, the map small, and just looking at the game the world feels incredibly small. But the music makes it all seem so vast. We really get put into Niko's shoes (or their little cat feet I suppose), and get to see this world for the vast, terrifying, but incredible place it is. The music makes you feel like that child seeing a new world for the first time, (this isn't spoilers past the first chapter but I'm warning you anyways) even though you are meant to be a god, you are still made to feel small and the world still large. The music does so much of this work, and it's incredible. Throughout the soundtrack the underlying angst, the despair, remains present, and the game has so much more impact for the music. No game is incomplete without it's music, and Nightmargin does a fantastic job creating this music for Oneshot. I haven't analyzed the actual music instruments/structure so much, but it's those instrumental sounds again tearing at my heart strings again. I would also like to recommend this game beyond the soundtrack, since it is an incredible story, with some puzzling gameplay, and it has made me feel how no other game has. It is a masterpiece of a game, and I implore everyone to play it through. Get hints if you need to, or play alone, just make it to the Ending. You'll know when you're there. (Addendum: I think I'm very repetitive here but I refuse to edit it so you have to live with this. Anyways gonna say it again: Play Oneshot!!)
Now I have chosen three game soundtracks that had a story that incredibly connected with me, and music to bolster that story and those emotions in incredibly meaningful ways. But there are so many others with great music, but that didn't necessarily connect on such an emotional level. Portal and Portal 2 have fantastic soundtracks, Celeste has beautiful music, Underhero has some funky and spectacular beats, Undertale and Deltarune are famously incredible (although I also did emotionally connect with them... but they're already talked about enough. Lancer beloved.), Clam Man is just. Fun., Oxenfree is also incredibly atmospheric and spectacular, Sewer Rave just has nice beats, and Minecraft is nostalgic as all hell. There are so many games to choose from, that from the moment I saw your question I knew I would be writing a far too long Tumblr post to answer you, because it feels an injustice to just answer one without reasoning, or without bringing to light all of the other amazing sounds I've discovered.
To finally answer your question, I think Ikenfell deserves the top spot in my heart. My instinct was right, there's fresh sounds, great musical structure (see: Between the Lines that I didn't elaborate on), incredibly emotional sounds, and fantastic storytelling within the soundtrack. But I love all of these other soundtracks, so I must bring them up. For they also have spots in my heart.
TL;DR - Ikenfell wins but I also love Oneshot and Night in the Woods and many others so I don't know what to say chief (lies i have too much to say)
#i will not apologize you brought this on the world by asking#i'm so sorry you had to find out i'm such a nerd This Way#i want to ask my friends to proofread this for legibility before posting but lets be real thats not happening. it wont be legible#so sorry about being this much of a nerd. not really but. wow that got long. mm vulnerability my behated#ikenfell#night in the woods#oneshot#only tagging those three cause theyre the ones i got too emotional about.#ok ok im gonna post this now lmao#wait am i legally allowed to mention blaseball cause the garages or is that not allowed#ok i think its not allowed#but the garages r very good i listened to the newest album today and *chefs kiss*
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JNPR Berries Week 2020
Day 6: Alternate Universe
Okay guys i hate aus and i always avoid au days for ship weeks but i actually have so many Pyrrha Lives/Fall Maiden!Pyrrha AUs and i got carried away i wrote almost 2k in bullet points
@jnprberriesweek
After Fall of Beacon Pyrrha has two options: 1) enroll at Haven with JNPR and continue to chase her Huntress dreams while paparazzi continue to make most things she does public, indirectly informing Salem where she is at all times. 2) drop off the face off the Earth both to avoid Salem/Cinder and to continue the Fall Maiden's job
Pyrrha being Pyrrha (self-sacrificing) goes with option 2
JNR decides there’s no way they’re going to let (a freshly discharged) Pyrrha go running into unknown with no friends or backup
She’s worried about putting them in danger (even though that’s the Hunter job description) but Goodwitch reminds her that she’s only at half power so she should accept the extra protection, and friends since she’s about to leave her whole life behind to live as a nomad which makes making friendships difficult to create and maintain
(Pyrrha doesn’t mention that she’s pretty sure she sees all of them in the more romantic light)
JNR help Pyrrha change her whole appearance. Which is very important since she’s also famous
She looses her iconic armor and has to leave her weapons behind
JNR tries to convince her to cut her hair but she’s worried about not being pretty
Jaune unhelpfully reminds her that that’s probably a good thing considering they’re trying to make her as non-noticeable as possible (poor boy just meant she’s so pretty already she'll probably never be able to blend into the background of any crowd)
Ren is actually the one who has to go "Pyrrha you’re gorgeous shorter hair isn’t gonna change that at all"
Then Ren goes "look at Nora she has short hair and she’s stunning for all we know you’ll look even better with short hair"
Pyrrha and Nora are practically speechless because Ren thinks they’re beautiful
Pyrrha is like okay but I won’t let you cut it any shorter than here (gestures to mid-chest level). (JNR tries not to look at her boobs)
Nora then tries to get her to dye it. Pyrrha holds out
JNR end up in Vol 4 outfits
Pyrrha makes the difficult choice of deciding to fake her death. She makes sure her friends (she unfortunately is unable to contact Blake or Weiss) and family still know she’s alive (but they still grieve her as if she’s dead. They most likely will never see her again. The only ones likely are her parents) but to the world Pyrrha Nikos is dead, killed in the Beacon Massacre
JNPR sets off through Vale (Fall Maiden's territory)
Pyrrha has a hastily made vaguely similar weapons to her last set. She may be a professional but she’s a professional with her chosen weapons and semblance, not most other weapons
JNR sees how Pyrrha dies inside every time a little kid or random citizen tells her "did you know you look a lot like Pyrrha Nikos?"
Pyrrha is also now getting hit on without her celebrity pedestal to keep people at bay
The first few times its truly pathetic how Pyrrha responds
JNR doesn’t intervene because they remember how sad she was about no one asking her to the dance
What JNR thinks is they’re coming into rescue her only occasionally. The truth is Pyrrha is getting rescued every time by a different member and lots of times one of them will step in before anyone even approaches her
Most of the time she’s happy one of them intervened
Some times she’s mad that no one will let her handle this herself (no one has realized that yet)
A lot of the time she feels all warm and fuzzy because for a few moments she gets to pretend. She’s given a free pass to slow dance with Nora, or to lean into Ren when he puts a arm around her waist, or get away with kissing Jaune on the cheek
(JNR are also very happy when they get these excuses.)
Jaune typically intervenes because he’s a nice guy and watching Pyrrha flounder is horrible. Ren and Nora always intervene because they’re either being protective or jealous (Ren has perfected the evil eye. People will back off before they even finished crossing the room)
They almost always camp out but when they stay in town they usually share beds to save money
Originally they were doing girls in one bed boys in the other but Nora is the whole kicking, sprawling, blanket snatching package so they typically pull straws on who gets to share with her
Sometimes even her bed buddy will leave in the middle of the night and see if they can squeeze in with the other two
On the other hand Jaune drools, Ren sleeps like a vampire, and Pyrrha snores
With Pyrrha, Jaune, and Ren all pushing six feet whenever two of them pair up touching is unavoidable
Most of the time everyone but Nora (who can fall asleep instantly) stay up freaking out about being so close to their crush. Ren actually freaked so much the first time he moved to the floor and activated his semblance just so he could sleep
Pyrrha is a side sleeper so she always ends up tangling her legs with her bed buddy. She’s always embarrassed but tries to stay in that position as long as she can (its the only selfish thing she allows herself)
Winter however quickly forced JNPR to start sharing sleeping bags
They always zip both bags together but all decided spooning is the way to go after too many cold nights. They also bought a tent just big enough for the four of them in order to trap escaping body heat
Jaune is dying from so much close contact. Was it not bad enough he has to see all of his (recently discovered) crushes get changed twice every single day? Was accidentally seeing Nora's abs and walking into a door frame in Beacon not enough?
Nora and Pyrrha on the other hand are loving it (when its not absolutely freezing)
Ren has caught all three of them arguing over who gets to sleep with him that night several times. Apparently he’s the best big spoon
A pack mule joke turns into them actually looking into getting one
Originally they wanted a horse, but when they actually were looking they ran into the problem of 1) its too tall for Nora to pack the bags 2) horses are massive and JNPR quickly realize they're scared of them
So that leaves either a pony, donkey, hinny, small mule, or llama
They end up with a donkey and name her Betty. Nora wanted "Bessie" but Ren refused to give in on the basis that she’s a donkey and not a cow
They also take this opportunity to purchase more bulkier items that would make their life more comfortable that they were unable to carry by themselves before (tents, pots and pans, extra shoes, more jackets, books)
They're over a year in when Ren of all people gets high and talks about his feelings
He thinks he’s talking to Betty but really he’s been talking to a tree stump for the last hour
He got high by taste-testing the mushrooms he was cooking
The team came back from getting firewood and unpacking Betty to find him laying in the mud giggling at the sky with their questionable mushrooms burning on the fire. It was pretty clear what happened
JNP have been making sure he wont hurt himself but mainly they’re enjoying the show
"Psst Betty. Betty. You wanna hear a secret?" JNP lean in "I’ve managed to fall in love with my entire team. You can’t tell anyone though. I don’t think I’ll ever tell them either. Im not good with feelings, and that would probably make me a terrible boyfriend"
He then goes on about what he likes about each person. He goes off on a tangent about someone’s eyes for seven minutes. He talks about his favorite facial expressions everyone makes and the best parts of their personality. Nora's been red for awhile now, Jaune is leaning so far forward Pyrrha's worried he’s gonna catch on fire, and Pyrrha is actually tearing up
He says how he feels guilty whenever he cuts in on whoever is moving in on Pyrrha, that he feels guilty about being jealous but also about sending someone away when he knows Pyrrha wants that experience, and how he doesn’t realize he’s already moved in to stop the person until they’re walking away
That he feels like he could mess up everything he has with Nora, not by going into a relationship with her but by being unable to open up any more emotionally than he is now which he knows she'll expect (they’ve talked about being “together-together” before)
He laughingly mentions that one time Pyrrha said she wanted a guy taller than her because Ren gets it now because when he’s bunking with Jaune in the winter he’s found he really likes being held by someone taller than him
Ren then goes "oh no. No no no its bad enough I’m talking about my feelings out loud I’m not going to tell you who has the best ass. Aren’t donkey's also called asses? What’s it like being a donkey?" And everyone is laughing
Pyrrha is the first to break after they fall back into listening. She looks at the fire the whole time. She admits she feels the same way about all of them, that she also planned on never saying anything.
