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galaxiadreams · 1 year

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The Final Blessing-

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Warning: blood, death, angst

Synopsis: the archon war was cruel, in order to save your people and Zhongli, you broke his contract...

Word Count: 686

a/n: Hiiiii!!! This is my first post of writing on tumblr(there maybe some grammar mistakes etc.) pls enjoy! constructive criticism welcomed! I hope to post more writing in the future!

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The sky was painted red with blood, smoke and ash falling all around her. She lay on the ground along with her fellow soldiers, eyes trying to focus on the gray snowflake drifting above her. Ears ringing, she tries to push herself up, up to fight again. But not a muscle in her body would allow that. She could hardly breath and felt so tired. How did she end up like this? Another body fell beside her, she strained her neck to see an arrow edged deep into his left eye, blood streaming down his face like tears. She remembers now, he was her Head General. Memories flood her with emotions, excitement, anger, horror, and hopelessness. It was the Archon War, a war for the strong, a war for the greedy, a war that will only end in loss.

She looked up at the pink clouds slowly rolling across the blood orange sky. Gosh, dusk never looked so serene and beautiful… A shadow blocked her view, golden hair flowing around the figure.

“Have you come to kill me, Morax?” Her voice was tiny against all the chaos around her.

“Yes,” Morax replied. His response sent her heart plummeting down further than the abyss. “You violated our contract and endangered my people” Oh Celestia, what great irony to be killed by the one you were trying to save.

Turquoise tears streamed down her face, she scoffed, “Of course, the emperor of contracts shows no mercy to those who break his flimsy paper contracts.”

“You know very well of what you did.”

“Yeah, trying to protect my people and yours from treacherous death! I was trying to save you! You know I had to do it!” The Goddess of Spring shouted, voice cracking as more tears streamed down her face, “Please, Moarx…”

The Geo Lord raised his metallic spear, its intricate carvings gleaming in the sunlight. “Y/n… I –”

“Save it…promise me you’ll take care of my people, please promise me that people will remember me…don’t forget my love for you, please.” she begged, her eyes locking to his watery golden ones. Those Golden hues held so much pain, anger, and desperation; even with a face scrunched up in pain, his beauty never ceases to amaze her. The way his yellow patterns shaped his face, the way his sharp yet curved nose sets perfectly between his eyes…those lips that once whispered praise and promises of a glorious future, the ones that melted her heart and soul.

“I promise.” he whispers, staring into the star filled eyes of his lover, he brings his spear down. The speed of it ignites the air with fire, as it hits her heart, a shockwave tore through the battlefield. Knocking everyone down in its path.

The Geo Archon fell to his knees beside her body, her fresh blood painting his robes red. Her blood seeps into the ground of this barren land, destroyed by death and the vengeful energy of dead gods. Moarx has never felt what a stab to the heart truly meant till this moment, his body rocked with sobs as he felt a dagger tearing his heart apart.

Watching his tears falling to the ground with his head down, a warmth suddenly starts to seep into his knees. Greenery starts to cover the dusty ground as flowers and grass emerge, blanketing the land around him with spring. Moarx raised his head to look at his lover…her soft green hair spreading around her body, his eyes soaking every single up and down of her angelic face as golden dust floated up from her skin. His eyes trail down to his golden spear lodged in her chest…a warm spring breeze hugged him.

The Battle around him stopped as every monster, man, creature, and god marveled at the new scenery around them. Green fields and meadows spread around them endlessly, peace and tranquility filled their hearts, trees covered with blossoms of every color sprouted from the ground…. This is the final blessing of y/n, Goddess of Spring… a safe heaven in the middle of a war of gods, paid by her blood.

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#zhongli #genshin #genshin impact #x reader #x you #heavy angst #angst #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #zhongli x you #sad stories #zhongli x fem!reader #zhongli x female reader #zhongli imagines

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empresskadia · 2 months

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Not Everyone Survives [Blue Team| Red Team| Naomi-010]

Prompt: You didn't survive This is my treat for you all, I said, we're gonna be sad together~ I got some Red Team content for you @jackpot-library

Maybe after Cortana, it should've been easier but that was a delusional hope, John doesn't stop, John cannot stop. It's mission after mission for him, with or without Blue team. He gives himself no time to collect himself, John doesn't want to think because if he does, he'd have to accept you're gone. And if he doesn't stop, maybe somewhere, something will stop him and he might get to see his beloved partner again. There isn't a day where he doesn't hold your dog tags and run his thumb across your name or service number and he's so gently with them like it's the last piece of you he has.

For all the battles Kelly's been through, she thought she could handle this death well, especially after losing Sam and the other Spartans, but this was so different. Whenever someone says your name, she'll shuts down, and leave the room without another glance. It doesn't matter if there is an outranking officer on deck, Fred and Linda do their best to cover for her. Kelly's never fully able to let go and always makes it a point to visit your grave often, maybe if she was fast enough this would have never happened.

In his mind, it's his fault, and Fred continuously blames himself, he apologizes again and again while cradling your body until Kelly places a hand on his shoulder. Even then, Fred still feels like you're there with him. Sometimes he'll say something to you and when there's no response, he looks around for a moment before realization sinks in and he apologizes to you again, if only he would've been fast, more prepared and it's a constant cycle that claws at whatever humanity he has left.

It took hours for Linda to move as she sat with your body for a very long, letting the cloth wrap you up, that maybe, you were just asleep under the sheet. For once in her life, she doesn't have the courage, she had held you while you died and it took all her strength. Linda was quiet before but now she only spoke when necessary, and even then, using hand signals more often than not. She always keeps a reminder of you with her, not that she could ever forget, she never would do you the dishonor. It's just a way to keep your memory alive and every shot she makes from then on out is for her partner.

There is a single threat that snapped in Jerome's mind when he witnessed the life drain out of his partner. He held you till the end while you bled out, unable to stop the inevitable no matter how hard he tried, it wasn't enough, he wasn't enough to stop this. And the only answer that's clear in his head is revenge. He will not rest until everyone involved is dealt with and suffers the same fate as his beloved. His partner was the most precious thing to him, and now you were gone, so why shouldn't there be repercussions? Why shouldn't someone pay?

It's hard for Douglas to go on without you, every time he sees someone that even remotely resembles his partner or an object that remembers him of you, his heart stops for a second. He'll visit your grave often with flowers he personally collected and sits there for a long time before telling you about recent missions. He doesn't want his partner to feel lonely, so if no one needs him, that's where the other Spartans can find him. Douglas often tells himself he can handle this, that he has to for your sake because you would be so upset with him if he didn't.

To everyone's surprise, Alice refuses to accept it for the longest time, she saves a seat for you everywhere, even making comments about how she'll tell you about this mission later. No one dares correct her, she wouldn't forgive them. Any weapons her partner may have owned are cared for because she wants them to be perfect for your next use and no one else is allowed to use it. She can't process her grief, this wasn't a challenge, and this wasn't something she could fix, sooner than later her grief turns into anger and Alice can only take it out on the field, littering the ground with her enemies.

Missing her partner hurts like hell; Naomi finally understands the phrase 'a broken heart', it's a wound that will never heal, it's a hole in her chest that will never be content again. And she can only circle back to her thoughts of how lonely you must've felt, that she hadn't been there to die with you or even hold you against her while the light faded from your eyes. Naomi had always been surrounded by death but never believed it could take her partner till she saw your body and could never bring herself to quite look at the stars the same way again. Her star in the sky was no longer there. There is no amount of cheering up that BB or Mal or Vaz can do to bring her back, but she tries to find her partner in the little things, in the breeze kissing her face, in the water dancing against her skin but Naomi misses you and wants her partner back.

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honeyy-star · 4 months

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Hiiii so like the other night like at 3am I got bored and wrote my idea for jd25 lore and like I wanted to share it cus idk

THIS WAS JUST FOR FUN BTW also I wrote it literally at 3:47am so Ik got some stuff wrong and it’s goofy 🥲

So like how I would put this

PREQUEL SONG FOR TRAVELER AND SIHA THAT IS NOT APART OF THE LORE PLAYLIST it’s introduced in one of the seasons as a surprise song(the song being wanderlust by The Weeknd) it has them going throughout the danceverses looking for their son, calling out to him and trying to find him, whilst they are portaling through each danceverse, there are memories of them with wanderlust flashing throughout the background(specifically during the “precious little diamond” parts) at the end they then portal to Eternyx where they find Jack. The song ends here.

Solo Song(grenade) for Jack as the start off to the lore that talks about him wanting to find his friends and to help them but he knows they wouldn’t like this due to them being corrupted and would very likely attack him so he’s stuck because he doesn’t know how to save them TILL traveler and siha show up via portal and offer to help him

Solo for Sara that shows the just dancers immediately after the events of tainted love being commanded by her & night swan to go and turn the citizens of the danceverses evil at the end they all portal out to do so

Solo song for brezziana that shows her being mean to the people and forcibly turning them to swan servants, jack, now accompanied by siha and traveler find her in sun horizon and try to fight her but she escapes with the people that she’s turned into servants. Afterwards a random coach decided to join traveler, siha and Jack in order to help their friends who were turned.

Next song will be with mihaly causing a huge panic in dancity which causes people to turn into swan servants. Jack & co find them again but they just miss them so they focus on calming everyone and then afterwards another random coach joins them

NEXT SONG is purely just wanderlust. This song would have him not actually turning anyone. He’s inside his discoball realm which now has a throne and kinda looks like a small castle. In this song he sings about how he has plans to completely ditch night swan and take over the danceverses for himself. At the end he opens a portal to see his mother, father, Jack and other coaches leaving dancity, knowing that they are looking for him + the other dancers he then leaves to tell nightswan (but also because he wants to challenge his parents for the throne)

Song with nightswan where Sara is beside her, wanderlust is in it for a bit and it’s him warning them and he kinda just goes off camera while Nightswan and Sara plan a way to fight against traveler, siha + the coaches and to get Jack to join their side but are cut short as Jack & co found the boat so the nightswan immediately calls back the just dancers and the song ends

Second to last song aka battle song (emperors new clothes by jann) the just dancers are commanded by night swan to go and attack them and they go do that BUT they do it 1 by 1 and they all get turned back to the good side by Jack & team TILL they get to wanderlust. Wanderlust specifically tries to go after traveler and siha but Jack blocks him and starts a fight/dance with him(kinda mirrors the beginning of majesty) to try and distract him so that siha and traveler can turn him good again, eventually they manage to do that but because of how much magic they used wanderlust doesn’t really wake up like mihaly, brezz, and the other swan servants the accompanied him did and he kinda just knocks out, traveler and nova stay behind to look after him but lend Jack a helping hand with their magic . Then after that sara now appears last to challenge Jack and his team but she loses and turns good again lmfao, THEN Nightswan appears and she is pissed and starts to fight them herself, another huge fight ensues and eventually now that the dancers are (sorta) together, they all team up against nightswan, before nightswan is defeated however, she sends out a bout of her magic to infect one last person, that person being wanderlust who at this point is barely waking up, the magic that infects him is still too weak to fully take over his mind though. It cuts back to nightswan literally just proofing into black feathers or something.

