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campwillowpeak · 2 years
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Everyones like oh harper my sweet husband and oh I'm goina baby him and oh I want cuddle the cute little baby man but are forgetting while this man isn't the killer he is a killer you said he'd actually resort to burning people to death the man is actually high key dangerous so my question is what would he do if we completely rejected him? I doubt hed just go all big eye sad baby
You are correct! And he definitely does play up the awkward, silly, "baby me" mode either for pity points to keep you close or just to get affection out of you!
And while he would never purposefully hurt you, he certainly wouldn't just let you go either :)
In terms of what would happen if you rejected him tho? Weeeeeeelllllll
CW: Kidnapping, death
It had been a week since Camp WillowPeak.. You still couldn't really sleep at night... So many people you'd gotten close to, dead.. And that weirdo. God, even when all that was happening that creep still tried to make moves on you. You all could have died and it was like all he could think about was getting with you!
You remembered back to when you told him off after everything, how you said you never wanted to see him again. You almost felt bad for how heartbroken he looked, but then he had to open his mouth, going on about how much he adored you, how he needed you... It was too much. You could still kinda feel how your hand stung against his cheek when you slapped him and stormed away..
Shaking your head you sighed... It was all in the past now, and all you could think about was getting these groceries home and making something to eat. Thats when you paused in your tracks.. No... There's no way life could be this cruel... Staring at your apartment building down the road.. Or what was left of it.. It was in cinders.. Charred wood and brick crumbling in front of you..
Running towards the wreckage you look around, your neighbors on the side of the road, staring on as dumbstruck as you.. Some were crying, some were covered in soot and ash. Looking further you saw some even being treated for injuries... and some being carried away on stretchers... some with sheets over their heads.
Asking around to find out what happened nobody could give you a straight answer, apparently it would be a while before the investigation was finished, and even then there was no guarantee you'd find out how it started. God you felt like you were going to cry... You know you should be crying, but the tears just wouldn't come. Was it shock? You didn't know... What you did know is you now needed a place to sleep tonight.
Thumbing through your contacts you made a some calls. It took a few tries but you finally found someone ok with you crashing on their couch for the night at least. Telling them you'd be there shortly you made your way back down the road.
It was getting late, and you just wanted to be able to sit and stare at a ceiling for a while. Figuring your day couldn't possibly get any worse at this point you decide to cut through a few alleys to get to your friend's faster. The first two went find, just a quick squeeze past time rubbish and junk piles you pause at the third, just as you reach the end you sigh, this one was completely blocked off "Alright, not through this one I guess..."
You turn around and pause.. A black SUV was now blocking the exit. Squinting you didn't see anyone inside... Maybe someone just did a really shitty parking job? Wasn't too uncommon for this city honestly. One way or another you couldn't just stay stuck in here and that was your best way out.
Slowly inching towards the SUV you sigh with relief, there really was no one inside. Quickly moving to squeeze past the SUV you suddenly hear something behind you, before you could turn and react though you felt something wet cover your nose and mouth. You tried to struggle, but whoever it was.. There was no way you could overpower them... And the longer you struggled, the blacker everything got, until you felt your body go limp.
It was the pounding of your head that you noticed first, even before your eyes opened. And when they did you could barely see anything. Where were you? What happened? Trying to stand up you suddenly realized there was something hard and cold around your wrists... And your ankles.. And even your neck?? What the hell was going on?? Were you shackled???
Thats when the lights turned on, they were blinding. And then you heard it
"Ah! You're awake Cara Mia!" You didn't even need to see to recognize that voice, to remember that annoying nickname... Your stomach churned at what he said next...
"I'm so sorry about your home Cara Mia, I really didn't want to go to such an extreme, but you left me no choice.. Don't worry though, I'll make sure you're as comfortable as you can be here with me... You'll see, you'll love it here with me in no time~"
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katsus-world · 3 years
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How bakugou and kirishima would react if they walked in on you crying cause of a show.
umm totally not self-indulged
Genre: fluff, not really angst, hc's
Also these are kinda long
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It's 6pm and bakugou is getting back to the dorms from the gym with his read head pal.
He's annoyed at you to say the least.
You haven't answered his texts. And hes worried bro
(Not that he'll ever admit it tho)
Anyways Kiri and him get to the dorms smelling like sweat
That's just Kiri
But bakugou left the red head behind when the blonde checked his phone
he was about to send u another angry text But he saw that you left him on read.
Lmao ╰_╯he does that face and goes storming up to your room.
When he noticed that the doors locked his first instinct is to blow the door
But he stops himself when he hears muffled sniffs
Bakubaby would stay at the door for a couple of seconds thinking if he did something to upset you
But then his thoughts go to the opposite direction
What if someone did something to you.
Just the thought if someone hurting you made his heart hurt and his blood boil at the same time.
Finally returning to his senses he knocks on the door hard.
Hearing a small scream come from your room and the cracking of your floor board, you open the door.
Puffy red eyes and pouty lips look back at him as you stare at you boyfriend.
Quickly he hugs you.
"Who the fuck did this? Huh, I'll kill them!" his own way of caring you laugh slightly.
"Nobody did anything, calm down Kat."
His face goes (`o´)? For a moment and pulls away
"Then why the hell are you cryin'?" you push him inside your room and close the door.
you shuffle your way to your bed feeling his red eyes follow your figure. You clear your throat as you explain what happened.
"So the mc lost ANOTHER person Kat! They've gone through so much! And I really like [character name]!" your glossy eyes look back at your bf who at the moment looks stunned.
"Wait let me get this straight. Your cryin' over a fucking show?! Dumbass, come here."
You quickly made your way in his arms and he patted your back trying to make you feel better.
The next morning you go to kaminari and you both talk about the show and kami would get emotional too.
He told you to watch it so you both can talk about it
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It's the weekend and Kirishima just woke up
It's like 9:35 and the first thing he does is grab his phone.
Mans would send you a good morning text but he found it odd that you didn't respond.
Lmao but then he remembers it's Sunday and you probably just wanted to sleep in
He goes down stairs and makes himself some all might cereal.
Don't come at me 😭
After that he goes to train with the Bakusquad and sero asks if your not awake.
"They're probably asleep bro, Ill check up in them later." he gives sero a toothy smile and make their way to the gym.
Meanwhile your at your dorm.
Your computer open and snacks around you.
Being the s/o of Kiri ment being friends with bakugou lmao
You two rarely talk only when he's screaming at you to fight him
Anywaysss you and Kiri were in baku's dorm studying. Not really he was just yelling at Kiri to focus.
Long story short Kiri went out for snacks and bc he trusts you to stay in the room with another dude and not do anything he left u and Baku.
Taking out your phone baku snatches it and tosses it with your sharky boyfriends on his bed.
"Focus on the homework!" not paying attention to what he said, something caught your eye.
Behind him was a shelf of romance manga, your lock eye with the blonde and laugh your ass off.
"Damn bakugou I didn't know you were into that stuff!"
"Shut up extra! I'll kill yo-" cutting him off you got up.
"Are any of them good?" he rolled his eyes and slumped in the floor.
"Why?" again you locked eyes with the blonde and sighed.
" I just finished a show an I need something else to watch, are any of these good?" you repeated yourself as you saw the angry blonde point at one of the mangas
"Tch, this one is good." a devilish smirk spread across his face as you turned around.
That was the saddest one he had in his shelf.
Back to present time, you still haven't answered the phone and it was 1:15 pm
You don't ever sleep this late. Walking back to the dorms he made his way to your room.
Completely forgetting that he smelled like sweat, very faintly tho.
Ax Body Spray that's all I have to say
When he opened the door, there you where lying on your bed, tissues crumbled up in your hands as you stared at your laptop screen.
Sniffles caught his attention, you not even fazed that the door opened.
He ran to you to see what's wrong.
"Hey baby! What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did somethi-" your hand placed on his lips as your glossy eyes stayed in the screen.
"Nishimiya!" the screen echoed across the room as hot tears spilled out of your eyes.
"Y/n!-" you shushed him very quickly as you pulled him on your bed. Your eyes never falling off the screen.
His arms wrap behind you as he looks too.
You gasp as the mc hits a table, his eyes widened as he calls the other girl by her first name.
Suddenly the girl falls, the mc running to save her, catching her by the wrist.
You cry out as you see nishimiya look at mc.
Tears gather in your boyfriend's eyes as he holds you tighter.
After finishing the whole movie, kirishima looks at you with puffy eyes.
"So that's why you were crying? Heh, I see why." you apologize for shushing him and pepper his face with kisses.
Later that day, you see bakugou at dinner and he obviously sees that you've been crying, a large smirk as he sees you walk towards him.
"I hate you." His smirk wideneds and replies,
"Don't go snooping in my shit then."
(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T
Lmao this was originally supposed to have todoroki too but I got lazy sorry (◞‸◟ㆀ).
Anyways have y'all seen euphoria? Well yeah I finished that and it left me in tears 😔🖐.
Un revised so sorry about any spelling errors 😅
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Chronicles of Galar - Chapter 3: A loss & Gain of trust
This chapter is kinda sad at first. As a warning, a minor (and non-canon) character death that hit you hard and you don’t know what to do.. then you meet Leon and everything changes. Your level of friendship increases and he gives you comfort in a way, no other person would ever be able to give you. Comfort!Fluff.
"[Y/n]..", Cynthia's voice was sad and battered and that alerted you directly. Cynthia rarely called, and only when it was important or bad news. Her pitched voice suggested the worst. "I hate to have to say something like that over the phone .. ... Grandmother died .."
Your eyes widened and tears began to run down your cheeks. You had expected all sorts of things, but this news threw you completely off the mark.
"W-what ..? W-How ..? She was very healthy and not yet that old .. ", you mumbled sadly and clutched your smartphone tightly while more tears ran down your face. Professor Carolina, the village elder of Celestic Town and grandmother of Cynthia, was like a mother to you. Carolina had cared for you since the beginning of your trainer career. Since you lived in Sinnoh for several years and lived with her, the two of you cultivated such an intimate and harmonious relationship. Her death news had torn the ground from under your feet.
"She had a heart attack .. Caused by an allergic reaction after she had been exposed to the poison of an aggressive Roserade .. Roserades release a special toxin that has so far remained undiscovered by researchers, as they only eliminate it when they are really feel cornered and have to protect their offspring .. Grandmother had found a nest and wanted to study it from a safe distance, but one of the Roserades has lost its nerve. She fought for survival in the hospital for days, but .. ", Cynthia said and could no longer speak through her own tears .
"For days ...? And you call me NOW ..? Cynthia, I would have left everything and gone to Sinnoh .. "
"I didn't wanted to ruin your adventure in Galar. None of us expected that Grandmother ... would not survive .. The doctors also said at first that she was recovering nicely, but then her condition deteriorated so rapidly .... And then I was just too occupied and sad that I forgot to call you earlier. I am so sorry.."
You felt terrible. Not only because of the loss, but also because you screamed at Cynthia like this for not letting you know sooner. "Don't apologize .. I'm sorry if I sounded harsh .. I .. can't believe it .." you mumbled sadly and wiped your face.
"We all feel that way in Celestia Town.. Believe me .. The .. funeral is next week .. on Wednesday ... Are .. are you coming ..? "
"Of course I'll come .. Cynthia, thanks for everything you've done for me. I'll never forget Carolina .. I'll see you on Wednesday .. I love you, big sister, okay ..? "
"I love you too, little sister .. take good care of yourself."
With these words, Cynthia hung up and you dropped to your knees to completely give in to your emotions. You were crying so loud that your brother and his fiancée ran from the study straight to your room and wanted to know what was going on.
It wasn't long before you felt overwhelmed by the comforting hugs and words of your real family. You gently pushed the two of them away and stood up. "Sorry .. But I would like to be alone for a moment .. I'll go for a walk ..", you said and walked to the door.
"Now..? Do you took a look outside? It's raining cats and dogs. Take an umbrella with you at least. ", Aki said , worried and crossed her arms.
"I don't mind .. It's just water .. I'll .. I'll come back later, okay ..?", You smiled sadly and raised your hand to say goodbye before you just stormed out into the rain. Aki shook her head and collapsed onto the hotel couch. You and them currently stayed in Motostoke.
“I never realized how close the relationship was between her and Professor Carolina. Her death hits her as hard as if a family member had died. ", Aki said quietly.
"She was a family member for her." Mamoru began sadly. “When [Y/n] lived in Sinnoh after our parents started to argue daily, the professor behaved like a mother to her. She raised [Y/n] without hesitation, and became more or less like a little sister to Cynthia. Professor Carolina was the caring mother, our mother couldn't be at that time. So I understand that her death takes [Y/n] with it ... ", he explained.
"Shouldn't we then follow her and be there for her?", Aki insisted. Mamoru shook his head slightly.
"No. She said she wants to be alone. My sister is strong. She won't do anything stupid. Let's give her some time. And when she has recovered, she will come back and then we can still be there for her. ", he smiled confidently.
"If she hasn't caught pneumonia by then.", Aki sighed slightly. Mamoru smiled sadly.
“Then we mustn't blame her. This is what she needs least of all at the moment. "
You ran around aimlessly in the rain for a few minutes until you lost your strength and sat down on a wet bench. Your clothes were soaked and your hair was stuck to your face so that you could barely see anything. But you didn't really care about that at the moment. You pulled back your knees and put your arms around them as you leaned your head on your drawn knees and sobbed softly into them. You couldn't even say goodbye to Carolina .. You wanted to tell her so much, show her so much .. So many things were unsaid .. For example, how grateful you were that she welcomed you so warmly .. How much you appreciated you had learned and how much you  loved to bake Christmas cookies with her one last time .. that was all over now. That thought just didn't go into your head.
Minutes passed. The minutes turned into hours and the rain just wouldn't stop. It was like the heaven cried for her too. Not that it helped in any way, because your own tears just wouldn't stop. At some point you could only hear the rain, but the droplets didn't seem to hit you anymore.
'Have my senses become so numb that I can no longer feel the rain on me ..?' You thought bitterly and then looked up. You blinked perplexed when a red cape was stretched over you. You saw Leon, who was holding his big cape over him and you and protecting both of you from the rain.
"You didn't choose a good day to sit out here." Leon laughed slightly until he saw that it wasn't just rainwater that had moistened your face. Your gloomy eyes made his smile fade and he held the cape over you more generously. "Did you .. cry ..?" He asked quietly. Normally you would have been happy to meet him here, but under the current circumstances, you couldn't utter a single word. Instead, you bit your lip to hold back more tears. Unsuccessful as it seemed, because more tears ran down your cheeks again and made you sob softly in response.
Leon seemed a little overwhelmed. How should he behave now? Nobody has ever cried in front of them, especially not a woman. The purple-haired man looked around for help until he noticed that his hotel was not far from here. "You don't have to speak right now, but we should get dry first, don't you think so?" He smiled and you nodded slightly when you got up. Then, under the protection of his cape, you ran to the hotel. As he entered, Leon called the receptionist to bring fresh clothes and a towel to his room. And a hot tea. You two went to an elevator and drove to the floor where his room was.
Once there, Leon took the towel and rubbed your hair dry. Then there was a knock on the door and the room service had brought a sleeping gown that you could slip into for the time being. Leon gratefully accepted the  gown and handed it to you.
“I'm going to have a look after the tea. So you can change in peace. ", He smiled and patted your head lightly before he got up and left the room. You looked after him slightly. The tears finally stopped, but you still felt miserable. Although another emotion was budded in your heart. A warm, pleasant feeling.. You were glad that someone was looking after you at the moment .. and he was so thoughtful.
A few minutes passed before there was a knock on the door. "It's me," Leon called. "Can I come in?" He asked, not wanting to burst in while you were changing. You thanked him very much for his courteous manner.
"Y-yes. I've already finished dressing. ", You said a little broken. The door opened and Leon held a small tray with the tea on it. He saw you on the hotel bed. The towel around your shoulders and in the hotel's white night gown. He smiled a little, because you didn't seem so exhausted anymore. After placing the tray on the bedside table, he sat down next to you.
"How are you?" He asked.
"Terrible .." you replied quietly. "But better than before," you added after seeing Leon a little worried.
"Would you like to talk now about what happened?" He asked further, looking at you.
"... The woman who practically raised me ... and was like a mother to me ... died." You wiped away the new tears and sobbed softly. "She was such a wonderful person .. Why did she have to die so early .."
Leon was silent for a moment and then looked sadly at the floor. His hands clenched into a fist and he didn't even know how to react.
"Professor Carolina ..?" Leon didn't even had to guess, since he already knew a lot about your past. You nodded sadly and Leon's face grew sadder. "I'm really sorry about that .. My deepest condolences .." he said sadly.
"Thanks ..", you mumbled and hugged yourself, trying to find some warmth.
"If I can do anything for you .. Tell me.", He offered you and you looked next to you. You swallowed lightly and sighed.
"Can you .. just hug me ..?" You asked softly. Leon blinked slightly. Although you had met a few times, both of you hardly had any physical contact so far. Except for a short, half-hearted hug as a greeting. This time it was different.
"Of course," he replied immediately and put his arms around your trembling body to pull you close. You buried your face right in his jersey and wrapped your arms around his stomach.
"Thank you ..", you whispered softly and muffled when you felt how he caressed your back soothingly.
"Don't mention it." he said and hugged you to give you the greatest possible comfort. You and Leon lingered in that embrace in silence. Your sobs grew quieter and your breathing became calmer. At some point the purple-haired man noticed that your eyes were closed. You must have fallen asleep. Leon smiled a little and laid you on the bed properly before covering you and caressing your cheek. Then he looked at his smartphone, which was about to remind him of an appointment. He got up and wanted to go when he noticed how you grabbed his hand and prevented him from going. "[Y/n] ..?"
"Please don't go now .. I .. don't want to .. be .. alone ..", you stuttered with half-open eyes. Your [e/c] irises shone from all the weeping and Leon looked at you desperately. He thought about his appointment and sighed. Then he put his other hand on top of yours and smiled.
"Alright. I'll stay with you. ", He said and sat down on the bed again. You smiled gratefully and pressed his hand to your cheek.
"Thank you ...", you mumbled softly and then held up your other hand, asking that he lay down next to you. Leon smiled and lay down next to you to pull you into his arms and hug you. You both looked at each other for a while before closing your eyes and falling asleep.
On the next morning, Leon's voice woke you up. He didn't sounded angry, but a little louder than usual. And he seemed to be talking to someone. You opened your eyes and blinked when you saw Leon pacing up and down the room.
“I told you Oleana. I couldn't meet with President Rose on this appointment because there was an emergency. ... a private emergency. No, it didn't concern me personally, but ... ... Now please listen to me. ", Leon sighed and rubbed his face in annoyance. You just couldn't talk sensibly to this woman. “Of course, I am aware of the consequences if I fail to keep important appointments for no good reason. But the reason was important to me. And I don't care if you see it any other way. … Yes, then tell President Rose that we will postpone the appointment until next week. ”He hung up and sighed deeply again. "I wouldn't want to work with this woman .." he mumbled quietly and turned around. He saw that you were awake and looked at him in shock. "Oh..“
"You had an appointment with President Rose yesterday ...?" You asked and Leon averted his gaze guiltily. "Why did not you say anything..? I wouldn't have held you here if I had known that you had an important appointment .. ", You said ashamed and straightened up.
"You needed someone.", Was his only answer when he looked at you again. His words only made you more shocked.
"You had put my well-being over your appointments ..?", You asked incredulously and put your hand over your mouth. Leon smiled and walked towards you when he put his big hand over your head.
"Of course. I can always make up or postpone appointments. But you cannot control your feelings. That's why .. it was more important to me to be there for you than to give Rose another stupid interview about why I'm the unbeatable champion. ", He said with a charming smile.
You felt like you were about to start crying again. This time, however, not from grief. The warmth of this man simply took in every fiber of your body and you literally threw yourself into his arms after these words. Leon blinked in astonishment before putting his arms around you and hugging you again as you buried your nose in his neck.
"I-I'm sorry, only because of me...Because of me your schedule got messed up .. I'll make it up to you, I promise," You said quietly. Leon laughed softly before pulling away a little and caressing your cheek.
“If you want to make it up, then .. I know of a small, cozy ice cream parlor. That serves the BEST Alcremie sundae in Galar. How does that sound? ”He asked and winked. You smiled and your grief was almost forgotten for that moment.
"Sounds good."
Since that day the friendship of you had reached a new, more intimate level.
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moirastuff · 3 years
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Hiii do you still take requests? If that's the case, could I ask for an Revali x reader where Revali was mean all the years to reader, but now they have to dance together on a festival because Revali's old dance partner broke her leg? (And the chief from the Ornis sad that revali have to dance with reader?) Thank you for reading ^^
The return of tsundere birb?????
I want tsundere birb.
Sorry if this took time, I was going back to my Otaku phase and I watched all Attack on Titan. Ngl, it's pretty cool and I believe in Mikasa and Levi supremacy. I'm not lying
Also, my teachers really said: don't let her rest, because I just had work after work every fucking day, but writing these was kinda refreshing.
I put a little bit of angst in this one, sorry~
I hope you like it ✨
Reader replacing Revali's old dance partner
I still have problem naming this hcs, help me please
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Another appointed knight of Zelda, Revali can't treat you the same as Link.
But he can actually, he doesn't treat you any different, except he doesn't insult you... That much.
If he doesn't like you, well, you neither.
You, nearly, respect him.
But you still are in a clearly inferior position then Revali.
So you don't have another choice to respect him.
He teases you every day.
Making you angry makes him kinda happy.
He thinks you look funny when you're angry.
He doesn't take you seriously 99% of the time.
Basically, Link and you must go for, kinda, the same treatment.
The worst part for you is that you past for this for literally years, since your parents were travellers, you visit a lot of places, and you lived near of the Rito village.
So, you had to see Revali's face for a long time.
Something amazing is that everyone thinks you are close to him.
Y'all got it wrong.
Couldn't be more different.
At first you did wanted to be friends, but he treated you kinda like a joke.
Going back to the present.
Revali still treats you like a joke
But now that just makes you annoyed so you keep your distance from him.
You can't do much when you, literally, are with Zelda all the time and she's always working with the Champion's.
A festival is coming to Rito Village, the elder invites all the Champions, including you.
You weren't sure to go, but even if you didn't want to, you had to, because if Zelda is there, you'll go.
You already went to that festival, it was colorful, vivid and had a great sense of home.
But when Revali was there, all of that fun go away, you may have left the festival on the moment he appeared.
You helped with the decorations, you lived almost all your life there, so you weren't a stranger to them.
Revali, surprisingly, took part of the preparations, he did loved his people.
Every Champion helped with the preparations.
Zelda was excited, she tried to hide it though, Link was... Happy? He didn't care that much, he seemed happy for Zelda.
Urbosa was interested, she had never go to one, Daruk was as much excited as Zelda, he's just always happy to be part of the celebration, Mipha was also interested in the festival, maybe she can buy some gift for Link.
Revali explained to them what they do in the festival, some archery games, for starters and professionals, a lot of traditional food and a music.
You talked with Link if he wanted to try the archery games, he agreed.
Revali just entered the conversation out of nowhere.
“Oh you want to participate on the archery competition? Be aware that I always participate and everytime I end on first place, there's no use on trying” I think I got carried with it
“Whatever you say big cucco, let's go Link, I haven't seen Zelda for a while after she went with the Rito children”
What he said to you... Kinda hurt.
You tried not think much about it.
At the day of the festival, you were always with Zelda y Link, the Champions sometimes followed but the go to something else.
Daruk and Mipha was with some kids, playing with them, Sidon was also invited so he stayed with her all the time.
Urbosa and Impa were looking everywhere, they liked the decorations.
Revali was showing off in the competitions, nothing new.
Zelda asked what you and Link wanted to do.
“Well, we were thinking about participating on one of those archery competitions but, princess, you are our priority”
“May you please forget that? Just for today, have fun, you can take this as you training time”
Link was surprised and conflicted, so do you.
“Are you sure princess?”
“Of course! I'll watch and cheer for you two, I'll tell the others, wait here” and she stormed off.
“Wait! princess- And she's gone... I think we should prepare” and Link just nodded.
Zelda returned with all the Champions, Sidon and Impa, except Revali.
They all go to the competition place, Link and you registered.
I like to think that the reader used something like the stealth mask, just because.
“Come to lose? I'm not blaming you, it's cute you want to try”
You tried to ignore him.
The competition was rather simple, you had to hit the target on the center of it and you gained points, some of the target were only available while flying, some other target's were constantly moving, other were so far away that you couldn't even see the center.
The competition was hard-fought, the three of you were almost tied, but in the final, Revali won.
“Very well... What a pleasant surprise, I could never imagine me losing to any of you two, after all, I'll be always the number one”
Now, that hurt.
Link was, as always, unbothered, but you were... Sad and really mad.
I don't think losing was the reason.
I think I making him really mean
You and Link got back with Zelda, the others noticed you were feeling down, Zelda tried to cheer you up.
“What if we go to see more of the festival? I know there's gonna be thing's you like” you appreciate her attempt's
Y'all continue walking through the festival until they announce a special dance is about to start, you and the others go to see.
You see Revali there and your mood immediately change to chill to about to go feral.
Zelda go where he was, Revali ease up when he sees her, it's the princess after all.
“Something's wrong Revali?”
“Of course not, just thing's aren't going as expected”
“What happened?”
“You are aware of the dance isn't? Well my dance partner broke their leg and nobody knows the dance except me and them”
Well... You knew the dance, you had see it since kid, but there's NO way you're gonna save his ass from embarrassment.
“Actually, I think there is someone” Urbosa stepped in the conversation.
“Really? Who?”
“Is someone you were disrespectful with no reason whatsoever, maybe if you start treating them with the respect everyone deserves and truly apologize, they might help you”
Revali got the hint immediately... And you knew.
Now, this is the moment you'd been waiting, let's see how long can he go to be honest and respect you truthfully.
Urbosa just smiled knowing that he didn't have any choice, is that or announcing he failed, and Revali hated that.
“Tsk... Fine, if it goes wrong, it's all your fault”
“You sure? Why mine and not the one who was disrespectful from the start?”
And that's how you attack the ego of a Rito.
Revali started walking towards you, he seem kinda awkward and upset.
“Not a step closer Rito champion, I know what you came for.... I have a question”
“What now?”
“You are really sorry or you just want to save yourself?”
Revali stayed silent some minutes, he wanted to say something but it didn't came out of his mouth.
“I thought so... If you're not really sorry, then don't even bother, also, you have to apologize truthfully with Link”
What? I wanted that too
“Wait.. I'm actually sorry...”
“And...?”
“It's just, I'm not used to this, I'm not use to have friends, alright? And you at the start really wanted to be one of them, and I panicked, I didn't knew how to react”
“Alright... You're leaving someone”
“Yes I know, I'm sorry Link for what I have tell you, you're... Not that bad...”
You looked at Link and he just smiled a little and nodded.