Then Jaune pipes in that he just figured it out for himself pretty recently. That at first he was worried it was either teenage hormones or that he was reacting to a vastly shrunk dating pool and therefore the feelings weren’t real. (Unlike Ren and Pyrrha his feelings didn’t begin romantic and then expand his started sexual until realized what he thought was strong platonic feelings might actually be romantic)
Nora is still red with her hands over her face but eventually she says that she’s been attracted to all of them since team JNPR formed and "since we all clearly feel the same way about each other can we stop with the super embarrassing love confessions and makeout already"
When Ren wakes up that morning he remembers very little since he doesn’t know what were dreams and what were hallucinations. He has a dehydration headache and rolls over but Pyrrha sees he’s awake and she comes sits next to him. Ren doesn’t uncurl until she started playing with his hair. "How much of last night do you remember?" "Mostly just colors." "Ummm okay. Remember anything anyone said?" "I think I had a conversation with Jaune about rocks." "That was to Nora actually. But you did think she was Jaune." "Mmhm." "So last night there was a development, but since you were high I wanna ask you again now that you're sober." "Okay." "So ummm, we're kinda all dating now? But if you wanna back out now that you're sober you totally can." "What do you mean by 'kinda all'?" "All four of us." "And you all want to date me?" "Yeah, you don’t remember all the love confessions that happened last night." "Oh. Did my rock conversation interrupt all that?" "No. You actually confessed first." "I WHAT."
#hinacu rwby#rwby#jnprberriesweek 2020#jnprberriesweek#polyam jnpr#poly jnpr#hinacu au#i forget are alpacas also pack animals#are elephants#i figured they prob couldnt find a camel since Vale seems to be a pretty wet place#jaune arc#nora valkyrie#pyrrha nikos#lie ren#fall maiden pyrrha#fall maiden#au#alternate universe
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The Party (Mash-Up Story 2)
Characters: Creators
Frederique: @maxgraybooks
Kyler: @writingonesdreams
Osric: @abalonetea
Zazu: @vermontwrites
Niko: @lordkingsmith
Syvil: @kryskakikomi
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The party was loud and boisterous... but exciting and exhilarating.
Everyone there was laughing and carrying on and just as Frederique came crashing into the building, he threw his hands up and yelled out (not that anyone could hear him over the music), “I’m here, everyone! The party can officially start!”
Some people nearby had seen him throw his hands up in the corner of their eyes and glanced over to see what the weirdo was doing but by the time they looked over, he was already wandering into the building to see who he should chat up first.
Meanwhile, Osric was already inside, chatting with some people by the snack bar, food in hand and giggling profusely. He was obviously already having a good time and was so glad he decided to come. This place was amazing! The lights twinkled overhead like stars in the night sky.
Everything was loud but exciting and it made him more excited to be here.
Frederique was making his way to the snack bar when he saw the familiar guy from the bar and walked up to him.
“You came!” His tone was excited as his eyes sparkled happily at seeing his new acquaintance... his hopeful future friend. He grinned at him and patted his shoulder. “I’m glad to see you here!”
Osric was beaming.
“Of course I came!” He said, cheeks starting to get sore from smiling so much that night. “Th-this has b-been fun! Th-thanks for th-the invite.”
Fredrique couldn’t help but to grin at that. “Of course, man. Let’s get a snack and dance!” Osric’s cheeks turned pink but, grateful for the invite, couldn’t say no.
Just as they grabbed their food and prepared to go dance, a looming character came into view. The other guy from the bar - the one that had turned his invitation down.
“Hey, it’s you!” Fredrique called, hurrying up to the guy. “You came! How did you know where this place was?”
Kyler glanced at the man and bit off a sigh. It was the loud guy from the bar.
“Oh, it’s you,” he said simply, grabbing a snack and then turning to watch everyone dancing and laughing and chatting. He longed to be holding conversation with someone, but the only person that was really approaching him to speak with him was someone that... as nice as he was, he could be a bit much.
“Come dance with us!” Frederique offered, extending a hand. “We can have a threesome dance crew!” He looked way too pleased with himself once the words were out.
Kyler said nothing at first. But just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, some guy ran into him, knocking his food to the floor.
“My apologies. Allow me to assist you,” the guy said, bending down to pick up the food and then glancing up at Kyler as he threw the food dropped away and grabbed him another. “I apologize for being so inattentive.”
The smallest smile cracked on Kyler’s face as he accepted the food and took a bite.
“No need to apologize. It wasn’t like it was deliberate.” Something sparked in the man’s eyes. Curiosity? Something... and Kyler shifted ever so slightly.
“Allow me to introduce myself. People call me Zazu,” he said, extending a hand to shake, which Kyler accepted.
“Kyler,” he returned with a polite smile.
“Nice to meet your acquaintance.” Zazu offered a returned smile and then turned to the snack bar to grab a snack of his own. While he turned around, Kyler was snatched by Frederique and Osric and dragged toward the dance floor.
“Hey, I never accepted your invitation to dance,” he said, clearly a little annoyed to be touched and forced to do something by complete strangers. “Unhand me!”
Osric quickly dropped his arm but Frederique had a grin on his face.
“Oh, come on, Kyler! We can get that guy jealous and all revved up.” Kyler’s eyes widened ever so slightly as he pulled his arm out of Frederique’s grip and backed up a couple of steps.
“Excuse me?”
“You know... you obviously think he’s attractive.” Kyler’s face and neck turned a little pink as he realized what he was saying and he took another step back, accidentally bumping into a dancing couple.
“Who gave you the right to assume such things?” The words were barely audible but it was clear the message behind them and suddenly Frederique was beginning to think maybe he had done something wrong.
“But-”
“Leave me be,” Kyler said quickly and turned to leave.
Damn it, Frederique had liked this strange man and now it seemed he had crossed a line he couldn’t take back.
He glanced at Osric, who shrugged, not really knowing what they should do. He bit his lip and glanced back at Kyler’s back just in time to see it disappear into the crowd. Then he turned back to Osric.
“Come on... let’s not let it ruin our night.” He smiled his usual grin and took his hand to drag him further into the dance floor and they danced and danced.
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Zazu was still standing at the food bar when Kyler, still red and upset, started to walk past. He watched him quietly before electing to see what had happened.
He followed him outside and cleared his throat.
“Hey, you okay?” He asked, not really wanting to push things but feeling like something happened back there. After all, a politician must seem approachable or else people won’t vote for him, right? “Want a piece of cake?”
Kyler froze and turned to stare at him quietly.
“I’m fine,” he said after a bit. “Just gonna go back to my hotel.” Zazu studied him for a second before responding.
“You should stay. I won’t bombard you the way that guy did but...” he shrugged, making it clear he had no intention of finishing the statement.
Kyler studied his eyes for the sincerity that was clear in them before burying his hands deep into his pockets.
“Sure... why not.” The slightest smile broke out on his face while Zazu led the way back into the building, passing a couple of guys, one of which was smoking and begin dragged toward the party building.
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A young man was being dragged into a party by someone he’d only known a short amount of time.
“I really don’t like parties,” he protested.
“Neither do I but my daughter insists I need more of a life,” the second man said simply. “Come on, we won’t be here long.”
The two made their way inside, and as soon as they heard the music, their noses wrinkled in distaste.
“Hey, let’s go somewhere else,” the first man offered, looking around the building. “This place is loud and there are too many people.”
The well-dressed redhead could not deny that his new acquaintance was... well, not wrong about those observations.
“Yes. Let’s get milkshakes.” Honestly, he had the cherry they always put on top in mind when he made the suggestion. “I wonder if we can request an extra cherry...”
The smoking blonde put out his cigarette only to light another.
“Hmm, alright. I guess as long as we don’t have to stay here.” Just as the bouncer for the party was about to come tell him to put out his cigarette, they made their way back outdoors.
“You know where a good milkshake place is around here?”
The redhead pulled his phone out and googled milkshake places in the area and chose one. “We’ll go here,” he said, quick to decide and then pocketing his phone once more. “We’ll call a cab.”
“I’d rather not...” Niko frowned but shrugged.
“Okay, what would you rather do?”
“I drove. Just come with me.”
“Alright.” The two piled into Syvil’s car and drove off in silence. Not even the radio played as they drove to a nearby parlor and walked in for milkshakes.
As they sat to eat, they both remained quiet. Simply eating together was enough. It wasn’t as though the two were trying to become best friends. After all, Niko had his best friends - his daughter and his twin. He didn’t need any more. And Syvil felt pretty similarly. He didn’t need a whole bunch of friends to feel completely or satisfied with his existence.
However, even with that thought, he couldn’t help the way his eyes drifted down to Niko’s arms, imagining what kind of hugs he’d give. He bet he would be a great hugger.
A light blush colored his cheeks, which he quickly hid by taking a long drink of his milkshake until it went away.
Niko did notice this and lifted an eyebrow but said nothing.
Finally, they finished their shakes and left together. Once more driving in silence, Syvil dropped Niko off and then went home.
And that was the last time they saw each other.
END.
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Villanelle - Character Analysis: Power & Growth:
Villanelle doesn’t kill without reason.
This season has put a spotlight on her motivations, that can be traced back to S1. Villanelle kills for power and for Control. She’s not some Ted Bundy who kills to get her rocks off. It’s the power that she craves (and she gets off on). The changes we are seeing in Villanelle in the recent episodes are a product of this core drive and motivation being challenged.
In S3, we hear Villanelle vocalise this connection. A lot. She names the scent she confronts Eve in "Power". She purses her family because she believes the knowledge – the truth – will make her more powerful. She agrees to work for the Twelve again because she is promised power.
The key to changes we are seeing unfold in Villanelle is due to them unpicking the driving force behind her actions. In her mind killing and violence has always granted her power and control. It’s a link her upbringing cemented in her and that The Twelve have fostered ever since.
The Evolution of Her Kills
The first kill we ever see on screen is bone-chilling (The Hairpin). She absolutely delights in the kill. It’s like she drains the life force out of him as he falls to his knees before her. She feels powerful watching him die.
But even in S2, her glee is diminished. I think immediately of the pig kill. Konstantin is distracting her in Amsterdam with this job. She’s killing for a scorned wife, hardly the world-changing targets she’s used to. She’s bored the whole episode and missing Eve. She has to dress the kill up to intrigue herself and to get Eve’s attention. To Konstantin, afterwards, she remarks, ‘It didn’t feel like anything’. That thrill from S1 is absent. She didn’t feel powerful killing this man and the experience pales incomparison to what Eve makes her feel.
In general, as of S2 there is no more looking into people’s eyes as she kills them. The last time she really felt the power she chases was when she killed Aaron Peel and it turned out Carolyn was using her. Then, of course, when she watched Eve kill Raymond, where she was the one controlling Eve and seemingly, getting everything she wanted.