After this, they all reunite with eachother and celebrate the defeat of nightswan, the song ends.

The final song is a victory part song with the just dancers + the people of the danceverses now celebrating the defeat of night swan. Everything is happy till at the very end when they all go their separate ways, wanderlust, traveler, and siha return to the hotel, they give him a hug and then leave the room. Wanderlust immediately after goes into his discoball realm that is still adorned with the dark royalty stuff + the throne, he walks up to the throne and sits on it and the magic that infected him at the end of the battle song fully takes him over and it now has wanderlust as the new evil threat basically and that him being “chosen to rule the danceverses” wasn’t really a good thing. And the prophecy about him saving the danceverses was like, super duper wrong. The lore ends here.

#just dance 2024 #just dance #just dance 2023 #idk man #I made this soley cus like idk I want wanderlust to stay evil or somethin #he got hella villain potential I can’t lie #they goin thru it Fr

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svnflowehrs · 18 days

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pick your poison babe

ophelia ft. hunter west / @dropsofjupitcr

— this drabble was planned out with jess as a 'what if these two got together' type thing. it uses much of taylor swift lyrics (especially from the new album). while most of this is considered 'canon' between the two, it's definitely not as we don't see them actually getting together. anyway! enjoy!! there is drug and alcohol mentions in this so please be mindful when reading!

it had been a fortnight since she last saw hunter. a long fortnight since he’d walked out the door of her hospital room, whispers of sweet nothings, whispers in the dark, broken promises, broken hearts. she’d lost count of the number of times she’d almost called, knowing he wouldn’t pick up. she’d been left behind, left in the dark of what had happened. sat back home, the stitches on her leg were driving her insane. ophelia was strong, she’d made it through worse, so why did this feel like it was ruining her life? like she was the last one to know? the silence of her place was deafening, the slow tick, tick tick, of the clock on the wall was doing nothing to help her. she was shattered and bruised, tearing at the walls, she needed an escape. needed to forget about him.

ollie was a good man at first, picked up the broken parts of ophelia, and tried to put her back together again, paper-thin hearts often couldn’t be mended by a few good deeds. couldn’t build some up from the ashes of their lives they were trying to erase. everyone had their thoughts, and the thoughts became like weapons to be used against her. could someone truly be a functioning alcoholic? well, it seemed like they could. just because she was semi-famous did not mean she didn’t make mistakes, ollie was only the first in a long line of men who tried to fix ophelia in the months of darkness after her accident. no one ever quite made her feel special or touched her heart like hunter had. but he was ghosting her, ignoring her. sure she knew she was fucked in the head, the accident had taken its toll physically and mentally. deeper and deeper down the spiral she went. smelling like weed became her new normal. one for the pain, and two for the loss of what could have been, what should have been.

it was matt who got her into the most trouble. night clubs, day drinking, a never-ending wave of being high or drunk. perhaps this was just a new normal. a new way of life for her. the was no cure for her, not right now, the were storms within her heart and her mind. sending her deeper, and deeper down her spiral. wishing she was dead as she lay in bed, the memories of nights before burned in her mind. the black dog always chasing her down. she knew she was making headlines, what did it matter, it wasn’t like she had a reason to live. how could a man she always thought would be a lion, so strong, so brave turn out to be a coward, turn his back on her? did their friendship mean nothing, every man she was ever with never held a candle to him. they hadn’t ever been lovers, but the what-ifs played on her mind, drove her down the same path every night.

manic phases should have been given, since she’d been on a downward spiral, a phoenix, trying to rise from the very ashes of a life she gave away, trying to find her way back into the sun. stumbling out of clubs, faking it till she made it seem like a simple thing, but god was it exhausting, plastering on a fake smile, pretending she was okay for a little while. people telling her the cage she was in was her own doing, in her head. but when the world is looking at you, where else were you meant to live instead? stumbling into the situation ship with matt had given her something to cling to, he’d promised her the world, and she’d been foolish enough to trust him. foolish enough to think that he might be the one to save her from herself. in reality, he was the bigger monster, feeding her insecurities and pushing her deeper into the depths of darkness.

hunter in his own right was also a functioning alcoholic, no one seemed to notice or care enough to point out the change in him, and even if they had he probably would have ignored them, living for the hope of it all, that all of this was a dream he’d wake up from. he’d broken the very person he promised he would never hurt. she’d never skate again, the damage to her leg was too much. if only he’d listened, stop pushing himself so hard, his depression was hitting harder and harder, faking smiles, faking happiness. but at the end of the day, the only solace he found was in a bottle. memories of a time go by burned in the back of his mind. the twisting of a knife within her heart. monsters outside his window, trying to stake their claim on him.

photos of her in the press, with some other man's arms wrapped around her caused a sinking within his heart, was it really over, they didn’t talk anymore, he’d called his mother, trying to get everything off his chest, how he felt, how he hated the thought of someone else touching her. his mother, as much as she loved her son, had loved ophelia as a daughter told him that this was for the best, that one day she’d faded from his memories, and she’d be nothing but a distant memory. but what if he didn’t want that? often chastising himself that ophelia wasn’t his, she was never his to lose, he’d fumbled so hard there, always playing a game of will they won’t they. maybe the press had been right, you truly don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, and he could have had her.

was it petty yes, but he was nothing but a simple man who had enough of seeing his bambi stumbling out of clubs at 2 am, her face plastered all over the papers, headlines out washed up ice skater on the brink, she wasn’t washed up, she may have been on the brink but that was his doing. he knew it too. he’d led her on, twisted the knife, and left her alone. shattered heart, ruined her life by letting her fall for him. fuck it if he couldn’t have her, he’d show her what she was missing. even if he was the one to blame for the miscommunication, it wasn’t like she’d tried to reach out. he sent a simple invitation out to her and even added a plus one because he felt nice. he just prayed to god that she’d see the light, she how bad matt was for her. everyone was telling her. he wanted to fix her, fix the parts he and every other man since had broken for her.

the invite surprised ophelia, it was weird, why was this the way he chose to reach out and speak to her for the first time in almost six months? an invite to a show they should have been at together, was this some kind of torture trying to show her what she’d lost? or was this a genuine act of kindness from him, did he want to see her again? she’d send a reply back that she’d be there, the was no way she was turning down a chance to see hunter skate, she didn’t hate him, she never had, never blamed him either. they were both people pleaser's, who wanted the world to see them for who they were, not what they did, so it was no wonder something happened, forever feeling like petulant teenagers, locked in the ages they first got their gold medals, never seeming to be able to grow up out of the way they were.

for once ophelia was clean, she’d not drunk or taken drugs in weeks, she was trying to heal but that didn’t mean she still wasn’t circulating from man to man. ollie was back at her side, a situationship she couldn’t seem to shake, she was sober but that didn’t mean she was fully off everything, the small voice in the back of her mind telling her she needed another high, that she needed to chase how good she felt. truth was, it never felt good, and the comedown was even harder, bodies were weak they were just flesh and bones and sometimes she felt a chill to the core. like somewhere, in some other life things might have been different.

because hunter was a petty soul, through and through, he made sure that ophelia and her plus one were sat right at the front with the tickers reserved for them, right where they would be able to make eye contact, and because he was an even bigger and pettier man, he’d chosen their song as the dance he was going to do, if anything was going to signal to her how he felt then this would be it. he’d even found out the exact costume he’d last worn when they danced to this together. sometimes being petty meant making hard truths hit home, he only hoped that this would do the trick.

settling into her seat, she watched those before hunter skate, her attention not fully on them, a knot at the pit of her stomach, wondering why now, of all times did he want her there, they’d not spoken in months, their friendship was burned to the ground when he’d walked away after promising he wouldn’t. he’d left her, but how he wanted her back in his life? why? what was the reason for it? she wasn’t paying attention to the announcement but then she heard the familiar opening to sparks fly start, and she just knew this was hunter. standing there alone in the center of the ice he was watching her, trying to gauge her reaction.

her heart was thudding in her chest as she watched him, moving with such air and grace, he’d grown stronger and more disciplined in the last six months, he was pushing through this, on adrenaline, on the thought of her seeing the light, seeing what they needed to be. sure this was a shot in the darkest dark, they were both unarmed, balancing on almost broken branches of what their lives were, but if this was the last time he was going to see her, he needed to show he always felt the same. it’s why he’d chosen sparks fly, because even now. even after all this time, she was the one who he’d drop everything for, even if he’d not fully committed to that part.

at the end of the performance, he was eye to eye with her, tears staining his cheeks, it had been so long since he cried while performing, but the emotionally charged song, having her there, brought everything to a head, he could see it in her too, the loss, the pain, the wondering what could have been. his eyes seemed to beg her to stay, all she had to do was stay so they could talk. all he wanted was a moment of her time, a moment to try and reconnect, build up those burned-down bridges. try and find a way in. he’d lost track of the amount of times he’d cried in the gym over her. those photos of the woman he loved in the depths of an addiction, he wanted to help, he wanted to be her savior, make sure she was the heroine in her own story.

standing on the sidewalk alone outside of the arena she felt the rain start to fall, she’d promised to meet hunter here, so that they could talk, but the air around her felt thick with the loss, and indecision on what she was meant to do. for so long she’d been running, trying to find happiness in the bottom of bottles, living with her champagne bottles. never truly knowing where she stood, and what she should have done. she’d always been down bad over hunter, ever since they hit their teens, heck she’d said fuck it a few too many times when drunk, they almost kissed when doing romantically charged songs, had they always been like this, just hoping the other would say something, would risk something?

“ba..ophelia?” hunter's voice broke through her thoughts, he’d had to stop himself from calling her bambi, he had to remember he lost that privilege a long time ago.

a smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she ran a hand through her hair to look up at him, he was still the most handsome man she’d ever met “hunter…it’s been a while…” god that sounded so stupid didn’t it? of course, it had been a while.

“you…look…tired.” his voice was soft as he got closer to her, he knew she was probably like him functioning to the best they could. faking it to the outside world. he saw the spark behind her eyes was gone. he just wanted to take away the pain.

her eyes scanned his face, this could be the worst choice she was making, or the one that could change her whole life for the better, she only hoped that this was what he wanted, what they’d both always wanted, instead of replying to him she rested a hand on his cheek, her eyes finding his as if searching for permission, before swallowing her pride and leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his arms wrap around her, it may have started to rain in that very moment. but nothing else mattered. years of unsaid things were being laid bare in that kiss. she’d take the poison that was hunter over the toxic life she’d been living any day.

#dropsofjupitcr #╎ 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 ╎ — ophelia grace.

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sadpurpleguy · 4 months

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I need mahoyo sequels for the alice-soujuurou wedding you can't tell me those two don't have anything going on with how they act. Wdym he looked at Alice after saying I'm glad that went well while his body is all broken and gone and he literally just threw hand with a being not even the two girls can beat.