“Good try cucco, alright, I'll help you with this dance”
“You'll have to change clothing”
“...What?”
After a quick change to Rito clothing, you and Revali positioned on their places.
When the dance started, the elder was surprised, he'll have preferred a Rito partner.
But let me tell you, none of you care about it.
Revali had really smooth moves and you were light on your feet.
You finally had some fun with him.
When the dance finished, everyone started cheering and clapping, the dance was perfect!
You two went to the champion's, everyone was happy.
“What a show you two did!”
“Thanks your highness, I wasn't aware the cucco was able to dance”
“Are you kidding me? I'm better than you, obviously”
“What improvement you did”
You weren't his friend yet, but things were looking well.
“I gonna regret this... But you actually look pretty on Rito clothing”
Now, that was unexpected.
Every single one of the champions just stared at Revali completely confused.
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realcube · 3 years
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sleepy haikyuu headcanons 💤
pairings: nishinoya x reader, tendō x reader, kageyama x reader
tw// swearing, violence(?), she//her reader, angst, overthinking, fluff 
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Yū Nishinoya
midnight pillow fights with Noya 💓
i could leave at that but i shall elaborate 
whenever you sleepover at his house (or vice versa), every time y’all say that you are gonna pull an all-nighter and have chaotic fun
but it never works because being chaotic requires a lot of energy, so you both end up falling asleep at like 2AM-ish 🥱
the closest that y’all have gotten to an all-nighter is 5AM
anyway, it’s not a tradition - more like something that just ends up happening every time Noya is over, perhaps a curse lol
but at some time of night, you’ll say something to irk Noya and he’ll throw/hit you with a pillow 
not to intentionally start shit but just as playful ‘shut up’ sorta thing
but something about the sharp impact of the pillow just pisses you off and you instinctively launch a pillow right back at him and it’s always a bit harder than you meant for it to be  
thus, a pillow fight ensues  
Noya had always envisioned a pillow fight with a female as a playful, sensual experience 
but there was absolutely nothing playful or sensual about the way you powerbombed him and then proceeded to suffocate him with your pillow 
you would both be feistily beating each other with the pillow, the room filling with your battle cries and screams ╰(‵□′)╯
and this would only end once both of your harsh, quick hits turned sloppy and tired 
eventually, you’d both just drop unconscious during the fight and wake up in the weirdest positions 
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Satori Tendō
he is the self-certified ‘worst cuddler’ (ಥ _ ಥ)
not only is he extremely sensitive to temperature, he’s also filled with too much energy to just stay in the same position with you for god knows how long 
it’s not that he didn’t like to cuddle, though. 🥺 i mean, nothing made him feel more safe than you in his arms but he was just unable to stop himself from getting restless when he did it for too long 
but there were some nights that he wasn’t as fidgety, though
most of the time, it was after a big volleyball game or a hard day at practise and he was absolutely exhausted (_ _)。゜zzZ
he’d literally just detours to your house to catch up like he usually does but his demeanour clearly isn’t the same when he’s worn out so you invite him in for a few minutes and he’d gladly (and gratefully) accepts 
he’d just flop down on the couch beside you, his arms just automatically finding your waist and thoughtlessly pulling you against his chest as he laid back, staring at the ceiling
he found himself muttering random things about his day when you asked him, but nothing he said seemed to be in chronological order - unless he brushed his teeth during volleyball practise, which - now that you think about it - doesn’t sound too out of character for him.
his hand found it’s way into your hair and started caressing your scalp, slowly drifting off as the little tune you hummed into his shoulder sent relaxing vibration throughout his body ( ̄o ̄) . z Z
and this wasn’t a one-time thing either, whenever he comes to your house drained from practise, a similar chain of events always end up happening 
the only difference being that sometimes it was in your bed rather than on the couch 
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Tobio Kageyama 
i feel like bb has nightmares, like frequently 🥺
i mean, if i was him i’d have nightmares too; he has so much important shit riding on his performance - it’s a miracle that this man can even sleep with how much stress he must be under 
like, he’s kinda failing school/ he doesn’t have the best grades and if he doesn’t do well on tests then his opportunity to go to camps and train volleyball could be taken 
speaking of volleyball, he probably is so stressed from being a part of a team and having people rely on him - not the mention that he clearly isn’t very good at processing his feelings considering that he expresses most negative emotion he feels towards Hinata in the form of anger   
then there is the pressure of keeping his relationships and not naturally distancing himself from the people he loves
like you, for example
he goes to bed with all these horrible thoughts in his head and whenever he tries to think positive, it  always backfires
he’ll be like ‘i’m the worst person to be around, it’s clear nobody likes me.’
then he kinda shakes it off like, ‘wait, no. don’t think that. i know that (Y/N) loves me and i love her back.’
but his mind never leaves him alone, ‘am i even sure she loves me? i mean, i act so stand-offish towards her - yeah, she probably barely tolerates me. and she was talking about hinata’s spike yesterday, she’s probably going to dump me for him.’
it was a heart-wrenching thought but what could kageyama do? 
for now, he’d just lie down beside you on your bed as you scrolled away on your phone, completely unaware that he just mentally rehearsed how he was going to react when you broke up with him
“goodnight, kags. love you.” you hummed, turning around to place a kiss on his cheeks like you always do when he sleeps over
kageyama nodded, trying to act cool and collected despite the fact he was internally nervous as hell, “night, (y/n).” he paused, trying his best to lift the corners of his lips into a kind - rather than intimidating - smile, “love you too.”
‘look, i called her by her first name - i’m so romantic.’ that was probably the nicest thing he’s thought to himself all day
with that, you both try to get some rest 
aaaannnndddddd cue the part when he wakes up in a cold sweat, shivering slightly as he looks over to you with wide eyes to reassure himself that your not gone 
his heavy breathing alerts you that he is awake so you pry one eye open to look at him, “not again, tobio.” you said wearily, forcing yourself to sit up and attempt to wrap him in a hug but he just jerked away from your touch
you sighed, “what happened?”
kageyama blinked rapidly, darting his gaze around the room before it finally landed back on you
“i- the walls- and you were almost d-” he began coughing, resulting in you immediately reaching over to your nightstand and handing him the bottle of water you had lying there
he took a few gulps before letting out a refreshed ‘ah’, his stare glued to your lips the whole time
eventually, he was able to grumble “it was nothing.” (⊙_⊙;)
upon hearing his evidently fake answer, you shoved out your bottom lip and whined, “shut up, tobio. i was obviously something; why won’t you tell me?”
“because it was nothing.” he said without missing a beat, then he proceeded to lay down so he could fall back asleep - as if this time it’d go better for him
“Kageyama!” you barked, resulting his eyes jolting back open, “You always have nightmares at my house; I’m starting to wonder if you’re scared of me or something.” 
kageyama shook his head before nonchalantly responding, “it’s the cherry blossom air freshener - maybe use vanilla or something next time.” he joked, unable to resist a smile as you playfully punched his shoulder.
you sighed, clearly not going to get an answer out of like every other time you’ve tired, so you just decided to  try fall back asleep and try reclaim the little bit of sanity you had left
“(y/n).” kageyama grumbled, wanting to make it seem like he was half-asleep but he was far from it as he pulse was still going crazy as that nightmare shook his to the core. “are you going to dump me? because if you are, now would be a good time.” 
he spoke, praying to every deity he could think of that you wouldn’t say yes - but if you did, now would be a good time as he could storm out and since it was dark outside, the streets would be deserted meaning that nobody would be there to witness the tears streaming down his cheeks as he sprinted through the night 
you rolled your eyes, “is that what this is about?” you didn’t mean for it to come off so harsh as you actually felt a great amount of sympathy for kageyama but just unable to express it in the way you desired
“stop crying.” you hissed, making kageyama quirk an eyebrow.
“I’m not crying-” he replied until suddenly, he realised that your comment was directed at yourself as you hastily buried your head into his chest and he felt something soak through the fabric of his shirt. 
“I’m not going to break up with you kageyama, you stupid moron idiot!” you snapped against his shirt.
don’t ask why that nickname made kageyama’s heart flutter
“get those crazy ideas out of your head or i’ll have to take them out for you 🔪--” you could barely even finish your sentence before both you and kageyama burst out laughing
it was probably just the ambience of being cozy under a blanket with each other in a freezing cold room that reeked of cherry blossom but some how you both some how fell even harder for one another
although what you said wasn’t the most moving or motivating, your intention was clear and from then on, kageyama was a lot more upfront with you💕 
he’d tell you if he ever felt uncomfortable or if he was ever worried and you’d either make him feel better or make him laugh and then insist that he goes to talk to suga or daichi
also after that night, (and once you ditched the air freshener and started burning vanilla essence) he only had ‘sweet dreams’ whenever he stayed over at yours 
(or at least that is what he said whenever you asked him. in reality, his dreams were about volleyball and tsukishima chasing him through the mall on a velociraptor but whatever, it was a step up from the nightmares anyway. 🏃‍♂️ 🦖 )
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puckinghell · 4 years
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All Over You | Elias Pettersson
Summary: Elias had his chance with you, and he messed it up. But the idea that you might be over him? That’s more than he can handle.  Words: 3.8k Note: I wrote this in a drunken haze of sleep deprived creativity brought on by a country song. Please ignore any errors, I couldn’t be bothered to proofread. 
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Elias’ eyes are following you across the room. 
The beer in his hands is still full and lukewarm, by now. He hadn’t really even wanted it, but Brock had pressed it into his hands.
“Get that scowl off your face, bud,” he’d grinned, and then scurried off. Maybe he’d noticed that his typical, happy go lucky Brock demeanor was too much for Elias to deal with tonight. 
This bar, the bar that his teammates dragged him to, is the same place you and him used to go all the time. He likes the lowkey vibe, the fact that there rarely seemed to be any hockey fans there - or at least none that would disturb him - and you like the music that gets played there and the fact that they have your favorite cider brand. 
You were never much of a beer fan, and Elias watches with heavy eyes as you take a sip of your cider, now, and laugh at something the guy says. 
Something ugly curls in the pit of his stomach.
The thing is, Elias knows he has no right to be jealous right now, but as he watches you laugh and talk to this random guy, jealousy is definitely what he’s feeling. 
He spotted you the moment he walked in. You were already at the bar, and Elias made sure to stick himself in a corner, not going anywhere near you.
He thinks it worked; it doesn’t seem like you’ve seen him, yet, and he’s planning on keeping it that way. 
He lost the right to your attention. 
It’s Bo, unsurprisingly, that sits down next to Elias. He puts a glass of coke on the table. 
“Go home,” he says softly. There’s a tinge of worry in his voice, and Elias hates it, because he knows he doesn’t deserve to be worried about. But Bo has grown into his captain role beautifully, so Elias should’ve expected him to notice. 
“I’m fine here,” he says, but his voice sounds flat. He tries again. “It’s just, you know...”
“Y/N is here,” Bo finishes for him. “And you don’t want her to see you.” Elias supposes he’s easier to read than he thought. That, or Bo knows him better than he thought.
“I don’t want to see her, with him, either.” Elias grits his teeth. It’s not the kind of truth he would normally blurt out like that; normally it’s only Brock and Quinn that he confides in like that.
Brock because he makes everything seem less catastrophic with his everlasting optimism and his easy grin, and Quinn because he usually doesn’t really say anything at all, except maybe “sucks, bro” and sometimes that’s nice to hear, because some things really do suck. 
But Bo is here, and Elias is not in the best place, so the words just kinda tumble out. 
“It’s funny, how these things happen,” he says. “Joke’s on me, I guess.”
“Nobody is laughing, Petey.” Bo gives him a sympathetic look. “You look like you want to punch something, and it’s scaring Tuna.”
Elias dares to look away from your figure, for one second, to find Jake. Jake is staring back at him with big eyes, but averts his gaze when Elias catches him looking.
He sighs. “I don’t hate her, you know.” 
“I didn’t think you did.” Bo’s statement is bland but full of all the things he’s not saying. Elias has a distinct feeling Bo knows exactly what Elias hates.
Hates that he’s basically a stranger to you, now, that he can’t go up to you and wrap his arms around your waist, that he can’t say something to make you laugh. He hates that you’re dancing with him, with that guy, and not with Elias. 
He never liked dancing, but he usually let you drag him along anyway, just to see the way your face would light up when he did. 
“You could go over there,” Bo tries, carefully. “Say hi.” 
I wouldn’t survive the look of disdain in her eyes, is what Elias thinks. 
“I don’t wanna make it weird for her,” is what he says. 
“Why would it be weird?” 
Elias laughs, but it’s bitter, with not even a hint of humor in his eyes. He takes a swig of the coke, then slams it down on the table hard enough that a little bit slushes over the edge. The bubbles pop once they hit the wood. 
“Because I might say something I regret.” 
“Like?” Bo prompts.
Like I miss you. I’m sorry. I wish I’d never left. 
“I’m gonna go home,” Elias says, and he doesn’t wait to see the look of pity on Bo’s face before storming out of the bar and ordering an Uber.
He also doesn’t see you watching him leave.
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6 weeks earlier, you’d been sitting on a chair on Elias’ balcony, a blanket over your legs and a glass of wine in your hands.
It was late enough at night that the streets of Vancouver had gone quiet, and Elias’ eyes were half closed as he leaned his head against the wall.
It was peaceful, everything about it. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; you’d just spent the night with Jake and his girlfriend, so you both needed some quiet. 
It wasn’t warm, per se, not this time of year, but you always loved the fresh air and it wasn’t too cold either. 
Elias’ cheeks were red from the fresh outside air, and he seemed perfectly content, like that.
It wasn’t the first time you looked at your best friend a different way, but you couldn’t remember it ever being this intense before. Like, you looked at him sometimes and thought; wow, he’s really hot, or, wow, he always makes me laugh, or even wow, I want to kiss him right now.
But up until that night, you’d never thought: wow, I love him. 
Strangely enough, the thought didn’t scare you as much as it, in hindsight, definitely should’ve. Maybe because you’d known Elias for almost a year, and you liked to believe you knew him quite well.
There had been moments, you thought, where you could’ve sworn he felt it too. That undeniable, invisible cord between you, pulling you towards each other. The way the air got charged with something, when your eyes met. 
It sounded cliche, you knew that, but in some ways you thought you’d always known it would end up like this. 
Which is why it was such a shock that it ended the way it did.
You can barely remember, now, how exactly it happened. You think your mind blocked out the memory, somewhere between crying your eyes out into your pillow and crying your eyes out on the phone to your sister. Some kind of protective mechanism, probably.
You remember something, though. You don’t think you’re ever going to be able to forget the look on Elias’ face, when you told him you loved him as more than a friend. 
No neurologic protective power big enough in the world to get that memory out of your mind.
He’d looked... Shocked, kinda. Like he’d never thought of you that way. But there had been something else there. Something that hit you way harder, hurt so much more. 
Disbelief.
How could you dare to love him. 
Not to get you wrong; you know Elias isn’t arrogant. He doesn’t think he’s the Canucks’ savior, he doesn’t belief he’s better than anyone. You’ve not been able to put your finger on why he looked like that, although not for lack of trying - you’ve lost nights and nights of sleep over it, but still, you don’t understand.
He looked shocked, upset, and he looked unhappy.
And that’s something you don’t think you’re ever going to get over. 
He left, after that, ran away from the balcony like the devil himself was chasing him, hid in his bedroom, and then you never heard from him again.
No texts, no calls, no house visits. Not even an Instagram DM saying, “hey there, it was fun to be friends until you decided to be a creep, see ya never".
Nothing. 
And you’d been too ashamed to reach out, so that meant there had just been silence. 
Before this, you never thought silence could be quite this loud. 
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Elias can’t sleep.
That shouldn’t be surprising, after tonight. His body is still reeled up with adrenaline.
He would never fight the guy you were with, cause he could see that he made you happy, and there’s not a scenario in which he would choose to ruin that for you.
But God, would he have loved to just. Do something. Make him disappear, and preferably, put his own body in that place.
The place of the guy that makes you happy. 
Tonight just really drove the point home that you’re over him. Elias had his chance, messed it up, and you moved on. He can’t blame you for that, he just wishes he could do the same.
He doesn’t think he’s ever going to be over you. 
The thing is, when you told Elias you loved him, he was mostly just in shock. You’d been one of his closest friends, and he would trust you with his life. He told you everything and he knew you did the same.
He knew he loved making you laugh, he loved being there for you when you needed something, he loved talking to you so much he stayed up all night even after a game, he loved seeing you in his jersey, he loved...
He loved being around you. 
He just hadn’t really noticed he had started to love you. 
When you said it, he hadn’t known what to say. A thousand words had entered his brain and then left within a split second. None of them seemed to make it to his mouth; not in English, not in Swedish, not in any language. 
He remembers the way your face fell, and you turned your gaze to the ground. How you’d looked so uncomfortable, so upset. 
He thought the best thing to do would be to leave, until he got himself together enough to speak to you, to make actual words and force them out of his throat. 
He hid in his bedroom, paced around in circles for ten minutes; all that time, it was like he was looking through a kaleidoscope of memories, of you and him.
He knew, when he left that room, that he loved you too, and he was planning on telling you that.
But you were gone.
He didn’t know, and doesn’t know, still, whether you left because he reacted like a jerk and didn’t say anything, or because you changed your mind. 
He waited, for you to call, or text him. To call him out or to act like nothing ever happened. 
You didn’t call.
And he didn’t call, either, figured it wasn’t welcome. Still wasn’t even really sure what to say, maybe. He didn’t call, but every time he didn’t, he almost did, and now he’s sitting on his couch staring at his phone and wondering if that guy that made you smile and laugh in the bar calls you every day.
He feels sick to his stomach, and he didn’t even drink anything.
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At 3am at night, Elias really isn’t expecting a knock on his door, but when there is one, he figures it’s Brock, or Jake, maybe even Quinn, who got drunk and got lost.
It wouldn’t be the first time Brock showed up at his door drunk because he was lonely and wanted to cuddle. 
At 3am at night - and really any time - Elias would not expect a knock on his door and upon opening it, to be faced with you. 
“How dare you,” you snarl, pushing past him without giving him a chance to say anything. 
Elias raises an eyebrow; he would ask you what you’re doing here, but that feels too normal; like the type of thing he would ask before you were no longer friends.
“I saw you, you know,” you continue. You’re not yelling, but it’s a close thing; Elias hears the anger in your voice, can’t quite decide whether he’s happy you’re talking to him or unhappy because you’re looking at him the same way one might look at a dead snail. 
“Saw me?” he repeats, a little dumbly.
“At the bar, Elias!” You step away from him, throw your hands up in the air. “I fucking saw you at the bar! And if I hadn’t seen you, I would’ve seen all of your other teammates! 10 hockey players don’t walk into a bar unnoticed, you idiot. So what am I supposed to do?” 
A silence falls, like you’re actually expecting Elias to answer that. 
He would, he would do anything you wanted him to, but he has no idea what you’re wanting to hear.
“What are you doing with what?” he tries, carefully.
You laugh, but it’s clear that you don’t find anything funny. “What am I supposed to do when we see each other in public? Am I ignoring you? Saying hi and moving on? Running away?” You pause. “Or is running away something only you are allowed to do?” 
“That’s not fair,” Elias says, a little quietly. It probably is fair, but it still stings. “I left to make it better for you. I didn’t want to ruin your night. Besides,” he adds, and now he sounds a little resentful, “you were all over that guy, and I didn’t wanna watch.” 
“All over that guy?” you repeat incredulous. “I wasn’t all over anything, Elias, I’m not even over you!” 
The words that Elias was meaning to say die on his lips, and suddenly there’s a distinct ringing sound in his ears, like he just took a puck to the head. 
Did you just say...
“All over... me?” he says softly, and something in your demeanor shifts at the quietness of his voice; the tension leaves your body and all your willingness to fight is just gone, sucked out of you like someone switched a light switch.
You sink down onto his couch and put your head in your hands.
“Fuck,” you breathe out. “I didn’t come here to say that.” 
I’m not usually this pathetic, is what you mean, but you don’t say that, because the truth is, you usually are this pathetic, at least when it comes to Elias. 
“What did you come here for?” Elias asks. The words could sound harsh, but they don’t. It’s only genuine curiosity that you hear in his voice.
Maybe, if you were being honest to yourself, you would even hear something like hope. But you wouldn’t dare believe that. 
“I don’t even know,” you tell him, and it’s the truth. “I just, my friend took me to that bar because she said I had to get over you at some point, and that guy was kinda nice and he reminded me of you because he has the same dry humor, and then I saw you and I thought...” You pause. “I thought I was dreaming.” 
You feel the couch dip under Elias’ weight as he sits down. He’s not sitting close enough that you can feel him, but somehow you can still feel his presence.
Something settles, within your stomach. Something that hasn’t been settled since that night on his balcony.
“But then you ran away like you couldn’t stand the sight of me, and it hurts, Elias, it hurts to know you feel like that, and suddenly I got so mad and...”
You cut yourself off. 
This is not the time, or the place, to put yourself through this, to lay it all out in the open like this. After all, Elias has made it clear he doesn’t want this from you, and you should accept that.
If you want even an ounce of dignity intact, you need to leave now, lick your wounds in peace, and get the fuck over it.
All over it. 
You stand up.
“Nevermind,” you tell him. “I’m sorry for coming here.” 
But before you can take a step towards the front door, to leave and never come back, Elias’ hand catches your wrist, slender fingers wrapped around you so tightly it nearly hurts.
It doesn’t, really. Not in comparison to how much your soul is hurting. 
“Elias,” you say, and you’re pleading, now, “please don’t.” 
It’s not a full sentence, but you think it covers the bases: please don’t make me say it, please don’t let me embarrass myself like this, please don’t break my heart again. 
Please don’t let me go.
“I’m sorry,” Elias says, and his voice is a little gruff, like it’s hard for him to speak. “I’m so sorry I left. Today, and last time. I know I don’t deserve it, but please... don’t leave.” 
You inhale sharply; these are words you hoped, but never expected to hear, and now that you’re hearing them, you don’t really know what to do with them. 
“Let me just say some things,” Elias continues, soft and careful, like he’s trying not to spook you. “Just sit, listen to me, and then if you want, you can leave and I’ll never bother you again.”
That’s, like, kinda the opposite of what you want, but you suppose you never really had a chance. Because you look back at Elias and his blue eyes are honest and pleading, so you nod curtly and sit back down on the couch.
You sit on the opposite end to Elias, and his hand falls away from your wrist, ends up on his own knee. 
Elias is looking at you intently, his blue eyes bright and focused. Under his gaze, it seems a little harder to breathe. 
You don’t know what you’re expecting him to say, but it’s not what comes out of his mouth next.
“You’re my best friend.” 
His voice is quiet, but firm. 
You frown. “Brock is your best friend.” 
Elias smiles a little sadly. He twists the string of his hoodie around his finger, then lets it fall again. 
It’s a sure tell that he’s nervous, which really sucks to notice, because you don’t think Elias has ever been nervous around you before.
“Maybe,” he says, “but so are you. In a different way, I think.” He pauses. “I didn’t realize that before. That it’s different with you.” 
“Elias, you’re not making a lot of sense right now,” you tell him, confused, and the sigh that escapes his lips is heavy. 
“I know,” he says, frustration lacing his voice, “I’m not good at talking. I don’t know... what to say, how to say. That’s why I didn’t say anything, that night.”
He doesn’t have to explain which night he’s talking about. 
You feel your cheeks flush at the mention of that night, and avert your gaze to stare at your hands, that are linked together laying limply in your lap. 
“Y/N,” Elias says softly, and there’s something vulnerable in his voice, “our friendship is different because yes, you’re one of my best friends, but that isn’t all I feel for you.” 
You risk it; you look up at him, and his eyes are big and sad when they lock with yours. 
“I didn’t realize it, when you said...” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but he doesn’t have to. You know what he means. “I didn’t realize it until I thought about it and suddenly it all made so much sense, it was all so clear... But then I came out and you were gone and I worried you changed your mind.” 
He inhales, then very slowly, oh so carefully, reaches out and puts one hand on yours, his hand warm and soft. 
You don’t really know what to say; you think Elias is trying to tell you he has feelings for you too, but after last time, you’re too scared to make any assumptions without him literally spelling it out for you. 
There’s something circling in your mind, one thought that means nothing else really matters.
“You left.” 
The silence is almost deafening, but you don’t fill it. You can see the wheels turning in Elias’ head, can see the shame on his face. 
“I’m really, really sorry,” he says, finally. “I think I freaked out. Like I said, I didn’t really realize what we had... Until I didn’t have you any more.” He sighs again. His fingers have tightened around yours, but you don’t know if he means to do it, or if it’s something subconscious, trying to keep you close to him. 
“These past weeks have really sucked,” he continues. “I thought you were over me, and I didn’t know what to do.” He smiles a bit wryly. “Words are not my strong point.” 
Your heart is beating in your chest, so loudly you can almost feel it in your ears. You think if Elias is quiet for a while, he might be able to hear it, too. 
There’s really no way you could misinterpret this, probably. But you’re not gonna be the one to make the first move.
That didn’t work out so well for you last time. 
Instead, you ask; “Show me?” 
Something flashes across Elias’ face, something heated and determined, and then suddenly he’s close enough that you can feel his body heat radiating off him. 
His lips are soft at first, almost hesitant, but when he notices you’re not pulling away, Elias’ kisses you more intently, swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and moves his hands to your hips, tugging softly.
You let him pull you against him. You don’t think you really ever had a chance to say no. 
The kiss makes you dizzy, but there’s still a voice nagging at you, somewhere in the back of your brain. And when Elias pulls back from you long enough to breathe, the thought somehow makes its way out of your mouth.
“Please don’t do this if you’re gonna run away again.” Your intake of breath is a little shaky. “I’m never going to get over you after this.” 
Elias laughs, and for the first time, it’s a genuine laugh, one that lights up something inside of you.
“I don’t want you to get over me,” he mumbles against your lips. “I was an idiot for giving you the chance to do that once. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
His hands move to your back, caressing the skin there.
“I love you,” he says, easily as ever. “I love you, and I’m never going to run away anywhere except if it’s after you.” 
You don’t think you could smile any wider if you tried. 
“I love you, too,” you say. The words feel a bit foreign on your lips, after six weeks of telling yourself to not think them. 
“Thank God,” Elias breathes, and then he’s kissing you again, and his hands seem to be everywhere at once, touching your skin and your face and your hair. 
His hands are all over you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 
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Winx Club Season 5 Thoughts Part 1
It’s been so hard for me to make myself start this season because I know it only goes downhill from here but here I am at last. I don’t remember anything from this season and am prepared to hate the transformations (Harmonix because it’s impractical and Sirenix because it’s ugly) so let’s do this.
- I already hate the hair and I haven’t made it past the intro yet. This is promising.
- This is off to a great start. I got the wrong episode. Not by my mistake, however. Now that I found the actual first one, let’s actually do this.