The kills in S3 ramp up this contrast to S1. Her spice kill lacks her usual flamboyance, she’s more interested in posing the body and challenging Dasha than the kill. She wants to prove she’s better, more powerful. Her garden kill is almost merciful. She takes more joy in playing with the woman than killing her.
Villanelle is motivated this season not so much by the power she feels from each kill, but the power promised to her by Dasha and The Twelve if she makes it to the rank of Keeper.
Her Relationship With Eve
This hardwired understanding is challenged when she attempting to kill Eve and their connection. Let’s dive into why she shot Eve, framed through this understanding of why Villanelle kills.
Villanelle’s perception of love is also skewered around control. Villanelle tries to narrow Eve’s world and her options to just running away with her to Alaska. When Eve realises she’s been manipulated, Eve acknowledges how they are alike by chooses to walk away anyway.
Villanelle has just borne her soul to Eve, made herself vulnerable by telling Eve that she loves her and she’s shut down. Completely. As soon as that happens Villanelle feels like she’s lost control of this situation, of Eve, of herself and she shots. It purely an attempt to regain some control and power, as killing and violence have always been for her.
Villanelle believes Eve is dead and six months later she is talking about her on her wedding day. When she finds out Eve is alive, she can’t pretend that she was in control of their connection or had gotten over Eve. That is why she makes such a show of her power to Eve as if to say “it doesn’t matter that you didn’t die, I’m more powerful than ever now”. She dresses in a men’s suit, wears the perfume Power and invades Eve’s life on her commute to work. Even physically she takes control of Eve. But it doesn’t mean anything in the end. Eve has just as much if not more power than Villanelle in that scene. She has the power to give Villanelle what she really wants.
(Look I was gonna put a quote here from Sandra Oh about Villanelle being physically stronger than Eve in the bus scene but she still never hurting her. And that it demonstrates how Eve’s power over Villanelle’s psyche continues to grow. I can’t find it anywhere so like let me know if you know what I’m talking about. I swear it exists.)
UPDATE (edit): I found it.
"Villanelle at all times can physically overpower Eve, but what grows is Eve's influence on Villanelle's psyche. Which is like [Villanelle] won't, even though she can" X
Villanelle entire relationship with Eve is a push and pull of power where Eve maintains her power without violence (aside from the stabbing in S1). In the bus scene, it is won through an act of affection, or omission that she feels similarly about Villanelle.
Her Mother
What trying to kill Eve started, killing her mother finished.
Villanelle thinks killing her mother will give her control, give her power over herself. Literally serve as a way to kill her demons. However, I think Jodie put it best in this interview:
“You can see the regret that she is already feeling but feels she has to go through with it — because I think she feels it’s the only way she feels she can fully kill her past and the woman that she was,” Comer says. “But actually in some ways, it’s like she kills Villanelle; it’s Oksana who is her true self and who she can’t get away from. So I think actually by doing what she has done, it has the complete opposite effect of what she was hoping for. For me now, at this point, I think Villanelle is her own worst enemy, and she’s coming to the realization that that may have been the case all along.” x
If we compare her killing Tatiana to say her first kill. The choice to not show her killing her mother cannot be ignored. It’s like even Villanelle doesn’t want to look at it:
“Villanelle has always looked into the eyes of those she’s killed, and in one draft the kill was actually [depicted], and I was like, ‘Maybe she can’t look at her; maybe she has to cover her mother’s face. This isn’t as easy as she thinks,'” Comer tells Variety. “I think Villanelle’s having a real identity crisis after the events of Episode 5.”
Villanelle doesn’t expect it to but killing her mother wounds her. Robs her of some of her power and makes her lose control.
S3 pulled off what could have been a disastrous dive into Villanelle’s past. You are encouraged to understand Villanelle was always like this. Probably would have always been. But we are also meant to see her mother’s influence, especially on her understanding of power and control and why she would be so fixation on obtaining it after being under her mother thumb.
We see Tatiana’s influence affecting her brothers lives as well. Pyotr stays there simply because he is told to. He has his own anger issues which he takes out on a couch. Pyotr attempts to control that side of himself, while Villanelle has always lent into it. She even suggests he just take it out on people instead, it will make him feel better. She doesn’t understand the need or benefit in controlling her own darkness.
In many of the scenes where Villanelle speaks to others about her mother, she mentions her mother’s covert and overt attempts to control all of them. Villanelle hopes that killing her mother might finally free her, give her back control. But in a echo of her advice to Pyotr taking it out on her mother doesn’t make her feel any better.
Dasha
My assessment of Dasha’s role in this season has change from 3x01. She was quite impressive in the first ep. She looked dangerous, which she is, but having spent more time with her and seen how Villanelle easily copied her signature kill, how she messed up killing Niko and how she lost at bowling to Eve. It’s clear she’s a washed up has-been assassin. I think in a way she is meant to make Villanelle consider the future available to her in this kind of life.
Dasha is one of the few assassins that makes it to old age. Villanelle is too confident to consider she would die doing this job. That said, I don’t think she’s given much thought to her future, especially not one without Eve.
Dasha is our glimpse at it. A woman, who when she should be retired, rich, and happy is still playing this game. She can’t even return home. Whatever power Dasha wield doesn’t grant her what she wants. Her legacy and her status have earnt her little. She is still taking orders from the same people. This must surely motivate Villanelle’s ascent through the ranks of The Twelve. Villanelle is after power and Dasha is dwarfed by the likes of Hélène
Keeper, but not a keeper
This brings us to 3x06. Villanelle is finally made a Keeper, the job description isn’t as lavish as she hoped. They offer her more money, more material possession but send her on the same old missions. Where is the power she was promised? It is here where she finally gets a whiff of how much The Twelve are truly controlling her.
I think this is why the Hairdresser kill goes so poorly. To kill this man is almost a forfeit of her power, to knowingly do it when she is being control. She knows she’s been fooled. It must be driving her crazy. Cause this is bullshit. For the first time she feels like a pawn working for The Twelve rather than powerful.
She’s just killed her mother. She’s head deep in her childhood trauma, that is all centred around being used and controlled. This insult from The Twelve hits different. Killing no longer offers what she always sought from it. The strings are pulling loose on what makes Villanelle, Villanelle. Talk about an identity crisis.
It’s all quite raw, she’s changing before our eyes, I doubt we will see this weepy emotional Villanelle forever. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think this unlinking of power and control with killing suddenly make Villanelle a saint. Not a single part of her felt bad for the man she killed, she just didn’t want to do it.
It might lead Villanelle to ask whether she has ever been in control of her own darkness. We talk so much about Eve letting go, perhaps, on the other side of that Villanelle needs to take control and realise she is her own worst enemy sometimes.
In the same episode, Villanelle falls apart we see Eve wield her own power and darkness without violence, even though we know she’s capable of it. We are watching Eve reach an equilibrium with her darkness while Villanelle is seesawing.
In summary, this season has reinforced and emphasised why Villanelle does what she does – for power and control - and then gone on to challenge her understanding of it completely. It’s given Villanelle room to grow and change.
I think it’s so interesting, if you can’t tell from reading this whole thing. I always thought the show would be too scared to change Villanelle so drastically, though some change is definitely necessary, especially for her and Eve to have anything stable. I thought the show relied too heavily on Villanelle pulling of a hit every episode to tamper with her drive to kill. But it’s delicious and opens up a world of possibility. This doesn’t mean we’ll get soft Villanelle anytime soon but maybe a more calculated Villanelle, whose interests better align with Eve’s.
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Week 7 of Clown Theories and Analysis
S03E07 - Beautiful Monster
So I’m feeling really good about the future of Killing Eve with Laura Neal running the show for season 4. With 3x03 and now 3x07, she really captures the essence of Killing Eve and I’ve missed that this season. We are definitely in good hands as long as we get through the finale without any bullshit which I am super nervous about!
Inappropriate touching - So apparently someone didn’t get the memo when I said that it’s illegal to keep making V cry.
I wonder what effect it’s having on V’s mind for people to keep telling her that she’s nothing but darkness and chaos. She knows she isn’t but I want to know how it’s weighing on her mentally. Obviously she’s bothered and upset by it but I want her to talk about it, it’s be interesting to see what she would say. I hope this gives opportunity for her to talk about it to Eve next episode.
It’s definitely having a huge effect on her actions, it’s giving her the drive to keep pushing to be the person that she wants to be and not who everyone says she is. She’s truly alone right now (especially since Eve, the only person who truly sees her, isn’t around) so she’s developing a better sense of self and will continue defy what everyone thinks of her.
Also I love the “God, you’re sexy” after Helene tells her that she could kill her. That’s basically the whole KE fandom when it comes to Villanelle.
Opening titles - Why? What’s with the inconsistency with the opening title scene?
Standard parents crap - If Konstantin dies this season, which I still think may happen despite the false alarm this episode, does that mean that this is the last we see of Irina? If he dies, that means she’s stuck there, right? I don’t see her mother coming to get her up any time soon.
I think I liked Irina better in season 1, she’s kind of annoying this season? Whiny, even. Which makes sense though, her father is a piece of shit (I still love him though) and she doesn’t seem to have a good relationship with her mother so I can definitely see why she’s acting out and so defiant. I just find it annoying, probably because I already see enough of it with Geraldine. Come to think of it, Konstantin and Carolyn seem to have a lot of parallels like V and Eve. Both have whiny, problematic children, both are under a lot of stress, both feel like the walls are closing in on them. This season is definitely building up to something big happening for Carolyn and Konstantin as well as Eve and V. Especially with the promo videos and pics of each pair before the season premiered.
It’s a rule - Eve is such a chaotic bisexual dumbass and I love it. Villanelle definitely has custody of the one shared brain cell during this scene because Eve is back full-force with her bullshit and pursuing Villanelle. And I am all 👏🏽 here 👏🏽 for 👏🏽 it 👏🏽
I really like the Bitter Pill team, Suzanne better not come for them next episode.
Can we talk about how Eve was about to use Niko’s pitchfork incident as a way to get the bakery to give her info on Villanelle? She was so casual about it like it didn’t just happen the other day and killed all her hope for their marriage. She really does have tunnel vision when it comes to V, literally nothing else matters. Which is also shown in her pressuring Bear with her blatant disregard for the law lol
Russia has vegans now - Omfg, V’s accent at the front desk and during the golf scene is everything 😩
Dasha didn’t have to come at V like that. V snapped back though but I really need people to stop coming for V’s feelings like she has none. I wonder if Dasha telling V that she’s going to die with her hand held while V dies alone is hinting towards V finding that person in Eve instead. Ah shit, as I wrote that, I had a thought. What if V does die (soon) while with Eve and in her last moments Eve is holding her hand. I can’t unthink that now and I’m pissed.