His monologue while looking at Alice after waking up at the mansion is not even helping. What a very detailed narration you have on how Alice is so pretty. That's a very friend thing to do

Don't get me started on how he ran down the hills to the park just to save her. You'll kill me if I help her? Sure why not now where is she

He was also literally so gentle with her even as they got to the mansion. With how careful he treats Alice, you'd think Alice is gonna break like a glass anytime now. I have too many thoughts about soujuurou regarding how he treats Alice but I'll stop here because its late and I gotta finish this post.

Now Alice. I think it's already obvious she likes soujuurou. Out of the main three, shes the one who greatly changed and that's because of him. From isolating herself from others, rejecting everyone because that's how witches are supposed to be to sure I'll invite everyone you're friends with. I'll even let you mess with my ploys idc. Funny how she's also the one who's hellbent on killing him in the beginning yet in the end, she tried to stop him when he tried to kill himself. Aren't you supposed to kill him huh Alice. She was also supposed to erase his memories yet when she found that rune book, she hid it away from aoko, not even bothering to discuss it with her. She was literally going to act like oh yeah erase his memories sure I'll do that once I find the book dw till the end.

She also shares many secrets with Soujuurou, like being the only one who saw what's behind those bandages of his. Those little chats they have regarding aoko.

Lastly, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW SHE LOOKED WHEN SOUJUUROU WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE THE HOUSE IN THE EPILOGUE? WERE YOU ABOUT TO CRY? WERE YOU SAD? OR IS IT BOTH? You have no idea how much it affected me when I found out she was still waiting for him even though there was no certainty that he will come back together with aoko. Yet despite that, she was willing to wait for him. Honestly I really really want mahoyo 2.

What were you thinking of, Alice?

Sitting all alone on that mansion of yours waiting for him to come home.

#mahoyo #spoilers #kuonji alice #shizuki soujuurou #im not tagging it as sizuki soujyuro #soujyuro is fine but sizuki is a heresy and it must be purged

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jolmi · 1 year

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KDrama review #1

I really really liked this drama. It's the right amount of fantasy, romance, and mystery. The plot is very well written, and the mystery keeps you hooked up.

A brief synopsis: Oh Ha Rin is a 28-year-old woman working in the pet rescue center. She still yearns for her first love and one of her closest friends Ji Seo Jun, who died on the day she turned 18. His suicide leaves a deep regret in her mind, as she could not confess her feelings for him. Later she finds a letter where he had written about his romantic feelings for her.

10 years down the lane, she finds 8 unseen photos taken by Seo Jun. All of them have the dates they were taken, written on them. Distraught by the thought of never being with him again, she burns one of the photos- only to find herself sent back to her school, exactly on the day the photo was taken. She realizes that she has 8 chances to change her and her loved ones' fate. she tries her best to save Seo Jun. Will she be able to save his life and be happy or does changing the past have its own repercussions to face?

The storyline is well-thought and you keep guessing the twist till the end. The time travel sounds as logical as possible. Personally, every time I see a time travel plot, I do find loopholes or stuff I don't agree with, but still love the plot. Here my question was: if the ML and FL can remember their pasts that have been changed why can't the others?

What do you think?: Changing one thing, no matter how small it is, can completely change your present. would you be willing to let go of your present for the past? If saving someone meant losing someone else, would you still change the past?

I don't have an answer to this, because no matter what, I feel I would be guilty. I would be choosing and changing everyone's life, not just mine. I can't even imagine how it would feel to see the person I have lost, again. I may even try to have that person with me for as long as possible, but what's the guarantee that I will not lose them again!

Every time Oh Ha Rin burnt the photo, I felt that she is burning a treasured memory, for an undecided future/fate. It just felt symbolic of how she was erasing a few memories to make new ones. she would never be able to get back that photo, nor can she rewind the past she has changed.

#pintrest #korean drama #kdrama #blue birthday #kdrama illustr #korean #asian drama #viki #south korea #spotify #original song #soundtrack #kdrama ost #review #synopsis #Spotify

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guessimate · 1 year

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I’m sorry this is going to be slightly shorter, but I played the family only till the weekend for now, so the adults had not yet aged up. I’ll fix it later, but I’m going home for my birthday and Easter, so I had to ‘pack’ my save file before I went…

I’ve also tried the new infant update in TS4 (I have only the base game) and I was considering doing the Ultimate Decades, but it’s just way too long for me… Time somehow flows way more slowly in TS4… eleven considering how long rotations can take in TS2.

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I put the want trees that allow teens to get adult WooHoo wants into my game, as there is one married couple of teenagers in my game thanks to a ROS. However, I don’t think these want trees allow for marriage/baby wants, unfortunately.

I am also using an updated ROS doc, which has 20 more scenarios… though the Carbonneau family still somehow rolled a low number of 5 [out of 120]. This scenario says just to throw a party, which is not bad, but it’s nothing to write home about.

They threw a party after Cyprian had come home, on Eleonora’s birthday. He had just met this baby of his and it’s already growing from toddler to a child! I’m sure everyone invited came to the party to congratulate the head of the party on coming back home safely rather than to see the age up...

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Cecilia was rolled to be a Family sim. I love it, especially that she was adopted. She doesn’t even want her first kiss, she just wants her very first WooHoo. Just don’t get yourself into any scandals there, ok? I don’t think anyone would turn a blind eye to an adopted teen getting pregnant out of wedlock… She learnt Couple Counselling because she wanted to.

Later on, at the weekend the Venditor family came over (the head of the family and his daughter). I think they might be interested in getting their heir married to Cecilia. I think that’s a decent match for an adopted daughter - marrying into the merchant class.

~*~

Eleonora aged up, having learned all the toddler skills and the nursery rhyme, plus some creativity. ~*~

I seem to be having issues with maxing out Tinkering enthusiasm for Aubrey by just repairing objects around the house. I might have to get him some hobby item. Perhaps the woodworking station.

At the end of the round Cyprian got on the typical Fortune sim ‘buy this object’ spree, but I allowed it, as he wanted to buy some plants and other things for the outside, which is great for Aubrey, as Nature is his One True Hobby.

I had to sell some of the things Aubrey crafted because they were not really era appropriate, and then I replaced them with the objects they wanted to get. I’m not going to be using the woodworking station much, unless someone is a woodworker, or I really need to max out the Tinkering hobby. I like the object, but it might be a bit too profitable.

~*~

Writing novels and eating cheese seems to be all Eustacia wants to do at this point (plus going on a date with her husband, occasionally).

I also realized neither Cecilia nor Cyprian like talking about Grilled Cheese, so it seems like only Eustacia’s biological children will be putting up with her talking about her interests…

I also finally figured out why I wasn’t getting the best seller popups… I simply didn’t have a phone, which prevented my sim from getting royalties. I allowed Eustacia to use phone just this round (especially that they had to throw a party anyway), and I felt like she deserved at least one bestseller memory. Her magnum opus turned out to be worth 2,964$.

~*~

They started with 18,872$, and they bought stuff worth 1930$, so they should have ended up not with 22,366$ but with 24,296$.

They got a horse carriage, because 3 household members wanted ‘a car’, and they needed some sort of a promotion item.

That means they earned 5424$.

They dug up a treasure chest worth 5,000$, which can serve as a dowry for one of the daughters.

3000$ – rent.

542$ – tax.

1000$ – treasure tax.

4542$ = to the Royal Steward. The Monarch has earned 133,500$ total so far.

542$ – tithe rounded up to 550$. The Church has accumulated 22,150$ total so far.

They’re left with ~18,000$ in the bank (because of all the woodworking...).

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blitheringmcgonagall · 3 years

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Dumbledore tells Snape that Harry is more like his mother than his father.

“In looks perhaps, but his deepest nature are much more like his mother’s.”

In fact in relation to his looks he keeps mentioning “he has her eyes” and doesn’t mention that aside from that he looks very like his father.

When Dumbledore is talking to Harry, he never compares him to Lily. In fact the one time he compares Harry to his parents, he compares him to James (end of Prisoner of Azkaban).

Why? Because he was trying to manipulate Snape into helping him. And so he purposely downplayes Harry’s similarities to James Potter, knowing how much Snape still detested his memory.

James’ friends who also knew Lily, but knew James longer and better, only compare him to James. That isn’t surprising I suppose, you could say they were biased.

However, even Hagrid only compares Harry to James.

So what is the truth? I think he is meant to be a lot like both of them.

I think he has Lily’s cheekiness and sass. Slughorn says she was cheeky and popular. She slags James off and he has no smart comebacks. She tells Snape to wash his pants when he calls her a mudblood.

Harry’s very kind and compassionate. I think Lily was too. I also think making up excuses for Snape for years is part of that side of hers, a tendency to stand up for the underdog even if it’s not very sensible or safe at times. Harry does that too, helping the trapped snake escape, helping Dobby, being decent to Moaning Myrtle, saving the Hippogriff.

Sometimes Harry loses the plot, for example when he trashes Dumbledore’s office, ranting about having had enough. I think that’s Lily too, the part that lost it with James when he was using Levicorpus on Snape.

But Harry is like James too. He’s a bit reckless, recklessly brave too, risking his life for his friends and for his enemies. He’s adventurous and constantly breaking the rules, a fact that Snape detests! He’s incredibly close to his friends and loyal to them, loyal to a fault, as James was. After all, James’ Achilles’ heel was his loyalty to his friends, his honour.

"No, I think you're like James," said Lupin, "who would have regarded it as the height of dishonour to mistrust his friends.”

James may have been a dick when he was a younger teen, but he was never prejudiced. In fact he actively supported muggleborns and fought against pureblood supremacy. He never once considered ditching Remus because he was a werewolf, and in fact he and his friends went to extraordinary lengths to become animagi and support him during the full moon. Harry was completely unprejudiced too.

James was generous. He and his family took Sirius in eagerly after he ran away from home and was disowned and James supported Remus financially during the First Wizarding War. Harry has that same generosity, despite being poor and neglected all his life till he goes to Hogwarts, he mostly wants to buy stuff for other people with his money - he wants to help the Weasleys, Ron, Fred and George...

James comes across as having no chill and terrible flirting skills in canon. Harry ... okay, yes, definitely some similarities here, lol!

James was a very skilled wizard, think of the fact he and his friends become animagi at a young age, and the map! It took a lot of work and determination. Harry and his friends uncover lots of secrets and learn very difficult magic to beat Voldemort.

Both Lily and James were very skilled duellers and Voldy tried to recruit them. Harry is exceptionally skilled for his age and duels Voldy and eventually Voldy’s defeat is in no small part due to him.

James and Lily are willing to sacrifice their futures, and any potential careers and dreams, to fight Voldy and save others. Both die trying to save their family. Harry is willing to die in order to save everyone, and breaks it off with Ginny so she can get on with her life while he goes off to find the Horcruxes and tries to save everyone else’s futures.