5x01:
- It’s weird to see magic so publicly on Earth. At least they’re having fun. Though, I have to say that I am not a fan of the idea of them having a band. And they have unfair advantage over every other Earth band because they can do their own advertizing without having to pay a cent and it will still be better than any other band can afford since it’s magic. They should have just dropped the band.
- I am gagging over the fact that they have Roxy praise Bloom for the help but not the other Winx girls. They were all there for her and fought to protect her and tried to teach her magic. And at one point she even said she wanted to be like Stella. But now she says that only Bloom is like a big sister. Obviously a plot device to bring in Daphne since she will be resurrected this season and they have to set it up. Especially after season 4 forgot all about her. I am still gagging, though.
- You know, I could have loved the whole ecological message but I am pretty sure they are going to fuck it up anyway. Or just not take it anywhere.
- Ugh, Helia’s hair is so ugly. But at least Sky’s is as well. But what is that box Sky has? Not another engagement ring, please, for the love of everything sacred!
- Ahh, pendant. Yeah, their relationship is going so well that they will need magic to keep it in tact. Though, good luck for both of them will be to just split up and find someone that is actually good for them. Also, why doesn’t Brandon know about that? He is literally the squire and best friend of the prince.
- Poor Layla. She must be missing Nabu like crazy. Please, let her have a season to mourn and don’t shove a new love interest in her face right away. It took her a season and a half to get the first one and he was killed. She needs some fucking time!
- Love that everyone agrees that Sky’s hair is terrible. Even Bloom’s “It looks... great” sounds like a lie.
- Why is Sky going back to Red Fountain? Didn’t he finish that? God, just let them move on already. Also, he is not A Crown Prince now. He was the Crown Prince ever since he was born. He was crowned as the king of Eraklyon. Man, are they retconning everything?
- If Bloom cared so much about what he had to say, she could have asked Musa to give them a sec. I like the little Flora and Sky interaction, though. If only it could have been on a topic different than Bloom. I wish the Specialists would interact with Winx other than their girlfriends more. It would sell the friend group vibe better.
- Aww, I wish Layla wouldn’t hide her pain over Nabu. She probably doesn’t want to affect the others with it and doesn’t want them fretting over her either but this is just so sad.
- Love how Bloom doesn’t even remember Tressa. For a moment there I thought that it was her getting crowned which would have been cooler but yeah. Also, Nereus and Tritannus are almost identical. What the hell makes Nereus hot and Tritannus not? I am so annoyed I started rhyming.
- I love the idea of underwater tech!
- Lmao, gotta love how the king has already picked a favorite. And it doesn’t seem to be a recent choice either. Idk about Tritannus yet, but I don’t like this guy. I am all for him being attacked. He even reacted like an absolute asshole. He reminds me of Erendor.
- Ah, of course. Trident. We couldn’t possibly have another weapon when it comes to merfolk.
- Tbh Tressa would be the best ruler. She seems to have learned her lesson and become braver. And if she’s protecting her brother and doing all the work anyway, why not just crown her?
- Didn’t Flora tell him to wait until he is alone with Bloom? Why did he think a good moment to give her the pendant would be when Layla is visibly worried about what is going on and everyone is there with them? I wish he’d drop it and it would break.
- How the fuck can Flora tell that there is oil spilling into the ocean? The ocean is Layla’s domain and Flora has never been shown to be able to communicate with marine plant life.
- I hate how they had to show that Timmy is obviously physically weaker than Sky. It would’ve made sense for him to had built some muscle at the very least after 4-5 years in Red Fountain.
- How the hell did Tecna delete the oil? You can’t just erase matter out of existence. There should be a rule against that.
- Yeah, I was just going to say that closing the pipes is not going to work if they don’t stop the flow of oil. The pipes might explode but it will keep spilling. Seriously, this is basic logic. Nice move. Now it will be harder to stop because the spill moved underwater.
- What happened to Layla’s wings? Is the oil sticking to them and hindering their movements? You’d think she could prevent that with magic.
- This is what happens when you carelessly put something so important in your pocket. You don’t even need to be running a rescue mission. There’s a high chance that you’re gonna lose it anyway. Also, love how Bloom just left the other guy to drown and no one else went after him either.
- Layla’s awesome. She even managed to pull that guy out even though she was struggling a lot with it. I hate the fact that they forgot she taught the others a spell to breathe underwater in season 3, though. They could have used it. But of course, that would have probably rendered Harmonix unnecessary.
- Wow, they renovated the whole platform to make it eco? Why don’t they just do that with all of the oil platforms on Earth then? It’s not like it took much effort. I want to add to this that if they’d just done that (which probably would have taken a couple of days), they could have easily defeated Tritannus later because his only source of pollution in the first half of the season has been Earth. Because there is ocean pollution only on Earth, you know. They could have used that to incorporate an ecological message, except that would have taken work on their part. And also, most of the toxic substances Tritannus consumed were spilled on purpose by the Trix. So there goes a great wasted opportunity for a thematic message.
5x02:
- Here are my bad bitches. What the hell are they doing underwater, though? It’s kinda cruel to put them in a prison that forces them to use magic if they want to survive it. What happens if they tire out? They could die,
- Aaaand for some reason Bloom is the vocalist of the band even though Musa is literally the fairy of music and the only one that was initially having a contract signed.
- I hope nobody is expecting any commentary from me on the musical performances because I am telling you from now that I will be skipping absolutely all of them.
- The selkies look ridiculous. I could appreciate the idea of having small beings being powerful guardians but they will certainly not serve any greater purpose than the pixies did so this is going to be annoying at best. Also, the selkie of Earth was still there even when the fairies weren’t, right? This somehow implies that magical beings couldn’t stop the disasters that mankind causes to Earth even though the previous season said that it was the disappearance of fairies that threw the Earth into chaos.
- Aww, look at Stella and Brandon! So good when there’s no stupid drama.
- People really went cleaning the beach not just willingly but enthusiastically? That sounds a little unbelievable. I mean, they were supposed to be at a concert and that was an abrupt change.
- Correction, I wish Sky hadn’t lost the pendant so that he could have given it to her and this would have been over. Now he is going to sulk about it for ages and he is probably going to fuck up in a self-fulfilled prophecy kinda manner and I am so not here for it. Just shut up about Bloom and Sky and focus on the action, please.
- Well, Icy is now canonically a monster fucker. Even though she thought Valtor was ugly as hell in season 3 when he turned into a demon. He was uglier than Tritanus in all fairness but still. This seems inconsistent. And I hate her voice. Not to mention that she is already acting OOC when she’s not thinking about getting out even but about fucking him. Come on!
- Is the whole turning into a monster thing some sort of reverse Beauty and the Beast? That could have been interesting... but, of course, this is Winx.
- Yep, the selkies are absolutely useless.
- If the Trix don’t have powers, then how are they breathing underwater? Also, how does toxic waste restore ice and storm powers (there is some connection to darkness at least)? And if they went that route, they could have made their powers have an element of toxicity to them to make it more interesting instead of just having a guy boost their powers yet again. Honestly, the only good thing that came out of this is that Darcy and Stormy seem to be thinking more independently now which would be necessary in order for the DramaTM between the Trix later (that is just about the only thing I remember from this season).
- I wish Darcy would have used her hypnotic powers more in the previous seasons. They are so cool and would be pretty hard to deal with once you’re hit. It could have made for more interesting fights.
- If Tritannus was good, he could actually help cleanse the oceans by sucking out all toxic waste. He likes being a monster anyway.
- Okay, but the Trix know Bloom is from Earth. They should have known it was Winx from the second they felt the fairy magic in the air. That took them long enough btw.
- Of course, the monsters can also go on land even though they are mer-creatures. Makes perfect sense.
- Love how Musa and Flora are using new spells yet they look and act exactly the same way like the old ones so it is just same shit, different story. The writers are so unoriginal.
- Layla is strong! And Winx seem to be a little too strong against the Trix. Although, Believix is supposed to be really powerful anyway.
- This could have been the perfect setup for an Icy x Bloom romance. Sky lost the pendant so his relationship with Bloom is doomed and he later lost his memory so why not just break them up. Diaspro can have him if she still wants him (I don’t know why she would but anyway) and Bloom can get with Icy after Icy realizes Tritannus is not the right one for her. Everyone wins, especially, us, the audience. And it could have been a good way to show that Diaspro has reformed and she and Sky could actually be an okay couple. Or better yet, she dumps him and gets together with Bloom and Icy.
- Layla just kicked Tritanus in the face. Boy, I stan! And the underwater battle with weapons instead of magic is super cool, I love it! Wish there’d been more of that but, of course, only Layla can pull that off and we can’t spend more than a minute focusing on anyone else other than Bloom. Why didn’t Tritannus recognize Layla, though? Or did he just not care?
- Icy crying out for help? By a man? So not here for this. It is ridiculously out of character. How is he so powerful? Once again the villain is so strong it is a wonder they ever got to live long enough to get to the finale let alone defeat him.
5x03:
- Well, Winx sure are at the top of the popularity wave again despite the last time we saw them at Alfea being very different. Also, why is it the beginning of another school year yet again? Honestly, I am so sick of all of this.
- Sky is seriously annoying me with that stupid pendant and he is also the one that is fucking up their relationship with his stupid behavior. He should just focus on being a good boyfriend and do the best he can. I get it that in a world of magic superstitions probably have more merit, but he still has control over his own life and the choices he makes. He can “save” their relationship despite the omen of doom.
- Ugh, don’t tell me there will be Helia and Flora drama in this season to compensate for the lack of such in the last? Why did he only introduce Flora as his friend and not as his girlfriend? And how is he so close with the princess of Linphea? Is he from Linphea as well?
- I agree with Stella. Just when we all thought they were done, they started making even more transformations.
- I don’t think we’ve seen Daphne be anything but calm but it’s understandable when she is talking about the thing that made her a disembodied spirit. Still it feels weird to see her not believe that Bloom can handle whatever comes her way. Especially after the defeat of the Ancestral Witches. I guess that is what bugs me in this scene.
- Wow, Darcy admitted that Winx are stronger than them and neither Icy, nor Stormy protested? It’s good that they’re self-aware. It just seems a little OOC. And another power up in two consecutive episodes? Seriously? Will they ever get anything done on their own again?
- At least Sky is asking for advice. I am surprised that they are letting him interact with Flora yet again but I actually kinda like it.
- Why are they all gasping in surprise. They have been to the archive already when Bloom stole the Codex in season 2. It is the same room; they have seen it. Get over it already.
(- *sigh* I just lost my thoughts on half the episode. This season is not agreeing with me.)
- Flora was acting weird while Crystal was helping Helia. It was kind of like she was mad it was Crystal who could save him and not her and that is weird for Flora. I think she would have just been grateful he was saved.
- I suffer when the books suffer... and they did suffer a lot in this episode. Also, how come Stormy is creating life again? This still doesn’t make sense to me but compared to other things, it is more minor.
- I love Darcy’s hypnotic powers and the fact that she was using them on Stella. I think I might be starting to seriously consider this ship (as opposed to just entertaining the possibility of a cool dynamic between them). I mean, Stella looked like she’s seen the hottest new fashion collection and I know it was the magic but still. I kinda want a Darcy who is on her own (without her sisters) and manipulating/spelling Stella into being with her so that she could make place for herself in the Solarian court. And then she falls in love, of course.
- Just please tell me Sky won’t be without his memories for the rest of the season because that will just be too annoying. If they are going for drama, it would be good to at least make it relevant instead of shoving it in there by the ton for the sake of it.
5x04:
- Since when is the whole school so invested in Bloom? They weren’t when she was actually there and even though Winx are kind of legends now, you can bet your ass that there were still fairies that don’t like them. Not to mention that they shouldn’t all know what the hell happened when no one was there to witness it. Why would they let the whole school know if Erendor doesn’t even know yet?
- You are seriously telling me that Stella hadn’t considered being a fashion designer before? Really????? She literally spent her summer after season 1 as an intern for a fashion magazine and has been designing clothes since about the same time. This is just too dumb for words.
- Love how adorably awkward Timmy is. And I love that Tecna doesn’t mind at all. They are just too cute together!
- Ooh, tension between the Trix. That is interesting. Or at least would have been if it were focused more on the power balance in their own dynamic rather than on hate vs love for Tritannus. Why does everything have to be about guys?
- At least Flora seems to like Crystal now which is cool. But I cannot express how annoyed I am by the fact that the whole thing with the pendant is preventing him from getting his memories back. And the stupid thing is that this actually has potential. Losing the pendant could be the peak of Sky’s guilt towards Bloom for all the pain he’s caused her (about Diaspro and not only) and that could be very interesting to explore but this show will never go that deep. It’ll just remain as wasted potential. Just like everything else is.
- Okay, why does no one ever start with amnesia patients by asking them how they would like to go about things, how they feel? Stuff like that.
- Tecna really turned into a robot. Again, no fucking magical system to explain how you can turn a human into a robot. Plus, this could be interesting as well and also really deep but, again, this is Winx. It is not going to be deep. Even though they could have done so much with that premise and given Tecna a really cool arc.
- Ah, yes, I forgot to mention this while I was on the previous episode. I am done with Neptune being so dismissive and even aggressive against his other son. Like, maybe if you had tried some parenting, none of this would have come to pass. Just a thought. I am not saying that parents can prevent any bad choices their kids make but I am saying that he doesn’t look like he tried too hard to be a good dad. Nereus only turned out okay because they are twins and one of them has to be good while the other is evil. I am glad at least someone is trying to reach Tritannus even if he is beyond saving.
- Oh, off, Tritanus is not messing around. You know what? I actually like that. It was about time they made the villains as ruthless as they are trying to make them out to be. Even if I feel bad for his family because they just wanted to help him.
- Why do the selkies talk in the third person? They just went from useless to majorly annoying.
- Why don’t they just go get Faragonda? She may at least know what they are dealing with and possibly clue them in on how to unspell Tecna. They don’t have to reinvent the wheel, just find someone who knows how it was made.
- Great, they just set fire to the archive and nobody bothered to put it out. And they also released the elements in there. The question remains - will the archive survive their search for the Sirenix book? (What the hell were those other books, though? I would like to know where they came from.)
- Okay, but wasn’t the book Tecna opened cursed? What happened to that? And why did the spell on her phone only activate after she opened the book? This doesn’t make sense.
5x05:
- I am very confused about the order of episodes. “The Lilo” should be before “The Power of Harmonix” because they are still using their Believix powers but it makes more sense for the Harmonix episode to be after “The Book of Sirenix”. Anyway, I am watching “The Lilo” because Wikipedia says it’s the fifth episode even though it looks more like filler that wasn’t even meant to be in the season.
- At least we get to see Flora do something this time. She is the most neglected and it’s good to see her use magic for something else other than growing ivy. Seriously, Flo, chill with the ivy.
- “When I think of you, Helia, I believe in myself.” Because she can’t believe in herself if she doesn’t have a boyfriend. The intro is so totally right! What a way to show girl power!
- Why is the animation overly flowy? Is it because it is closer to 3D in order to tie better with the actual 3D later on? It kinda pokes out your eyes sometimes. Or at least mine.
- Someone remembered that the Whisperian Crystals were a thing. I love how they just made them sort of like GPS for magical objects even though they were only supposed to track the Dragon Fire. Proof of that is the fact that they never used them to track the Ring of Solaria even though they wanted it as well. So this is just a cop out to give them a chance to find the Lilo.
- Of course, the Lilo is in the possession of Mitzi’s little sister. Why wouldn’t it be?
- Gotta love how even the writers realized that it was too convenient for everything to be in Gardenia so they started making up excuses for it.
- Wait, how does Mitzi know who the Trix are? Have they... They haven’t met, right? What the hell? Also, Icy was literally standing in front of Macy but she couldn’t just grab the plant herself and had to order Darcy and Stormy to do it? Lazy much?
- Darcy’s powers are going back to their peak this season and I am so here for it.
- Flora legit just hit Icy with her shield. That was a good move and a little more aggressive than I would have expected from Flora but I’m not complaining.
- Great way to almost hit Macy, Stella.
- There was zero point to this episode. I guess they just had to do something to get them to a total of 26 episodes. And putting it right before the episode in which they get Harmonix is just ridiculous because they just powered up their Believix... right before they’ll stop using it.
5x06:
- They can’t even open the Book of Sirenix? Huh, that’s... kinda interesting actually.
- Oh, come on! Just when Bloom was making progress, Crystal brings in Diaspro. You have to love how the writers are implying that Crystal is no good by having her being friends with Diaspro. I thought we were over the Crystal drama but it looks like there will be more. And why is Bloom not losing her mind? Diaspro literally mind controlled Sky! Goddammit, it’s in situations like this I wish I could trust Erendor to do the best for his son! If Bloom could trust he wouldn’t side with Diaspro, she could have called him to let him make sure Diaspro stays away from Sky.
- Oh, they can lose their powers if they fail the quest? I like that! Extra stakes besides the Tritannus situation. This feels more intense now and I am here for it.
- I like the implication that there are other great fairies in the Magic Dimension and it’s not just Winx. Less so fond of the fact that the other fairies seem to be underhanded but I’ll take what I can get.
- Awwwww! That scene with Stella, Tecna and Musa was so precious! I love Stella’s joking and the fact that Tecna is so upset about what happened but she still believes their reassurances! And Musa saying she might start talking about her mother... *sob* This is so precious! They are opening up to each other even more than they have already! And about the tough topics. Ah, my heart!
- Okay, I kinda like the solidarity between Bloom and Layla. Also, the fact that Flora finally figured out what they are doing. Though, that’s kinda weird to me. Flora has been more wary of the reckless plans but I don’t think she would put her powers above her friends and possibly Layla’s whole realm if not the whole universe.
- Really wish it would have been someone else that had saved the horse and not Bloom.
- “Shadow hand”? Man, I was right. Darcy’s powers are peaking! Also, whatever spell Icy used on Winx to make it harder for them to move was super cool as well. I like it.
- They have to complete the Quest in one lunar cycle? That’s 28 days... On Earth. Maybe they should have specified which moon. Since Solaria has 2 suns there are probably millions of moons out there. Okay, that isn’t working out and I wish they had been more specific with it. This episode had some cool stuff about the Magic Dimension already and they could have done more. Anyway, one lunar cycle sounds like a short time but since it’s Winx, it is probably a long time.
- Oh, they just all got Harmonix without doing anything in order to earn it. Greaaaaat. And I have to say that the Harmonix design is so impractical. Why so many veils? They’re just gonna boggle them down. Of course, nothing ever gets wet on shows but seriously? If you’re fighting with someone, they can grab you by the veils or the veils can tangle around you and become the reason for your demise. This is stupid.
- Okay, so Tecna was being really insecure but they left her behind in the search of the Gem of Self-confidence? Like, you just threw away a golden opportunity. I am into the idea that they are going in the Magical Reality Chamber to still be at the place of the action so to speak and be able to help the rest better, though.
- Love the idea of the boat that can go to any water body. I would like one. Less so enthused about the contradiction in this very episode. Stella was complaining about wearing heels when she could have just changed with magic. The proof is right there since she changed hers, Bloom’s and Layla’s whole outfits just about 10 minutes later. This is ridiculous.
- Not @ the way the writers already threw Roy in despite the fact that it has been just five episodes since the beginning of the season. Also not @ the way he seems to be the stereotypical “girls need my protection” guy. Wish Layla would just keep not liking him. But they are probably trying to emulate what happened with Nabu at first. Ugh, I hate this so much I can’t even tell you.
- Oh, come on! They’ll be bonding with the selkies now? Let me guess, that was only written so that the selkies can get their powers back through the bonds, So Tritannus will enter the Infinite Ocean with the stolen selkie powers and Winx will enter it with help from their bonded selkies. This is so transparent, I can’t even. Also, totally needed their selkies to be matching the color of their Harmonix. I mean, how else are you gonna tell that they’re their bonded selkies? Not like they have personalities or are relevant in any way. Also, can another fairy bond with a selkie that has been “taken”? Like, there is a pixie for every fairy but the selkies are much less so... what the hell? This doesn’t make any sense.
- I hate what they did with the challenge for self-confidence. They could have done so much better. But first, Bloom’s test is all about Sky (which is dumb as fuck because it literally tells you their relationship is the biggest source of insecurity in her life) and Stella’s is about her not having confidence in her fashion taste? Really? Layla’s was most cutting as always but they didn’t even try to make it hard. It was so obvious that Nabu was an illusion because he was being cruel to her and the real Nabu would never. They should have gone for something else that would have really made her struggle with figuring out it is not real. Plus, by figuring out it is not real, she didn’t exactly confront her issue with confidence. And Bloom and Stella couldn’t even break out of it on their own and needed her help. How is that successfully passing the test?!?!?!?! And I was just starting to think that this could be getting better. It was I who should have known better.
5x07:
- Aww, I love how dedicated Stella is to knowing stuff about Solaria. She is going to be a precious queen. Also, her guardian of Sirenix is so beautiful.
- Ugh, the Trix are pulled apart again. I hate it. Darcy and Stormy do have a point. I just wish Icy would keep her head in the game. Also, do they sleep out in the open? In a swamp or whatever the hell that is?
- Wow, Sky that has no memory treats Bloom better than Sky that has memory of her. Interesting. Like, if he can calm her worries about Diaspro so easily when he doesn’t even remember how much he loves her, why didn’t he do that in the previous seasons? Honestly.
- Roy is annoying me just by cheering for Winx. This is not going well.
- Oh, damn, Flora got turned into stone. What did Tritannus do to that jellyfish? Turn it into Medusa (lmao, fun fact - jellyfish is called medusa [more like meduza but still] in Bulgarian)? Seriously. And why is Flora the one saving the selkies when she is the only one that isn’t bonded to any?
- Since the Trix also didn’t put any work into earning their powers, it is only fair that Winx get a free upgrade as well. I am just glad that at least the Harmonix spells look differently even though they function in the same generic way.
- Hey, Sky is actually starting to remember? Good. I was prepared to suffer through this amnesia arc up until 5x13 at least but now I have timid hope that it will not last that long. I guess the writers haven’t heard of muscle memory, however.
- How did the Gem of Confidence turn Flora back into herself when the jellyfish that turned her into stone had nothing to do with it? It was Tritannus’ doing and not even intentional. It shouldn’t have had petrifying powers in the first place. None of this makes any sense. Not to mention that the Gem somehow multiplied to six gems. I mean, really? Would’ve been much better if they could only choose to complete one box aka everyone else would lose their powers but then through their shared goal (aka Faragonda telling them that they have to be of one mind and heart) they could have all gotten the Sirenix. Just no other powers. That would have been way more interesting (obviously Layla would be the one whose box they’d complete and I don’t believe the Dragon Fire can be extinguished anyway so Bloom could even have a loophole out of that). And besides, they don’t use the old transformations anyway.
5x08:
- Stella is rocking that outfit. But why streaks? Stella, no!
- Tecna and Timmy are absolutely adorable with their mega nerdiness. I love it.
- Jeez, really? Sky is a better dancer with amnesia than Brandon is? I mean, this could have been plausible if they hadn’t established already in the previous episode that his muscle memory has fucked off into oblivion as well. Otherwise, yes. As royalty, he is probably better at dancing. Even though battle requires a lot of coordination as well. But nice of Kiko to try to help.
- Come on, Stella, you’re being insensitive. You would be “moping” too if Brandon had died. Please, don’t try to set Layla up with guys. Just give her some time to grieve!
- I don’t know what Stella expected. Of course, Layla is going to get offended by that. She doesn’t want company, she wants Nabu back.
- Oh, come on! Musa really got mad at Riven just because he liked the music another girl was playing? What, is he supposed to only listen to her music now? She isn’t even the vocalist of their band.
- They only have 10 days left to complete the missions? When did they manage to waste so much time? Like, they legit got the first thing done in one day. Where did the other go?
- Tressa has had so much growth since season 3. I love her. Really wish they’d let her be queen. But wtf, why can the king know what all of his subjects are doing? That is so invasive. Also, Layla should not be in the range of his powers. Man, the writers are really pulling some bullshit here.
- You’d think the selkies will learn that they can’t stop Tritanus and will try to not get in his way so that he wouldn’t get to steal their powers. But nope, they are both useless and stupid.
- Okay, Stella did mess up and she should have known why what she did was a bad idea but Layla giving her the silent treatment is not going to help either. I hope that the fact that Musa is dealing with the loss of her mother can help the two of them patch things up as well. Maybe there will be a lesson in this for both of them.
- Now it makes sense why Musa turned into an ocean type of monster. And this is a good opportunity for Stella and Layla to find their balance again and help save Musa.
- Stella’s attacks are still hurting Musa. And wouldn’t it make more sense for Layla to use her powers to stop her? She could make a net with morphix that will be both more reliable and less harmful for Musa. Seriously, why do they always make the dumbest choices possible?
- You know what would have been more interesting? If the healing of the bond could only work one way and the selkie didn’t get her powers back. They could have brought in Galatea to also bond with her in order to restore her powers later on so that they could enter the Infinite Ocean. That would have been more creative. But nah.
- Stella’s sudden understanding of Layla really came out of nowhere. And it felt like Layla only forgave her because she didn’t want to fight with her anymore, not because she was truly okay with what Stella did. This could have been done so much better.
- These Sirenix quests are so convenient. They all have to do with places the girls know and clues they have history with. It would have been much harder if they had to go to planets they don’t know how to navigate and a better way to do more worldbuilding.
- Bloom really can’t take 10 days away from the Sky mess? They can literally lose their powers forever which could mean handing Tritannus victory but she is more concerned with Sky’s memory that can possibly only get better in the next ten days while she focuses on the mission? Oh, come on!
- They are really trying to push hard the idea that Bloom and Sky are destined to be together. Also, now that they found the shell, can Sky’s memory block disappear? It would make sense. Please, just end this already.
5x09:
- Really? Bloom is sensing that something is wrong with Daphne but Marion isn’t? This could have been a cool moment to bring in the fact that their parents are back. Especially since Bloom isn’t going to do shit about it. I mean, how dense is she that she didn’t recognize the clouds of pollution hanging around Daphne in her dream? Could have at least tried to contact Daphne to make sure she was okay. Especially since she knows that Daphne talks to her through her dreams and that has been A Thing since season 1. I just... cannot.
- I... don’t even know what to say about Stella here. On the one hand I understand her frustration as she feels like no one supports her passion for fashion but on the other hand... Stella, no! Brandon was right that she needs to consider other people’s feelings sometimes, though, I’d say none of Winx exhibited particularly high levels of empathy here except maybe Flora.
- Oh, Tecna. On the one hand I want to say that there shouldn’t be a reason to feel nervous face to face with Timmy when they get along so well, but on the other, we have all experienced what she’s talking about. Texting can be so much easier sometimes even if it can also be dangerous because it lacks the context of body language.