I do like filet mignon - So for a second, I actually thought that maybe Geraldine was spying on Konstantin because she suspected that he killed Kenny but then she just got back on her whiny bullshit and idk anymore. All I know is that she’s gotta go.
Hey. Hey! HEEYYY! - I loved this scene, the comedy in this show is gold. This is one of the things that has been lacking this season and it definitely brought me back to s1 and s2 in terms of humor.
Has V really lost it when it comes to killing? That’s the big question here. Obviously her plan from the beginning was to get away and escape with Konstantin hence her saying that she called him hours ago when he arrived. So that must mean that she never actually intended on finishing the job. Which she didn’t, of course. But I don’t think it’s because she can’t, I think it’s more that she doesn’t want to. I think, if pushed into it, she can and will still kill someone. Like if her life was in danger or to save someone she cared about like Eve or even Konstantin. But outside of that, it seems like she’s lost the drive to continue killing as she did before. I think that this has been building up since the beginning of the season and not just after 3x05. You can even go as far back as Rome, I think. That’s when she was first (first time we see) denied of being able to feel or be normal.
“I love you.”
“You don’t understand what that is.”
She was rejected and made to feel less than human. And that definitely had a lasting effect on Villanelle. Ever since V really started to feel more, I think that’s when her drive and excitement for killing died down. There are other things that make her feel alive now. She doesn’t look into her victim’s eyes and watch the life drain from them anymore like she did in seasons 1 and 2. You don’t see that excited, sinister gleam in her eyes when it comes to completing a job. The jobs that she’s had in season 3 aren’t what mattered anymore, it was her promotion. It was the prospect of gaining power and possibly some semblance of freedom. But now that that’s not what she had hoped for, the drive is gone. And she’s never been one to never been one to kill meaninglessly, whether she enjoyed killing or not. So I don’t think she’s lost the ability to kill, I think that she just doesn’t want to. She wants to be normal and this is her step in that direction.
Also, that was a whole lotta ass crack in this scene.
Like Stalin - I like how the only description Eve needed was “a pretty girl with her mom” and she was pretty much like “Yup, Villanelle is hot, must be her, get the fuck out”.
Dark Eve is rising!! What a contrast, Eve is becoming darker while Villanelle is trying to distance herself from her darkness. They’ve both been through a lot of shit this season which seems to have pulled Eve and V in opposite directions in terms of how it’s affected them.
You know that excited, sinister look I was saying V used to have? Eve has the same one here. She was staring into Dasha’s eyes just like V used to do when killing her victims. I wonder how this will impact (if it does) their chemistry when Eve and V finally reconnect again. Will it bring them closer together? Or will they be at an impasse?
Another prick to shit? - So the train scene ended up being a false alarm but I don’t think that Konstantin is in the clear yet, especially with Dasha being in the hospital with him and her ties to the Twelve.
I wonder what effects his death would have on Villanelle. Of course, she doesn’t want him to die but you see her come to the realization that he actually might in this scene and she didn’t seem too torn up about it. Maybe it was because of the urgency of their situation so she didn’t have time to fully process it but I do wonder how that’ll affect her going forward if he does die.
Omfg the wave though. I had so many feelings about this scene. Like I was bummed because Eve was sooo close but like she literally ran alongside the train like that’s some gay shit right there. And despite the situation, you see V smile and seem genuinely happy to see her. I think Eve was the last person she expected to see or hear from and with everything that’s happened to V since her last encounter with Eve, her obsession for her slipped to the back of her mind until this scene. Clearly Eve is still thinking about V so I think that’s the spark that puts V right back on that same path towards Eve.
Konstantin is literally dying and all these two idiots can think about is each other 😂
Emotional iceberg - Carolyn is definitely starting to feel the pressure after Mo’s death (RIP). Similar to Konstantin, Carolyn is now beginning to stress about whether or not she’s next. Her tantrum definitely wasn’t just for show. I really do love the different sides we’re seeing of Carolyn this season, she’s no longer the calm and collected Carolyn we grew accustomed to in seasons 1 and 2.
I’m not gonna lie, I lowkey thought Carolyn was gonna snap and kill Geraldine. Wouldn’t even blame her. If nothing significant happens with Geraldine next episode, then her only purpose this season was kissing Konstantin which I could have gone without and eliciting an emotional response from Carolyn which could have been done a bunch of other ways.
It’s not good for both of us - Villanelle’s voice is so sexy omg. I need to know the entire conversation they had.
Did V really mean what she said? They’ve definitely had their ups and downs (putting that lightly lol) and V hasn’t really given much thought to Eve lately (from what we’ve seen) so it’s possible. But then we do see both of them in multiple scenes together for the finale so who really knows? It could be setting up for them deciding to go separate ways at the end of the season (although I really hope not). From all of the interviews that have come out, we know that the finale will be different from the first two which leaves four options that I’ve thought of for the finale:
1. They mutually agree to stop pursuing each other and go their separate ways
2. They team up and run away together
3. One of them dies (although I think this is the least likely, it would hurt the fanbase)
4. Konstantin dies, Villanelle saves Irina and runs away with her, either with or without Eve
I want to say that the most likely option is 2 because if they separate (option 1) then that kind of leaves them starting season 4 the same way they’ve started every season so far. Separated and then coming together somewhere in the middle of the season. The show is about them, it’s about their obsession for each other so they would have to come back together if they separated. Which is just recycled throughout each season so I would hope they wouldn’t do that.
However, I’m a little apprehensive about them running away together. It’s been said that the finale will go a completely different route from what we’re expecting and we’ve been expecting them to run away together since season 2 so I have a feeling they won’t go that route.
Option 3 is the main cause of my anxiety for the finale. I don’t see why they would post so many promos of Eve and Villanelle together with “Love is worth the wait” and all the “you really see them come together this season in a way we haven’t seen before” if they were just going to kill one of them or separate them though. Especially since they’ve only met one and a half times (I’m counting the wave and the phone call as a half).
What do you guys think? What other ways do you see the season ending other than these three?
OVERALL - I really loved this episode, definitely one of the best from season 3. I definitely look forward to seeing more of Laura Neal’s work during season 4. I can’t believe these 8 weeks are already coming to an end. I love and hate the fact that we likely have to wait 2 years for season 4. I like it because it means the show won’t end (if season 4 is the last) next year, and then hate it for obvious reasons. I will definitely be reading and writing lots of fanfics to fill this Killing Eve hole after next week!
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=Chapter 32
Fortunately, they only had to wait inside with Mrs. Nikos for about half an hour. She was quite accommodating and understanding, having heard from her husband how unreasonable Jacques had been when they confronted their daughters together - and hearing first-hand his shouting after them as they walked up the street scant minutes before. Most of the small town knew about the incident by now, and while a man might have sided with Jacques, few women would do the same. She had no problem providing Willow with tea and sympathy, and a handkerchief to bawl into.
The minute Pyrrha walked in the door, she knew something was wrong without even having to ask. But she did.
“What's wrong? What happened?”
Mrs. Nikos attempted to field the question herself, adjusting her spectacles. “The Schnees are having… a disagreement. Would you mind driving them to a motel or wherever they need to go, sweetie?”
“A disagreement?” Her friend swallowed hard. “Oh no… oh no, he got out.”
“What?”
“He did,” Mrs. Schnee answered for her, looking wearier by the moment. “And as much as I hate the idea of causing a scene, I can't put my daughter in danger. Not knowingly. If he could drug another poor girl once, send her after Weiss with a knife…”
Mrs. Nikos shook her head, red bob bouncing to and fro. Pyrrha definitely favored her father a bit more in terms of features and size, but the hair was unmistakable. “To think he could treat his own family that way! Absolutely disgraceful - and right here in Atlas Heights!”
“I know, Mom,” Pyrrha said calmly, even though Weiss could tell that she was extremely upset beneath the facade. “But he's hurt them more times in the past. I hate to see any family fall apart, but…”
“Mia zoí malákas!” She spat downward three times; Weiss and her mother were a little surprised, but Pyrrha merely nodded solemnly. “Not that I could believe that of my Nick, of course… but one can never be too careful.”
At their continued confusion, Pyrrha explained, “Old superstition - she's warding off the same evil happening to our family.”
“A-ah,” Willow stammered, not having been prepared for what a high society woman such as she would consider to be a display of extremely unladylike behavior. Weiss knew it probably wasn't unladylike in Mrs. Nikos' culture, of course, but her mother was even less worldly.
“Where will you go?" Pyrrha asked. "I mean… I'm sorry, I don't mean to ask too many questions, but…”
Mrs. Schnee waved that away. “It’s alright, dear. I think… well, maybe I'm presuming too much, but Kali once told me to come to her for anything I might need. And we were talking about my marriage, all the financials. So…”
“Oh! Oh, that's fine - I can definitely drive you there. What about your clothes and things? Do you want me to see if Mr. Schnee will let me in to collect-”
“NO!” When everyone else was surprised by Weiss’s outburst, she hurried to follow up with, “Pyrrha, this isn't your job. Besides, I'm worried he would take out his frustrations with us on you.”
Before she could protest, Pyrrha’s mother said, “Listen to her, kóri. Best to only go in there with more than one of you. It's safer. My God, I never thought I would have to say that about someone in this neighborhood…”
They bade Mrs. Nikos goodnight and piled into Pyrrha's car. The minute they had pulled away down the street, Weiss turned to look at the driver.
“Don't go to Kali's house.”
“What?” they both said.
“Not straight there. I don't want Father having you followed and leading him straight to us, or putting you in danger, like your mom said. You’ve already had to protect me once and that’s more than you ever should have.” She thought frantically. “Let's go to the Branwen's. Then Yang and her mother can take us to the Belladonna's. Just an… an extra, um…”
“A precaution,” her mother finished for her, nodding. She had to crane her neck to see her. “My smart daughter. It might not be necessary, but you're right; better safe than sorry.”
Pyrrha reached over and took up Weiss's hand, drawing her gaze as they came to a stop sign and paused there. “But I would gladly protect you again. I know you would do the same for me! But… oh, you're right. We shouldn't invite trouble when it can be avoided.”
So they did exactly as they planned. Weiss could see that her mother was growing more and more uncomfortable as they got deeper into the poorer part of town, but she was trying to pretend otherwise, maintaining light conversation about the weather and asking after Pyrrha's studies. The other two women were much better at small talk than Weiss was.
Her nerves spiked as they got closer to the Branwen house. Yang’s mother was decidedly no fan of hers, but she had been marginally more civil the last couple of times she visited, so maybe there was some hope.
“Both of you wait here,” she commanded them, reaching for the door handle. “This shouldn't take long. Either she'll help us, or she won't. Simple as that.”
“Be careful, sweetie,” her mother bade her as she slipped out of the car and walked up to the house.