Harry is his own wonderful person. And he has both his parents in him. As Sirius Black says, “The ones who love us never really leave us, you can always find them in here”. They are both with him, until the very end.

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 3 years

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Matthias Helvar x fem! Healer! Reader - Mine

A/n: I don't think I've finished a request fast... Looks longingly at all the other drafts that are requests. Fuck.

Warnings: Kind of sexual at some points, injuries, mentions of death, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Request: Can I please request an soft, romantic oneshot of female!healer!reader and Matthias Helvar falling in love with each other, please? thank you so much!!

I do not own six of crows or shadow and bone or its characters! I also do not own this gif!

Matthias had first meant her lying in bed.

He had been hurt and everyone was internally freaking out because the Fjerdan never showed any pain yet here he was lying on his death bed the screams of pain coming from his lips every now and then.

Blackness was looming over him, there was no light he couldn't feel Djel like he should have. Maybe his sins had lined up too high, or maybe Djel had abandoned him like Nina had. He didn't know what was going to happen, all he knew was that death was almost certain at this point, he could hear the wolves howling in the distance. They were coming for him - he was sure of it.

Something he didn't understand happened though. He was in the dark taking his last few breaths then a blinding light that must have been sent from Djel himself came barreling through the door kneeling right in front of him.

"Not today." The woman muttered as she hovers her hands over the top of his injury.

"I still need to get paid, so if you could you know - stay alive for me here that would be great." She grits her teeth together and suddenly the world is just light.

The only thing he can see through the blinding of the whiteness is her and her eyes telling - begging him to hold on for a little longer.

So he does.

Gasping for breath Matthias realizes there's no pain in his chest anymore, there's no blackness yet there's no overwhelming white either. There's only a soft glow at the end of his bed belonging to the woman he recognizes as the person who saved him.

"What happened?" He mumbles and his voice comes out groggy and part of him is ashamed that that's what he says when there's a beautiful woman sitting on the edge of his bed tending to his wounds. The other part of him wonders how he can be so bashful over a girl he's barely meant.

"You broke all your ribs so your chest was starting to disconnect when you were breathing. You're lucky I got there on time or else you would have been dead. You passed out after I healed you."

The healer doesn't move off his bed but closer actually and she moves so close she's levelheaded with him as Matthias sits up.

She brush's a piece of his blond hair away from his face and cups his cheek for a second and for a felting moment he's sure she was going to kiss him. But she pulls away before they can get any close and he's half glad because he was sure she could've probably heard how his breathing had how it speed up.

"Matthias." Finally he breaths out looking at the temptress with wide eyes.

The girl smiles and he stupidly puts up his head to be shaken but instead of taking it or laughing at him, she kisses him on the lips.

It's not for very long, it's very brief actually, and this is all crazy because he had just meant her (he doesn't even know her name!) Yet he can't get her eyes out of his head or the feeling of her lips against his and how he eagerly kissed her back.

She pulls away really fast but he still has time to commit everything to memory before she stands up leaving the doorway but stopping midway.

"Y/n, my name is Y/n."

He knew her name.

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Nothing happened entirely after that, Matthias and Y/n grew close and became quick friends.

Friends who sometimes kiss. The former Druskelle was pretty sure that friends didn't kiss, even in Kerch.

"Matthias I swear to your tree god if you don't put me down I'm going to rip you to shreds!" Y/n screams at him as he carries her trying to get the Slat on time before she dies.

"You are hurt." He says simply in retaliation, as the girl fumes and struggles to get out of his arms.

"I'm a healer!"

Matthias just rolls his eyes and bursts through the Slat doors with an injured and a very frustrated Y/n.

"You can't heal yourself completely Y/n I'm not stupid." He whispers down into her ear as he takes them up the stairs going in (unintentionally) his room.

She hurriedly gets out of his arms face red from embarrassment and starts working on her wound. They both stay there in silence for a bit before he starts to get bandages and ointments to help her heal the rest.

He hands them over to her and she staches them out of his arms not even looking at him. She doesn't say anything either as she winces when she places the ointment on what's left of the wound. She warps it up and the silence is still on like a broken switch that can't go back down. Wolves that are hurt but can't howl in fear of their abuser.

"How did you figure it out?" She whispers quietly as she finishes warping up her wound. It's barely audible but he hears it because he always notices when she says something. Matthias doesn't know if he's ever been so aware of someone before.

Because she is so much more than just a friend to him.

"In Fjerda we were trained to see the signs when a Grisha hadn't been trained at the little palace." He pauses for a second, wincing internally because it was easier to kill Grisha who weren't as well trained.

"Oh." She says looking down trying to hide her eyes from him.

"That doesn't mean I think any less of you though, you... Your power is strong most Grisha wouldn't be able to heal people entirely in seconds if they hadn't trained at the little palace."

She finally lifts her head up to meet his eyes and he swears she's a heartrender because he can't breathe.

But before he can even look for a second longer she's at the doorway opening the door to leave him. Again.

"Is that it? Is that all that you think of me?" She demands him to answer her with the tone that she's using, yet it doesn't remind him of Brum or any of that. It only reminds him of her.

*Flashback*

She shifted her body to face his and he shamefully looks away from the woman before him. Who was of course only wearing her undergarments?

"Kaz needs this for a job."

His head snaps back to look at her with fire in his eyes as her hands trail up and down his arms. He holds back a shiver and looks down at the serpent. He was her prey and she's ready to strike because he so memorized with her. Se must have bitten him with her poison because he wasn't backing down.

Fury fuels his veins at the thought of anyone touching her in that way. Probably he wouldn't get through the mission if he had to see it.

She places her hand around his neck and he's trying hard not to look at it because it wasn't proper but she was beautiful.

"Don't you have a job to get to?" He murmurs as he tries and to hold back his stare.

Her laughs rings out around them and her soft glow is back for a split second before it's gone in a snap.

Her other goes around to his back and she leans into his ear.

"Hold my waist." Her voice is commanding and he was addicted to her poison that made him do whatever she desired. And who could deny a strong woman that used that tone?

So he does and then she kisses him.

This isn't like their first time but it isn't their second time either. He has become accustomed to the way her lips felt against his own, yet he didn't ever want her to stop because every time it just got better.

She bites down on his lips before trailing her own down to his neck.

His breath comes out in pants as she trails further and further down till she's found his sweet spot.

"Vixen." He gasps as she bites down hard on his sweet spot before she gives him one gentle kiss before pulling away.

"I have a job to get to Helvar."

Then she's gone.

*Flashback over*

"No." He calls out to her.

"That's definitely not what I think of you."

This time he wraps his arms around her waist before leaning down to kiss her.

And this time it's him who kisses her and their lips shift together and move in sync before he pulls away. Both of them were breathless.

"I think of you as mine."

And she doesn't object to that.

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royalydamned-archive · 2 years

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5 reasons to stay alive - reason 4

(Sandor Clegane x reader)

Summary: Sandor had no family, Arya lost her parents. Along the way of hating each other, he gained someone to look after and she got a father figure she didn't know she needed. A girl like her needed someone to look after her, and who would he was gone?

|AN|: Look, I'm not a native English speaker, I don't know, nor care what the parts of a gun are. Google told me the part where bullets are is called a magazine and I'm gonna believe it.

Anyway, have this longer chapter, as a treat of it not being so reader/Sandor focused.

PS: I ghosted everyone I know for a whole day to finish this, so enjoy.

Warnings: discussion of death, adult language, OOC characters [but in like a sexy, story fitting way (it's not like they were very true to canon anyway)]

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Your rigntone snapped you out of your dreams, eyes flying open at the sudden loud sound in the quiet room. Squinting at the screen, you tried to make out the caller's number, the brightness hurting your eyes with its sharp light. You accepted the call blindly, answering in a hoarse voice, still not completely awake.

"Hello?" The person on the other line only spoke your name, making it sound like a question for identification. Without thinking, you nodded, tired gaze glued on your window and the darkness behind it, the moonlight cold as the chilled air that touched your skin. You wrapped yourself more tightly into the blankets, fighting the shivers.

"Sorry, yes that's me," you mumbled after they asked for you again, not being possibly able to see your non-verbal confirmation. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get the some of the sleep out of them and focus.

"This is officer Stark, you had been given as Sandor Clegane's emergency contact."

"Oh," you answered dumbly, brain still significantly slowed down. "Yeah, yes, is everything alright?" The bed creaked slightly when you carefully stood up, putting on a jacket to shield yourself from the cold of the night, uncomfortable silence from the girl on the other side of the line.

"No." Your heart dropped. "He's been shot on duty."

"Is he..." you trailed off, dreading the answer you were going to get, the pictures of black, tears and pain running through your mind as you saw yourself kneeling on the ground sobbing at the memory of the man you loved.

"He's alive for now. He was taken to surgery, they are trying to save him as we speak." No words came to you in the moment, the darkness of the room suddenly colder, empty. Everything seemed to freeze in place. "He's going to need some of his things, do you have access to his home?"

"Yes," you said quietly, nodding your head even though she couldn't possibly see you. "I'll be right there."

The line beeped, call ending and you weren't sure, who was the one to hang up. Everything in the world seemed to still, your body numb and mind blank -- it all seemed like a dream, the darkest reality imaginable too horrifying for you to admit it's actually happening.

You could lose him. He could just die any minute not knowing how much it would break you. He wouldn't see the ache in your heart, watching his casket be lowered into the ground, the tears on your face as you would clung onto Stranger, the only one Sandor would leave for you as a memory.

Your legs moved on their own, carrying you outside without a care for the cold that bothered you so much before, shock controlling you instead of your own head, too many dreadful thoughts swirling in your mind. The possibilities of death, of grief and loss.

When you came to his house, you could hear Stranger quietly howling. It was almost like he knew, like he sensed something was terribly wrong. There was. The two of them knew each other more than Sandor would admit. Stranger knew exactly when his master would come from work, walk him till sun set over the town and feed him once from his bowl, and second time from his own plate as he couldn't resist his dog's pleading eyes.

Finshing out the keys Sandor gave you, almost like he had expected something like this to happen, you opened the front door. Stranger springed to you, excited, expecting to see Sandor finally standing in the door way, his favorite toy already in his mouth. But it was just you, keys hanging loosely in you almost limp fingers, looking at the dog in pity.

"Hey buddy," you whispered, kneeling in front of him slowly, and he watched you curiously, the half deflated ball still safely in his jaw. "Are you hungry?"

The dog stepped closer, letting go of the ball, letting it drop on the floor with a soft 'thud' and you smiled sadly at him, reaching out to pet his head. He cuddled into your hand, letting you scratch him as you both tried to sooth the other with your presence.

"It's alright," you whispered, hot tears burning in your eyes. "It's going to be alright." Repeating the calming words, you didn't know who were they meant to reassure as sob escaped your lips, not being able to hold it back anymore.