- Seriously? We’re gonna make it through all the girls’ planets. I said it before and I’ll say it again, but this Sirenix Quest sure is damn convenient. At least it is kinda ironic that the Gem of Empathy is on Zenith since they seem to rely on technology more.... Man, that could have been an awesome opportunity to make Zenith more three dimensional by explaining that they develop so much technology so that they could make the lives of everyone easier when they have digital assist aka their focus on technology is driven by empathy. But again, that is just too deep for this show.
- Oh, come on! Stella really turned into a three-year-old? Why the hell would there be an age-changer spell in the pin? This doesn’t make sense. And again, a fucking wasted opportunity. Stella was running low on empathy here so including her in the search for the Gem of Empathy would have provided way more character development than this shit right here. I would have sent Stella, Tecna and Musa to get the Gem and Bloom, Flora and Layla to go look for Daphne. Or better yet, Stella and Tecna for the Gem, Musa and Layla after Tritannus and Bloom and Flora to check on Daphne.
- Is Layla ever going to use her Harmonix powers? Seriously, she has transformed how many times now and I can’t remember her using any of her new magic.
- Why is Layla now smiling at Roy even though she never transitioned from “annoyed” to “friendly teasing”? I hate this so much.
- It must be weird for Brandon to see his girlfriend as a three-year-old while he is still twenty. Like, that will make for a fun conversation once the spell wears off.
- It is so goddamn obvious that Tritannus has been there! Like, did the clouds of pollution not tip you off?????? Honestly, why don’t any of them have normal rationalizing abilities? It is a simple deduction! You don’t need the selkies to tell you! Besides, didn’t they already say that he crossed over to Zenith? This is like looking between a needle and a single straw of hay and having to point out which is the needle and they are failing!
- Shoot, I thought “where the one looks over the many” was supposed to be something of a mathematical riddle or something that would have to make Tecna focus on the whole rather than the details. The throne thing? Just... meh.
- I would have preferred it if their test of empathy involved something that was already inside them and came from themselves rather than them being placed under a spell by the Gem. It could have brought out their most unempathetic thoughts but I still think there was a better way to do this, and a more emotional one.
- Seriously?????? I mean, FOR REAL?!?!?!?!?! THAT is what they had to do to get the gem???????????????????????????????????????????????????? They didn’t even resolve their issues!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How did they prove they were worthy of having it. God, I hate this.
- How did the age-changer spell had any bearing on the plot or the characters? It literally didn’t do anything for Stella or Flora, Musa and Brandon for that matter. They had so many amazing opportunities in this episode and they were all wasted. I just... *frustrated sigh*
5x10:
- Is it just me or is the idea to put the Christmas filler episode right a couple of days before the deadline for the Sirenix Quest the worst idea ever? Well, not the worst because this show is just full of bad ideas but still somewhere up there with the big guys.
- I was gonna get incredibly angry if they’d made Christmas be a thing in the Magic Dimension but they got at least that right. And that way it’s cute that Bloom gets to introduce her friends to a new holiday. They all got so excited about the presents! Adorable! The only thing that would have made this better was if she’d invited Marion and Oritel to Mike and Vanessa’s as well to celebrate together.
- I was ready to hate this episode but it has actually caught my attention. Love how the Trix decided the magic of Christmas is literal magic and they want to steal it from Bloom. This is actually exactly what a funny filler episode should be like.
- Aww, a surprise Musa and Riven moment. That was adorable.
- Am I the only one who is getting Yu Gi Oh vibes from this monster? Okay, four monsters (Why four? That is so random. Three would have made more sense.). They just remind me too much of Blue Eyes White Dragon.
- You know what would be really cool? If Stella made a cage with mirrors at key places to reflect the light beam she shoots at the creatures so that it would keep running through the cage to stop them from reforming.
- Oh, wow. Faragonda showed up. I never thought that would happen. Not that she’s been much use. Like, you fought the Ancestral Witches! Surely, there has to be something you can do! Not to mention that how the hell did the Trix get magic of the darkest order? That’s just bullshit.
- You know what? I would be more worried about the fact that they may not be able to break the spell before they run out of water and food and other essentials. Like, the Christmas thing is upsetting but not a priority right now,
- Okay, the Trix are inside the ice dome but the ice dragons aren’t? That seems like a hole in their plan.
- The others got the spirit but they a little confused. Bloom doesn’t just miss Christmas but spending it with her family and they can’t give her that. Though, none of them didn’t even try to teleport. Depending on the way you do it, maybe they could have gotten out.
- This episode is kinda all over the place but at least it has that cool vibe from season 1 when they got to actually just chill around the school and do some fun stuff. Actually put time in just being friends. Oh, and the friendship charm bracelets are really cute! I love them.
- You know they don’t have what to put in an episode when they give the full transformations twice. Nice job, there.
- Making a hole in the dome does not sound like the best course of action because Winx could have just gotten out of there and forced the Trix to chase them. But no one thought of that.
- I feel second hand embarrassment on Icy’s behalf. If she ever gets to learn that she misunderstood about the magic of Christmas, that is. The way things are going, Bloom is gonna blast them out of the dimension without ever revealing that this was all for nothing.
- Well, Bloom could have just used her Dragon Fire to destroy the ice dragons the moment they appeared and none of that would have happened but why the hell would she do that? I have to say that I would have preferred it if Winx and the Specialists had gone to Gardenia instead of having Gardenia go to Alfea. Like, I get it that they wanted to make Christmas touch the Magic Dimension as well but Alfea has never celebrated a Zenithian-specific holiday for example or a Solarian one. It just makes the whole Winx universe a little too focused on Bloom again.
5x11:
- Omg, I am feeling so bad for Daphne. Hasn’t she suffered enough? Though, I have to say that I am at least glad Icy came up with a decent plan for counteraction this time even if it is cruel. At least it makes sense!
- Why the hell is the wind-rider competition held in Alfea? It should have been in Red Fountain but I guess the animators couldn’t be bothered to pull out their old animation of it and remember how to draw it.
- Bloom giving Sky a pep talk was kinda cute. I get why he would be nervous and it was cool that she did her best to help him. And that moment with throwing some harmless magic his way to show him his own reflexes was actually smart and hella cute as well. I just wish they wouldn’t have gone for the “he is the best Specialist ever to live” thing again but I’ll take it as his friends telling a white lie to soothe his anxiety.
- So the Trix are just being bullies for no reason at all. Also, they already used that invisibility spell when they messed with Tecna’s phone. Or at least it looked the same.
- Poor Kiko. Getting accused for something he didn’t do and then also being attacked by clones. But was it that only he could see them? Because otherwise, it should have tipped Bloom off that something’s wrong.
- They don’t need to remind us every time that there is no time to waste for the Sirenix Quest. We get it. And even if I had the episodes spaced out by weeks, I doubt I would forget that they have a time limit considering that this is not plot heavy and they have mentioned it, like, a million times already.
- Oh, they’re going to Linphea next. Look, even Tecna noticed that all the parts of the Quest have been on their home planets.
- Wow, Flora, you think the flower might be on your planet? Damn, girl, you’re such a genius. No one would have ever guessed. They have an ocean of flowers and she is still not sure? W.O.W.
- Love how it took Faragonda and Saladin a solid minute to interfere. Not like they were in a war or anything and should be 100% prepped to deal with crises. Why would you think that? And Griselda (and the other Alfea teachers) didn’t even get to do anything. Not to mention that Mirta has been studying at Alfea for a forth year now and she didn’t even try to fire at the beasts... You know, what could be considered an instinctive reaction.
- “Only one more keeper...”? Yeah, because there are only six-seven planets in the whole universe! (Didn’t he already get the powers of the selkie of Earth as well as from everyone’s home planets except for Bloom’s? Who’s gonna restore the Earth selkie’s powers... Wait, is it going to be Roxy? And does that mean we’re finally going to Domino this season?)
- I was gonna ask whatever Roy was gonna do without Layla being there but he isn’t there either. So why was he there the other times if not to drive the boat? They gave him one job to justify his presence and then they took that away as well.
- Funny how it is always the selkies of the girls that have gone on the Quest that appear and not any of the others. One of them (I am not even gonna bother to learn their names) said she could sense the presence of her fairy but still. Though, with their powers restored, I guess they could do that.
- Do I remember wrong or are Flora and her selkie the only ones that actually hugged? Cause that was kinda cute.
- Okay, Sky’s plan was good but did Bloom really need him to pull her out of the way? I am pretty sure she could have done that on her own since it was obvious what the plan was.
- If I were Stella, I’d be worried that a plant might eat me too. Having courage doesn’t mean that you can’t be afraid. It means that you find it in yourself to go on despite the fear. So I’d say Stella is courageous enough.
- Okay, but this plant looks like it was touched by Tritannus’ pollution and so did all the rest of the places from the Quest (except for Melody). So that means that what is happening wouldn’t have happened if not for him aka they aren’t actually completing the Quest because they are fighting Tritannus’ influence on the environment, not performing the tasks from the Quest.
- Good! Tecna and Layla are actually being strategical about this even though all Bloom wants is to hang out with the boyfriend. I wouldn’t mind if she didn’t just get targeted. But why the hell would she care about her safety - or Sky’s for that matter - when they can go on a romantic walk instead?
- Really? They need a translator? Flora has communicated with plants numerous times before. She should be able to understand what the Flower of the Depths is saying to them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dear god, the writers are really trying to be as stupid as possible.
- Why didn’t Bloom try to transform before jumping against the Trix? Or at least shoot some magic at them? Once again, how are they still alive?
- Darcy’s powers are awesome and she’s using them well. I love how she pushed Musa in her own trap. But damn, it was harsh of Musa to try to cause the rocks to crush Darcy. I thought the Trix were supposed to be the cruel ones.
- Wow, I thought Icy would have at least a couple broken bones after Layla smashed her in the rock like that but nope. She’s fine.
- Okay, I actually think that Sky and Bloom are cute in this episode, what the hell? I like the fact that they decided to stop trying to get the past back to him. That may even actually help him remember when he’s not stressing and straining to do it. I thought that Bloom meant one of the memories she wants to keep was that of the shell they found, though. Wasn’t that soulmate special or something?
5x12:
- Icy is really not paying attention, huh? I mean, Tritannus saying that he would give her one more chance somehow didn’t sound too reassuring to me. He gave the Trix their powers so he could probably take them away any time he wants and then destroy them. Which sounded exactly like what he was planning to do before Icy convinced him to give her one more chance.
- Well, they noticed the pattern of the Quest running through all their home planets. They could have tried looking for the yellow reef on Domino before asking the guardian of the Sirenix box. Just to do something on their own, you know.
- Who let Bloom go in that dress? Didn’t Tecna say Stella was there as well? How could she let Bloom even put that thing on, let alone wear it to the Domino renewal celebration. Also, why the hell is that happening only now? It has been a season and a half since Domino was restored. I thought this would be the discussion of Tritannus.
- Love how they didn’t even redo the footage from SotLK and just slapped the different art style right in the middle of the one from season 5. Lazy as lazy gets.
- Um, wasn’t the plan to capture Bloom? And if they changed it to getting Marion and Oritel, why didn’t they try to do that when Bloom wasn’t there? They couldn’t get her but they will somehow get her parents who literally defeated the Ancestral Witches while Bloom and two or three of her friends plus Sky are also there? How does that make sense?
- Oh, come on! The dresses looked much better without the flowers. Also, you’re telling me that Stella made them fit the same theme as Bloom’s but she didn’t have anything to do with Bloom’s dress? This is just... ridiculous. Also, how do flowers relate to Domino? Sparks or even gems would have made better sense. A fire pattern even.
- Marion and Oritel are giving very different vibes from the ones in Magical Adventure and even SotLK (even though they had like five lines each in that one).
- Did Bloom suddenly forget that Sky does not remember how he saved the Sword? And she left him alone even though he doesn’t have his memories? Also, why do none of their parents know about that? And up until this point, there were always three of them going on the Quest. But now that Bloom is actually needed somewhere else she is going even though she could have left it to Stella, Layla and Flora? Come on!
- Didn’t the pendant sink in the ocean on Earth? Where are the selkies now? And how come Flora’s selkie decided that she will know who the pendant belongs to? You know, out of the infinite number of people in the whole universe. The fact that she just so happens to actually know is yet another too convenient convenience but still.
- The mimicry fish are adorable and I love them.
- Wait, can any selkie open any portal? I thought they could only open the portals that they were guarding. But then Winx shouldn’t have been able to pass from Domino back to wherever Tritannus attacked - Andros maybe?
- Love how Marion instantly jumped away when the Trix attacked despite how much her outfit must weigh. And you’re telling me that Oritel is the fighter between the two of them? Yeah, right. Just please, let her use her magic to stop the Trix. We know she has it! Don’t make her look helpless because she is far from it.
- Well, of course, even the oceans of Domino are the best and have the rarest fish even though it is the planet of the Dragon Fire and Andros is the center of all oceans. Makes perfect sense.
- Okay, Marion and Oritel are definitely giving waaaay different vibes from the ones in the movies but I have to say that I kinda like how fierce they are. Not @ Oritel’s “Still have it in you?” because duh, she obviously does and even more so than you do, Oritel, but other than that I love how smoothly they just switch from celebration to a fight that is potentially for their lives. Also, I like that Sky gets to fight with them... Or at least he was supposed to.
- Yes, the one time Bloom is there, the others are completely useless. Also, that thing is not a coral. Wasn’t the Gem supposed to be in the jaws of the coral, not whatever the hell this fish is. And how is it in its mouth? How does it not ingest it when it eats? This doesn’t make sense.
- Love whatever Marion did there with shooting magic out of her sword. However, I don’t like the fact that the writers have forgotten she has magic and is not defenseless without a sword. And how did that trick even work? She could have just turned around and seen that it wasn’t the real Oritel. Not to mention that if Oritel knows the Trix are descendants of the Ancestral Witches, Marion does too aka she should have known that one of them has illusion powers. Given the fact that they fought a whole war against Lysslis, I am pretty sure she has faced similar tricks before and should have known better.
- Please, tell me the creature was supposed to vanish and it wasn’t Bloom that vaporized it from inside. Also, I so totally knew the last gem would be green. It made perfect sense.
- At least they remembered that Oritel’s sword is supposed to be special because it has Dragon Fire in it.
- Bloom and Sky saving her parents “together” makes no sense because Sky doesn’t have magic. So it wasn’t him that helped her save them but the sword.
- Their declarations of love were kinda undermined by him remembering and in such stupid way. Like, all the progress he made in restoring their relationship and even remembering a little wouldn’t have mattered if he hadn’t gotten the pendant back. Aka his blockage wasn’t actually going away. It was still there which means that his emotions were not getting worked out.
- I know Marion and Oritel will not go help save Daphne even though that would be the only logical thing and I am so fucking mad about it, you don’t even know.
5x13:
- Oh, god! They changed even the intro and the 3D animation is as ugly as I remember it to be. Love how they also spoil the fact that the girls will get Sirenix in this episode. Not that the title of the episode doesn’t.
- I have beef with this recap. That fish that had the Gem of Courage was so totally not a shark. It just wasn’t. I’m no shark expert but that was definitely not a shark. It looks like some fish you can find in the depths (I don’t remember their name) but it sure as hell ain’t a fucking shark.
- What training? They need to go get Daphne! Also, they handled Believix just fine. If Alfea had given them proper education, they should be able to control any transformation. Like, those should operate according to some goddamn logic.
- If Daphne hadn’t already told him, then why did she do it now? Man, he should have just made her talk before he told the Trix to leave Domino. Now that they were no longer there, Daphne didn’t have any reason to talk. She must have known that Bloom would find their parents so Tritannus lost his leverage. This is so nonsensical.
- What the hell does it mean that they have to look inside themselves? How is that gonna lead them to lake Roccaluche? The only one connected to it is Bloom because Daphne is her sister. This is ridiculous.
- How big is that lake and why does it look exactly the same way that the sea does? There is a difference between sweet water bodies and salt water bodies and the life inside them, you know, writers.
- Why would there be a protection system to guard the source of a whole ass goddamn transformation? It makes much more sense that anyone could just walk in and destroy it in 0.3 seconds.
- They just had to say that they will keep exhibiting the three virtues the Gems represented in order to get the location of the source of Sirenix? Man, really? Ugh, that is just so... ridiculously frustrating.
- For people who can lose their magic the same day, they sure don’t seem to be worried. Lounging and all.
- They know Tritannus was there. Obviously that is the explanation as to why the selkies did not find them.
- Yes, they totally look like they’ve “got this”.
- I actually liked the fact that Bloom had to give up finding out where Daphne is in order to save the lake. Seeing all the panicked animals rush around really drives home what is going on because they will all die if the lake dries completely.
- Oh, I am totally going to cry over Daphne’s anguish here. This looks so brutal. But here’s a thought for you. The whole power of Sirenix was put under a curse, right? Then why didn’t the Trix get affected by it? And if the Sirenix power is removed from Daphne, shouldn’t the curse disappear as well?
- Love how they forgot about the part where Sirenix was cursed even before Tritannus messed with the source.
- I hate the Sirenix transformation. It is the ugliest one to me and why did they have to go and give them streaks? The 3D look was bad enough already. Only the Trix’ Sirenix design is worse than this. (No, actually whatever the hell is happening to the Trix in the end of season 7 is the worst design idea they have ever had but I haven’t watched that.)
- So they didn’t need the selkies to enter the Infinite Ocean? Then how come that is what Tritannus needed? What the hell is wrong with the logistics of this whole thing?
- Where did all these minions come from? Did whatever he did to the... stone? thingy poison the nearby water and turn all creatures into his minions? Didn’t that work only on merfolk? If so, the Infinite Ocean seems overpopulated.
- They totally could have had Marion and Oritel in this but once Tritannus took Daphne into the Infinite Ocean, they would have needed to let Winx handle the rescue mission because the two of them wouldn’t be able to enter the Infinite Ocean. And boom, problem solved. They don’t have to drag Oritel and Marion through every episode while they still could have shown that they cared. Idk what was so complicated about that.
Part 2 can be found here.
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I Still Love You (Daryl x Reader)
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Y/N's POV:
"Y/N...Y/N.....Y/N!"
I jolted up from my once peaceful slumber looking around frantically. My eyes soon fell upon Michonne looking at me with her hands rested on her hips. "Ughhh it's too early," I said as I plopped back down onto my sleeping bag. I heard Michonne smack her teeth before I felt a slight tap on my calf. I didn't react knowing that it was one of Michonne's annoying attempts to get me up. Soon another kick came but this one was followed by a sharp pain causing me to wince in pain. "Ok ok, I'm up" I whined finally rolling out of the warmth of my blankets. "Why did you wake me anyways" I grumbled as I started to get dressed.
"We need you for a run," Michonne said, smirking at her victory. "We" I questioned changing my shirt. "Me and Daryl," Michonne said as her smirk grew and I froze, turning to look at her. She happened to be one of the few people that knew about my long time crush on the 40-year-old redneck. I could feel the blush rise to my cheeks as I thought about him but those thoughts were interrupted by Michonne's laughs of entertainment. "We leave in 5," She said, finally exiting my tent leaving me to my own thoughts. "This should be fun" I sighed as I continued getting dressed.
When I finished getting dressed I took a good look at myself in the broken mirror I had in my tent. "I look good," I said admiring my reflection. I wore a pair of black ripped jeans, a white crop top, and black combat boots. After I brushed out my hair I grabbed my machete and headed outside. When I stepped outside I took a deep breath of the warm breeze that flew past my face, surprisingly it was a nice day. I looked around smiling at everyone at camp when I spotted Daryl and Michonne taking among themselves by the pick-up truck we used for runs. I quickly made my way over causing them both to look in my direction. " Hey guys," I said cheerfully while Michonne gave me a nod as if to say 'hey'. "It's about damn time," Daryl said, giving me a look that I couldn't read. "Shut up Dixon" I spoke rolling my eyes as I walked to the passenger side of the truck. "You betta watch your mouth sunshine," Daryl said with a slight growl which sent a tingle down my spine.
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The drive to our destination was completely silent and It was me driving crazy. Without thinking I started digging around in the glove box looking for some type of CD. "Hey! What are you-" Daryl started but didn't finish as he saw me pull out my favorite CD with a wide grin on my face. "Don't. You. Dare" Daryl said already knowing what I was implying. I quickly slipped the CD in as my favorite song started to play.
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Seasons change and our love went cold Feed  the flame 'cause we can't let go Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away I dare you to do something I'm  waiting on you again, so I don't take the blame Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away, run away
I sang as I playfully caressed Daryl's face with the back of my hand. He scoffed, turning his head but I could see the slight blush that he tried to hide. I smirked as a light-bulb went off in my head.
I said so, I knew that this was doomed from the get-go You thought that it was special, special But it was just the sex though, the sex though
As I sang those lyrics I let my hand travel down to his thigh inching closer and closer to his groin. He quickly grabbed my hand stopping it from moving any further as he swerved the truck nearly driving off the road. "What the hell" Michonne yelled from the back seat as she held on for dear life. Looking at Daryl's face, I couldn't contain my laughter as I could tell he was still processing what had just happened. When we made it to our destination we all got out and grabbed our weapons and duffle bags. We were at some type of grocery store that was definitely zombie territory but nobody seemed to care as we walked towards the glass doors. Before I could open the door I was yanked back causing me to yelp. I turned to see it was Daryl and Michonne gave him a look of confusion. "Daryl what the h-" I started but was quickly interrupted, "Wait," Daryl said banging on the dirty store window. I looked at Michonne who just shrugged until we were greeted with the loud moaning of walkers pressed against the glass.
"Doesn't look like there's too many of them. You guys ready" Daryl said looking back at us before swinging open the door. Five walkers came limping out and I smirked unsheathing my machete. I ran up to the first walker I saw as I sliced off the top of its head with no effort. "Y/N behind you" I heard Daryl say as I turned around stabbing a walker that was creeping towards me. When we took out all the walkers we each gave a nod as we entered the store. After seeing that the coast was clear, we each went our separate ways looking up and down the isles for supplies.
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When I was finally alone I let out a huge sigh that I didn't even know I was holding in. 'What the hell was that back in the truck? Why the fuck did Y/N-' "You ok" Michonne said stripping me from my current trance. "I'm fine" I mumbled making my way around her but she quickly grabbed my arm causing me to look at her. She was..... smiling? That was new. "You like her" she simply said with a devilish smirk. My eyes widened and my breath hitched. "I-I don't know what you're talking about" I stuttered uncontrollably. This caused her eyes to go wide "I knew it" she laughed shaking her head as she walked away. Now it was my turn to grab her. "Listen. If you say a word about this-" I started to threaten but she quickly put a hand up. "I won't but you will," Michonne said escaping my grip and walking off leaving me a bit confused. 'What did she mean by that'.  
Y/N's POV:
My bag was almost filled with supplies when I came across an aisle that had packs of ammo scattered across the floor. "Oop bingo," I said to myself smiling as I started tossing them into my bag. In the midst of me doing so, the back door of the store slammed open as walkers started piling in out of nowhere. "WALKERS!!" I yelled, grabbing my machete swinging it every which way. "C'MON" I heard Daryl yell as we started running towards the front of the store. Before I made it out the door I realized I left my bag, we needed those supplies. "I have to go back for my duffle" I quickly said, not giving anyone a chance to stop me. " Y/N NO" I heard Michonne scream but I didn't care. I ran back to where I left my duffle bag making it there with no problem, getting back to the front was gonna be the issue. I looked around and started to slowly panic. I was completely surrounded by snarling walkers and they were all making their way towards me.
"I ain't going down with a fight," I said once again pulling out my machete. Just when I was about to start attacking, I saw a smoke bomb roll towards me as it started to dispense. "RUN!" I heard someone yell. It was Daryl! I wasted no time as I ran out the front doors of the store with Michonne slamming the door behind me. I crumbled to my knees trying to catch my breath feeling proud of myself. "What the hell were you thinking?" I heard Michonne scold as I started laughing a bit. She looked at me like I was crazy until I showed what was inside my duffel. "We needed this stuff," I said looking up at her and Daryl. She looked at me and then opened the bag causing her eyes to widen at the stash. "Woah" was Michonne's only response as she dug around the duffle bag full of supplies and ammo. I had a huge smile of accomplishment on my face until I made eye contact with Daryl who was clearly pissed.
"What kinda stunt were you trying to pull huh? YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN YOURSELF KILLED" Daryl yelled causing me to flinch. 'What the hell was his problem?' Before Michonne and I could respond to his outburst he stormed off towards the truck mumbling something that I couldn't hear. I looked at Michonne confused and she gave me a soft smile. "Go talk to him, I'll finish sorting through this," She said gesturing towards the supplies. I gave her a nod in response and ran towards the truck to see Daryl doing something with his bow. "Daryl..." I spoke making him look at me as he gave me an eye roll. "What the hell do ya want" He spat with venom laced in his tone. This is what ticked me off. "What do you mean what do I want? What the hell was that back there" I questioned getting closer to him. He balled up his fist and flared his nose as he looked at me with such hatred.
We stood in silence staring each other down for at least 2 minutes before I had the nerve to speak again. "I'm waiting" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. Daryl ran his hand over his face and he laughed, still clearly angry. "YOU wanna know what my problem is? The problem is YOU. Because YOU made me fall for YOU. YOU MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU" Daryl yelled swinging his arm around in agitation like he always does.
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Shock overcame my body and I just stood there. 'In love?' He looked like he wanted to say something else but I quickly stopped him by pressing my lips against his. At first, I felt him try to reject me but he soon kissed me back with just as much force. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist and I had never felt so safe, this felt right. The kiss started to get a bit heated but before anything could progress, we both heard a laugh making us jump away from each other. We were both blushing like crazy looking up to see Michonne holding all three duffel bags. "If y'all are done sucking each other faces off, I would love some help with these," she said setting the bags on the ground. Me and Daryl made eye contact and quickly looked away from each other as we started to load the truck again. When Daryl wasn't looking Michonne grabbed my arm with a smirk. "Looks like someone getting fucked later" she whispered in my ear causing my cheeks to burn. I gasped and playfully slapped her arm making her laugh. "What's so funny," Daryl asked when he was done putting everything in the truck. "NOTHING" I yelled before Michonne could speak and I quickly hopped back in the passenger seat. Daryl and Michonne joined me a few seconds later as we pulled off driving back to camp.
Once again the ride was quiet leaving me to my thoughts. I smiled as I looked out the window at the passing trees as I thought about today's events, then I remembered something. I slowly grabbed Daryl's hand in mine and to my surprise, he squeezed it gently. "I love you too" I whispered just enough for him to hear. I saw him smile a little at my words as he kissed my hand gently, never taking his eyes off the road.