Raven answered after the first knock. She rolled her eyes when she saw the young cheerleader on her doorstep, but made no other derisive comment or gesture - only stood back to let her into the house.
“Actually, we can't stay, Mrs. Branwen. I wondered if I could ask you or Yang for a favor?”
Her bottomless eyes narrowed further. “Like what? And who's ‘we’?”
“Well… it's a long story. The short version is, my father is out of jail and we'd like a ride to Kali's house because we don't want him to strangle us in our sleep.”
She had been expecting some kind of snarky comment, or at the very least a demand for further explanation. Instead, Raven nodded for a moment, then held up a finger before retreating into the house. Weiss was just beginning to worry that she had been ignored when the woman returned, jacket on and keys in hand. It wasn't the kind of coat the Dragons normally sported, but one of a red leather with black fur around the collar. Sunglasses were clipped to the breast pocket, almost as an afterthought.
“Mrs. Branwen? What- I mean, um, what about Yang?”
“This is a grown-up problem, girl. The grown-ups should handle it.” She headed straight for her rusty old car, barely pausing to call over her shoulder, “Whoever's coming had better hurry up. I ain't got all day.”
Pyrrha followed them back to Atlas Heights in her vehicle. Even though she privately thought her mother would be just as comfortable staying with her friend as riding with Raven, if not moreso, she came along, anyway. It was a fairly tense trip.
“He knocked you around?” she asked Willow without preamble.
“What? Oh… yes, I'm… I'm afraid so.”
“Both of you? And you just took it?”
“Raven!” Weiss hissed, unable to help herself. The glare of doom she saw in the rearview mirror made her rethink the action, but she stood her ground.
“Don't you sass me, girl. Grown women are talking.”
Before Weiss could reply, her mother held up a hand to signal that she could field the question herself. “It's fine. She's right; I should have done something about this situation long ago. But I… well, I convinced myself that keeping the peace within our family was more important than my own safety. I was wrong.”
“Damn right you were wrong. If my Taiyang had ever so much as tweaked my girl's nose wrong, I would have slit his throat. That goes for most mothers, I'd wager - and if I'm actually a better parent than you are, that's pretty sad.”
Again, Weiss wanted to argue with her, but this time she stopped herself. That was the most solid proof thus far that Raven wasn't quite the negligent parent that she seemed to be. Maybe this wasn't the time to shout her down. Though she certainly resolved to comfort her mother later, and assure her that she didn't think of her as a bad parent.
Not when they had her father to compare her to.
“Must we do this?” Willow asked in a shaking voice as they pulled into her own driveway. “Shouldn't we leave well enough alone for a while?”
Raven spared her a dark little smirk as she turned off the engine. “A highfalutin’ woman like you? Probably wouldn't last two days without her collection of lipsticks and pantyhose. No, we’d better do this now.”
The walk up to the front door seemed to last an eternity. Both Weiss and her mother were trembling, and she could feel her own palms were moist, stomach clenching in anticipation of another fight, or a shouting match… or worse.
It was Whitley who answered the door. He looked shocked enough to see his own family members, and yet more when he noticed the strange woman glaring down at him as if he had been spawned from a swamp.
“What-?”
“Excuse us.” Raven pushed her way past him without even waiting for him to finish a sentence. After only a second or two spent getting her bearings, she headed for the stairs. Weiss and her mother hurried to follow, the flustered boy tagging along at their heels.
“Your room?” When Weiss nodded, she stormed in and looked around. “Suitcase?”
“Up here, in the closet.” She went to get it herself, hoping that if she wasn’t completely useless she might earn some tiny shred of Raven’s respect. The woman started yanking open drawers, shoving her hands into piles of panties. “H-hey! Don��t touch those!”
Her lip curled as she tossed them unceremoniously into her bag. “Please. You have to be this tall to ride this roller coaster.” She held her hand out at the height that just happened to match that of her mother, and she snorted when she noticed. “Huh. Look at that.”
“Excuse me?” Willow breathed.
“Nothin'. Hurry up, Weiss.” Then she steered the older woman out of her room.
It took another few seconds for Weiss to snap out of her dazed state and begin to pack. They wouldn’t have much time; so far, they had been lucky that her father wasn’t around to interrupt their desperate grab for their personal effects. She focused on clothes first, then began to grab for school supplies, makeup, other things that could be easily picked up and moved. Lastly, she made sure to pluck from the bottom of her closet the single slipper that had lost its mate to her love, tucking it in the corner before she shut the case.
“Do you really think you two will get away with this?”
When she glanced up, it was to see her brother looking quite livid, fists clenched at his side. Sighing as she pulled the suitcase down from the bed to rest on the floor, she finally snapped, “Get away with what?”
“Abandoning Father when he needs us most!” he half-shouted, pasty little face livid. “You already got him thrown in prison, and he’s finally shown that he is willing to reason with you and Mother after all of this… and still you throw that back in his face?”
“Reason with- Whitley, he attacked us! There's nothing for us to feel sorry about - we had to protect ourselves!”
“Of course there is! If you hadn't been… well, you know! Hanging around those bad girls! Why would you keep doing that when you could simply do as Father says and… and ensure your future with the company, with this family? You're even crazier than I thought!”
Weiss had been prepared to hate Whitley for siding with their father. To lash out, to try and make him see reason. Instead, the most prominent emotion she felt… was pity.
“Oh, you poor little idiot.”
“I am not poor and I am not an idiot!” he snarled with a stomp of his foot.
“You are. You just don't know it yet.” As she began to haul the suitcase toward her doorway, she grunted, “You're still welcome to come with us instead of staying here with a dangerous lunatic. But I have a feeling you won't.”
Rolling his eyes, he folded his arms over his chest. “Don't be absurd.” When she kept going, he jogged a bit to catch up and asked, “Where will you be staying?”
“The Starlight Motel.” The lie felt disgusting in her mouth, but it was for their own safety. “Don't bother calling; we are staying under assumed names and asking not to be disturbed.”
“You would rather stay in a fleabag motel than with your own family?”
Narrowing her eyes at him, she hissed, “That man is not my family anymore.”
Then she walked into the hallway. Hers and Yang's mothers had yet to return; that was no surprise. Her mother always took forever to pack. It was one of the many and varied topics she and her husband argued about, nearly every time they took a vacation. Before her mother had stopped arguing and started drinking, of course.
“Thinking about raiding our good silver?”
“Shut up, Whitley.”
“This isn't over, you know,” he sighed in a would-be causal voice. The trembling gave away that he was much more frustrated than that, of course. “Father will make you come back. Or at least return these things you're stealing.”
Taken aback, she snapped, “They're my things! My clothes and books! And do you really expect me to believe you think this is Father's pantyhose in my suitcase?”
“Yes. Oh - well, not in that way!” he burst out in annoyance. “I meant that he paid for all these things and you know that!”
Weiss was about to argue about that, take him down a peg, when the older women emerged from the master bedroom. Two bags were packed - Weiss now wished she had done the same, but she had been trying to pack light and take only the bare necessities. Her mother obviously didn't agree with the same definition of “necessities”.
“...quite a shock at first,” Willow was saying as they approached. Were they actually talking? Raven and her mother?! “But, well… I don't have much room to throw stones in my glass house.”
“I keep telling you, that's not what I care about.” But the instant she saw Weiss standing there, she buttoned her lip. “Hmm.”
“Yes?” Weiss gently prompted.
“Nothing. You ready?”
“I am. Is… everything alright?”
Raven spared her mother a glance. They looked a little more at ease around each other now, which she found as confusing as encouraging. “Think so. Let's go before Willow tries to pack a tea set or something.”
As they descended the stairs, Weiss goggling at Yang's mother calling hers by name, the woman in question whispered, “Oh… the tea set…”
They had just put the second bag into Raven's trunk when another car pulled into the driveway. They were blocked in. Even worse was the man getting out of said car.
“Ah,” he said, face aglow with a self-satisfied smirk that Weiss found infuriating. “Already crawling back with your tail between your legs, eh, Willow? I might have known it wouldn't take long.”
“Jacques,” she said in a dignified voice, which did nothing to hide her obvious fear.
“Wait…” His eyes finally took in the way Raven was stashing the last suitcase and slamming the trunk door closed. “Who is this? What are- did you come back to burgle me? Can you really be that pathetic?”
Raising a hand as if already warding off an attack, his wife backed up until the car pressed into her rear. “We came for what is rightfully ours. Please just… don't cause a fuss.”
“This is absurd!” Weiss almost wanted to laugh at him using the same word choice his son had scant minutes ago. “You really mean to do this! To abandon everything we've built together over some petty squabble! Where will you even stay? With this, this… bitter hag?”
Though Raven’s jaw tightened, she made no other move and offered no word. Weiss had a feeling that was a lot clearer sign of danger than if she had replied.
“At the Starlight Motel,” Weiss repeated loudly, cutting off whatever her mother had been about to say. “And don't bother asking for us; we're using assumed names and… and told them…”
Her voice faded as he turned the withering glare upon her. A few quick steps took him into her personal space, and she felt her flesh crawling in disgust for a man she had once trusted to provide for her, to protect and guide her into adulthood.
“This is all your doing,” he growled into her face, sounding more like a beast than a man. “Poisoning my own wife against me, dividing our home in two. You and those people you fraternize with now, skulking around and doing God knows what! And we both know what you're doing with that Chinese girl!”
She wasn't sure where the moment of boldness came from. Straightening up to her full height, despite it still being half a foot shorter than that of her father, she hissed as sharply as possible, “We do know that, Father. I'm in love with her and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!”
All the color drained from his face as he stared, open mouth, at his youngest daughter. If nothing else, at least she had accomplished shutting the man up for once.
“You…” He ground back to life like a toy having just been wound up again. One of his hands clamped hard on her bicep. “Disgusting… ungrateful… degenerate! Going against God’s laws - the laws of nature! We'll see about that! You're going up to your room, and you're going to stay there until I come up to teach you some-”
His words suddenly cut off. At first, Weiss thought he simply ran out of things to say in his frustration with her. Then he took a step back, and she saw a hand clamped on his shoulder at least as hard as the one on her own bicep.
“Careful, Papa Schnee,” Raven told him in a low, rattling voice. “Don't forget that you aren't alone in your house anymore. People are watching.”
His eyes raised, glancing wildly around the neighborhood. No one was looking out of their windows, or staring from the sidewalk. “Who is ‘people’? You? Please. Some barren old maid who looks like Evil Kineval? I'll thank you to stay out of things that are none of your concern.”
“Look again.”
Even Weiss had to do a double-take to notice what Raven was talking about. Two cars were parked on the other side of the street, their drivers staring intently at the Schnee household. Pyrrha and Kali - her personal knights in shining armor. Though Pyrrha looked a little bit more scared, Kali was filled with grim determination. Even as they stared, the latter's door opened and one of her high heels extended to rest on the pavement, ready to sprint toward the house at a moment's notice.