Stanger whined like he was crying with you, sitting in front of you, letting you hug him tightly for support, almost as if he could hear your heart cracking, thereating to burst into pieces any second. Sandor wasn't gone, he was still alive, fighting, and there wasn't anything he did better than fight. And yet, you couldn't help your fear.

"He's going come back. He's going to come back. He's--He's gonna be okay." The words echoed in the silence, your hold on Stranger tightening.

Time passed. It seemed long, but it was only mere minutes, filled with your sobs muffled by Stranger's fur. You didn't know if you believed those words yourself, but they brought a small sense of security you desperately needed.

You let go of the dog, looking into his mournful gaze as he felt the grief with you, but tried his best to make you feel better, and wiped your tears into the sleeve of your jacket. There was no space for mourning yet, Sandor needed you now and you needed to be there for him, no matter the outcome.

Who else was there to remember him, if not you? Who else was there, keeping his memory if not you?

Standing up from the floor, you dusted off the dirt from your knees and calmed down your ragged breathing, quietly sniffling every now and then as you packed the most important of Sandor's things into one of his bags, heading into the hospital. Stranger was left alone once again, a feeling of guilt seizing you as you were leaving him behind, but there were other things on your mind.

You rushed to the reception, the bag bumping against your hip with every hurried step, the whole hospital strangely calm and still compared to the rush in your heart. Some where playing on their phones, others chatting in hushed voices, the receptionist even solving sudoku, with her glasses comically low, almost on the tip of her nose.

"Excuse me," you approached her, almost breathless even though you hadn't been running. She raised her gaze from the paper to meet yours, pushing the glassed up with her index finger to signal you to continue. "Sandor Clegane."

The woman understood, tapping to the keyboard a little too slow to your liking, and looked through something on her computer screen, before turning to you once again. "He was taken into surgery two hours ago."

"He's not out yet?"

She shook her head and returned to her newspaper, her glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose once again.

"Hey, sorry." Your head spun around to the source of the voice, a short woman standing behind you. "I'm Arya, I called you."

"You're Arya Stark?" She nodded. "Sandor spoke a lot about you." You had no idea why exactly you needed to say it, and Arya seemed taken back by your statement, like she didn't expect him to like her at all, let alone mention her outside of work. Yet he talked about her all the time when you were together. Most of it was complaining, filled with cussing and annoyance as he described anything she had done, all she had said that made him lose his temper, and all of those times when he was angry the most was when she got herself in danger. Still, you knew how much he cared.

"I--" she lost her words, something unphantonable in her bright icy eyes. "We should sit down." You followed her suggestion, seating yourself opposite of her in a small waiting area, your fingers tightly clutching the hard material of Sandor's bag.

"What happened?" The words hung in the silence for a few seconds, and Arya averted her face in guilt

The sound of shooting rippled through the air and Sandor stepped in front on the young girl, shielding her as they slowly retreated to a safer spot.

"You had to be fuckin' brave again didn't you?" he snapped at her and pushed them both down to hide behind a car parked nearby.

"I almost had them! If you didn't come here and ruin it all, we wouldn't be here!" she yelled in a whisper, looking around frantically to spot any possible danger heading their way.

"Aye, because you'd be dead."

"You just don't want to admit I can actually do something, I'm not a fucking baby!" Sandor abruptly stood up, two shots echoing through the streets as he took down of his brother's men trying to get to them.

"Then why do I have to babysit you everywhere we go?" The two looked at each other with burning hatred, a vicious fight in their minds. He should have just let her do whatever she wanted as long as she obeyed the chief, but he couldn't. Not when she put herself everywhere she could get hurt, everywhere she could die. That girl had no sense of self preservation and Sandor was her superior. It was his duty to protect her.

That's all it was...

She had no witty reply or bitter remark to shoot back at him, instead, she let out a frustrated sound, widely gesturing her hands around. He still had the power to tell her what to do.

"Leave that attitude to when we're not bein' shot at."

"What are you doing?" Arya cried out when he grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her away as more men started to gather around them, heavy guns clicking in the distance as they were being reloaded, and Sandor pushed her behind him once again, her small form completely hidden behind his giant frame. "They don't know where we are, we can win and even take one as a witness!"

"Have you gone completely mad, girl?" He spat and turned around, his face threateningly close to hers. "This ain't a fuckin' movie. You don't play a hero, you listen to what I fuckin' tell you. You ain't the one getting shitted on by Lannister when you fuck something up."

"Shitted on? You're just scared!"

His face pulled into a scowl, almost murderous stare baring into her defiant face. "I just still have some sense left because I've seen my deal of shit."

"That's too many words for saying: 'I'm a coward'."

"And you're just a stupid lil' girl." Arya huffed out a sharp breath, clenching her fists tightly by her side and he knew, he saw the decision on her before she even did it. A feeling of regret flashed in him for a moment, not for his words, but for the consequences it was sure they would bring, because it was Arya Stark. She resented him, and she resented being criticized by him even more.

"Don't you fuckin' dare--" he barked at her firmly, already predicting her next move, but he was too slow as she was already on her feet, snatching the gun from his own hands. He tried to catch her, hold her back, but she was too swift, and before he knew, she was gone.

Sandor watched her with terror, how the bullets flew past her, how she jumped, taking cover behind the most unlikely objects. "She's gonna get herself killed," he muttered to himself, stupidly kneeling on the ground, just observing the scene.

He had to do something.

The bullets that missed her clanked against every surface around, some getting stuck in the walls, others loosely falling on the ground, while Arya was now hiding herself behind a corner of one of the apartment buildings, crouching low to be less noticeable. Others shot without a single care, metal flying everywhere, their weapons stronger, more capable than the simple pistol in her hands.

Sandor had to act quickly as he noticed her gun clicking, completely empty and useless, the spare magazine strapped to his belt. He sprinted from behind his hiding spot, jumping to where Arya was pressed against a wall with her back, breathing fast and panicked, unmistakable fear in her eyes as she realized she had screwed up.

"Give that to me," he growled, forcefully taking the gun out of her grasp, reloading it with a agressive click to give them some chance of defence. "You'll be glad to keep both your life and your job at the end of this."

She wanted to protest, but she knew he was right. If there was any way of them getting out safe, it was going to be a problem Sandor wouldn't be willing to put the blame on himself this time like he did every other.

"Stay behind me and do what I say." Arya opened her mouth, but he pointed a finger at her with a stern look on his face and gritted through his teeth: "And don't say anythin'."

She stayed close behind him as he looked out from around the corner, aiming the gun in front of him, ready to react to any sign of danger.

From behind one of the parked cars, someone stood up, several bullets flying their way and Sandor pushed Arya down, pieces of chipped off wall falling into their hair as the corner got hit and shattered. The person stopped to load his gun, not managing to take cover again, getting hit into the shoulder by Sandor's shot, and falling onto the ground, moaning in pain.

"Come, quick," he urged, grabbing her by the elbow and lead her out of their hiding spot, through a maze of cars and tall buildings, arms stretched out before him, aiming in every direction.

"The others are not anywhere near, this was supposed to be a stake out, if you haven't called for back up, we're fucked," Arya said in a hushed tone, closely scanning everything around for the slightest hint of movement.

"We wouldn't need a back up if you didn't need to prove somethin' to yourself," he snapped back, a bit louder than her, his voice echoing for a few seconds in the empty street.

"I wasn't proving anything!" she protested, abruptly stopping.

Sandor turned around to face her, annoyance twisting his face into a scowl as he looked at the girl before him, such fire withing her, one he appreciated at first, but now was nothing but a liability. Her recklessness putting more than just their jobs at stake. "Weren't ya?" She gulped visibly, straightening up her posture to appear taller -- needlessly, facing someone like him. The Hound.

"No!"

"Than what the fuck was that?"

"I wanted to help! Like I'm your partner, not someone you are stuck with!" the girl blurred our, blinded with the frustration that had been slowly building up in her over the months they had been working together. The desperate need to prove herself to him, the one she dared say looked up to in a sense, stronger than reason.

Sandor stayed to stare at her, his arms limply falling to his side, gun hanging in his hands by two of his fingers. There wasn't supposed to be such a long break in their exchange. He was supposed to shoot back with a sarcastic remark or shut down the conversation comptletely, but she took him by surprise.

Over her head, he spotted someone rounding the corner, instantly noticing them and lifted the gun to aim at them.

It was all too fast. Sandor saw as Arya looked up at him in confusion, fists slowly uncurling at her sides, unaware of the inevitable. One of them was going to end up hurt.

"Move!" he almost roared and pushed her away with one of his hands, everything happening in what seemed like a single second. The shot sounded through the tense silence, she lost her balance, falling into safety of a small alley that connected onto the street right where they stood.

His gun fell out of his hand, a sudden strong cramp in his arm forcing him to drop it. It clanked against the ground, sliding next to Arya now sitting on the road. Her bright eyes wide as she looked at him in horror, bottom lip slightly quivering and for a second he just stared at her with his brows furrowed, confused by her reaction. No pain came, no force knocking him down, suspiciously little feeling in his body, and just for a bit he thought the shooter had missed, but after a moment, his legs gave up from under him, making him crash down with all force, triggering the pain that instantly spread through his whole body like shock.

Arya seemed to be in trance, yet still grabbed the gun from the ground, shooting at the attacker from behind the building, and hit him in his leg. The man screamed in pain, falling on the ground, yet ran away as fast as the wound let him, leaving the two policemen alone.

"Oh fuck," she whispered, the weapon falling from her hands, the reality of what had happened downing onto her. Sharply she spun around, falling to her knees next to Sandor, hands shaking and eyes glistening with tears. The panick rised in her chest, affecting her breathing, thinking, no useful idea coming to her at the stressful moment.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," she kept repeating, watching the man in front of her breathe sharply through his nose, veins popping out on his neck and face as he struggled against the agonizing feeling the metal inside him brought. Arya placed her shaking hands against his wound, pressing cluelessly, trying to at least stop the bleeding, a sure sign of one's upcoming demise. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Her eyes widened as she looked at her bloodied hands, tears now slowly falling from her eyes, some on her cheeks, some on him as well. "This is not what I wanted, this is not--"

"Seven's sake, calm down," he growled through gritted teeth, sharply exhaling at the pain that every little thing brought him. Her panick, the concern, almost freaking him out.

"I'm going to get help," she swore, slowly scrambling up in her wobbly legs. "I'll fix this, I promise."

Arya sniffed, wiping her face into her sleeve, still not meeting your eyes. She wasn't crying anymore, the shock making her numb to most of it all, only the undying feeling of guilt keeping her aware of everything.

You smiled gently and placed your hand on her shoulder in reassurance. "The only one who carries blame in this is the one that was shooting."

"I didn't want this to happen," she admitted, her voice barely audible, and nervously played with her fingers.

"Sandor is the one who had a choice." He chose to protect her, and he would over, and over, and over again without a fail. Protecting those he cared about, without a thought of himself. "He will be alright, I know it, becuase there's no man more headstrong than him." The girl smiled sadly, nodding her head, acknowledging your words and tried to persuade herself they were true. "He wouldn't leave you here alone, not when he can't protect you."