"I know Y/N"
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24.    Blizzard
Fandom: GOT7
Sickie: Yugyeom
Caregiver: GOT6
 Jaebeom’s POV.:
The news had been warning of a blizzard headed towards our town for the last few days which was expected to hit within the next two days. People were asked to stay at home if possible and avoid leaving the safety of a building. We were compiling a shopping list to stock up on foods and other necessities to get us over the duration of the storm. Well, mostly Mark, Jinyoung and I were. Jackson, Youngjae and Bambam were just adding different chips flavors, claiming if they were stuck inside, they’d have to have movie nights. I turned around when I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Hyung, could you also add tissues, cough drops and maybe cold medicine to the list?”, Yugyeom asked shyly, causing me to frown. “Why? Are you sick?”, I asked, studying his face for any signs of illness. He scratched his neck awkwardly. “No. But, I don’t know, I think I might be coming down with something. Not sure though. Might be wrong. Just thought if the storm really gets as bad as they’re saying, it’d suck having to go out then”, rambling, he avoided my eyes. “Yah, the maknae’s right. Better safe then sorry”, Jinyoung announced, noting the youngest’s request along with some other emergency stuff Jackson blurted out. “Guys, don’t overreact. We’ll be stuck for a few days. A week at most and we might still be able to go out during the storm, but yeah, Yugyeom got a point”, I reasoned. We were finishing up our shopping list and I was arguing with myself whether to drag the annoying trio consisting of Jackson, Youngjae and Bambam with me to the stores, so they could spend some time out of the dorm before being stuck there for a short while or to leave them behind for the sake of my nerves. They made the decision themselves, claiming they needed to make sure we wouldn’t forget their chips. Jinyoung also tagged along at the pleading look I sent him, to keep them in check. Mark wanted to stay at home and Yugyeom had already disappeared back to his room when the five of us left for the stores.
 Yugyeom’s POV.:
I sat on my bed after the awkward conversation with my hyungs. I was most certainly coming down with something, if I wasn’t already. There was a dull pressure behind my eyes and my throat burned every time I swallowed. Luckily, it wasn’t audible in my voice quite yet, so nobody could tell. Scrolling through my phone, my thoughts anxiously wandered back to being stuck with the entire group in a small apartment for days. It had been a while since all members were home at the same time and usually I would have been happy about us all spending some time together without at least one member missing but I didn’t feel so well. I don’t like my members to know when I don’t feel good. They always worry so much and it makes me uncomfortable. The more members are home, the more likely it is for somebody to notice. Especially after I spoke up about my concern earlier but I had to. I didn’t feel like leaving the house and I also didn’t feel like secretly stocking up but I also knew I might really need some stuff, so giving a small hint was the only option I had. The phone fell from my hand, shifting my attention to the tremors in my fingers. To fidgety to sit still, I got up from my bed and decided to get a drink, hoping to find some kind of distraction on the way to the kitchen. The dorm was quiet as I padded to the kitchen. I had some troubles pouring me a glass of juice, getting startled by Mark who had appeared behind me seemingly out of nowhere and spilling some. He apologized for sneaking up on me and helped me clean before grabbing himself a snack, which was the reason he had come to the kitchen in the first place.
I was about to flee back to my room when I felt his hand on my shoulder. Turning back around, I tried to mask the fear in my eyes. “What’s up, Gyeommie?” – “Haha, nothing much”, my hand went up to scratch the back of my head. “You know, I can tell something’s not right. It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it but you know you can always come to me”, he smiled sadly and I considered my options. Right now, it only was the two of us and I knew Mark, he would stay quiet if I asked him to. It would be nice to get my worries of my chest by simply saying them out loud and for that Mark was probably the first choice as a listener anyways. He was about to walk away, only stopping when I grabbed his wrist. “C-Can we talk in my room?”
Without a word, Mark had followed me to my room, sitting next to me on my bed while still keeping some distance between us which I was very thankful for. “Umm, it’s about w-what I asked Jaebeom-h-hyung to add to the shopping list”, I started nervously, trying to keep my voice steady. Not daring to look at my oldest hyung, I stared at my hands, watching my fingers pick at each other’s nails. Mark stayed quiet, waiting for me to continue, only to realize that I wasn’t going to. “You are afraid of falling ill?”, he asked sympathetically and I nodded not daring to meet his eyes. “Can you pin-point exactly what is scaring you about it? Because you know, we’d all be there to make sure you’ll be fine in the end”, he followed his first guess up. “I-I think that is what is scaring me. This might sound weird but w-when you are worried, you all pay s-so much attention to me. I-I don’t want attention. I-It’s too much. I don’t know how to handle it and with more members at home, it’ll only be more eyes on me. It’s freaking me out, I just want to hide away and only come out when I’m all better”, cutting myself off when my breathing picked up pace, I realized what I had just admitted. “So, you’re already not feeling that well”, Mark asked carefully and I could only nod, praying he wouldn’t see my blush. Humming in thought he shifted around a bit. “You know, it’s alright if you get sick. I’m sure the others will respect it if you ask them to not bother you for a while. Yeah, maybe they will struggle a bit with stopping themselves because you are still somehow our baby. But if they know how much it stresses you out to be the center of attention, maybe we can still support you while giving you some space”, he mused. Meeting his eyes, I gave him a soft smile, feeling glad that I had opened up to my hyung. “Thanks”, I whispered, looking back at my hands “That really helped”. “Always. Are you alright with telling me how you’re feeling right now? Like are you already sick or just on the verge of it?”, he questioned carefully, afraid of taking his inquisition to far. “Umm, it’s not too bad yet. My throat is a little sore and I can feel the pressure of a cold that’s not there yet in my head but yeah, it’s probably just coming on in some time”, I tried to describe the sensation as best as I could. “Alright. You know you can come to any of us when it does and you want or need something. I’ll try to convince the others of giving you some space as well when you need it but that also means that although we’ll check on you, we’re relying on you to come to us, ok?”, he reminded me and I nodded because it seemed like a reasonable compromise. “Get some rest while it’s still quiet here”, he joked, getting up to leave. “Hyung”, I called out as his hand rested on the door handle “Thank you”.
I had actually managed to take a nap in the middle of the afternoon and woke up to loud bickering from the living room. Sighing, I picked up my phone to check the time and found a text from Mark, reading over it a few times before typing back.
Mark
Hey, what you said earlier got me thinking a bit because I still remember our pre-debut and early debut days. You always envied Bambam when he was babied and treated as the maknae when that would have actually been your spot. That’s why I was a bit surprised when we talked earlier…
Yugyeom
Yeah, I remember that too
Mark
What made you change your mind?
Yugyeom
Umm I don’t know
I had always wished for that kind of treatment back then
I guess I still do when thinking about it sometimes
But
It has never been that way
When I’m suddenly treated like this I don’t know how to feel about it.
It feels strange, I’m not used to it
I don’t know how to react and just get awkward
And I don’t like being awkward
I don’t know if that explanation makes sense, it’s kinda hard to put it into words
Mark
I can see your point, though it’s sad
Thank you for being so open
Yugyeom
Thank you for trying to understand
 I rolled off my bed, the progressive achiness in my muscles forcing me to suppress a groan. Making my way to the living room, I immediately ran into Youngjae who was bragging about all the snacks they had bought and which movies were planned to be watched over the next few days. I didn’t really pay attention to him, his loud voice was giving me a headache. Trying to be a good maknae, I helped the older hyungs unpack their shopping bags, sorting the groceries into the kitchen cabinets. There was some chaos in the kitchen till everything was stored away. The question of what to cook for dinner arose, reminding me that I didn’t have much of an appetite at all. That’s why I stayed quiet during the loud discussion that broke out, opting for just taking a shower and then listen to music till I was called to the table to have dinner.
The shower had been nice. I had turned the water up hotter than usual as it soothed the heaviness in my limbs. Standing under the hot stream of water, it was only then that I had realized that I had been feeling cold before, turning the water temperature even higher. I sat at the dinner table with my hair still damp because I was to tired to handle the noise of the hairdryer. My appetite still nonexistent, I was mostly just pushing my food around, only taking bites when I felt someone watching me. Most of the time when I looked up to see who was watching me, I was met with Mark’s encouraging smile and although I appreciated his support, I regretted talking to him earlier because I could tell he was observing me closely now. That’s why after I had only finished half of my dinner, I didn’t dare hide away in my room and forced myself to join the others for a movie. Had anyone asked me about the storyline by the end of it, I wouldn’t have been able to recount it, spending most of the movie’s duration fighting to stay awake. How could I be this tired after having an afternoon nap? We all told each other ‘good night’ before going to our respective rooms.
“Hey, you still awake?”, Bambam uttered. “Mhm” – “Are you also nervous about the blizzard coming?” – “Why hyung?” – “I don’t know. I should be used to intense storms, since there were often bad ones in Thailand but something about the fact that there’ll be snow makes me fidgety”, Bambam admitted. “Don’t worry, there’ll be no difference. We just need to distract ourselves while we can’t go out. I doubt that will be difficult with all the movies you guys have planned, besides, there are also video games”, I mumbled into my pillow. “Right, thanks Gyeommie. Sleep well.” – “Good night hyung.”
I tried going to sleep like Bambam had told me but now my afternoon nap was biting me in the ass. Despite being exhausted, I didn’t feel sleepy at all, so I kept tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position. Although I managed to nod off at some point, I only slept for ten to twenty minutes at a time, constantly waking up again. At 3am I had given up on proper sleep, instead putting my headphones in and only dozing while listening to a calm playlist. Around 5am I pulled myself out of my sleepy haze to go to the bathroom. On the way back to my room I was becoming more and more aware of a general feeling of unwellness that had settled over me. My throat ached as much as yesterday, while the pressure in my head had turned into a dull, pounding headache. It was impossible to breathe through my blocked nose and the tingling at the back of my nostrils became more prominent by the minute, not strong enough to make me sneeze though.
In hopes some water would sooth my throat, I grabbed my phone, headphones and a blanket, venturing to the living room to put my stuff down before getting a drink from the kitchen. Sitting my water slowly, I settled on the couch, covering my legs and lap with the blanket before putting my headphones back in, trying to doze again fore a bit longer after finishing my drink.
 Jinyoung’s POV.:
I got up early today, wanting to prepare a more time-consuming breakfast then usual to celebrate the start of the holiday season. Having discussed this with Bambam who had pleaded to let me join him, I made my way to the maknaes’ shared bedroom, furrowing my brows at weird noises I heard coming from the living room. I decided to wake Bambam up first before checking for the source of the noise because I’d like to have another member with me if there was an intruder. Sneaking into the room, to not accidentally wake Yugyeom too, I find the maknae’s bed empty, finally identifying the noises from the living room as Yugyeom’s typical, high-pitched half-stifles. Getting worried about the number of sneezes I had heard, I gently but quickly shake the rapper’s arm to get him to wake up. When I was sure he wouldn’t go back to sleep, I left to check on our youngest in the living room.
Yugyeom was sitting on the couch, holding a blanket up to his face in an attempt to muffle his sneezes. I approached him trying not to startle him, since he seemed too occupied to notice me presence. When he finally caught a break for a bit and lowered the blanket, I carefully spoke up, making him jump a bit. “Good morning” – “Oh by god, Hyu’g. You albost gave be a heart attack. Dob’t do that! Ugh, good bording”, he stammered, the shock still visible on his face. “Are you feeling alright? You sure have been sneezing a lot…”, I quizzed, studying his face. “Yeah *sniff* by dose is jus’ really itchy”, he sniffed, rubbing at his watery eyes. “Caught a cold?”, I observed, knowing my chance of an honest answer was higher if I approached the issue head-on. “Hah’ktCHhsx! *sniff* probably”, he admitted, dropping his head in his hands. “How long have you been awake already? It’s still early” – “Dod’t kdow. Did’t really sleep”, he whined muffled by congestion. “Do you think you could sleep now?”, I asked, receiving a shake of his head. “Alright, Bambam and I are going to make dinner, why don’t you try to at least doze a bit? I’ll make you some tea in a bit”, I offered and he nodded, laying back: “Thagks, hyu’g”.
The water in the kettle just started to boil when Bambam shuffled into the kitchen, seeminly still half-asleep. “Hyung, Yugyeom’s gone”, he yawned. “Nope, he’s in the living room, didn’t you see him”, I chuckled at the confused look on the rapper’s face as he had passed by his roommate without noticing him. *“hh’NGtx’ch! ha’INGTch“* “Ah, yes, that is definitely him. How did I not notice? I need coffee”, he stated. I poured the water over a teabag to let it steep before making coffee for both of us. “Could you bring that cup to Yugyeom while ours cool, so we can get started afterwards?”, I asked, pushing the tea closer to Bambam. “Sure, is he sick or something?”, he frowned. “Yeah, caught a cold last night”, I explained, already gathering some cooking utensils we were going to need. Bambam nodded before making his way to the living room.
 Bambam’s POV.:
I wasn’t sure whether my only dongsaeng was awake by the way he was curled up on the couch which was way too small for him to fit on it properly. That was till he jolted up with a harsh sneeze. He rubbed at his face, groaning before his watery eyes met mine. “Hey, heard you’re not doing so great. Jinyoung made you tea”, I smiled handing him the cup. “Thagks”, he mumbled, blowing into the steam to make the tea cool down faster. I patted his shoulder sympathetically before returning to Jinyoung. Mark had talked to us all, except for Yugyeom, yesterday while the maknae was in the shower. He prepared us that the youngest was most likely falling ill over the next few days and that he was scared of getting more affection than he knew how to handle. We agreed that if he was to be ill, we would give him some space while still trying to discreetly show him some love. I was really insecure about how I was going to do that, afraid I would either be taking it too far or treat him too coldly. For now, I just wanted him to rest so I helped Jinyoung with breakfast, attempting to distract myself. My thoughts however, kept going back to Yugyeom and the fact that he was scared of our affection. I still remembered it being different and him actually being really down because he didn’t get as much as I did because he wasn’t short and cute.
The group had gradually woken up and shuffled into the kitchen, laying the table and taking in the sight in the living room. It wasn’t that big of a surprise, since everyone had expected the maknae to fall ill, just not that soon. Even Youngjae and Jackson kept the noise down because the soft, congested snores indicated that Yugyeom had actually managed to fall asleep. I was about to wake him when breakfast was ready but Jinyoung stopped me, claiming Yugyeom had been unable to sleep most of the night, so we should just let him rest and save him some food.
After we finished eating, we quietly cleared the table, Mark and Jaebeom doing the dishes, since Jinyoung and I had cooked. Youngjae, Jackson and I went to brush our teeth while Jinyoung carefully stepped into the living room.
 Jinyoung’s POV.:
I had expected for the youngest to still be asleep but when I walked in, he was sitting at the edge of the couch about to get up. I took a seat next to him on the couch, facing him. “How do you feel after sleeping a bit?”, hummed, scanning his features for any giveaways about his physical condition. His eyes and nose had tinted an irritated shade of pink that matched the blush on his cheeks while the rest of his face looked paler than usual. “I’b ok. Just really wiped”, he rasped, voice scratchier than before. “Worse than earlier?” – a nod- “Can I check if you have a fever? Your cheeks look like it” – another nod- I reached out to first brush my hand against his forehead before cupping his cheek, keeping it there a bit longer than I would have needed to notice the heat against my skin, as I felt the younger lean into my touch. Before pulling away completely, I ran my hand through his hair stating: “You definitely do have a fever.” He hummed in acknowledgement, fiddling with the sleeve of the hoodie he had slipped on. “Do you feel up to having breakfast? We saved you some, since we didn’t want to wake you” – “Thagks hyu’g. Dot so hu’gry yet. Ughh what’s up with by voice?”, he croaked, trying but failing to clear his voice. “I thigk I’ll just go back to by bed”, he continued, sounding just as bad as before. “Ok, well since you can’t yell if you need something, just shoot a text, yeah? Rest well”, I squeezed his shoulder comfortingly before getting back up. He thanked me quietly before wobbling back to his room looking ready to crash.
Remembering the cough drops we had bought yesterday, I swiftly followed him, brushing my knuckles against the door before entering. He looked up at me expectantly as I put the bag of cough drops on his nightstand. “Might help your voice some”, I explained, leaving him to get some rest.
 Mark’s POV.:
It had been a few hours since we had last seen Yugyeom. It was almost lunchtime and he hadn’t eaten anything yet, so I went to check on him. I was expecting him to be asleep but found him curled into a tight ball under his blankets crying softly. “Hey, I came to see how you’re holding up. Not that great, huh?”, I murmured, sitting back next to him. He shook his head, wiping at his face. “What’s wrong?” – “Feel shitty”, he whimpered, his voice cracking. “Can you describe me what feels shitty? Then I can try to find you some medicine” – “By head is goi’g to explode sood, my throat’s burding a’d by dose itches so badly but I cad sdeeze. Everythi’g hurts soo buch a’d I’b cold”, he croaked, tears spilling over again. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I scratched his scalp, knowing it would calm him down eventually. “Aww shit, you’re burning up”, I cooed, flinching as I touched his forehead. He just whimpered scooting closer to me and I felt like during our pre-debut days. “I really think you could use some medicine, Gyeommie. But that means you’d have to eat a few bites first. Can you do that for me?”, I pleaded, continuing to play with his hair. “Really dot hu’gry, hyu’g”, he rasped, frowning at the thought of food. “I know. It doesn’t even have to be much. We made some soup, just eat a bit and then you can have medicine”, I settled, texting Jinyoung to bring us a small bowl of soup.
Jinyoung kept the maknae company while he ate and I went through the bathroom cabinets to find the right types of medicine. Choosing a painkiller, fever-reducer and a decongestant for good measure, I grabbed a bottle of water before returning to Yugyeom’s room. With Jinyoung’s encouragement, the sickie had managed to choke down the entire bowl, which to be fair wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. Before he lay back down again, I handed him the pills and opened the waterbottle so he could wash them down. Jinyoung and I exchanged a long look, debating if and which one of us should stay to watch over our dongsaeng, afraid that both of us would overwhelm him. “Gyeommie, do you want any of us to keep you company?”, Jinyoung asked pulling the blanket up, so it would cover Yugyeom’s shoulder. “I-I’b ok od by owd” – “That’s not what I asked, brownie”, he frowned. “Ugh, could you stay, hyu’g”, he uttered so quiet that both of us almost missed it as he hesitantly reached for Jinyoung’s hand. “You don’t even have to ask”, Jinyoung smiled as he got comfortable on the bed as well, pulling the maknae into his arms.
I left them, only sneaking back in shortly to put a pot of tea along with a cup onto the nightstand, before meeting the rest of the group in the living room. Youngjae and Bambam were engaged in a tricky videogame task, while Jaebeom and Jackson commented, trying to be helpful but actually only being a distraction to the two players. Jaebeom was the first to notice my presence, worry evident in his eyes: “How is he doing?” – “Worse than earlier. His fever went up, making him emotional. Jinyoung’s staying with him for now”, I sighed, plopping down next to the others. Bambam paused the game, frowning: “Can we do anything to cheer him up? I can’t stand him being sad.” I shrugged not really sure on what to do to cheer the youngest up. “What about hot chocolate and cuddles while watching a movie?”, Youngjae suggested. “Yeah, chocolate always helps, as do cuddles”, Jackson agreed. “I don’t know. Let’s wait till the medicine is working and he feels less dead, then you can ask if he feels up for it”, I reasoned, amused at their enthusiasm to help our dongsaeng. “Ok, but we can prepare now already”, Bambam announced, turning the console off completely. They shooed Jaebeom and me off the couch to extend it to a make-shift bed, piling heaps of pillows and blankets onto it. “You really do want all of us to get sick”, Jaebeom laughed, imagining all seven members huddled together in front of the TV. “If it makes Yugyeom happy, why not?”, Jackson shrugged, dumping the last few pillows he could find.
Feeling not in the position to kill their drive, I went to the kitchen to prepare a large pot of hot cocoa, though I was a bit worried. What if Yugyeom didn’t want to join us? Sure, we’d cuddle, watch movies and drink hot chocolate anyways for the sake of the three members who put so much effort into creating a cozy space. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t be crushed by the maknae turning down their invitation though. I just hoped he’d want and also enjoy us all spending some time together. Deep in thought, I got startled by the hand Jaebeom placed onto my shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”, he hummed, cringing at the amount of chocolate I was adding. “I’m a bit Yugyeom doesn’t want to join us or will only do it for the sake of the others”, I confided in the leader. Checking the time, I noticed that it had already bin 45 minutes since I had given the youngest his medicine so I decided it should be working by now. “Jaebeom, could you go ask him and Jinyoung while I fill this into cups?”, I looked at him pleading, gesturing towards the pot and he nodded walking off.
 Yugyeom’s POV.:
Despite Jinyoung’s best attempts to lure me to sleep by petting my hair, I was unable to find rest. That’s why I appreciated my hyung’s presence even more. I really didn’t want to suffer by myself. The medicine Mark had given me was slowly taking effect, the pounding in my had been reduced to a dull ache and I think my fever went down a bit too, since my brain didn’t feel as hazy as before. A short knock on the door caused me to look up as Jinyoung softly answered: “Come in!” The door opened revealing our group’s leader who crouched next to me. “Hey, are you feeling a bit better?”, he asked, brushing the hair out of my face so he could see me better. I nodded, yearning for him to touch me like that again. Our leader is rarely that soft but when he is, it’s really precious. “The troublemakers set up a huge pillow- and blanket-pile in the living room, hoping you’d join them for cuddles and a movie. Mark made hot chocolate and although there are about two kilos more chocolate in there than I think could ever taste good, I’m sure you’d like it”, he exaggerated, making me smile a bit. My hyung really disliked sweet stuff. He already had me at ‘cuddles’ because, right now I was yearning for some affection, spoken or physical didn’t matter. With how low I felt, I also didn’t really care about what might be awkward as long as they’d distract me from my suffering. I gave a small nod, letting the leader pull me to my feet as Jinyoung got up as well. Seeing me stumble with dizziness, they both stayed close to support me as we slowly made our way to the living room.
Jaebeom hadn’t been lying, where did we even keep that many pillows and blankets? The others’ faces lit up as they saw me and I waved at them before being pulled into a tight hug. Jaebeom and Jinyoung stepped aside laughing and I just let myself be dragged towards the couch, my friends immediately latching onto me. I didn’t mind, it was comfortable. Mark walked in, balancing a large tray with numerous cups on it, needing Jinyoung to take them off the tray and place them onto the coffee table. “Ah, Gyeommie. I wasn’t sure if you’d join us but I got you your cocoa anyways and would have just brought it to your room, had you not wanted to come”, he smiled, handing me my favorite cup. Being sandwiched between Jackson and Bambam, with Youngjae lying next to my legs, I let Jaebeom drape a blanket around my shoulders while Jinyoung turned on the TV. “Which movie do you want to watch?”, Jinyoung asked and all eyes landed on me. “Uhb, I dod’t really care. I’ll probably fall asleep id the biddle adyways”, I stammered. “It doesn’t matter if you fall asleep or not. It’s your pick anyways”, Jackson stated, as the others nodded in affirmation. “Could we watch ‘A Christbas Carol’ if you dod’t bidt?”, I requested, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. My hyungs agreed, turning on the movie before settling into the pillows as well.
After lots of shifting around over the course of the movie, I had ended up with my head in Jaebeom’s lap. The leader had absentmindedly started to play with my hair, gently scratching my scalp. It felt so good that I struggled to stay awake. My head had started to hurt again but my hyung’s hands worked like magic. Not paying attention to the movie at all anymore, I closed my eyes and failed to suppress a content sigh.
 Jaebeom’s POV.:
I heard a quiet sigh and looked down at Yugyeom’s relaxed face. His eyes were closed and I was pretty sure he had fallen asleep on me, now that he was finally accepting our affection. The medicine was probably wearing off by now, as his cheeks were flushed pink again. When he blinked his eyes open for a few seconds, proving he was still awake, I noticed the glossy look in his eyes, a dead giveaway that his fever had climbed again. He unintentionally whined when my hand stilled for a moment and I was quick to continue playing with his hair. Jinyoung and I exchanged a look, both well aware that our youngest was feeling really bad. He would never ask for physical comfort but right now it seemed he desperately needed it. The movie soon ended but none of us dared to move. Jackson cooed at the maknae lying comfortably in my lap and I shot the rapper a glare, warning him not to make fun of the situation. “Gyeommie, are you awake?”, I whispered quietly as to not wake him should he have fallen asleep. He wasn’t asleep however, blinking at me. “Do you want to go back to bed and sleep?”, I asked, watching him struggle to stay awake. “Do, I’b cobfy. Dod’t bove”, he rasped, closing his eyes again. “Guys, why don’t you just put on another movie?”, Mark asked, observing our youngest. Sharing a look, we all agreed without words that we’d sit the entire night, watching Christmas movies, as long as Yugyeom was comfortable.
 Bambam’s POV.:
Somewhere during the third movie of the night, all my members had fallen asleep. Yugyeom was the first to nod off. He lay passed out with his head in Jaebeom’s lap, light congested snores coming from his direction. I was the only one awake at this point, continuing to watch movies by myself. They gave me a distraction from what was going on outside our dorm. Over the last few hours, the wind had picked up and I could hear it whistle past our windows. The rational part of my brain told me that we were fine inside the building, it was warm, we had light, everything was ok. To me it didn’t feel ok though. My stomach was in anxious knots as I tried to ignore the noise outside. It worked alright till suddenly everything went pitch black and I wasn’t able to see anything at all anymore. Being frozen in shock, I didn’t think to turn on my phone as a light source. All I could do was sit there and try to breathe while the sobs squeezed the air out of my lungs.
After what felt like an eternity, I almost got blinded as Mark who had woken up from my rough, choking breathing turned his phones flashlight on, shining it in my eyes. Cursing quietly, he freed himself from the blankets and hurried to my side, almost tripping over Youngjae in the process. “Hey Bammie, everything’s ok, try to breathe with me”, he instructed, holding my hand to his chest as he demonstrated slow deep breaths. But how should I believe him that everything was fine? The power had just cut off and there was a massive storm outside. Slowly there were more and more members waking up as I struggled to mirror Mark’s breathing pattern while my mind raced faster than the wind outside. After a few minutes, I could see their concerned faces through the tears in my eyes. The living room was dimly lit by candles. I was just catching my breath as Jinyoung kneeled down in front of me squeezing my knee. “Bam, can you tell me what happened?”, he asked in a hushed voice. “I was awake and then the power cut off. The wind is so strong”, I rambled, still clutching Mark’s shirt. Now that my hyungs were with me, assuring me that we were safe, it was easier for me to believe it. Jinyoung had taken my empty cocoa mug and now returned to the living room after refilling it with warm milk with honey. Still shaken, I thanked him, slowly sipping the warm drink. It was something that never failed to soothe me and of course my members knew that.