“You really think I'm scared of a bunch of women?” he scoffed, turning back to look at Weiss as if there had been no interruption. “I've seen the inside of a prison. Nothing you can do can compare with the atrocities I saw there.”
“Really?”
A loud click filled the air between them. When both Weiss and her father looked around, it was to see a prominent bulge in Raven's jacket pocket. Only a truly innocent lamb could mistake it for anything other than…
“A gun?!” she hissed at her. “Again?!”
“Why does everybody act so surprised that I have this and am ready to use it?”
Jacques flicked his beady eyes between the pocket and Raven's passively determined expression. He licked his lips, finally lowering his hand from Weiss's bicep to clench at his side. “It's a bluff. You're bluffing; I've never heard of a woman carrying around a pistol in all my life.”
“Keep threatening my daughter's girlfriend and you'll call my bluff,” she growled in a purely murderous tone, despite the cold smile on her lips. “Nobody gets to do that but me.”
Weiss wanted to sigh but decided she shouldn't.
“Jacques,” Willow set in a firmer tone than Weiss remembered hearing from her. “Please be reasonable. We just want to leave in one piece. Don't be stubborn and get someone hurt. Please?”
To drive home the point, Raven added, “I haven't even decided for sure that I won't shoot you if you do back off. Men like you make me sick. Really not smart to push me right now.”
“I'll have the police haul you in,” he growled angrily, his cheeks beginning to flush with redness due to the sheer levels of anger he was reaching. “You won't get away with threatening me! Do you have any idea who I am? How much power I have in this city?”
“Do you have any idea how little I care? Stop trying to impress me with the size of your piece and go away. I guarantee mine is bigger.”
Never before in her life had Weiss seen her father look so flustered and - to echo Raven's sentiments - impotent before. He glanced toward the front door, where Whitley was watching with an open mouth and an anxious expression, and again at the two women watching from their cars. By now, Kali had exited her vehicle and had one arm resting on the open door. Weiss cautiously retreated to stand next to her mother, silently reaching down to clasp her hand in solidarity. She felt the fingers flex and latch onto her own hard.
“Yes, I see, I see,” he muttered. “Battle of the sexes, is it? Well… we'll see about this. Yes, we will.” Glaring down at Weiss, he hissed in a venomous tone, “You have no idea how much worse I can make your life, ungrateful child.”
“Yes, we do. And we've had enough.” She pointed at the house with a shaking limb and said, “Go, Father. Just go.”
He went. Even though he looked like he had a million more things to shout at them, he seemed to realize that they no longer wanted to listen. His steps toward the front door were sure and swift - Whitley had to jump out of the way to avoid being mowed down in his determination.
Their mother hesitated for a moment, watching Whitley's worried expression. Then she took a step toward the house. “Come with us, son. I don't want to leave you in his care. I really don't! But I won’t force you.”
“Mother…” He sighed, lowering his eyes. Though he looked as if he regretted it, he turned and went back inside the house, pulling the door closed behind him. Weiss had a sneaking suspicion that at least some of what she had said to him sank in, but he wasn't ready to fully believe it yet.
“Glad that's over,” Raven snorted. There was a distant clicking in her pocket again; uncocking her pistol, most likely. “Some men have heads full of sawdust, I swear to-”
The rest of her sentence was cut off by Willow throwing her arms around her, squeezing with all of her might. Weiss took a step backward in shock. The next emotion that flared up in her was pure worry; Raven wasn't exactly a touchy-feely kind of person. How would she react?
“Oh, thank you so much!” Willow breathed urgently against her shoulder. “That was terrifying, and you were so… calm, and made him listen, and you… I've never seen such a strong woman before! Standing up to a man like him!”
The only thing that could have been more surprising would be if Raven embraced her back. Which was exactly what she did - only patting her in the middle of her back with one hand, but it was still more than Weiss expected. She looked mostly wide-eyed and confused. “No big deal.”
“But it is!” She drew back and kissed Raven on either cheek. Privately, Weiss knew that she was just being sociable in the same way she would have with the ladies at the Country Club, but was amused when she realized how it might come across to Raven instead. “How can I ever repay you?”
Sure enough, for just a moment, there was a slight bashfulness in Yang's mother's expression. The shy grin spoke volumes. “Honestly, don't mention it. Ever again.”
“Well, well, you two look cozy.” They had been so wrapped up in the various events that they didn't even hear Kali approach. Her own features were a curious mixture of bemusement and irritation.
“Kali!” Raven gasped - proving that she had completely forgotten she was even there. “This isn't- I mean, I only came to help them get their stuff from the creep in there. That's it, I promise.”
Smirking as she folded her arms over her chest, the Belladonna matriarch needled her, “Never could resist a blonde in distress, could you? But it's all right. You handled that really well and I'm proud of you.”
Her smile was obviously pleased, despite her response being, “Like I care if you're proud or not. But thanks for the backup.”
“Wait,” Willow asked, “you know each other?”
“Boy, does she know me,” Raven half-purred, and Kali rolled her eyes.
“I hate to interrupt this… whatever this is,” Pyrrha announced in a nervous voice, even though none of them had noticed her approach, either, “but I think we should go to Mrs. Belladonna's house before we continue this conversation. I don't like knowing he's in there, watching us like this.”
Their eyes turned as one to the house just in time to see one of the upstairs curtains be wrenched shut. Raven grunted under her breath, “Good idea. Don't want the cops to arrive and find me with this piece in my pocket.”
As they went to their separate cars, Willow asked her, “So you weren't kidding? That's really a gun in your pocket, not just a bluff? I didn't even know women could buy guns!”
“Of course we can. Not that I bought it through strictly legal channels…” She started the car and glanced at the two platinum-haired women in her passenger seats. “You did good. Maybe… I was wrong about you, Little Schnee.”
That was about the most glowing praise Weiss could ever hope to receive from Raven, and she couldn't help the huge grin that broke out across her face. It made the older woman grimace and turn back around.
“How are we going to get out?” Willow asked. “Jacques boxed us in.”
“Did he?”
The next several seconds were like something out of a movie. Raven threw her car into gear, nearly plowed into the fence, then cut the steering wheel hard so she would reverse into the front yard around her father's car. Deep gouges were left into the grass and earth that would take a groundskeeper many hours to fix. As if an intentional finishing touch, she backed over the mailbox before winding up on the road again, shifting into drive and taking off at top speed.
That was fine with Weiss. She hated being boxed in.
“Oh, our mailbox…” After a brief second, Willow turned to nervously say, “But it's fine! I… we can buy another!”
“Who is ‘we’? Thought you were done living with that walking pile of dog shit.”
Simple as that statement was, it shattered the excitement for the two Schnee women and left them with nothing but melancholy and regrets. A chapter in their life had ended forever, leaving only an uncertain future looming on the horizon through the cracked windshield of Raven Branwen’s old rusty Dodge.
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a legacy gone wrong
who: erik matkovic
what: an insight in his life and the changes that come his way
where: montepelier, vermont
when: 1982, 2020
ONE FULL MOON, 29TH JUNE 1982
The woodlands of Montpelier were quiet. Still. Peaceful. Nothing moved except for the rustling trees against the wind... and two men who walked cautiously through the forests. Father and son, Josip Matkovic and his eldest child, Erik. Erik was eighteen, and had just finished high school. He was supposed to be at college, studying to be an engineer. But... after his mother had died, he had changed his mind, telling his school that he was staying behind to support his father and their small business.
He had lied.
“Our family were one of the greats back in the day, son.” Josip began, Erik subtly rolling his eyes. Here they go again, his father droning on and on about their family history. How they were once rich businessmen, political leaders in the homeland of Croatia. “The glory days.”, he called them.
“I know.” Erik mumbled, keeping his eyes ahead. He didn’t want to be here... not now, not ever. He was forced.
“You are lucky... you didn’t see the things I saw when I was your age.” He continued, his accent deep after all these years; after years of success, the Matkovic family had to flee Croatia during the war, hiding in Istanbul. When they returned, what awaited them? Another state of chaos, Yugoslavia, “My beautiful country... torn apart by those creatures.”
During both World War II and the state of Yugoslavia, many in power had been infected by werewolf bites. It was this power, through fear, that had allowed them to retain control. No one knew where it had originated from, but Josip had seen everything, and his heart had grown bitter. Revenge, that was what he had wanted. Death to all wolves for what they had caused.
“It is why we are here now, not there, as we should be. Why... we have ruined our reputation not only as a family, but as hunters. We are the reason the hunter community exists, even.” Erik gritted his teeth as his father continued to speak so venomously. He hated it. “It is time to change that, son, you understand? Change is coming.”
It was then that they came to a halt. In the distance, something moved slowly though the trees... a wolf. Placing a hand on his son’s chest, he pointed to the rifle strapped on his son’s back. “Take out your gun.”
Slowly, Erik obliged. “It is time you learn what it really means to be a hunter, Erik. What our legacy is, how you will one day lead this faction.” Turning into the distance, he gestured to the wolf hiding among the bushes.
“Kill it.”
Erik’s eyes widened, looking at his father, “I... you... I can’t just... dad, it’s not doing anything wrong.”
“And why does that mean anything to me?”
“The code! You told me, we don’t harm innoce --”
Suddenly, Josip, grabbed his son by the collar of his shirt, pulling his son close to him so they were just millimetres apart. Just another one of the father’s psychologically and physically abusive tactics. “The code is hereby void.” He spoke lowly, ignoring the fear in his son’s eyes entirely, “You will do as I say and kill that animal. You know I don’t like it when you disobey me, Erik, yes?” Hesitating, the eight year old’s fear of his father overwhelmed his need to do the right thing.
He didn’t want to kill the werewolf. It was innocent, peaceful, hurting no one. He didn’t even want to be a hunter, he wanted nothing more than to be at college right now, enjoying life like the rest of his friends, but instead? His abusive father had forced him to stay behind and lead a life he never asked for. And there was no escape. But the consequences for not shooting the creature terrified him.
Looking back, he raised his rifle up in shaky hands, his forehead sweating, his stomach churning. “Good.” Josip regained a slimy smile, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Now... shoot it.”
“Forgive me.” Erik whispered.
MANY YEARS ON, SEPTEMBER 2021
A much older Erik stared at the walls of his office. His hair had greyed and his beard was longer, his face was wrinkled from the years of stress and heart ache, his hands rough from the life as a hunter. For many years, Erik had lingered in the shadow of his father, doing a job he hated, and trying his best to ignore the rules where possible. It wasn’t until 1989 that his father had died, and he had become the new leader.