Inside, you hoped he wouldn't abandon you too. That he was fighting for his life, beating death as easily as he did every man alive. Just for Arya. Or just for you.

Unbeknowst to you, in the operating room, the line on the monitor went flat as the patient's heart gave up its already long lost fight, and Sandor Clegane slipped into the abyss of death.

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kpop-sports-books-series-fangirl · 3 years

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I’m sorry (Hunger Games)

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Request form and prompt list

(Y/N) - Your name

Plot - (Y/N) was captured by the capitol and somehow manages to escape, but their former best friend, Finnick, and the Mockingjay are mad at them because they couldn’t save Peeta and Annie. (Y/N) volunteers to go on the mission to save Peeta, Annie, and Johanna from the capitol.

Warning - Super angsty, mentions of blood, torture, violence and gun shots

“...So, any volunteers?” President Coin asks everyone around the table. Gale Hawthorne is the first to raise his hand. “I’ll go,” he says.

The gloomy atmosphere of the room shifts to one of caution when I speak for the first time in two weeks. “I’ll go too,”

I can’t bear any more of the cold looks of my former best friend. And the glares from the Mockingjay. Was it really my fault that I managed to escape from the capitol? I saw my chance and took it. Being tortured for months was not a good experience and I got out as soon as I could.

I thought my ex-best friend would be happy to see me, but the only thing I see when I look in his eyes is pure hatred for me, pure hatred at the fact that I couldn’t save the love of his life, Annie. Not me, Annie.

Everyone looks at me, shocked at the fact that I’d volunteered to go back to the place that I was imprisoned and tortured. Everyone but Finnick. I looked at him. He avoided my gaze. Surprise.

Sighing, I exited the room, not even waiting for the meeting to be finished. I head back to my room, and look through my things once again, in case I won’t make it back.

I take out the box of my belongings from my district. I picked up the fishing hook that my father gave me the day before he was killed by Snow. I clutched it in my hand and continued looking through the box. The next thing was a necklace, my older sister’s necklace.

I tied it around my neck and observed it through the mirror my mother had bought for my 15th birthday. The last thing that lay in the box was a picture. The picture of me and Finnick back when we were kids.

I had just jumped on Finnick’s back and he ran around like crazy. My sister had taken a picture with her brand new camera which was gifted to her by our parents for her 13th birthday. She lost the camera and I remember looking for it for days and when it didn’t turn up, she cried a lot, feeling like she had betrayed our parents by losing the camera.

One evening, I couldn’t bear to see my sister crying anymore, so I had stomped over to Finnick’s house, dragged him out and made him help me search for it. We had decided to split up and cover more ground, but I got lost.

I tried finding my way back, but I couldn't, eventually, the sun started setting and I found a huge oak tree under which I took shade. My stomach grumbled out of hunger, and me being the 7-year-old I was, had started crying and drifted off into an uncomfortable slumber.

A few hours later, I was shaken awake by Finnick. “Hey, (Y/N), wake up,” He then noticed the tear stains on my face and pulled me into a hug. “Why were you crying?” He asked me. “I got lost, and I was so alone and I got scared,” I admitted to him.

He pulled out of the hug, keeping his hands on my shoulders, and said, “I’m sorry. I won’t ever let you get lost again. If you somehow do still manage to get lost, come to this tree, okay? And I will find you, I promise,”

“Promise?” I asked again. “I promise to always be there for you no matter what!” He says and goes to hold my hand. “I promise to always hold this hand,”

I smiled at him, and he led the way home.

He broke the promise. He broke the promise when he let me be taken by the capitol. Blinking the tears away, I set everything back in the box.

I felt a sudden urge to throw up and ran to the bathroom in my room and coughed out blood. This had been happening for a while now. I thought it was because of the torture that was inflicted upon me, but now, I’m not too sure.

I wash myself up and go to sit on my bed, trying to calm down.

I hear a knock on my door, and I stand up and open the door a crack so no one could even look in. It was Gale.

“We’re leaving tomorrow morning, and we’re meeting for the briefing in an hour,” He said. I simply nodded and shut the door on his face.

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We all are geared up and waiting for everyone in the airborne division. We board the hovercraft and take off.

Everyone looks anxious. The hovercraft feels a little more crowded than I like with 7 people aboard. The red lights flashing doesn’t help the nervous energy in the air... Some people are reviewing the plans with each other and I see Gale looking over at me.

I look away and close my eyes, trying to prepare my mind for what I’m about to witness again.

Once we reached there, we entered through a secret passageway that we were informed about through our earpiece. We took out the two guards who were standing guard to the prison area.

One of the people took out a gadget and started to press some buttons, but I wasn’t concentrating, just trying to get myself mentally ready.

The doors opened with a loud hiss, revealing the huge chamber with cells. Everything was white, reminding me of the times when I was trapped in here with nothing else to look at.

All the memories of the place came rushing back.

I was sitting on the floor, clutching my head in an attempt to stop the immense pain traveling through my veins. I hear evil laughter and when I look up, I see Snow. “So, are you ready to speak now?” He asked. “Never!” I spat at him. “Increase it to the highest level,” he said to no one, but I knew that there were people watching and listening from the CCTV cameras, and immediately, the pain intensified by 20 times. I screamed so loud, the whole of Panem probably heard me. When the pain finally died down a bit, my throat was sore by how much I had screamed.

I was snapped back into reality when Gale snapped his fingers in front of me. I noticed that the alarm was triggered and red lights were blaring. I noticed that we have Peeta, Annie, and Johanna with us now and we were heading back to the hovercraft.

I stayed at the back of the group in case a peacekeeper came to attack and followed the rest out through a different passage.

Suddenly, I heard a few shouts “This way! They’re here,” followed by some gunshots. Everyone in front of me was running now, we turned right and hid behind the wall.

I spun around, signaling the others to continue going, and shot at the peacekeepers. They were shooting back of course, but I had a much better aim. I felt pressure in my abdomen and I shot down the last person.

I looked down to see I had been shot, but I covered it with my t-shirt and turned to follow the others.

I managed to jog back to the hovercraft without fainting, although the loss of blood was making me lightheaded. They were trying to get Peeta to trust them and board the hovercraft but he wouldn’t budge.

I couldn’t stand anymore and I collapsed on a seat in the hovercraft. I put my hand on the wound and pressed down on it, hoping to slow the blood flow.

“(Y/N), would you come and help-! What happened!?” I heard someone say in the distance, but I couldn’t make out who it was. I kept drifting in and out of consciousness.

It felt like hours till we made it back to district 13 and I was rushed to an emergency room. They didn’t have any sedatives on hand so they had to take out the bullet with me awake.

The pain was building up now that the adrenaline rush was gone. I couldn’t remember much that happened, just that fact that I was blinded from the pain, I had clenched my fists, trying to somehow grab something, and I heard beeps around me before I completely went out of consciousness.

Once I woke up, the doctors told me that it had been almost a week since the mission. When I had asked them if someone came to visit, they said no. I thought Finnick would come. I thought we were best friends. I thought-

I don’t know why I thought that anymore. If me taking a bullet for his love isn’t enough, I don’t know what else I can do for him. I might as well give up.

No one cares about me. I turned my head so that the doctor couldn’t see the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I looked down at my hand, the same one Finnick always promised to hold. If he really was my best friend, he would have been there when they were removing the bullet, holding my hand, but he was probably celebrating with Annie.

No one needs me. After my family was killed, no one loved me. No one cared about me and no one needed me.

“We need to run a few more tests on you today, then you can rest,” The doctor told me. I nodded okay. “Doctor, how many days will I have to stay here for?” I asked him.

“You have very bad injuries and it might take more than a month to heal. If the test results are showing that you have another illness, then, we can’t tell until we figure out what you are diagnosed with,”

By the end of the day, I was exhausted and all of the test results had come back. I was resting in my bed, waiting for the doctor to come back, and he came in wearing a regretful expression.

“What happened?” I asked him. “Your results show that you have lung cancer,” “Can you treat it?” I ask even though I don’t know if I want to live anymore.

“We don’t have the resources to treat a Stage 1 cancer here, and you have Stage 4 cancer,” he broke the news.

I took a moment to soak it in before I asked, “How long do I have to live?”

“You should have had 1 month, but because of the bullet, your condition worsened and you just have two weeks left, I’m sorry,” he said and he left the room.

I have two weeks left. Two weeks of my life. I didn’t have anyone to say goodbye to anyways.

After a few days of moping in the hospital room, I find out that Annie and Finnick are going to get married.

On the day of the wedding, I still couldn't get out of the wheelchair, so one of the doctors took me to the wedding.

It was an okay wedding, mostly because it wasn’t me up there, beside’s Finnick. I was sitting at the back of the hall, so no one could see me, I didn’t mind though, I could just watch everything in peace.

Annie and Finnick kiss. They’re married. At least Finnick is happy now, I can see that smile on his face that I couldn’t put there.

A fit of coughs hit me, but the music is too loud and no one cares enough to take a look at me. I start coughing so hard that I’m thrown out of the wheelchair and I can see blood slowly pooling on the floor. A minute later, I collapse, still coughing. Until my eyes close.

Finnick P.O.V

It’s been two days since Annie and I got married, and I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, clutching onto the letter, trying not to cry.

I was just told that (Y/N) died during the wedding due to lung cancer. they left me a note. It said:

Hey Finnick!

I know by the time you read this I’ll be gone. Hopefully to heaven, but with all I’ve done, I wouldn’t be surprised if I go downstairs. Anyways enough about me. I was very angry with you for breaking your promise, but I figured, what good is it to die angry? Might as well live a happy two weeks of life I have left.

I want to get a weight off of my shoulders. I’m sorry I didn’t save Annie when I came back. I should have tried harder. I’m sorry.

I know you won’t miss me when I’m gone, but I’ll miss you. Your friendship. You were there for me through a lot of my hard times, so I want to say thank you.

Thank you for finding me when I got lost. Thank you for defending me against those bullies back in school. Thank you for the happiest times of my life. Thank you for being the reason my smile became just a tiny bit bigger. Thank you for being the reason my heart opened up more. Thank you for making me a better person. Thank you for being the reason to light up my life, even though I wasn’t yours.

Thank you Finnick, thank you.

I just want to say one last thing to you.

I love you.

I always have, even though you never loved me back.

Live a happy life with Annie.

Don’t you dare cry for me.

(Y/N)

I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing anymore. I was the reason for their anger in the last few days of their life. Only if I hadn’t hated them when they came back from the capitol and been thankful, maybe they wouldn’t have gone.

I didn’t even get to apologize to them. The last thing I said to them was “How could you not have gotten Annie back?!”

And they loved me? If only I had known before I met Annie because I was in love with them too.