When I had finished my drink, I was finally calm again, even a bit sleepy. Mark had rubbed my back the entire time and now got up, stretching when he was satisfied I was ok. After running hot and sweating during my initial panic, I now felt cold and started to shiver a bit. Yugyeom looked at me sleepily and opened his arms. “Cobe here, hyu’g. I probise, I’b warb”, he slurred. Not having to be asked twice, I quickly got up and cuddled into the maknae’s side. He didn’t lie, the heat was still radiating off of him. “Sleep!”, he ordered with closed eyes as Jackson spread a blanket over both of us and Jaebeom turned on a Christmas playlist to drown out the noise coming from outside. I did, we all did. Despite the storm raging outside, we were safe in each others’ presence and with the candles illuminating the living room, I felt a sense of peace which I was certain the others felt too.
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slut-for-fandoms · 4 years
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Paint me yours || Part 2
Pairings: Artist!Taehyung x reader
Word count: 2k
Genre: smut, fluff, angst (in the following chapters) 
Summary:  You are an art college student who struggles with finances. Until one day, on an exhibition of the arising artist Kim Taehyung, when the same boy offers you a job as his model. Would it be just a simple job or would it complicate your life in ways you have never thought it would? 
Warnings: None in this one
PART 1
A/N: I know, I know. Its been ages since I first posted part 1, but I was struggling with a lot of things and lack of inspiration of what and how to write it. Honestly, I am not even sure how this one turned out to be, at one point I was thinking of just posting the smut part, but part of me really wants to try and build this up with all the emotions I could put into the story. I hope you like it and please leave a comment as it will mean a lot to me :) Sorry for the mistakes you are gonna face!
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Thrill. Surprise. Excitement. Nervousness. And all thanks to a small piece of paper.
“I will be looking forward to your answer, darling. ;)”
-K.T.   Number: ********95
I’ve been playing with it for the last 5 days, 17 hours and… 39 minutes ruminating whether I should call him or not. Groaning in annoyance I throw it on the bed, next to me. Running my hands through my face and hair, I close my eyes in attempt to recall the events from that night.
‘I- um what?’ my brain was so slow in processing the information, that I didn’t even realize I had spoken out loud. He only chuckled. His hand disappeared in the inside pocket of his golden coat searching for something. My confused and taken-aback self was following his movements with the hope to grasp what was happening. His long and soft fingers soon showed, holding a small piece of paper. His other hand was already holding a pen and he scrabbled something on it.
‘I’d like to work with you dear.’ he announced while handing me the paper. My eyes were moving from his aristocratic hands to his soft hazel eyes as my mouth was opened slightly making me look like a fish out of the ocean.
He licked his lower lip, then bit it trying to prevent his smile when my body somehow decided to react at take the paper.
‘You are indeed an interesting person Ms. (Y/N). Unfortunately, I need to leave but I truly hope we meet soon.’ winking he turned around and slowly excited the room. This gave me the opportunity to observe him more. Even his walk was showing gracefulness and elegance. His head was held high, showing the confidence he had and to show the respect to the people who came to ‘contemplate’ his works. He was smiling, thanking to his guests, shaking hands with them. Once he disappeared I glanced at the slip of paper in my hands.
‘(Y/N)!’ the screaming and banging on my door brought me back in the reality. Although all of this happened almost a week ago my body still reacts to any memory of him. The thought of him smiling, makes me smile too, the way his piercing eyes were looking at me causes my heart to skip a beat, his laugh…oh god his laugh. Every single fucking time I recall that boxy and cute shape of his mouth when he laughs and the sparkles that reach his eyes… ‘(Y/N)!’
‘Stop banging on the damn door, I can hear you!’ I shout back angrily.
‘Then fucking answer.’ groaning I get up from the bed and go to open the door for my roommate.
‘What?’ crossing my arms in front of my chest I lean on the door frame.
‘Dear, why the attitude?’ she looks at me concerned, ‘Are you on your period?’
‘What? No! I-‘, inhaling I try to gather myself, ‘I just have a lot of projects to finish. Don’t worry. Why were you trying to knock my door off some seconds ago?’ her face changes from worry to sympathy and then to a big smile.
‘Oh yeah, about that…’ all of a sudden the smile disappears which confuses me.
‘Come on, spill the beans.’ I wasn’t really in the mood to deal with people.
‘I need you to leave for the night?’
‘Excuse you, I what?’ I really hope she is joking with me right now.
‘Look. I do not want to do it but Jackson is crashing here tonight and I-’, she stutters as she’s trying to explain me everything.
‘You want some time alone and blah blah blah. I get it Rose but I have nowhere to go, you do know that.’ I wanted to be angry, I really wanted but I just couldn’t.
Being an art student with almost no financial support is really hard. The money my mum sends me is never enough due to fact we both come from a poor country. She works her ass off every damn day to support my dreams. Some months ago I was kicked out of my old flat because I wasn’t able to pay the rent. Thank god I had Rose as one of my really close friends to offer me her place to crash for some time until I find a place. I was feeling bad enough that I wasn’t paying anything to her and god knows how many times the fact I’ve been living with her have ruined her plans. I even started working two jobs but balancing them with my projects is almost impossible, that’s why I had to quit one of them two weeks ago.
‘I know (Y/N) but it is Jackson’s birthday. I have planned everything. I really want it to be the best evening if you know what I mean.’
Taking a deep breath I answer her.
‘I will see what I can do.’, suddenly her face was beaming with happiness.
‘Gosh, you are the best (Y/N)!’ Rose hurried to hug me with the smile never leaving her face ‘I am gonna treat you with pancakes tomorrow. I know they are your favourite.’
After that she goes to her room, probably to start preparing for tonight. Sighing, I hold my head against the door the second I close it. I turned around and looked at my phone. 11:23 am. Good. Today is Friday, my day off of one of the jobs. Maybe I can call to get a night shift? It that way I will be out almost the whole night and come back in the morning when everything is finished. Perfect! Jumping with excitement I open my phone and search for my boss’ number.
‘Hello, Mr. Kim! It’s (Y/N)!’, I speak as soon as my boss picks up.
‘Oh, Hello there (Y/N)!’, his raspy voice greets me back. I am not gonna lie, I might have or might have not had a massive crush on him when I started working. What can I say? That man is quite a walking sex on legs and nobody can resist him, ‘It is strange, I was about to call you in an hour.’, he laughs drily which makes me uncomfortable immediately. I may have not worked there for a long time but I learned how to sense his mood as it is a fast changing one.
‘Is something wrong, sir? I wanted to ask if there is a chance about taking a night shift today. I know it is my free day but I kinda need it if-’
‘About that, dear…’, he cuts me off. There is a moment of silence on the phone before he speaks, ‘I think we might not need you anymore. Do not get me wrong, dear. You have been doing more than a great job, but at this point, with Jiso coming back after he accident, we are too many people and I cannot pay everyone the deserved salary or even separate the amount of work equally between everybody.’
‘And I was the last one to join, yeah… I get it why it is me.’, I sit down on my bed, trying to compose myself and not start crying on the phone with my fucking boss. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
‘I am really sorry, (Y/N)! You are amazing, but I can’t fire the others, most of them depend on it more’, yeah because I don’t, but decided to not state it out in anger, ‘I wanted to tell you weeks before this actually happens but I just couldn’t. You can come tomorrow to get your weekly salary with some compensation from us for the situation I put you in. I will try to contact some of my business friends and allies and see if they search for somebody and recommend you.’
‘That would be very nice, thank you, sir.’
‘Again, Sorry dear! I hope you have a nice day.’
‘Yeah…’, my first were clenched and I was ready to go and storm into his office and beat the hell out of him, ‘Have a nice day, too, sir!’, I did my best to fake the nicest tone I could before hanging up.
How the hell did this happen? My anger soon turned into panic and desperation. I cannot lose my job just like that. It is completely out of the blue. I need the money. I barely pull the two ends together, and I am not even paying for a place to stay. That is horrible. That is horrible. What am I supposed to do now? I can’t tell my mum that. She will make me go back and we are already deep in debt.
Inhale! Exhale! Inhale! Exhale! Deep breaths. Everything is going to be fine! Just breathe and think. Think (Y/N)! It is mid-term, almost every possible job has already been taken by the students. I struggles so much with finding this one and the money were so good. It was pure luck. I should not have quitted being a waitress. Oh, god I am so stupid!
In frustration I lay back on the bed with my hands covering my face. But as soon as I lay down something tickles my cheek. One of hands traces the spot in order to find what the hell is on my face. I turn around to see it when my fingers wrap around it. It is the small note from Taehyung. I smile a little bit at it. It was literally the only good thing that has happened to me in the past week…wait.
I sit up abruptly and stare at the note unbelievingly. Should I? I take my phone. What if he was just joking with you? I leave the phone. Why would he? He must have given me the note with a reason? Right? Right?! My insecurities and lack of common sense fight for the next seconds.
Jesus Christ, why is it so hard to decide?
Okay, let’s see. I can text him that I am considering the offer and that it will be temporary until I find a stable job. I heard models earn a lot for such sessions. Maybe It will be enough to keep me going for now? Gosh, I hope so.
My heart is ready to leave my chest when I unlock my phone and open the contacts to dial his number. My hands are shaking while trying to write it down.
Okay, now what? What should I text him?
Hello! It is (Y/N), the desperate broke girl you offer to model for you 5 days ago.
Okay, too much info! Come on, (Y/N)! Be professional. I try to delete it but, because I am (Y/N) and luck is never on my side, I click on the send button.
Shit! Fuck! The hell! Stupid bitch! I guess I just lost the job before even being able to get it. Great. Just fucking great. Should I at least try to somehow improve the situation? To make myself not look like a fucking loser? As if the last one is possible.
All of a sudden my phone starts ringing which put me in panic mode. It’s him. What do I do? What do I do?
‘Hello?’, I curse at myself how shaky and high-pitched my voice sounded.
‘Hello, dear!’, oh my sweet gosh, his voice sounded so much better than in the memories I had from that night. It was deep, smooth, feeling as though honey was running through my veins, ‘I did not think you would ever call.’, I can sense the smile in his voice.
‘Well, my schedule is kind of full’, I wish there was somebody there to slap me and pour some sense into me.
‘I am glad you found time for me then.’, he laughs and at this point I had the feeling my heart will just give up and stop beating, ‘Have you considered my offer?’
‘I- I kind of have some questions before we start a-’
‘Before we start?’, chuckling he continues, ‘I take that as a yes. When are you free to start my dear?’
‘Um, I guess today? But I want to know wh-’
‘That’s the best news I could hear today! How about you come tonight and we start? I will answer your questions and you will see what you should do and eventually if you want to stop, I will respect your decision.’
‘Well?’, he asks after some moments of silence which I didn’t even realize have slipped.
‘What time do you want me tonight?’
If you want to be tagged in the next parts, please let me know :) <3
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iwannawritepls · 4 years
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Writing Update 05
Guess who finished. guess. go on guess. That’s right it was me!!
It was pretty intense because my playlist had finished and so I was sat feverishly typing the last paragraph out in silence and then when I went round for the final spell check I was listening to Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths and it finished as I finished and it was a moment.
So so so. in total we have
69069 words (nice) and 102 pages spread over 23 chapters and 5 parts. I can actually go into the plot and stuff now too because I know what that is from start to finish. I won’t go into that here I’ll just talk about the last chapters. Buckle up this ones gonna be long.
Whence last we left off there were 17 chapters and now there’s twenty-three. Chapter seventeen also has an actual name too so yay.
Chapter 17 – Pinches of Catgut
Chapter 18 – Yours Forever, Echo
Chapter 19 – Ink’s Tarnish
Chapter 20 – Red Room
Chapter 21 – Crosshatched Scars
Chapter 22 – Chasing Sundust
Chapter 23 – Amen
Chapter 17 originally is now what chapter 18 and chapter 23 isn’t really an epilogue but it also is y’know? Like the last two chapters are the endings in their own right (I say as if I didn’t stop reading The Darkest Minds seven pages from the end)
But c’est la vie!
Chapter 16 (I can finally explain this stuff woo) we had the fallout to the guy’s being told they have to pay the devil – who isn’t really the devil and is actually a god in his own right but that’s beside the point – back for everything he’s done for them. this one focuses on Valentine and Albert having a bit of a moment where I realised ‘oh gosh everyone is a foil to everyone oh gosh’
Chapter 17 is kinda the same but from William and Basil’s side where they have their own conversation about who Will killed Charlie by accident….yeah…William is still baby he just killed someone that’s fine. This is fine.
Chapter 18 is where shit hits the fan because oh my god James is back!!!!! Idk if I mentioned this but James is Enoch’s dead bf who wasn’t dead at all and I’ve been hinting at it the entre god damned book. I almost didn’t include it but after a talk with one of my friends I realised that James’ being alive would bring in more tea than ever before and well,,,,,,why wouldn’t I?
Oh yeah James also tells Enoch that everyone is coming to find them.
The way I'm explaining this seems like stuff just happens, but I swear I do add threads throughout! I'm just disjointed in my thought process.
Chapter 19 is the beginning of the end. We have a rush to pack as they’re trying to get out and they would have more help from James but Basil doesn’t trust James, Enoch is drunk, William has lost a lot of blood and both Al and Valentine had been asleep so they’re slow and groggy and it’s raining because England and winter and the coast is just a great combination.
Enoch and James end up going ahead cus people are getting close and they need to get their stuff away from there. There were three cases left to tie but they didn’t have time so while James and Enoch go ahead the others are carrying the last three cases to the docks so they can tie and run.
Chapter 20 is where Enoch wraps his beef with Aristide up. kinda. He originally planned on just saying goodbye but then stuff happens and he feels bad for Aristide so he just gives him to the devil without the murder part of it.
Chapter 21 valentine kills his uncle and gets closure™
Chapter 22 this chapter is so good. I love it, I love it so much. I'm still kinda feeling funky about it because its got a flashback and the rest of the book hasn’t got anything exactly like this – unless you consider the small titbit in chapter 17 a flashback. But I really delve into Sebastian’s psyche and before then I kinda hated Sebastian but it feels like he's had a whole ass character arch and I love it. I really love this chapter so much.
And finally chapter 23 is them running and the last of the setup for the next book
I want to include memes but they’re all old stuff. If I have anything new, I’ll insert it if not I’ll keep 5 random facts about the boy’s as my transition.
Albert
When he was a bab he wanted to meet keats before he realised the mans is dead.
Can write in shorthand in both Russian and English just so long as he doesn’t focus too hard on it
Albert is his middle name, Lyonya is his first name
Is a cat person.
Orders the same meal at every restaurant even if they don’t serve it. if they don’t serve it he has a tiny crisis.
Also defo has one of the others order for him
Basil
Defo a gifted and talented student if he was alive today
He's technically an accountant and low key enjoys it
Can fight but is a pacifist by choice
Skipped class once and got bored and never did it again
When they were still at school he would look after the groups deeds to land and do all the legal stuff for them because they had no clue. He still has all of Valentine’s papers and so could technically steal valentines land and nobody would care.
Enoch
Isn’t gay is actually bisexual
Is really good at science but just doesn’t care about it
He ate leek and potato soup exclusively for three weeks on a dare
Once played Mercutio and tripped on stage. Managed to hide it pretty well but hasn’t lived it down.
Would live in an old theatre if he could just for the aesthetic and bragging rights
Valentine
His family is of German heritage
Bakes as a stress relief but gets hyper focused on one thing for ages (tarts is the big one of the year)
Is the mum of the group but wouldn’t ever admit it
Cannot do maths for shit. or much else. He can just speak a lot and paint.
It’s a continuous joke irl and in novel universe that he’s called Valentine, but his birthday is on February 15th because his parents thought it was still February 14th when he was born.
William
Allergic to honey but would eat it anyway
Joined classes three years after everyone else
Is the only one in the group that understands people
Has a really bad centre of gravity and falls over a lot
He's 6’7
Bonus – a wild Sebastian appeared.
Acts 50 is 20
Is just brine
In a constant state of identity crisis
Was he born or did he just appear fully formed? Nobody knows
Always stuck as Benvolio. No matter what. forever. He hates it.
Excerpts! –
“you are a walking disaster.” Basil sighed
“I'm your favourite disaster though.” He could hear the smile in Enoch’s voice.
I just like these lines. Nothing too deep just thought they were funny.
Basil placed a hand on his knee hoping the rain could drown out what the music that followed William could not.
My mans being a supportive friend
He finished pulling the manuscript together and reached for the box Albert kept all his current writings in. it was a small box with darker patches between the broken veins where ink had spit and flowed between the cracks.
i have nothing to say about this 
They only had real tenderness with some of the fragile things. A school given copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream, a book by a man called Sashenka Potemkin, teacups with still blooming meadows painted onto them, a book about a monastery, a violin case that had nail marks embedded into the leather, an easel.
Y’know keepsakes are Important but if you’re running shouldn’t you pack light? Probably but these guys are sentimental bastards
The shops were alive with people, the two pubs were open and selling even the tailoress was in business. He wasn’t entirely surprised; worms came out during a storm. They thrived when the squawking of the gulls had disappeared.
We live in a society – Enoch 2019
The gate yielded under his hand, the closest he got to acceptance in the high walls. It seemed colder once he’d walked into the threshold, urging him towards the sickening feeling of unbelonging that sat in his gut. It made him want to turn away and never come back some of the time. How much he didn’t belong there.
Sebastian is yearning™
Basil reached into Albert’s pocket and pulled the crocus out. Albert didn’t react as he did so. he stared at it twirling it between his fingers staring at the petals and their untarnished glory despite having been used to kill them all at least once.
And while that isn’t the last line that’s the end of this. I'm taking a break from beginning anything big and while I want to move onto writing Adalius, Ariane and Adionis’ story I’ll wait for a moment before I do. just because I cant bring myself to think about how I'm starting this yet.
Anyway. That means no updates for at least 3 weeks. I know you’re all distraught. But yeah.
I hope you have a good day.
Thanks for reading this!
BYEEE!
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imagineslashers · 5 years
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Slashers react to their S/O being taken away by either the police or some people thinking they're doing good not realizing the S/O isnt one of the slashers victims/hostages? [this is kinda ling winded sorry :(]
Good request, thank you for sending it to me! x Hope you enjoy! xx
Michael
The exact moment he returns home to see the fading lights of the police car, it clicks with him that the silence means that his s/o is gone. Taken. Michael has a huge tantrum about it, throwing and smashing things before he calms down enough to find his s/o. He storms the castle, without hesitation. Thankfully in the dead of night the police station isn’t too busy, but it doesn’t matter either way. Michael cuts the power, and cuts down anyone in his way. Police officers, admin, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care. Michael finds his s/o sat unhappily and in a blanket in an interview room. The surviving officers cower as Michael carries his s/o out of the building, growling something that sounds like mine.
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Jason
Jason hears the yelling first, then he sees the car and his s/o’s thrashing form. He had been gathering some wood for the fire but now he watches his s/o being dragged into the back of one of those vans. He recognises the teenagers who had been in the area, and he soon figures it out that they are likely to be trying to “rescue” his s/o. Jason thunders through the forest, his strides as quick as the average person’s run, and his machete clutched tight. His body shakes with rage and in parts in fear of losing his s/o. This motivates him. He arrives just as the van is pulling out towards the road. The sound of teenagers shrieking and tires struggling for grip alerts him that they’ve seen his huge silhouette. It’s too late for them. Jason grabs the rear of the van and tugs, hard. In the moment that follows, he slashes both rear tires and throws the door open. There are no survivors. Stood still, shaking faintly, he stares at his s/o as they throw their arms around him and he guides them back to their cabin. Never again will be let anyone touch his s/o.
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Freddy
When his s/o doesn’t arrive in the dreamworld like he expects them to, Freddy is concerned. He knew that his s/o was going to sleep at that time, it was late, but they weren’t in sight. Freddy frowns, pacing his boiler room before he decides to do what he wouldn’t normally do. He appears in reality, standing in his s/o’s empty home. The street is equally empty, expect for a neighbouring house across the street. Freddy strains to listen for noises and picks up on hushed arguments. With his gloved fingers twitching in anticipation, he makes the short trip to the neighbouring house and all but kicks the door down. Inside, he is quick to notice his s/o held down and jittery, probably because of being forced to stay awake and away from home. Freddy clenches his jaw, eyeing each of the four who dare to keep his s/o away from him. With a few quick motions, nobody is left breathing except for his s/o, whom he grasps the hand of and leads back to their home, murmuring sweetly and apologetically all the way.
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Bubba
The police sirens are loud, Bubba perks up to listen to them. He stays quiet himself, stood only a few metres from his own and his s/o’s house. Bubba doesn’t understand, nobody is around to call the police, and Bubba hasn’t been causing any disturbances for a while. Hesitating, it soon dawns on him why they’re there; to take his s/o. Bubba makes an angry noise, akin to an animal’s growl, and rushes back to the house. The police car is empty, sat on the drive, and the front door wide open. Bubba’s lip curls in a snarl as he hurries up the stairs, across the porch, and inside. His s/o stops fighting, panting and looking up at him with a pleading expression. Two officers hold his s/o down, trying to bring them back to the station. For a few precious seconds, nobody moves. Nobody breathes, locked in a staring contest. Then comes the familiar sound. Bubba revs his chainsaw to life and drowns out the yelling of the cops. He only drops his saw when he’s done, and his s/o remains sat in shaky silence, watching him. Bubba gently offers his hand, which they take, and he leads them to the bathroom to rinse off the blood. 
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Billy
His s/o didn’t come to school, and didn’t come to his house after. Billy sits on his bed, tapping his fingers against the blade of his knife. He hadn’t argued with his s/o, and they weren’t sick, so it didn’t make sense that his s/o wouldn’t come see him. Billy releases a sharp sigh as the phone rings, leaning over to grab it. “What do you want?” He snaps, in a foul mood since his s/o isn’t around to keep him balanced. The voice on the other end is his s/o, much to Billy’s surprise. “Y/N?” He gasps, standing up. The shake in his s/o’s voice brings him great unease as they explain that their parents are keeping them away from him. Billy processes these words and paces as far as the phone will let him. “I’m coming.” He says finally. “And you’re coming to stay with me.” Billy growls the words, dropping the phone. He carries his knife just in case and jogs downstairs, out into the cool air, and to his s/o’s house. Sure enough, the lights are on and the doors are locked. Billy leaps and grabs for the tree outside his s/o’s window, climbing with ease. He jumps onto the roof thereafter and kneels by the locked window. Gently, Billy knocks with his fist, knife clutched between his teeth. His s/o jumps in surprise, looking very forlorn. They scramble to the window but point at the lock. Billy scowls, thinks about it for barely a second, and makes a gesture for his s/o to get away from the window. Confused, they do as asked. Billy grabs his knife, flips it around, and uses the hilt to smash through the weakest point of the glass. Of course, he knows he has very little time as he can hear the yelling of his s/o’s parents. “Come.” He urges, grabbing his s/o’s hand and leading them down the way he got up. He breaks into a run with them, not stopping until they both collapse in a local park. Billy starts laughing, a little bitterly, finding it amusing that his s/o’s parents thought they could keep him away. He reaches for his s/o’s hand and they lay on the grass, catching their breath before deciding on their life together.
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Stu
Stu is never really a worrier, but he changes remarkably quickly whilst waiting for his s/o to finish class. Stu waits outside the school, humming something under his breath and maintaining his patient smile for his s/o’s sake. However, a small commotion to his left rouses suspicion. Stu thinks he hears his s/o’s voice in the mix and it’s enough for him to investigate. “Y/N?” Stu calls anxiously, walking past the small gathering to see his s/o battling with two of their friends. He catches a few fragments of the argument, including his own name and “he’s no good for you”, along with a few other insulting comments. Stiff, Stu narrows his eyes. All commotions cease when the three pairs of eyes lock onto his. His s/o wastes no time in breaking free from the hold of their supposed friends and sprints to Stu, gripping his shirt as if that will keep them together. Stu shushes his s/o softly, urges them behind him and approaches the two. One, a taller male, scowls at him whilst his girlfriend, the s/o’s best friend, bristles. “Leave Y/N alone!” He hears his s/o’s best friend demand spitefully. Stu smiles pleasantly when the boyfriend steps forward for him. Stu dips back and draws his fist forward, slamming it into his opponent’s jaw. Stumbling back, the pair stare in shock as blood wells on the male’s lip. “What the hell?” He gasps, his brazen boldness fading into more of a sizzling concern. “If you ever so much as think about touching Y/N, you’ll both lose your hands.” Stu’s tone is poisonous, and the pair scatter sourly. He turns quickly to his s/o, smiles a little sheepishly, and presses his lips to their forehead. “Let’s go, huh?” 
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Beetlejuice
His bright and sparky mood is one that doesn’t last terribly long when he returns to his home with his s/o to find them yelling about psychiatric wards and whatnot. Confused, he strolls calmly to the rear of the house to find an official, snotty looking car parked with the doors open. Two men, one an officer and one wearing a white coat, try to get BJ’s s/o into the car. “It will be safer for you, hm? We’ve heard that you’re in danger from someone, or perhaps from yourself.” The man in the lab coat insists, placing his hand on BJ’s s/o in an attempt to urge them into the car. “A mental facility?” Beetlejuice hisses, slamming the door open and approaching the three. All turn to stare at him in shock at his appearance, though his s/o looks relieved. He catches their eye and smiles ever so gently. “Close your eyes, sweets.” His s/o obeys and Beetlejuice’s normal figure rips apart into a horrific creature, which finds it easy to fling the two men and their car. When he returns to normal, BJ straightens his suit and approaches his s/o. Once he is sure they’re safe, he hauls them over his shoulder and locks the pair inside.
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ironspiidey · 4 years
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Superheros Get Bullied too
Chapter: 1
Chapter 3 is Up!
Chapter 3: Peter Parker and Chinese at the Tower
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“Oh my god.” Peter shakes shutting and locking the bathroom door. He feels an anxiety attack coming on so he strips off his hoodie and sits on the floor. He puts his head in his hands and felt the tears starting.
“Pete baby you okay?” Tony softly knocks
“Go away.” He practically whispers.
“You know I can’t do that sweetheart. Can I come in?”
“You’re going to come in anyway if I say no won’t you.” Peter mumbles from behind his hands
“If I say no, will you let me in?”
Peter scoffs “Friday unlock the door please”
“Of course Peter” the Ai responds
“That’s my boy “Tony locks the door behind him. He sits beside Peter and starts to run his fingers through his hair
Peter leans into the touch and keeps sniffling
“What happened today?” Tony says softly
“Flash was an absolute nightmare and I lost it. Everybody was talking about me.”
“I’m sorry baby but he’s done hurting you now I promise.” Tony pulls Peter to him and places a kiss to his hair. “Did he hurt you Pete?”
Peter first leans into the touch relaxing and feeling the stress of today disappear but when his boyfriend mentioned being hurt he stiffened up
“Pete?”
“Harley told you.”
“My nephew wasn’t very forthcoming no. He reacted the same way you are.”
Peter sighed and turned around looking up at the man “Tony…”
Tony wraps his arms around the younger man then noticed his arm which was turned a blackish, blue color.
“Did he do that?”
Peter swallowed and looked at his wrist. “Oh my god, Tony I swear it looks worse than it is.”