He had married, had children, and enforced the hunter’s code once more;
No children.
No innocents.
Only fire when attacked first.
As such, for many years, life was good. Until 1994 -- Yousef Nassar, an original werewolf, had attacked Erik and his family as revenge for the things his family had done to wolves, despite Erik himself being a peaceful man. Though he was able to protect his children, he could only fend off the wolf from his wife when it was too late; though she wasn’t killed straight away, she was bitten, and Esther’s body succumbed to the wolf venom instead of triggering a curse.
This event had triggered something dark within the father. Heartbroken by the loss of his childhood sweetheart, the man had sworn personal revenge on Yousef himself. No one had ever killed an original, but he would do it. He didn’t know but he would. And after decades, he had achieved the greatest thing any hunter could; he had killed not only an original werewolf, but the patriarch of the original family himself.
But yet... the man felt empty still. Killing Yousef hadn’t brought Esther back. He still felt alone. Empty. In fact, he felt more alone than ever. His daughter was at college, and his son, Niko... well. He had fallen to the same fate as Esther, but he had survived. Erik couldn’t work for an establishment that killed the thing his child was, and even though he had considered retiring the role for many months now, this discovery was the final nail in the coffin.
He needed a new life. He needed to get his old hobbies, back, focus on his business, his friends... perhaps, find new love again. It was what Esther would have wanted, for him to be loved.
Sighing, the man heard the door of his office open. The room was small and connected to the small warehouse for his logging company, but it was really used for the hunter faction in Montpelier to meet, plan, celebrate. Today? They had all gathered for the announcement of a new leader. Darius Kenney. He was young, intelligent, one of the best hunters they had, voted in by the group themselves to take over. He was also vicious.
“Hello, Darius,” Erik smiled, turning around to face the other man; he was tall, muscular, dark features. “You ready for the initiation?”
Nodding, the man placed his arms behind his back, “Certainly, Erik. I’m excited for the role.”
Erik grabbed his backpack, intent on heading out, “I’m sure you’ll do great. Better than me, I’m too old.”
However, Darius didn’t seem to budge. Something on his face twitched, and something changed. “That’s not exactly hard, Erik, is it?” Erik’s smile fell, his head turning in slight confusion at the sudden insult, “Our reputation has been dying for years ‘cause of you, Erik. You’ve gone... soft. And those wolves have grown too confident. It’s time for change, I feel, no?”
Not wanting to create conflict, Erik merely nodded and tried to move past him, but he was making it difficult. “People are grateful I’m here. Imagine your pathetic excuse of a son leading us instead... how sad that would be.” Erik suddenly snapped, “My son is not pathetic.”
“Oh yeah?... Then where is he?” Darius quirked an eyebrow but Erik said nothing. He would not expose his son that way. “Exactly. Your era’s over, old man. Things are gonna get a little tougher around here, if you understand what I mean.”
Erik understood perfectly, his eyes widening at what he meant. “We have a code --”
“Which is no longer your concern. You are no longer leader, I am. As such, our code is over.” Stepping closer to the older man, Darius clicked his tongue once, garnering something dark in his eyes. “But... what I do admire about you is your guts, Erik. Killing Yousef Nassar of all people? What an achievement. So much so, that... I can’t help but feel it’s best to continue the tradition you started.”
Erik felt his stomach drop. Anastasia, daughter of Yousef, was dating Niko. This... would be disastrous in so many ways. “... Killing Yousef was a long and painful task, I don’t recommend --”
“No offence, Erik, but aren’t you a little old to be telling me about what is long and painful? You’ve lost your spark. Me?” He leaned in, a devilish grin moved across his lips, “I won’t let any man, woman or child stand in my way. I’m going to kill every single one of those stupid mutts. Starting with the daughter of the man himself.”
Frowning, Erik shook his head, “If this is about Damian, know revenge isn’t --”
“This isn’t about Damian.” He snapped. A complete lie. Damian had died at the hands of Ana herself after he had tried to kill Riley. “This is about our community. I’m gonna put Anastasia Nassar’s head on a pike, if it’s the last thing I do.”
Erik remained speechless, merely staring in horror at the man. “This is your war.” He whispered, fearing of what would become of the two groups should Darius genuinely set out to have her dead.
But Darius only smiled, leaning back out and shrugging his shoulders.
“Then I hope she’s ready.”
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Rest Easy, My Ashura
Series: Kengan Ashura
Pairing: Tokita Ohma × reader
Warning:Major Spoilers for ending and bitter angst
Based on a headcanon by @kengan-ass that made go into my feels cause it was so good
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As the tournament comes to a close, an after party was thrown on the behalf of a new era of the Kengan Tournament. Everyone was enjoying themselves and just having a fun time.
But that’s not were you were, however.
You were sitting and watching over Ohma, who laid unconscious on his hospital bed. He’s been like that since his defeat in the finals against Kuroki Gensai. You knew that Ohma’s body couldn’t handle the heavy fights without proper healing. As a fighter yourself, you knew it meant permanent damage or certain death if he continued to do without rest. But you also knew how ambitious and stubborn he was that he wouldn’t back down fights because of mere injuries. He was going to finish what he started whether is was winning or going down trying.
As these thoughts lingered in your mind, you walked back to Ohma’s room from using the restroom. What you didn’t expect, however, was Ohma standing up and in his casual clothes. As you closed the door to his room, he looks up as you. None of you say a word to each other as the room falls dead silent. Something was off about him though. The serene aura he held to the soft look on his face as he stared at you. It was different from his usually blank glare. Deep down inside, there was something telling you this will be the last time you’ll see Ohma like this, ever. Before long, he made long strides towards your form as you continue to stare at him. To catch your attention, Ohma gentle holds your face with his hand and makes you look up at him. Before you could say anything to him, he goes in to give you the softest kiss he can muster. Even though you got caught off-guard, you returned the kiss. However, it was cut short when he pulled back before you can place your hands on him.
“Go out and enjoy yourself, I’m just going for a walk.”
He gave you a small smile with soft eyes before opening the door and walking out of the hospital. You though about going after him but you decided to listen to him and find the others. As you wondered, you found Kaede, Rin, and Kazuo. As you approached them, they waved at you.
“(Y/N)-San, how’s Ohma? I heard he’s out of his hospital bed.” Kazuo asked you
“Oh, he’s good. He went out on a walk.”
Kazuo gave you a shocked look
“Ehhh! Without you? That’s unusual, he usually has you come along.”
You gave him a shrug as you took a sip of (drink). Kaede then smiled and went up to you, grabbing your free hand.
“Oh (Y/N), Mr. Nogi has been elected as Chairman of the Kengan Association! Ohma saved us and we did it!”
Both you and Yamashita look at each other in disbelief. I mean, you’re glad that the Nogi company was saved but something in your heart dropped. Then that’s when realization hit you.
You needed to find Ohma ASAP
After chugging your drink and placing it on a empty table, you apologize to the three of them before sprinting up into the forest-mountain region of the island. Rin and Kaede looked at each other confused on why you left in such a hurry. But Mr. Yamashita might have a feeling on why you left. As you sprinted pass the crowd, many fighter recognized you. Some of them waved at you and said hi, other just looked puzzled on why you’re running away from the party. But you didn’t care, you mind was out of touch with everything, your only focus was finding Ohma before time runs out.
As you were running, memories began to flood in as you kept going. From first meeting him and his master while training in the forest along with your master, the death of both of your masters, meeting Mr. Yamashita and Akiyama, to the kengan fights and moments that led up to this. Then the sequence changed to memories with Ohma. From tending and caring to his wounds and sparing matches, to eating out together and going on long night walks. As all of those played in your mind, you didn’t notice tears began to well up in your eyes or how badly your lungs burned from running with such stamina and force. But again, you didn’t care. You prayed and begged your legs to have strength and speed to keep going as you saw a clearing that leads off onto a ledge. As you force yourself to keep going, you can only hope you’re not too late.
Meanwhile, Ohma was sitting with his back to the tree as the sun was setting. He knew his time was coming as he saw talked to Niko’s ghost one last time before vanishing. He chuckles as he feel his life slip away ever so slowly. At least he’s far away so that everyone doesn’t see him like this, especially you. As his conscious begins to sleep, his thoughts were only about you. How you shone that smile he always cherished and loved. One things for sure is that he’ll miss you the most and regrets not saying bye to you.
Or so he thought
As you made it to the end of the clearing, you whip your head around to see if he was there. To see if you still had some time left with him. Then you spotted him by the farthest tree near the edge. You slowly walked up to him before gently kneeling next to him. He knew it was you by the weight of your footsteps. As you kneeling next to him, he gives out an airy chuckle before speaking.
“You’re not…supposed to be… here.”
“I can say the same thing to you as well.”
“You’re…not…supposed to see me… Like this.”
“But I choose to do so, I need to see you… Before you—”
You couldn’t even finish that sentence without choking up. Instead of finishing your sentence, you softly grabbed Ohma’s head and placing it on your chest. You cradled his head as if it was glass and the most fragile thing you’ve ever owned. Ohma doesn’t react but he just smiles at your antics as you always did this with him during your guys down time. You knew time is golden and you needed to tell Ohma before he goes, just one last time even though you told him more than once.
“Ohma, I know you already know this but I’ll say it again and keep it short. I mean it that you’re very important to me. You were different in your motives and ambitious that I admired you. It made me want to saw more that what I wanted and changed me for the better… I just wanted to thank you and that I… That I…I lo—”
The build-up of emotions were overwhelming you. You wanted to say more but it wouldn’t come out. You never felt like this for someone in such a long time that you and your body don’t know how to react. You guessed it’s been that long, huh? As you stuttered and stumble on your words, you feel Ohma breath before speaking.
“I Love You, (Y/N)”
After hearing those words, you gotten out of your initial shock. At this point, you could only hold him little closer and tighter to your being. You smiled as tears started to fall from your eyes. You finally got the the strength to speak up.
“I love you too, Ohma.”
Upon hearing those words, Ohma chuckles and continues to smile before his life slipped away completely, leaving you, everyone and this world behind. As you felt Ohma take his last and final breath, you finally knew he was gone for good. You gave a small bitter sweet laugh before giving his temple a simple kiss and continued to hold him. You keep checking out reality that you didn’t notice Mr. Yamashita by you guys as he speaks to Ohma. But as he finishes, he sheds his tears as he knows that the young fighter is no longer with you guys. This was when your airy laugh went from choked sobs to full on wails. The floodgates of sadness finally overcame you as you cried over the loss of your beloved. You weren’t alone in crying all out but that’s what it felt like. You know Ohma can finally rest from fighting but you couldn’t help it.
You miss him so much
As the sun already has set and the star appeared in the night sky, you can only hope that he finally finds peace where he was going. As you still held onto Ohma, you finally spoke your final words to him.