A/N: I know the timeline is completely messed up, but I couldn't understand the exact timeline in the book, so I went with what felt right. Hope you enjoy it! :)

-TheBlueBookworm is out~!!!

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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ahh im obsessed with the summer prompts. Can I request Lifeguard Tom with prompt 36 please? preferably fluffy ending but its all up to you thanks!

This became very long sorry bestie. I hope you still enjoy it tho! Love you so much, thank you for the request love!

Reminder to everyone else that the Summer of Love is still going on and I'll be accepting requests for it until September 22nd! You can find the prompt list here!

Let’s Give It a Shot

36 - It’s the last day of summer, and your last day together

Pairing: Lifeguard! Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom shows you exactly why you love him so much

Warnings: angst, crying, fighting

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Tom peaked at the bed as he pulled his shirt over his head, a smile came over his face at the sight.

“Good morning angel,” he cooed, “Like what you see?”

“I liked it better when you had your shirt off,” she teased, her voice still raspy and tired, “Remind me why we agreed to work today?”

“It’s only till noon,” he reminded as he bent to kiss her. He laughed as she attempted to pull him into bed, “I’ve got to get going, swim class starts at 7.”

She rolled onto her back and groaned, “Who the fuck takes their kids to swim class at 7?”

“Their toddlers angel, most of them have been up since 5,” he pecked her lips one final time before standing up, “I’ll see you at 8?”

She hummed, nodding once before she closed her eyes again, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he watched her settle back into bed before leaving, closing the bedroom door as quietly as he could behind him.

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“Bye bye,” Tom waved to the kids as they padded through the lobby.

“We’ll see you all Thursday,” Harrison added.

“Well I really appreciate it,” Tom smiled in response, falling into the spinning chair that she usually sat in, “Seriously, I owe you.”

The kids filed out, being ushered away by their parents while the boys hung around the front desk.

“I can’t believe I agreed to take you shift,” Harrison yawned, stretching his arms above his head, “You’re such a dick.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m the best,” he glanced towards the door, just in time to spot (y/n), “Oh shit, fun’s over Tom, time to get back to work.”

“Ha ha,” she rolled her eyes, “What are you two doing at my desk huh?”

“You’re desk?” Tom smirked, “This is my desk today angel.”

“Oh and I suppose you want me to save the drowning children?”

“No,” he stood and grabbed her by the waist, “Haz is going to watch the pool today and I’m going to help you up front.”

She raised a brow and turned to Harrison, “Really?”

He nodded, “Course sweetheart, happy to give you a little extra time together.”

“Aw, thank you Haz,” she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You’re welcome,” he gave her a squeeze before dropping her, “Alright, I’ve got to go clean up, you two just make sure everything is done. I don’t want to get in trouble because you two were making out instead of working.”

“We will, don’t worry,” she laughed, “Thank you guys, I couldn’t have dreamed up a better last day.”

“You’re welcome,” Tom hummed, pressing his lips to hers as she tried to reach for the computer behind him, “We could do this everyday if you stayed, I could switch to the front.”

“Tom you know I can’t,” she sighed, “I don’t think we should be having this discussion at work either, it’s just gonna make us both emotional.”

“You’re leaving tomorrow morning so I’m gonna be emotional no matter what,” he sighed, “You never want to talk about this.”

“Because I don’t like thinking about leaving. I don’t like the idea of being far away anymore than you do.”

“Then don’t leave,” he grabbed her hands, preventing her from getting to her job, “Just stay here. You can move in with us, Haz adores you, he won’t mind.”

“Tom I can’t. I have to go back to school, and right now I have to open, so can we please save this for later?”

He sighed and nodded, “Yeah, yeah, we can talk about it later.”

“Thank you,” she kissed his cheek before pushing across the floor.

He laughed as the chair spun away from her, “I don’t know how you expect me to help from all the way over here.”

“I expect you to go make sure the bathrooms are stocked,” she flashed him a cheeky smile while she popped open the register, “And I’m gonna count the cash.”

He sighed and dragged his feet towards the closet, “Fine, fine, I wouldn’t do it for anyone else though.”

The day continued as normal, despite Tom’s best attempts to distract (y/n) from work. Tom had surprised her by doing most of the work throughout the day, insisting she simply sit and handle the register. It was a nice change, normally when Tom hung out in the front it was just to steal drinks and tease. Tom busted through all of her tasks, seeming impossibly determined to get them home as soon as possible. He’d managed to do it too, Harry arrived at exactly noon and he’d rushed (y/n) right out the door.

“Hurry,” Tom shook her shoulders while she gathered her things.

“I am, I am, sheesh,” she shoved her phone into her purse and stood, “What’s the big rush?”

“I’ve just got a lot planned for today,” he beamed at her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “Now come on, our first stop is this way.”

“Our first stop?” she knit her brow as he led her towards the pool, “Wait why are we going to the pool?”

“Because it’s our first stop,” he repeated, stopping just outside the doors, “See that?” he pointed to one of the lifeguard’s chairs.

She nodded, trying to imagine where he might be taking the conversation, “I do see the chair Tom.”

“It’s the most important chair in the world,” he kissed the top of her head with a smile, “Because I was sitting in that chair the first time I saw you.”

She flushed, biting her cheek to try and fight off her smile, “Stop.”

“I remember it exactly. You walked out of there and I just couldn’t take my eyes off you, you wouldn’t believe how disappointed I was when they said you were gonna be up front.”

“I thought you were pretty cute too.”

He laughed, “Thank God you did.”

“Did you bring me out here just for that?” she raised a brow, “You’re not trying to throw me into the pool?”

He shook his head, “No, just wanted to be a little sappy. Now I’m gonna take you on that date and be even sappier.”

“Lucky me,” she chuckled, “So, where are you taking me now?”

“Minx,” he smirked, “Alright darling, just get ready for the best date of your life.”

“Back home, I can’t parade around the town dressed like this,” he motioned to his swim trunks with a smile, “As much as you might like that.”

“I’d rather save that for tonight,” she teased back, “When I’ve got you all to myself.”

Tom took her home, refusing to reveal even the tiniest detail about their date as they both got ready. He claimed it would be long, that’d they’d be out until that night, but refused to give her any more details. He even went as far as to try and blindfold her when they got in the car, but he quickly dropped it when she refused. She expected he’d be taking her somewhere new or out of town because of this, she was completely in shock when he just drove her to a sandwich shop just up the street from the pool.

“Seriously? We eat here like everyday,” she rolled her eyes, “This cannot be it Tom.”

“It’s not,” he laughed, “Obviously I’ve got something more than this planned. I just thought we could stop here.”

“Why?”

“Because, if you remember,” he began to explain, a smile overtaking his features, “You stayed late to help me clean the pool and I took you to lunch as thanks. It was like our first half date.”

“Half date?” she laughed, “That is not a thing Tom.”

“Yes it is, it was the first time we hung out outside of work together, and it’s when I asked you out, it’s a half date.”

“Those are very specific circumstances that define a half date,” she pursed her lips, fighting her urge to smile.

“Whatever, the point is, this place is special because it reminds me of you,” he leaned over the middle console to press a kiss to her cheek, “And I just wanted to tell you that before we got to the real date.”

“Aw,” she cooed at him, “Don’t tell me it’s going to get even sappier than this.”

“Oh angel, just you wait, it’s only getting worse and worse from here.”

She watched out the windows as Tom drove her across town to another restaurant, though this time she knew exactly why he’d brought her there.

“Tom,” she bit her lip as she spoke, “This is incredibly cute.”

“Ah not here angel,” he grabbed her hands as she tried to open the door, “Just being sappy again. Remember what happened here?”

“Our first date, how could I ever forget that?” she smiled as she reminisced on the happy memories, “We got all dressed up and you brought me flowers. Then we talked until they closed, and we still couldn’t get enough of each other so you drove me up to that cliff side and talked all night.”

“No, no, it was nothing like that,” he rolled his eyes, “I picked you up and you looked so fucking gouregous I could barely speak. Then I took you to this restaurant and I tried so desperately and to seem interesting enough to keep your attention. For some reason you put up with me, and we talked and talked and talked. I thought you’d want to go home at the end of the night but you still weren’t sick of me so we drove up to that little lookout point and I fell madly and deeply in love with you while we talked the night away.”

“You did not fall in love with you on our first date,” she rolled her eyes, “You’re just trying to make me emotional.”

“I fell in love with you the first time I laid my eyes on you, it just took me a little while to realize it.”

She sighed, letting her head fall onto his shoulder, “I fell in love with you the first time we kissed. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else.”

“Mine was cuter,” Tom hummed as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Oh whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “Alright, are we going to the real date now?”

“You’ll see, you’ll see,” he shushed her, driving just a few parking lots over to the local bowling alley, “Remember here?”

“Another one?” she sighed, “Alright, you took me here to introduce me to your brothers. I found out that I majorly suck at bowling that night.”

“Yeah you do,” he laughed, “But my brothers adore you, they treat you like a sister and it totally melts my heart.”

“Yeah, I think they’re cool too,” she chuckled, “So, is there an actual date or are you just taking me on a victory lap of the city?”

“There is a date, at the end of the victory lap,” he admitted, “There’s just a couple more things I want you to see first.”

“You’ll see, just give it a second,” he hummed.

Tom drove her all over the city, stopping anywhere with even the tiniest amount of significance. He took her to the club where they’d spent Harrison’s birthday, the fairgrounds where they spent way too much money on rigged games, even the local park, where her and Harry had gotten way too competitive with a game of frisbee golf. He took her to more sentimental spots too, like where they’d had their first kiss, the hill where they’d fallen asleep watching a meteor shower, the place where they’d first said I love you, where they’d had their first time. It was like a montage of their greatest hits, that had her falling in love with Tom, and the city, all over again. She was almost in tears when Tom finally declared that the tour was over, and it was really time for their date.

“Okay, where are we really going then?” she pressed, her eyes glued to the window for any clues, “I mean we’ve pretty much been everywhere already…”

“Looks like we’re heading to your place, or work,” she knit her brow.

“Does it?”

“Does it?” she mocked, “We have to get out of this car soon or I’m gonna pee myself.”

“Well,” he flicked his blinker on and turned into the pool parking lot, “Good thing we’re here.”

“Tom I swear to god I-”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughed, “But you can run inside real quick and use the restroom before we go.”

“They’re closed.”

“I have my keys,” he flicked off the car, grinning as he waved for her to follow, “Hurry up angel.”

She followed him inside, suspicious that he had some kind of ulterior motive, “We are not fooling around in there Tom.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” he hummed as he opened the front door, “Go on, take care of your business.”

“Thanks,” she scampered off to the bathroom, only to find Tom was missing when she returned, “Tom?” she peaked around the lobby but found nothing. She got no response when she knocked on the men's locker room door, and the employee lobby was empty. “Tom?” she called again, peeking at her phone for any hints, “Come on,” she sighed and headed for the pool.

“Surprise!”