“Peter I won’t ask again.”
“Tones I swear to you it was only yellow earlier like a normal bruise. All he did was grab my arm to stop me but I pulled and then pushed him away, it’s gotta have something to do with my super healing. Ask Harley! He can confirm it Tones”
Tony took ahold of his arm and lightly touched the bruise “does it hurt?”
“No Tones, I didn’t even notice it.”
Tony looked up at him and then down at the bruise. “He fucking touched you baby.”
“I’m fine, I swear.”
“Yeah well I’m not and neither will he when I’m done with him.” Tony growled.
Peter grabbed onto Tony and held tightly. “He’s not worth it, Tony please just let it go.”
Tony looked at him in disbelief “You’re fucking kidding me right? He fucking laid a hand on you Pete. You could have been hurt! He will pay for this.”
“But I’m not hurt. I’m okay really I’m not just saying that either.”
Tony cups Peter’s face, thumbs caressing his cheeks “But baby you could have been. What if you didn’t have your Spidey-strength. He could have broken your wrist. It might not have stopped there, don’t you see Peter??”
Peter’s eyes started to water when Tony raised his voice. It was scary at the thought of what might have happened if he didn’t have his strength but it didn’t happen. “Tony please.”
Tony’s eyes softened and he leaned forward pressing a soft his to his forehead, nose, each cheek & then his lips. “I’m sorry baby but I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you.”
“MJ!!!” Ned calls out of breath, running to where she was sitting outside.
“Why are you out of breath? More importantly why are you talking to me? It’s my only spare today.”
Ned rolls his eyes and plops down across from her “Have you seen Peter?”
“No, why?”
“He’s gone.”
MJ raises an eyebrow “Gone?”
“Yes!” Ned sighs exasperated “Like clearly not in the building gone, he wasn’t even in AP Physics.”
MJ sits up. “And Flash?”
Ned swallowed “I haven’t seen him.”
“Me neither, what about Harley?”
“Gone too.”
MJ sighs and pulls out her phone
“What are you going to do?” Ned asks
“Call Harley.” MJ shakes her head as if it’s the most obvious thing
Ned’s eyes widen “Call him? Why not Peter? Who knows what Harley is up to?”
MJ rolls her eyes “Ned. Good god. You worry too much. Plus I heard Harley was with Peter right after Chemistry soo if Peter left, it would most likely be with him.”
Ned mumbles under his breath “Or with his boyfriend.”
MJ raises an eyebrow. “What did you say?”
“Uh nothing. Yeah not a thing.”
“Did you say Peter has a boyfriend?”
“If you knew what I said why did you even ask? Put me on speaker if you’re still calling him”
MJ gave him a look “We will deal with that later, right now I have to call our friendly thug”
Harley sighs and looks down at his food wondering if he should bother eating anymore when his phone suddenly rings “What the fuck? Who calls people anymore?” He pulls out his phone and notices its MJ calling.
“Yo?”
“Harley hi, it’s MJ.”
“Yeah I kinda figured, with the caller ID and all.”
“Did you see Peter?”
Harley licks his lips nervously and glances in the direction both him and his uncle just went a few minutes ago “Uh yeah you could say that.”
“Did you know he skipped out on AP Physics?”
“Yup.” He decides yeah he will eat the slowly cooling Chinese noodles and stuffs a spoonful into his mouth “Why do you ask?” He says with a mouthful off noodles
“Let’s try that again in English this time.”
Harley rolls his eyes, grabs a drink of water and swallows “I said, why you ask? Your being awful nosy there Mary-Jane”
“Fuck you. Don’t call me that.”
“You wish sweetheart”
“Your disgusting:”
Both Harley and Ned start laughing “Remember you called me.”
“Right I did, because Peter, you and Flash were all MIA for the past 2 hours.”
“Peter is fine, He just needed to get away for a little. I’m sure Ned survived without him for one class.” Harley switched to speakerphone, laying his cell on the table and continuing to munch
“Are you sure? How you do know?” Ned speaks up before MJ could get snippier.
“Ahh I see now Mary Jane, Ned’s been pestering you. And here I thought you had a heart.” Harley says before finishing off his noodles. “Parker is fine, really. You don’t need to worry.”
“You sound so sure, but nobody’s heard from him.” Ned mumbles
Harley was about to speak when he’s interrupted
“C’mon Tones, Harley can vouch for me”
“What was that?” MJ questions
Harley coughs awkwardly and scrambles for the phone to take it off speaker “Yeah that was just the uh TV. Stupid commercials always come in louder than the actual show.”
“Nephew we need to have a little chat.”
“You’re at your uncles?” MJ asks, not giving up. Almost certain that she heard Peter
“Uh yeah, and I gotta go. Talk to you never I hope.” Harley quickly hangs up the phone despite hearing both MJ and Ned’s protests.
“Who was that?” Peter asked curiously.
“Your security team” Harley laughs
“Ned and MJ?”
Harley nods “who else? Apparently they decided to play detective and pester me.”
Peter sits down next to him, scrunching his nose up at his cold Chinese noodles “ugh, I hate cold Chinese”
“You’ve become spoiled Petey” Harley grins and grabs his plate heading to the kitchen to heat it up for him. As he heads back in Tony stops him and presses the back of his hand to the kid’s forehead “You feeling ill Harley?”
Harley pushes his head away and walks over to Peter, sitting his plate down in front of the young super hero. “No why?”
“You went and reheated Petey’s plate without me asking you to” He says with a smirk, knowing full well that his nephew was starting to form a sweet spot for the other teen
“Yeah well its clear he’s had a shitty ass day, least I can do is heat up the princess’s plate of food” Harley shrugs
Peter starts blushing “I’m not a princess!”
Harley rolled his eyes. “You just keep telling yourself that. “
Peter starts to eat his Chinese then looks up at Tony watching both teenagers with a smile on his face “What?” he says around a mouthful
“This is just nice, you two getting along, shame I’m about to ruin it.”
Harley raised an eyebrow. “One we co-exist together, two whatcha mean, ‘about to ruin it’” the teen uses air quotes at the end of his sentence
Peter gulps and looks at his food. Knowing he needs Harley to vouch for how the bruise looked earlier but at the same time worried about how he will react to how it looks now. “He uh needs you to confirm with what I told him.”
Harley turns away from his uncle and looks to Peter, frowning when he sees Peter’s stressed expression “Confirm what Parker?”
Peter swallows loudly and looks up at Harley “About today, with flash and how he grabbed me.”
Harley sunk back into his seat “Oh. “ He looked up at his uncle and could tell behind that smile there was a lot of rage ready to explode. “So you told him about your arm.?”
“He didn’t have much of a choice when he took his hoodie off.” Tony states leaning back in his chair, doing his best to remain calm, no need to lose it and worry his poor Peter anymore then he already is. “What concerns you with this my dear nephew is the bruise itself”
Harley sat up in confusion, seeing that Tony was not in fact about to rip his head off “The bruise itself?”
“Peter.”
Peter sighed and lifts his sweater sleeve and turns fully to the other teen “I need you to tell Tony that this bruise was yellow earlier.”
“Holy fuck Peter!” Harley takes a sharp inhale “I thought you said he didn’t hurt you. “
Peter nods “Because he didn’t. He barely grabs me.”
“Barley grabbed you? Look at your arm Peter how the hell can it go from barely there yellow to basically black and blue?” Harley gives Peter a look, feeling like there is more to the story then the superhero is letting on.
Peter slides his sweater on and tries to remain calm, he really doesn’t feel the need to start crying again thank you very much. “See Tony? It was only yellow earlier.”
“That doesn’t explain why it’s purple now Peter.”
Peter looks at Harley, could tell the teen was getting agitated especially since he called him by his first name. “It’s gotta be my super healing. “ Peter shrugs
“But. –“
“Let it go Harley I’m fine!” Peter starts to storm off but Harley grabs his arm
“Harley…” Tony says sternly
“Just wait here a minute. You say all he did was grab you like this right?”
Peter swallowed nervously but nodded.
“Okay so humor me for a minute ?” Harley looked from Peter to his uncle. To which Tony nodded, curious as to where his nephew was going with this.
“Um okay.”
“So you say he grabbed you like this “Harley held Peter’s other arm, not the one flash grabbed.
Peter nodded
“How tight?”
“Tighter then this.”
Harley tightened his hold but it was still semi loose, the way most people would try to grab someone’s attention without being malicious. “How about now?”
“Not yet.”
They went on like that for another few minutes before Harley let go and turned fully to his uncle “If I were to grab his arm any tighter it would be painful. I’m sorry but there is no fucking way that Thompson could have grabbed Peter lightly and made that bruise. “
Tony took a deep breath. “Exactly what I thought. “Tony turned fully to Peter. “Petey baby it’s time to be honest with me. What. The. Fuck. Happened. “He got up and walked over to where the boy was standing and tilted his chin up to face him “In that hallway.”
Harley got up and headed towards the elevator as the other two were occupied. He was beyond mad and needed to find Flash before his uncle did.
Tony noticed Harley attempting to sneak out and smirked “Friday, deny my nephew access to all elevators and rooms excluding Peter’s, his own, and all other floors “
“Of course sir.” The Ai responds
“Uncle!”
Tony turned and faced the blonde “I know being a hormonal, angst teen means you feel the need to disobey your adult authority but when I say no. “He pauses until Harley looks at him “That means you fucking listen to me, Clear?”
Harley glares at him “What the fuck? I was just going to see Tommy!”
Tony rolls his eyes. “What do you take me for? If you were just going to see your friend, you wouldn’t have felt the urge to attempt to sneak out. So again are we clear on what I expect of you?”
Harley nodded. “Crystal.”
“Good. Now if I find out you used Peter in any way to get out of the tower, there will be hell to pay. Kapeesh?”
“Yup. Now can I go to my room?”
Tony nodded then turned back to Peter. “Now, where were we?”
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ronniesqueen · 5 years
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A Journey To Find True Love
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We start off with Archie as the bachelor, Ronnie is in his season. The story progresses, and she becomes the next bachelorette after he finishes his season. Both of them go on their journey to find true love.
I will be writing this AU in the form of a tv show. Since, we all know that “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette” are reality tv shows.
Previously on “The Bachelor”
 Archie met the Coopers.
 Arche met the Lodges.
 Archie met the McCoys.
 And, Archie met the Blossoms.
 After realizing he and Josie wanted completely different life paths, Archie broke up with Josie at the rose ceremony.
 Oh, and Archie isn’t great at ice skating.
 Next up, is the iconic three-on-one date that most bachelors and bachelorettes typically do, when they’re close to choosing the final two.
 Veronica, Cheryl, and Betty remain.
 Who will Archie propose to?
 Who will get Archie’s final rose?
 Okay.
 Without further ado, 
 Buckle up, buckaroos!!!
Week Five. 
(setting: Confessional Booth)
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             Archie sat down in front of the camera. 
                   “I’m not ready for this.”
            He put his face in his hands. “Last night was really hard. I hated knowing that I hurt someone, who was falling in love with me. And it’s even worse that I was falling for her, too. I’m just scared...of what it’ll be like when I finally choose someone. Josie was all in, until she realized how real this was. What if Betty, Veronica, or Cheryl suddenly wake up and don’t want this anymore?”
          He crossed his arms. “What if I get down on one knee for one of them, and they leave me completely blindsided? I went into this show, thinking that I’d find my person and there wouldn’t be any problems. But...”
                “Nobody said this was easy,” he groaned to himself.
(setting: Bachelor Mansion)
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             “I can’t believe Josie got sent home,” Betty said, genuinely shocked.
            “Did you think it was gonna be me?” Cheryl chuckled.
           “No, of course not! Honestly, I thought it was gonna be ME,” Betty clarified. “I was the first hometown date. Out of four. My chances didn’t look good. People tend to forget about the first one.”
          “I thought it was gonna be ME,” Veronica sighed. “My dad really freaked him out. I wouldn’t have blamed Archie if he sent me home.”
       “Archie called your name first, V”  Betty said, encouragingly. “He genuinely likes you. I don’t think your dad would stop him.”
           Veronica smiled, and hugged Betty.
         “There was a moment, before Archie called my name, that I thought it was going to be ME,” Cheryl said. “Mother was overly eager. It could’ve scared him off.”
         “But it didn’t,” Betty said, rubbing Cheryl’s shoulders. “You got a one-on-one. And a hometown date. He seems like he really likes you.”
           Cheryl smiled wholeheartedly.
      “One of us is going home tonight,” Veronica whispered.
         “It doesn’t feel real,” Betty added.
     “Do you two feel okay about your relationships in general?” Cheryl asked.
      “I do feel good about where Archie and I stand,” Betty confirmed. “But.. I could be wrong. You never know how the other person is feeling. Maybe he could blindside me, the same way he blindsided Josie.”
       “Same,” Veronica agreed. “I can’t go into this week thinking that I have it in the bag, when none of us know what’s really going through his head.”
       “I feel...” Cheryl whispered. “I don’t know. Like it’s all or nothing. He’ll either decide he still wants to give our relationship a chance, or he’ll send me home.”
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  (setting: Andrews Household)
                “Who are you leaning towards?” Jughead asked causally, taking a bite out of his pizza.
          “I don’t know anymore dude,” Archie responded, taking a sip of his beer.
                 “What? Come on.”
         “Any of them could turn me down if I propose.”
            “No shit. But isn’t that part of this whole process?”
                           “I mean, yeah. But-”
              “Did you think you were the only one who could end the relationship?” Jughead laughed.
               “When I agreed to becoming the bachelor, I did not picture this ending badly. I didn’t think it was possible.”
             “Ah. I see,” Jughead said. “Ten women who want to marry you. Competing against each other for your attention. Every man’s dream. Why on Earth would any of the women change their minds?” he chuckled sarcastically.
             Archie laughed. “I guess when I put myself in their shoes, I do get how this whole thing can be hard for them.”
           “Trust me, it’s just as hard for you as it is for them. They’re probably really scared of the same thing you are. Rejection.”
           Archie raised his eyebrows. “I guess I never thought of it that way.”
          “Yeah. So lighten up,” Jughead said, patting his back. “You’ll do great. Just trust your gut. Whoever you have stronger feelings for, she has to make it through.”
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(setting: Three-on-one date in a fancy restaurant a little ways out of Riverdale)
        Betty, Cheryl, and Veronica were sitting at their table when, Archie arrived.
                     There were two roses on the table.
                            “You all look stunning.”
                   All three women giggled and blushed.
            He sighed. “I’ve given this a lot of thought. And I want to establish that, I’m really struggling here. This is really hard for me. And I can only imagine how hard it is for the three of you. So I just...I just...”
          He took a deep breath. “I wish I could stop the hurt. I wish that we could go into this without any hearts being broken. But, I know that’s inevitable. And we all signed up for this. So...that’s where I’m at, right now.”
                Veronica smiled. “We came into this knowing the risks of it all, Archiekins. You’re worth it.”
               “We’ve talked about it between the three of us, and, we just want you to be happy,” Cheryl added.
             “As much as we want for you to choose us, we’ll still be happy knowing that your hearts in good hands even if you don’t,” Betty said.
             Archie grinned. “I could not have asked for a better group of women.”
        After several minutes of wining and dining, Veronica reached for his hand. “Can I steal you away for bit?”
               “Of course, Ronnie.”
        As the two walked away together, Cheryl glanced at Betty. “And so it begins.”
                Betty laughed.
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(setting: Lobby.)
                 They kissed softly for a moment.
         She looked up at him. “You okay?”
         “I wasn’t when I first got here. But you guys turned it around for me. I really appreciate that.”
          They sat down on the couch.
     “How are you?” He asked. “I didn’t really get a chance to talk with you after the rose ceremony.”
       “I’m good. I just want you to know that what we have is strong, and you don’t need to worry.”
       He kissed her forehead. “Thanks Ronnie.”
   She rested her head on his shoulder. “You were the strong one for me when my father came back. Now, let me be the strong one for you.”
     He sighed as he reached for her hand. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen.”
             “You don’t have to.”
        “But..” he began. Then paused. “I just don’t like knowing that there’s a possibility, that this could end badly.”
          “Of course there is, Archie. Life doesn’t work like that,” Veronica said, chuckling. “That’s why it’s so important to focus on this. This moment. Right now.”
        He smiled. “Moments like these make me sad when they end.”
              “Well they shouldn’t. Because,” Veronica said, kissing his cheek. ”You need to make them last.”
               He pulled her close. “I felt that spark and connection when we were together.”
            “As did I,” Veronica said, snuggling in his chest.
      He smiled, and stood up from the couch. “Ronnie. I’ll be right back.”
(setting: Dinner Table.)
                “And then I said, if you excuse me, I have a date to go to. Then I just stormed out of Pops,” Cheryl laughed.
               “Wow,” Betty reacted. “I cannot believe Valerie talked to you like that. And I can’t believe Ethel just threw you guys under the bus. That is so unlike her.”
                “Eh. She apologized to me afterwards. So we’re good. But that whole situation was really annoying.”
               “I bet,” Betty agreed, taking a sip of her wine. “I can’t even imagine. Poor Josie. It must really suck when you have to take time away from your date, to defend yourself from what someone said about you.”
             “Exactly! It was completely disrespectful to Josie. Thankfully, Josie had my back, and she explained everything to Archie. So that I wouldn’t have to take time away from my date.”
           “That’s so sweet of her,” Betty commented.
         “It was. But honestly Betty, when Josie called me on the morning of my hometown date to tell me what Valerie did, it really pissed me off. Like what the hell? Who does that?”
         “Valerie struck me as jealous when Archie took you shopping. But I mean. We all were. It’s normal.”
         “Yeah it’s normal to get jealous. But at the same time-”
        “It doesn’t justify her trying to sabotage you guys.”
        “Exactly. Thank you, Betty.”
      Archie walked over to the table, picked up one of the roses, and walked away.
        “Oh...” Cheryl whispered. “My. God.”
       Betty’s eyes grew wide. “I just...wow.”
       The two looked at each other in a panic.
       One. Rose. Left.
(setting: Lobby.)
             Archie entered the lobby, holding the rose.
             Veronica gasped.
            “When we first met, Ronnie, I was excited about you. And I still am today. Meeting your family last week was really amazing because I got to see where you came from. You always push me to be a better man. And I want to, not just for you, but for myself. You brought that out of me.” 
                 She giggled.
         He laughed. “Ronnie. Will you accept this rose?”
             “With gratitude, Archiekins,” she laughed.
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(setting: Restaurant entrance.)
                   “I called you the limo to come get you. But I promise I’m not sending you home,” he laughed. “I’m sending you to the mansion to pack your things so that the next time I see you, it’ll be in our fantasy suite.”
                She blushed. “I could not be more excited. I can’t believe this right now!” 
                They kissed for a few minutes when the limo arrived.
         Veronica waved at him as the limo drove away. Smiling, Archie watched. Then sighed. He walked back inside the restaurant. 
(setting: Dinner table.)
                 “So I know this must feel kinda...” Archie began, as he sat down with Betty and Cheryl. “Tense now. I just sent Veronica back to the mansion. And, while I do feel good about that, I also feel really nervous. Because I do really enjoy my time with both of you. And I’m just hoping to have fun tonight and get some clarity with how we all feel.”
             The two women nodded.
        “Betty, can I steal you away for a bit?” Archie asked.
              “Of course,” Betty said, smiling coyly.
        Cheryl smiled briefly as they walked away together.
(setting: Confessional Booth)
               “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Veronica cheered, popping open a bottle of champagne. “I’m going to the fantasy suites with my Archiekins!”
                She laughed as she put the bottle down. She took a deep breath. “Who do I think is going to make it? I don’t know. I can’t say. I grew close to both Betty and Cheryl. I’m not rooting against either one of them. But..whoever Archie chooses, they’re both incredible women.”
(setting: Lobby.)
       Betty sat down on the couch when Archie immediately took her hand and led her away from the couch.
        “Oh, you didn’t want to sit and talk?” Betty asked.
         “Not really,” Archie said, pushing a button that was on the fireplace. The lights grew dim.
       She laughed. “Smooth, Arch.”
      He pulled her close. “I just wanted to dance with you for a bit.”
      “Awww,” she whispered, kissing him. “What brought this on?”
     “I haven’t had a chance to talk to you after the rose ceremony. And I just...really needed you, Betty.”
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(setting: Lobby.)          
              “I know I told you that you remind me of home. And I think I told you the reason why,” Archie began. “You’re my safe place.”
             “You’re my safe place too, Arch.”
         “I always feel...such a comfort around you. I never thought I could trust anyone this much.”
          She blushed. “I feel, really honored that you do.”
         They kissed softly for a moment. 
         “Everything about our relationship feels genuine. It’s like...the feeling of finally getting some fresh air after being underwater too long. Or the feeling of getting off a rollercoaster and that relief when you know, you can finally breathe again.”
     Betty smiled. “I feel the exact same way. I’ve never had a connection like this before. You always make it so easy. I know I keep falling for you more every day Archie.”
       “So do I,” he said. “And this process so scary. Because I look at you, I look at the others, and I just...”
        She looked at him, patiently waiting for him to continue.
      “I get so worked up. Being the bachelor isn’t...simple like everyone said it would be. I get so nervous, so riled up. And just a complete wreck. But then.. I look at you. And then I feel, like everything’s going to be fine. I feel comfort, I feel happy, I feel like me again.”
     She kissed him. “I love knowing that you feel so sure of me.”
        “I’ve never doubted you, Betty. And I never will.”
(setting: Dinner Table)
          Betty sat down at the table next to Cheryl. Archie walked over to them. “Cheryl, can we sneak away for a bit?”
           “I’d be more than happy to.”
(setting: Confessional Booth)
             Betty was smiling widely. “I feel good.”
             She sighed. “If I get the rose, I’ll be thrilled. But, if Cheryl gets the rose...I can still be happy knowing that the man I’m falling in love with, has two really great girls who won’t hurt him.”
            She looked down, and bit her lip.
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(setting: Outside in the garden.)
             “I was hoping for some fresh air,” Cheryl said, leading Archie to the garden.
            “Whatever you want,” he said, with a grin.
           She turned to face him. “Our relationship has been sooo…”
           “Amazing,” he finished.
          She giggled. “I feel like we get each other better.”
         “We do get along really well,” Archie chuckled.
          “I think that there’s something you should know about me, if we make it to the fantasy suites.”
         “You can tell me anything.”
          She took a deep breath. “Before I agreed to come on this show, like many years before I signed up for this, I did have a past. But we all do. And so, in mine,” she began. “I did experience falling in love for the first time. And her name was Heather. We were best friends in middle school. One night, mother caught us sharing a bed during a sleepover, and she lost it. She destroyed us.”
         “I didn’t know you were..”
        “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But, I wanted to explore my sexuality when I signed up for this show. But then, you just made it so easy to get caught in the moment with you. And I meant everything I said to you, one hundred percent. But I just wanted you to know every part of who I am.” 
      He hugged her. “I’m really honored that you were willing to share that with me. And I’m really proud of you. Cheryl, I think you’re so brave and so beautiful. I always knew how strong you were since our first date.”
        She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Thank you Archie. When you were talking with Betty, I was reflecting quite a bit. And while I do feel ready for an engagement, I think that...”
       “You might need a little time.”
      “This isn't me saying I don’t want to be with you. I was genuinely falling in love with you, Archie. And I still think we can get there. So, if you choose me at the end of this, I propose that we date for a while, and then get engaged.”
     He smiled. “I don’t mind taking things slow. As long as they’re going somewhere.”
(setting: Dinner Table)
                 Betty and Cheryl were sitting at the table, talking among themselves. Archie had decided to take the last twenty minutes to make his choice before the end of the night.
                 “That rose is just taunting us,” Cheryl laughed.
               “Do you think it can sense our fear?” Betty laughed.
                “Oh yes. It can.”
         Archie walked over to them and sat down. He took an extra long, deep breath. “This decision....has been, the hardest one yet. Because I’m saying goodbye to someone who, not only was I falling for, but also...”
         He shut his eyes for a moment. Then opened them. “I’m saying goodbye to someone who I feel would be much happier with someone else.”
               “Just know that this isn’t me abandoning you. This isn’t me giving up and walking away. This is me, following my heart. And looking at the situation from every angle.”
            He picked up the rose.
      Cheryl and Betty held hands under the table, as they waited.
              He bit his lip, and breathed heavily through his nose.
                           “Betty.”
                  Betty gasped lightly.
            “Will you accept this rose?” Archie asked.
                     “Without a doubt, Arch.”
             They stood up and gave each other a hug.
          Archie looked over at Cheryl, and whispered. “Can I walk you out?”
              “I’d be insulted if you didn’t,” Cheryl chuckled.
        The two walked towards the entrance of the restaurant.
                  “I’m so sorr-” Archie began.
         “Don’t be. I completely understand.”
             “This wasn’t me not wanting to be with you. I really saw a future with us. I just really think you might be happier-”
               “I agree with you.”
                      “You do?”
          “I do. Ever since my relationship with Heather ended, I haven’t...truly...explored that path. And I feel like I owe it to myself to figure out what I want. Figure out who I am.”
            They hugged for a moment.
     “But I did enjoy my time with you so much. Thank you for everything. You opened my heart to all the possibilities out there. I’m hopeful.”
        “I’m really grateful that I could help you that way.”
              She got inside the limo. “Goodbye Archie.”
                      “Goodbye Cheryl.”
(setting: Dinner Table)
             Betty was sitting at the table by herself, with the rose in her hand, smiling widely. She turned around at the sound of Archie’s footsteps.
            “Come here,” he said.
       She ran to him excitedly as he picked her up, and spun her around.
          “FANTASY SUITES!!!” They cheered in unison.
                         He pulled out his phone.
               “What are you doing?” Betty laughed.
                       “I want to remember this.”
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Lasabrjotr Chapter 10: Put Your Foot Down
Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: Appearance of a (fake) snake (Fnake?) Relationships: Loki x Reader (But not yet) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), OFC, Brunnhilde/Valkyrie(Marvel), Pepper Pots, Steve Rogers/ Captain America Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending, Loki is Not Acting Like a Responsible Prince Right Now, Reader Fights Back, Brunnhilde Approves, Time for a Check In  Summary: Loki is reminded that Reader is not a subject of Asgard, and Doesn’t Enjoy It, pranks are played, Andsvarr is as earnest as ever, and Captain America has some advice
“And the Aether was one of the stones, only in liquid form?” You asked. “That’s just a thing that can happen?”
“It was the Reality stone, so yeah, I guess so.”
“And it was just…inside a person. Like blood. “
“I don’t know how it happened, I was across the universe at the time. Ask Loki, he was there.” Brunnhilde closed the book she had been reading to you from, hiding a terrifying picture of a being labeled ‘Kurse’. “I was under the impression that you might know about her. She’s a mortal lady, and she had a thing with the king for a little while.”
“Well…I might have heard of her, but I don’t really follow celebrity gossip, you know? It seems kinda skeevy.”