“Rest Easy, My Ashura”
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A/N:Thank you guys for finishing this first piece I’ve written for Kengan Ashura. If you finish the series, you’ll understand my pain as I legit was crying while writing this. I’m gonna add something here that I’ll will add to my info/rules later so lend me your ears fellow readers. I have this thing of not being able to write a full on series but I connect most of my stories to each other as based on which character I will write for. I treat this for all the series I write. So expect some stories with sequel, continuation or prequel in the synopsis or Author’s note. Thanks again pals!
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and so the feeling grows, Chapter 3
Weddings bring out the romantic in all of us or at least that's what Harry keeps saying. Macy isn't entirely convinced.
One of her sisters is getting married, the other is playing matchmaker with the invitations and her best friend thinks the whole thing is hilarious.
Or, Mel is getting married and it brings Macy and Harry closer, a feat they didn't think was possible.
A/N: I was planning on posting this yesterday, but I fell asleep and woke up at ten pm. Please enjoy and let me know what you think :D
Also on AO3
X
The house was in chaos. Well, that was putting it nicely.
There were flower arrangements on every available surface, the dresses and tuxes for Niko’s side were hanging in the dining room and Macy and Maggie’s dresses were on a rack in the living room. The contents of Maggie’s binder were spread everywhere, taped to the walls and scattered over the entire first floor. Maggie herself was running around trying to put the final touches on everything from which mascara would be best on Mel to whether or not Niko should wear her curlers to bed.
Macy was staying out of the action, holed up in the kitchen with Harry who was there for moral support. They were baking muffins for breakfast in the morning, well Macy was baking and Harry was sitting at the island, stealing bites of chopped fruit when he thought she wasn’t looking.
“Does Maggie realize she’s not the one getting married?” he asked quietly.
Macy turned around and swatted his hand away from the bowl of blueberries.
“Mel hasn’t exactly made it easy for her,” Macy defended, catching a glimpse of Maggie shoving Niko into the dining room. “And weddings are stressful for everyone involved.”
He plucked a blueberry from the bowl and had it in his mouth before she could stop him and he smirked. “You seem to be doing fine,” he said, inclining his head toward her.
“I took myself out of the equation,” she said, making a waving motion around the kitchen. “I’m helping by making breakfast for tomorrow. You’re just sitting there.”
“They’re not my sisters.”
“Harry,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “You’re family too, you know.”
He smiled, taking another blueberry. “So you all keep telling me.”
“Because it’s true.”
He shrugged his shoulder and ducked his head, his eyes on the book he’d been pretending to read. Macy watched him for a moment before going back to the mixer on the counter. She switched it on and watched the ingredients inside blend together.
“I’m gonna kill her.” Mel’s voice cut through the noise from the mixer and she switched it off and turned around to see Mel standing in the entryway of the kitchen.
“I’m actually going to kill her,” she repeated and Macy could see the fire in her eyes and the burning redness in her cheeks and chest.
Harry was on his feet and at Mel’s side in a flash, guiding her to his vacated chair.
“I don’t think Niko would appreciate taking her fiance to jail the night before her wedding,” he said soothingly, moving to pull a bottle of liquor from cabinet by the fridge.
Macy stood back and watched him pour two glasses and hand one to Mel. Her shoulders relaxed as he sat beside her and patted her shoulder.
“I just don’t get why they’re panicking,” she said with a sigh, downing what was in her glass. “We’ve been planning for months, it’s all perfect.”
“They’re just nervous,” Harry said, taking a sip from his own glass. “It’s a big thing, getting married.”
Mel snorted and reached for the bottle on the island. She poured herself a generous amount before Harry took the bottle from her. “If it were up to me, I’d just take Niko to Vegas and get it over with at one of those drive thru chapels.”
Macy chuckled and Harry did the same, finishing off the rest of his drink. “I’m afraid you’d be the one leaving the house in a body bag if Maggie or Niko heard you say that.”
“That doesn’t leave this kitchen.” Mel pinned him with a glare and he raised his hands in defense.
“You have my word,” he promised and Mel pointed her finger in Macy’s direction. “She took herself out of the equation.” Macy nodded her agreement and Mel relaxed and downed her drink again.
“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Harry said, sliding the bottle out of her reach. Macy stepped forward and screwed the lid back on, taking the bottle to put back in the cabinet. “I’ll distract Maggie and you go grab Niko and sneak out the back door. You can stay at my place tonight.” He dug his keys out of his pocket and pressed them into Mel’s hands.
“You two deserve a peaceful night before tomorrow,” he said, already moving to stand.
“Harry, we can’t do that,” Mel said, shaking her head, trying to give Harry his keys back.
“I insist, for our collective sanity.” He pushed her hand away. “You need a night away from this madness and I know you won’t get that here or at your apartment.”
Mel didn’t move for a moment, but eventually she stuck the keys in her pocket and slid out of her chair. “Thank you, Harry.”
To Macy’s surprise Mel wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him. He looked over her head at Macy, eyes wide and she just smiled as he settled his hands on her back. Mel pulled away quickly and hurried out of the kitchen to find Niko.
Harry looked over at Macy, rubbing the back of his neck. “How do you feel about a sleepover?”
“I’ll allow it,” she said. “But you have to actually have to help me make these muffins.”
“Deal.”
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“What you did with Mel was really great,” Macy said softly.
They were laid out in her bed, her laptop open between them with her favorite show playing quietly.
Harry shrugged, his eyes on the screen. “It was nothing.”
“It wasn’t nothing,” she argued. “You always know how to handle these things.”
He turned his head and nudged her shin with his foot. “I’ve had loads of practice.”
“So have I, but I hid in the kitchen and you sent Mel and Niko away and got Maggie to give the wedding planner from hell bit a rest,” she said with a sigh.
“Don’t sell yourself short, Macy. You’ve done a wonderful job with your sisters.” He reached across the distance between them and took her hand. “Mel is getting married tomorrow and Maggie damn near planned the whole thing. I’d say they turned out alright.”
He paused, giving her hand a tight squeeze. “My point is, you your best with the cards you all were dealt. And it’s okay to need a helping hand every once in a while, a hand I am more than happy to lend.”
Macy smiled and sighed. “Do you ever wonder what your life might be like if you hadn’t met us?”
“Don’t you mean if I hadn’t found you sobbing in the campus library in the middle of the day?”
She let go of his hand and swatted at his shoulder. “I was dealing with a lot and you refused to leave me alone.”
“I couldn’t leave you there, not in good conscience. Pardon me for being a decent human being,” he said huffily. “And I think the ten years of friendship that came from that day was well worth a little extra nudging.”
Macy reached for his hand and he laced their fingers together, bringing their joined hands to his chest.
“I almost ran the other way,” she admitted. “When you finally convinced me to eat something, I was going to bolt as soon as you turned your back. But you never turned your back on me.”
“And I never plan to,” he said, bringing her hand up to his lips to kiss her knuckles.
“Even if it means giving up the comfort of your own home for the night so that my sisters don’t kill each other?”
He grinned against her knuckles and planted another kiss there. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Macy bit her lip, her heart thumping in her chest. Harry looked back at the screen, holding her hand against his chest and she could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin material of his shirt. His eyelids were drooping longer and longer with every passing minute until his grip on her hand loosened.
Macy used her free hand to close her laptop before settling against her pillow. She pulled her hand free from Harry’s and smoothed the hair back from his forehead as her eyes slid over his face. His mouth was opened slightly, his soft snores filling the quiet room.
She could already imagine all the teasing Maggie would no doubt find time for tomorrow, even with the wedding going on. Harry spending the night in her bed sure as hell looked like they were a couple. And Macy would be lying if she said it hadn’t crossed her mind more than a handful of times over the last ten years. But their friendship was far too precious to hope for anything more and risk losing everything.
He came into her life that day in the library and never left. Not when Mel fought his presence tooth and nail for years, not when Maggie refused to leave his side to the point where he couldn’t leave the house for over a week, not when Macy screamed for hours when he took her sisters out to dinner when she was working late and he left his phone on the kitchen table. He was there for everything after her mother died and she was made guardian of Mel and Maggie.
Harry was their family and Macy’s best friend, that had to be enough.
He stirred under her touch, reaching up to swat her hand away from his hair. His fingers closed around hers and he held her hand against his chest. Macy smiled to herself and let the steady rhythm of his heart beating against her fingers lull her to sleep.
Her last thought before she drifted off completely was that this was enough.
X
Macy woke up to pounding on her bedroom door. She shot straight up in bed, completely disoriented. Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in her blinds and she blinked against the sudden brightness. The bed shifted beside her, drawing her attention to Harry who was somehow still asleep.
He’d moved closer through the night, filling the respectable gap that had been between them and had his arm draped loosely over her waist. Macy didn’t have time to worry about the implications of that because the pounding started again and this time Maggie yelled through the door.
“Macy! You guys need to wake up. Someone has to go get Mel and Niko.”
“I’m up,” Macy called back, scrubbing her hands down her face.
Maggie banged on the door one last time and Macy heard her annoyed huff. “They were supposed to start getting ready an hour ago. Tell Harry I hate him for helping them sneak out.”
Harry chuckled from beside her, pulling his arm away to cover his eyes as he rolled over. Macy missed the warmth as soon as it was gone, but she shoved that thought down as soon as it surfaced. Now was not the time.
“He heard you,” she said, but she could already hear Maggie’s retreating footsteps.
Harry started laughing and Macy turned to pin him with a glare. He couldn’t see it, but she smacked him in the shoulder to get him to look at her.
“What was that for?” he asked, looking up at her with sleepy eyes and furrowed brows.
Macy poked him in the center of his chest. “This is not funny and it’s your fault she’s already on the war path.”
“It’s a little funny.”
She narrowed her eyes and snatched the pillow from under his head. “Get out of my room.”
He just laughed again and Macy was tempted to smother him, but that would only set Maggie’s schedule back even further. And that was out of the question.
“She’ll come back and drag us out if one of us doesn’t go out there.” Macy warned.
He held his hands up defensively. “I’m going, I’m going. I’ll even bring coffee when I come back.”
“I won’t smother you then,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest as he got up.
“You were thinking about smothering me?” He asked, tilting his head to one side.
“Jury’s still out.”
“I’ll make that a double shot for you then,” he said with a smirk, eyeing the pillow she was still holding in her hands. “Have fun with Maggie.”
Macy wrinkled her nose and watched him walk over to the door. “I don’t like you.”
He chuckled as he turned the doorknob. “Yes you do.”
The door behind him with a soft click and Macy repeated, “yes, I do.”
#hacy#macy x harry#my fic#please enjoy :D#fingers crossed this chapter actually shows up in the tags
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