Brunnhilde laughed. “Girl, I’ve seen skeevy. I’ve been skeevy! You want skeevy, I could tell you some stories that would…probably scar you for life, actually. So never mind.”
“Look, I just don’t understand how ‘ Picture-Taking Creepo Stalker’ is a legal profession when it comes to celebrities, but a literal crime when it comes to everyone else.” You shrugged. “I hate that kind of double standard, and I won’t support it.”
“In that case, never leave the city with the prince at your side.” Brunnhilde warned. “There are some pretty obsessive people hanging out around the city, and we don’t know for sure what they might be capable of.”
“Hey, I met some of those people. And I can’t really argue with you, I guess. One of them was really nice! Like, above and beyond nice. And I’m sure most of them are. But there were some mean ones too. I, uh, I don’t think you’d get along with their crowd.”
“If by ‘get along’ you mean ‘crush under my heel’ then yeah, probably.”
“Yeah, probably.” You echoed. A bunch of campers probably didn’t stand much chance against a warrior goddess, no matter how much umbrage some of them might take with her skin color.
“I kinda miss them though.” Other humans. People who understood your world, and who couldn’t snap your bones by grabbing you too hard.
“Even the mean ones?”
“Ehh, well, I can’t say I feel all that sorry for that guy. He was really rude to me. But Loki taught him a hard lesson, and I can only hope he learned something from it.”
“Rather like the hard lessons the Svartalfari taught us, for our past invasion attempts.” Brunnhilde grabbed another book, opening it to a specially marked page. “Ha, you see what I did there?”
“I did. Very clever. So what am I looking at? I can’t read it.”
“Oh right. Well, this is Svartalfari writing on this page, and the Asgardian translation on the opposite page.  I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but I wish Loki was here. His projections are very useful , since you can’t read any of this.”
Loki slid around a bookcase. “I heard that.” He purred smugly.
Brunnhilde groaned and rolled her eyes, dropping her face into her hands.
“Norns, cut my string.” She begged. “Well, since you’re here, care to pull up Svartalfheim?”
“Perhaps later. For now, _____ come with me. You are to use our computer, and contact this forum of yours-“
“No.” You said.
There was a moment of silence.
“What?” Loki asked, incredulous. A look of glee spread across the Valkyrie’s face.
“I said no.” Maybe it was a bad idea to challenge him so abruptly like this, but the imperious tone he’d been using raised your hackles. Ordering you around was not a habit you could allow him to get into.
“What’s brought this on?” He demanded, indignant.
“There’s just no call to talk to me like that, that’s all.”
He slid onto the bench next to you, graceful as a panther, and projecting just as much danger. You glared straight into his eyes, watching his expression fill with irritation. And just like that, you were in a stand-off.
“You are not my equal.” He said, voice velvety and threatening. Don’t back down now, don’t back down…
“I’m not.” You said calmly. You dealt with irate customers all the time. All you had to do was keep a calm façade. “But I’m also not your subject or your servant. I’m not even your employee. Therefore, I decide what orders I obey. It’s not going to be all of them, no matter what you want.”
He looked completely taken aback. Clearly, he had been getting too used to your obedience. Nip it in the bud.
His stare was getting a little too intense. You looked away, just to see Brunnhilde practically sprawled across the table, chin balanced in her palms. Her delighted expression only brightened as she noticed your attention, gaze spearing Loki as she silently dared him to do anything.
“Fine.” He huffed. “Since you are being so particular, I don’t suppose you’d at least tell me why you won’t contact them? I assume it’s more than just a sudden burst of childish contrariness?”
Brunnhilde snorted.
“I can’t contact them because I’ve been blocked on the forums. You know, kicked out? Banished? Because of you. I can’t even access the pages. And you can’t make an account. You’re the reason they shunned me, you think they’ll talk to you? These people are paranoid, your Highness, they’re conspiracy theorists. Some of them have been institutionalized because of what they remember, and the rest are afraid that the same will be done to them. Not only do they have to live with the terrible things they remember, but they have to fear what might be done to them because of it.”
“I can provide them validation. Confirm that what they remember was real, and give them an explanation.” He pointed out, but you shook your head.
“They aren’t going to trust you, and you can’t reason with someone if they don’t trust you. And I can’t reach them anymore. The security footage from my work has gone viral. Anyone I talk to is going to think that you’re holding me hostage and making me say whatever you want.”
“Ugh, you really are useless!”
“Your reputation is not my fault. And besides, what are you even going to do with them? Tell them they all might be magic? And then what? You wanna teach them magic things? Where are you going to house them? Do you have a school? Are you just going to hunt down and kidnap the ones who don’t want to come? What’s your plan?”
“All I asked-“
“Ordered.”
“-was that you contact them. I never said I was going to go on a people-snatching rampage!”
“Google your name right now! You are already famous for doing exactly that!”
“To save your life!” He shouted.
“Nobody knows that!” You shouted back.
He threw his hands into the air. “Enough! I’m leaving! Stay and see if you can’t learn something through your burgeoning contrariety, I’ll be seeking out reasonable company!”
He stormed away through the library, ignoring the attention he’d brought on himself. The library doors weren’t the kind that could be slammed, but he made a spirited try.
You blew out a long breath, willing your heart to stop pounding. Brunnhilde actually giggled.
“That was delightful.” She praised.
“I’m so dead.” You moaned. “My stupid temper always gets me in trouble. I’m a goddamn adult, why can’t I keep my mouth shut?”
“You’re pretty when you’re mad.” She pointed out. “Not everyone’s so lucky. Besides, he’s just pissed because he mistook a few days of you being mostly obedient due to shock, as you two getting along perfectly.”
“He’s gonna kick my ass. Not literally, probably. He doesn’t seem like the kind to punch a woman for disobedience, but somehow…”
“Yeah, you’re pretty much guaranteed to find a snake in your bed tonight.” She agreed.
“Joke’s on him; I like snakes.”
“Do you really? Well, allow me to teach you about the supermassive black hole we’ve described as ‘gnawing the roots of Yggdrasil’. It’s swallowed multiple galaxies, and shows no signs of stopping. And so, we have named it Niddhogg…”
                                                                                      *****
 The snake was not in your bed, but in your bath; very large, and very green, it circled the entire tub. You paused upon seeing it, unsure if it was real. Were there any snakes in Iceland? You would say it was too cold, but you had seen common garden snakes in the snow before, and it was perfectly warm in here.
You finally decided that it could not be real. It was far too big to have gotten in without being seen. You stepped past it into the water. It hissed, and then disappeared into a sparkle of green light.
The next one might be real though.
However, if simple little pranks like that were all you received in revenge for flouting the prince, you could handle it.
The shampoo fizzled oddly as you massaged your scalp. Your hair would smell like him against your pillow, something that still made you uncomfortable.
You hadn’t gone to dinner, just asked for a sandwich to be sent to the library while you tried to make sense of the illustrations you’d been shown. You had never gotten around to finishing the lesson on Svartalfheim.
You still had to wear his bathrobes. Everything here was his. You had to make sure you didn’t get added to the collection.
Passing his long mirror, you noticed that the fizzing shampoo had done something drastic to your hair.
It was green.
Fury rose in you, but you stamped it down. He wanted you to react. Yes, you were disgusted that he had physically altered your body without your permission, but if you just didn’t react, he might give up. Or he might try to do even worse things.
You went straight to bed after your bath, but found that your blankets held no warmth.
What a little bastard.
                                                                                   *****
The next day found you tired, cold, and stiff, with dark circles under your eyes. Your hair was still green. Saldis very kindly said nothing about any of this when she brought your clothes and breakfast. More tasty oatmeal, and more conspicuous green and black clothing.
“Any more books?” You asked.
She shook her head. “Nothing new, I’m afraid. Is there anything else I can get for you instead?”
“Well, I don’t want to ask for too much, but if you have any art supplies lying around…”
“I’ll see what I can scrounge up. I know for sure we have plenty of pencils and paper. Seems like we are in a new era of kingship, where great battles are won on paper and with words. I prefer it, but don’t tell anyone I said so. My mother and father are too fond of their swords.”
“Not much call for sword battles around here anymore.”
“Let’s hope it stays that way. But just in case it does not, my parents still know how to swing theirs. Need any help with dressing?”
“Oh, no. I can definitely put on my own clothes.” You refrained from mentioning your wrongful placement of the jewelry earlier. “But while I’m dressing, could you tell me about yourself? “
And tell me if I’m wearing something wrong?
“Not all that much to tell, really. My mother is a palace servant, my father a guardsman. It’s a pretty common arrangement. I have mediocre swordmanship, but I’m very good at multitasking, so it was pretty obvious who I took more after. I went into training for the palace just after my schooling was completed.”
“Servants go to school too?” You asked.
“Certainly. Didn’t you?”
“Oh yeah, twelve years of it. But it wasn’t always like that. I think public schooling for everyone is pretty recent. And I’m not sure every country has it.”
“Well, we do. The law was set into place by Allfather Borr, about fifty thousand years ago. If I’m counting Midgardian years correctly.”
“Fifty thousand? “ You almost shouted. “But wasn’t he Loki-er, the Prince’s grandfather? He fought with the Vanir? It was that long ago?”
“Oh, have you been learning our history? That’s great! Yes, he was king before Allfather Odin, and he did a lot of great things. Pacifying and making reparations to the Vanir was one of them. Good thing too; they may not be as powerful as us, but they live even longer, so their memories don’t fade quickly. No one holds a grudge like a Vanir.”
You finished dressing and held your arms out from your sides for inspection. She declared you adequate, but decided to finish you up with some braids.
It turned out that Saldis was a braiding master. She knew dozens of ways to braid, for all hair lengths and textures.
Even though your hair was still green, and you still had sleep-sunken eyes, you felt fresher and less stiff. The breakfast helped tremendously. You almost felt presentable when you stepped out of your room.
Loki was in the small library again, still studying the Alfar book. He glanced at you briefly, smug smile crossing his features as he took in your green hair.
Don’t react.
“Will I be having more lessons today?” You asked.
“Not with me.” He said. “And likely not with Brunnhilde either. We’re both busy.”
“Oh. Nothing at all for me to do then?”
“Just stay put and be patient. Perhaps contact your captain, so that he doesn’t start thinking you’re trapped in my evil clutches, or some nonsense.”
Am I not?
“Sure. Do I just…you said there was a computer? I guess I could make a skype call or something. Do I need an escort?”
“Of course you do. You’re you. If I send you out on your own you’ll probably end up in Newfoundland.”
“It was one time!” You protested. “And it was your guards that kicked me out, might I remind you!”
“Speaking of…Andsvarr.” He called, and the young guard poked his head in. Loki spoke to him in their own language, lovely flowing sounds both foreign and soothing. Andsvarr nodded, bowed, then indicated that you should follow him.
“You speak with friends, yes? “ He asked on the way down the corridors. “Tell good times here?”
“Yeah, it hasn’t been bad so far. Kinda weird, but not bad. I feel like I should be freaking out a bit more than I am, but I’ve had it pointed out that I might be kinda in shock, which I guess makes sense.”
“Ah! Slow! Please.” Andsvarr begged, flipping through his little book. “Please. What ‘freaking’? Do not see.”
“Oh, sorry!” Loki had said he learned fast, but that didn’t mean he knew it all yet. Frankly, you were impressed he knew as much as he did in such a short time. You could barely pick out ‘yes’ or ‘no’ in Asgardian. “That means to be scared. So much, you can’t think.”
“Scared, yes. You are?”
“I should be. More than I am, anyway. Maybe it just hasn’t come yet.”
“I will guard.” Andsvarr promised, and you smiled. What a sweet kid.
He led you into a little room, flanked on both sides by more guards, who only let you pass after you held out your hand, and Andsvarr explained what you were to do here. You assumed, anyway. One of them left before the other opened the door.
Inside the room were a few chairs, and one completely average computer, the kind you used to use at school.
“King knows how to work it.” Andsvarr said. “We wait for him now.”
You grinned wide, and poked the power button. Andsvarr gasped as the machine booted up.
“Midgardian technology.” You explained. “I grew up with this.”
He slapped his forehead. “Yes!” He laughed.
“You will still need my password, I’m afraid.” Thor said, stepping into the room. How did a man so large make so little noise? Andsvarr bowed deeply.
“You’re Alarr’s boy, aren’t you?” Thor asked. Andsvarr answered quickly and nervously, gesturing at you. You thought you heard Loki’s name in the flow of unfamiliar words.
“Oh, really? Well, good for you! It can be very difficult, not following your fathers path, but you seem to be doing quite well for yourself.”
Something strange was going on here. Andsvarr didn’t understand that much English, spoken that fast, but he seemed to understand Thor just fine. You didn’t know why the king was using your language to talk to one of his own people.
Thor typed in his password, and you started up the video call on your own. Both men hovered on the periphery, waiting to see what happened. It was amusing, but you didn’t want whoever picked up to think you were being monitored for content.
The screen lit up with the face of a lovely ginger lady.
“Well!” She said. “You’re not the king of Asgard.”
“Definitely not.”
“But I am.” Thor leaned over your shoulder. Greetings, Lady Potts, are Tony or Steve available? We have business.”
“So I’ve heard. You must be _____ _______.”
“Yes ma’am. I’m supposed to check in every week. So here I am!”
Andsvarr asked something.
“New York. It’s a city in a country across the sea.” Thor answered.
Andsvarr asked something else.
“No, their technology comes from a different source. It’s mostly electricity based.”
“Let me go get Steve.”
“Hey, what’s going on with that?” You asked while she was gone. “You’re talking to him, but in English?”
“It’s not English. Literally everything can understand me when I speak, if I want them to. It comes with being Asgardian royalty. Loki can do it too, but he doesn’t always use the ability. He likes keeping a few secrets.”
He would want to be able to say things you couldn’t understand. Give orders you wouldn’t know about. Set up things without you being able to see it coming.
 Captain America-Steve Rogers appeared on the screen. Your insides filled with butterflies. Here was your favorite hero, once again! He wasn’t even wearing his mask.
“Good morning. Mrs. Potts tells me you’re here for your check in? Hello Thor. Young man.”
Andsvarr looked at Thor, who grinned genuinely.
“Good to see you again! Keeping busy? You see we are keeping up our end of the bargain.”
“I see. Look, not to be rude, but could you and your man-“
“Get the Hel out? I figured it would be like that. If you have time for a chat afterwards…?”
“Actually, I do. We really need to catch up.”
Thor agreed, and led Andsvarr out.
“How are you doing?”
“So much better than I was. You said you guys contacted my dad? He told you I was sick, right? Like, barely able to get out of bed, sick?”
“Yes, he did say that.”
“We’ve figured out part of what caused it.”
“Did it have something with your meeting with Loki about six months ago?”
“Er, yeah. I wouldn’t call it a meeting really, I didn’t know it was him at the time. All of that really was an accident. But hey, do you know anything about magic?”
“If you’re expecting me to say I don’t believe in it, I can’t. Seen too much.”
“Well, that makes talking about this a bit easier then. It turns out I can do magic. Or I will be able to do magic, once I learn how.”
You explained nearly everything to him, save for your remembrance of the Tragedy that Never Was, and your conflicting thoughts about Loki-those fears were not yet founded and didn’t need bringing up.
He had messages from your father and Tara, from your coworkers. You cried a little at that point, missing them all, even your old job. Then you had to reassure him that you were fine, being treated well, that no one had caused you any harm. He had a lot of questions about Loki, most of which you couldn’t answer. Somehow, neither him, nor anyone else had offered any comment on your green hair.
“Are you comfortable with showing me this mark?” He asked you, and you nodded, holding out your hand. At least the damn thing wasn’t in some embarrassing place. “We can do some research as well, just in case Loki isn’t entirely on the level about helping you out. How has it been affecting you?”
“The past few days I’ve been mostly just eating and sleeping a whole lot. I look healthier now, but it’s not all me. There’s some kind of…energy transfer, I guess? I don’t really understand it yet, but I guess I’m kinda leeching energy from Loki right now. Probably will be until I get healthy on my own again. But that’s the real reason I can’t leave. If I get too far away from him, I get sick again. I’ve already tested this; it’s true.”
“Experimental medical procedure?”
“Very experimental. But I’m okay here, I really am. No one has been cruel to me. Even Loki has been…tolerable at worst, pretty decent mostly.”
“He’s unpredictable.” He warned.
“I know. I’ve seen a bit of it. But I haven’t been hurt. I think maybe you might talk to Thor about that a little? Stuff might have happened out in space, you know?”
“Is that your way of saying you’re done talking to me?”
“Sorry! I just don’t have anything else to report. But these are good people here. Different, but good. So far, everyone’s been so kind to me, and they really didn’t have to be. I’m just some stranger their prince brought home, after all. But they’ve all been really responsible and nice. So like, if there’s ever anything that can be done for them-“
“Don’t worry about that. Thor has allies here, and all the Nordic countries have acted very positively towards this new Asgard. They have support. You just see to yourself. Make sure to tell us if anything causes you trouble, anything at all. I don’t doubt that these are good people-mostly. But they are not human, and they may not all see you as a life worth valuing. Loki himself might change his mind at any time. I’m sure Thor will try to keep him under control, but he has not always succeeded at that.”
‘I’ve been known to change my mind on less than a whim.’
“I’ll try to keep it in mind.”
“You do that, Miss. I’ll talk to you again in about a week.”
You nodded and said your goodbyes, then you went and fetched Thor, leaving him to talk, while Andsvarr escorted you back to Loki’s rooms.
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hmm. how would y’all like a preview of If I Go 
This is the first of three segments that’ll make up the Prologue. Have fun kids see y’all on the 13th. 
[Part One of the AU] 
April 1963
The girl rushed down the hall, shouldering past the doctors and scientists, who proceeded to completely ignore her, as well as the fact she was struggling to hide her shock and fear. If any of them looked close enough at her to notice that, they would also notice her eyes, and then they would know exactly why she was so nervous. And then she’d get in trouble. She didn’t like that.
She finally made it to the room she wanted; it was decorated with a Rainbow on the frame, but she would have known where she was going even without it. She knew this Lab like the back of her hand; she’d been here her entire life. Which meant that she knew that the storm currently raging outside would knock out the security cameras for quite some time.
She swung open the door to the Rainbow Room, rushed in, and slammed it shut.
There were four other people inside. One and Two, sitting on the table, looked up from their books, barely reacting to her sudden and panicked appearance. Three, from her perch on the cushion she’d dragged in, didn’t even glance at her, instead watching flames flicker on her palm. And Five was curled up in the corner, looking shocked and shaken as she entered. He wasn’t quite as used to life as the rest of them were; she remembered Father saying that he’d been a bit spoiled, and to just be patient with him. He’d come around soon.  
The girl stared at them, then she shut her sage-green eyes and shifted.
She shrank, her clothes suddenly getting very big on her. Her skin turned paler, and her hair dropped from blonde curls to a black bob. And she went from somewhere in her mid-thirties to fifteen.
She looked up, and said, in a shaky voice, “They found Four.”
One and Two instantly leapt to their feet, slamming the books on the table. Three clenched her fist, extinguishing the flames, as she whipped around to stare at her friend. “You’re kidding.”
“I wouldn’t kid about this.” she responded, rolling up her long sleeves. “They finally found him on the streets. He’s hurt, they’ve got him in Solitary until he can move back into his room.”
“Oh my God.” Two said, raising a hand to her mouth, looking about ready to cry. “Oh my God, he’s alive?”
“Would’ve thought they’d kill him, for all this trouble they caused him.” Five muttered.
“Shut up, they wouldn’t kill him!” Three glared at Five, before turning back to the girl. “Do you think that means security’ll lax a bit? I wanted to go see that movie about the Birds-”
“Can we see him?” One asked, looking very nervous.
“I… doubt they’ll let us visit him until they can treat him.” the girl said, playing with her hair. “You know he kept getting sick in the head before he ran, and he’s probably still sick now-”
“Come on, Blank Slate!” Two said, using the nickname she was fond of. “That’s our baby brother!”
“My name is Ellington,” the girl said sharply, “He’s your baby brother, I’m not related to him, and if you- if you think I’m going to sneak you out-”
“Yes! Sneak us out!” Three ran over, throwing her arms around Ellington in a hug. “Come on! Let’s do it! Let’s see Four-”
“No! No, no, no!” Ellington pushed her away, shaking her head. “No, you remember what happened last time!”
“What happened last time?” Five asked bitterly.
“We got caught last time.” Two said. “That won’t happen again. Listen.” She turned towards Five. “Tell me if we disappear.” She shut her eyes and waved her hand.
Five raised his eyebrow. “Impressive.” he said. “You’re all gone.”
“See! I can make people think we’re not there.” Two said. “You just have to keep on that uniform One stole for you-”
“Do you have to bring that up all the time?” One groaned.
“-and bring us down the hall, we visit Four, and get back here before the cameras go back on. Simple!” Two finished.
“I…” Ellington sighed. “No. No, you remember what they did last time they caught me using my power to sneak you all out.”
“I can look ahead to make sure nobody’s guarding him.” One volunteered.
“I can set someone on fire.” Three said.
“Please don’t.” Two said.
“I can come with you.” Five said. “If it’ll piss your Dad off.”
“We’re not going to do anything that would piss Father off!” Ellington yelled. “We’re not going!”
“Come on!” Three put her head on Ellington’s shoulder. “Come on, Zero! Ground Zero! Lucky Zero!”
“Stop that.” Ellington said, though she did smile slightly.
“Seriously, though.” Three gave her a pleading look. “It’s Four. It’s our Lemony. Can’t we just go visit? Five minutes.”  
Ellington stared at her, and then sighed. “Fine. But it’s all your idea if we get caught, okay?”
“Deal!” Three bounced up, flapping her hands in excitement. “Whoo! We’re gonna see Four!”
“Stay calm, and stay close to Two.” Ellington said, backing up. She focused until she shifted back to her scientist disguise; she hadn’t yet been caught as the blonde doctor, though she was always worried whenever someone looked at her eyes.
As soon as she was in her disguise, she took a deep breath. They were all close to Two, who was watching them all, flicking her hand to make them as invisible as possible, an illusion of nothing hovering over them.
“Okay.” Ellington sighed. “Let’s go see Four.”
She opened the door, peering out. When she saw nobody was out there, she held it open for her fellow experiments, and then she shut the door and started running. They raced as fast as they dared, with Ellington nodding politely to any doctors who passed her. She really hoped that Two could manage to hold an illusion for a few minutes, or else someone might spot them all, and they’d be in deep shit.
When she finally reached the right hallway, she stopped and waited while One shut his eyes and hummed. Then, he said, “Nobody’s guarding. But the door’s locked.”
“No problem.” Three said. “I’ve got a hairpin.”
They turned the bend, and Three ran up ahead.
“How’s she know how to pick a lock?” Five asked, slightly impressed.
“She and Four get into shit all the time.” Two sighed.
“As if you didn’t try to steal the-” One said.
“Shh!” Ellington said, moving up behind Three. “Hurry it up! We don’t have much time, who knows when the cameras could go back on?”
“It’ll be fine.” Three said. She finally got it unlocked, and she pushed open the door.
The second she saw Four, she gasped and ran forwards, suddenly horrified. Two let out a cry and followed her, with a concerned One at her heels. Ellington gasped, and then after Five went in, she brought up the rear and slammed the door shut before shifting back into herself.
Four looked awful.
“Lemony!” Three gasped, trying to hold him up. He was covered in bruises, and he had a scar on his cheek and up his leg. He was slumped against the wall, not looking conscious. “Lemony! Lem, hey, it’s us! We’re here!”
“Lemony, are you okay?” One asked, looking scared.
“Oh, God. Oh, God, what happened to you out there?” Two was crying.
“Are you sure the people on the streets did that?” Five muttered, but only Ellington heard him. She shot him a glare before she ran to Four, too, kneeling in front of him.
“Lem, hey, hey.” Three was muttering. “Lemony!”
Ellington gasped as Lemony’s eyes fluttered open. “Bea?” he whispered, his voice ragged.
“Lem!” Three was crying now, too. “Lem, we’re all here! Kit, and Jacques, and Ellie, and Olaf!”
“Three.” Ellington warned. Those were their outside names. Though, after Three backed up slightly, she did sigh and reach forwards to pat his hand. “We missed you. And you’re gonna have to come up with something to tell our Associates. Moxie was fucking furious.”
“Language.” One said automatically, and Ellington flinched.
“Fuck off.” Five said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.
“You should yell ‘language’ at Moxie.” Three laughed slightly. “Ellie said she was cussing up a storm.”
“You…” Lemony sat up slightly, flinching a lot. “You haven’t talked to her?”
“We’ve all been locked under heavy security.” Three admitted. “The only outside kid I’ve been able to talk to is Bertrand, and even he’s allowed in less, he can’t even bring his homework in anymore in case he’s smuggling something in.”
“That’s kinda your fault.” Two said. “They didn’t like that you ran.”
“But you’re here now.” One said. “And that’s what matters. You’re home, you’re safe-”
“No.” Lemony shook his head, tears coming to his eyes. “No, no, I can’t be here-”
“See? He’s still sick.” Ellington sighed. “But you’ll be okay soon! You’re back here, they can-”
“No. No, Ellington, they’re hurting us-”
“Stop that.” Ellington scolded. “Stop it! We’re helping them, and they’re taking care of us!”
“They-”
“Look what happened!” Two added. “Look at you! This is what happens when you go off on your own!”
“Don’t yell at him!” Three shouted. “He’s learned his lesson!”
“Apparently not.” Ellington huffed. “He’s still saying this stuff.”
“Ellington, they’ve hurt us.” Four said, his quiet voice sounding desperate. “When we can’t do something, do something wrong, when-”
“Kids get punished all the time.” Two said. “We’re not special, Lem! They’re not murdering us and throwing us in the woods, it’s just discipline.”
“Besides, we’re special.” One said quietly. “We get special treatment.”  
“No! They’re lying, they’re-” Four tried to sit up, only to let out a pained scream. He flinched back, and Three caught him.
“You need sleep.” Three said quietly. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”
“And we need to get back to the Rainbow Room before we get caught.” Ellington added, as she heard a clap of thunder overhead. “The cameras’ll be on soon.”  
“We really did miss you, Lem.” Three said, smiling a bit. “We can catch you up on all our stories-”
“I wanna go.” Four said quietly, curling up a bit. “Get me out, please…”
“You’ll be okay.” Two said. “We’re together now! We’re all here. We’re the Numbers, right? Zero to Five!”
Four didn’t respond, instead curling up more.
“We’ll see you soon, okay? Get some sleep.” Three said. She hesitated, and then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Get well soon.”
“Beatrice-”  
Three slowly laid him against the wall, and then turned towards Ellington. “Ready to go?”
Ellington shifted back into her adult form. “Yeah. See you soon, Four. We are glad you’re back, we missed you a lot.”
She doubted she was the only one who noticed that he started to cry, then, but nobody said anything.
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