Out jumped everyone she’d spent the summer with, Tom, Harrison, his brothers, everyone they’d worked with at the pool, all the friends she’s made across town. The pool was all lit up, lined with tables full of food and drinks. (y/n) was in shock, her jaw hung open as she took it all in.

“So,” Tom’s arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “What do you think?”

“This is amazing,” she squeezed his hands, “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” he kissed her cheek again before stepping away, “We all wanted to make your last night really special.”

“It’s perfect,” she confirmed, “Seriously, I couldn’t imagine anything better than this.”

“Glad to hear it love,” Harrison wrapped his arm around her shoulders for a quick hug, “Come on though, you’ve got lots of people to say goodbye too.”

She was led around to say hi to everyone, progressively becoming more and more emotional as the night went on. Tom stuck right to her side, doing his best to comfort her as the night went on. It was nice, she appreciated the gesture and everyone being there, but the realization that this was her goodbye just kept creeping back up. Tom could tell she was drained by the end of the night, obviously ready to just curl up in bed.

“Angel, are you ready to go home?” he hummed.

“No, no, I’m okay,” she insisted, “We should stay and help clean up.”

“You can’t clean up your own party,” Harry rolled his eyes, “We’ll stay back and clean it up. If you’re ready to go you and Tom can head out.”

“Are you guys sure?” she wrung her hands nervously, “We can stay and help.”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, it’s not very much anyway, we’ve got this.”

“Thanks guys,” Tom squeezed her side, “Let’s get you home then yeah?”

She nodded, “Thanks guys.”

She moved to give each of them a hug, mumbling a quick goodbye, hoping to escape to the car as quickly as possible. Harry seemed to have other ideas in mind though.

“I love you,” he squeezed her tight.

“Aw, I love you too,” she chuckled.

“I’m gonna miss you so much sis,” he patted her back as she pulled away.

She forced a smile as she stepped away, waving to them while her and Tom slipped away.

“Are you alright?” Tom squeezed her waist.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she insisted as she climbed into the passenger seat, “I just wanna go home.”

“Alright, we’ll go.”

“He called me sis.”

“What?”

“Harry called me sis.”

Tom chuckled, “Well yeah, I told you earlier, they think of you like a sister.”

“But it’s different when he says it,” she sniffled, her facade finally crumbling, “I don’t wanna go Tom.”

He moved to her side as quick as he could and pulled her into him, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to angel. If you want to stay you can, Haz and I would be more than happy to have you.”

“But I can’t! I can’t just ditch everything for a summer fling! I have to go back to school and my family and I have to go home! But I don’t want to go back there! I want this to be home, I don’t want to leave!”

Tom took a deep breath and kissed the top of her head before scooting back to his seat, “I know we went a lot of places today angel, but I’ve got one more thing to show you alright?”

“No I don’t wanna go fucking see anything else Tom! I just want to go home…”

“We will, I just want to show you one thing angel, it’ll make you feel better,” he promised, slipping a hand over hers, “It’ll be quick.”

“Okay…”

She was quiet the rest of the short drive, he’d taken her to a small cafe, they’d only been there once before.

“Come on angel,” he waved for her to follow him.

“Why would you bring me here?” she scoffed.

“Just come on,” he insisted, smiling as she slammed the door behind her, “Come sit with me,” he patted his lap.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before falling into his lap, “Why are we here?”

“Do you remember what happened here?” he hummed.

She nodded, “Yeah, we had our first fight here, and it seems like you’re trying to have our second too.”

“No, I’m making a point,” he corrected with a smile, “We had our first fight here, and then we never came back here again. But that is not why I brought you here, I brought you here because that fight made me think about us, and the fact that you had to leave at the end of summer. I kept trying to think of ways around it or ways for us to minimize our time apart, but you know what thought never crossed my mind?”

“What?” she sank into her chair.

“That when summer came to an end we would break up, because we aren’t a summer fling. We never were, not even for a second, and the sacrifices we make are not for a summer fling, they’re for a real relationship that both of us treasure. If you really, really don’t want to go then you can stay, and I mean we’ve got a Uni nearby and you’ve always got somewhere to stay here. But if I’m the only reason you don’t want to go then you need to go, and we’ll suffer through the long distance until my lease with Haz is up and then I’ll move to you.”

She shook her head, “It’s not just you, I love this town, and the friends I’ve made here, it’s everything about this place. I just feel like I belong here, and I’ve never felt like that back home.”

“Obviously I’m biased here,” he chuckled, “But you could always just give it a semester out here, transfer back if you hate it, or vice versa. Just remember this long distance thing is going to be temporary no matter what, and even then we’re only a couple hours apart.”

She was silent as she tried to sort out her thoughts, “Yeah, school’s a little cheaper out here too, that’d be nice. A-And I haven't paid for anything yet this year so I’m not really obligated to go…”

“You don’t have to justify anything to me angel, obviously I want you to stay” he kissed her shoulder with a frown, “If you wanna give it a shot then I think you should, but if you don’t, we’re still gonna make this work, because I love you.”

“I love you too,” she sniffled while he wiped her eyes, “Thanks Tommy.”

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camelotsheart · 3 years

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I think it's really interesting how one of the worst barriers in BBC Merlin is ignorance.

Almost everyone in the show is trying to do the right thing from their perspective. It's the ignorance of certain things that makes their actions seem wrong to different people, and it’s easier for the audience to relate most with Merlin because he knows as much as they do. Morgana (at least up till the end of s3) and the sorcerers supporting her are trying to engage in revolution to free themselves without knowing that Arthur is the one destined to free them. Arthur is trying to protect his people. Merlin is trying to do both, but with the knowledge of his and Arthur’s destiny.

How many of the sorcerers who attacked Camelot knew of Merlin and Arthur's destiny? I can only remember Nimueh, who's antagonism seems to be more of a personal hatred of Uther and his betrayal, similar to how Morgana's hatred of Arthur overcomes her sense of justice in s4 and 5, and Mordred, who I think would at least have second thoughts of opposing Arthur had he knew Kara was given a chance. It's very telling that Alator was quick to change sides after he learned of Merlin's identity despite supporting Morgana before. He even says that there are many people like him who are willing to sacrifice their lives to bring about the golden age.

Was Alvarr and his band of renegade wrong? Was Mary Collins wrong? Was Edwin wrong? Were the people who wanted revenge upon Uther for the loss of their loved ones wrong? Is it wrong to understand Kilgharrah's motives when he attacks the kingdom who killed all of his kind and entrapped him in a dungeon for 20 years? Everyone plays with different views of right and wrong because those views are not centralised in the first place. This is what makes the series so interesting - because it wants the audience to have stakes on both sides of the conflict.

This works for Arthur's side too. Arthur's most positive views of magic comes from season 1. That's because in that season the memories of the druid raids are closer to him than in later ones, and also because he is given more positive experiences with magic (the ball of light, Will, the unicorn, etc). However, after that point all the magic that he encounters, according to the knowledge which he possesses of the situation, has been used negatively.

He nearly dies because of a creature of magic, Sigan tries to take over Camelot, druids kidnap Morgana, a troll uses his father to take over Camelot, Gaius nearly dies because of Aredian, Morgause tries to use him to kill his father, a shapeshifter kills Camelot's citizens, the undead attack Camelot, a dragon kills innocent people, a goblin wrecks havoc, he is nearly killed in a tourney by the use of enchanted swords, Morgause and Cendred use Elyan, Gwen and Morgana to get to him, Dragoon tries to bring dishonour to Camelot by enchanting him and Gwen, Morgana betrays Camelot, Gaius is tortured (yes, his actions does play a large part in this and he is shown to wrecked with guilt by it. There's a reason why in the next episode he talks so highly of Gaius), a monster of magic kills people in outlying villages, Morgana takes over Camelot and kills innocent people again....

The only positive experience he has with magic in seasons 2 and 4 is the knowledge that Dragoon tried to save Uther. And yet in season 5 he still stops a sorceress from being executed despite people claiming that her magic brought down a plague upon the village. He still gives Mordred a chance to become a knight (I hc that Arthur knew Mordred was a druid, but not that he had magic. Mordred was half naked when being treated by gaius in 5x05. Arthur would have seen his druid mark, unless he came in after Gaius bandaged him up. He also doesn't question how Mordred knows Kara, a druid). He still believes that in his heart, he should save Mordred and lift the ban, but his mind - his experiences - become an argument against his heart. And it is a strong argument from Arthur's point of view. You could say that Arthur was a hypocrite when he used magic to save Gwen and Uther, but you could also say that there was a part of him still hanging on to his views from season 1. What Dragoon and Dolma says to Arthur in both occasions regarding magic echoes Arthur's own views at finding a poultice at Gwen's - to save her dying father, that doesn't make her guilty of creating a plague. One's the act of, of kindness, of love, the other of evil. I don't believe evil's in this girl's heart. / There is no evil in sorcery. Only in the hearts of men. / I know you have suffered because of magic, as many have. But not all magic, and not all sorcerers are the same. I wish only to show you that magic can be used for good. And I think that after 5x09 Arthur does internalize Dolma's saying. He never once speaks against Kara's heritage as a druid when he talks about or to her. He explicitly states that her wrong is in murder, not in possession of magic.

This is what Merlin understands - that the conflict comes mainly from differing points of views caused primarily by ignorance of the prophecy itself. Merlin sees in 2x08 that Arthur is completely able of accepting magic and going against Uther, just like he knows that those who possess magic have an ultimate right to fight for what they believe. As one of the most informed people in the show, this is the line that Merlin tries to straddle everyday; to give his people freedom by making Arthur the king he is destined to be, even if to outsiders the two seem mutually exclusive.

The true wrong of the show was to place that burden on one shoulder alone.

#bbc merlin #merlin meta #idk if his makes sense 😂#i had this thought in the middle of class. break and had to type it up #time to focus back on my studies 😔✌️

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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The BAU First online Secret Santa (aka: Rossi vs Zoom) (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Summary: Rossi might have said too much when he wasn't muted in the BAU online Secret Santa Celebration. And Reid is too embarrassed to face (Y/N) afterward.

Requested: Yes. My boyfriend asked me to write this, and asked for some specific gifts for some team members. (Based on season 7 of Criminal Minds in COVID quarantine).

Pairing: Spencer Reid/ Reader- feat the whole team

Warnings: None

Word count: 3K

Masterlist

- “Hello?”- Penelope waved at Rossi, but he didn’t reply. She sighed and stared at the camera on her computer, and nearly started jumping and waving.

- “Rossi!! Hey!”

- “Penelope??”- Rossi screamed, looking at the screen, unable to find the tab with the Zoom video conference on his navigator. He could hear her but couldn’t see her.

- “Where are you??”

- “Rossi!! I can’t hear you! you are muted!”- Penelope was already frustrated, and it had been only two minutes.

Rossi had been struggling using Zoom the whole quarantine. Every online meeting for the last couple of months had been filled with “Rossi, you are muted,” “Rossi, we can see you picking your nose,” “Rossi, you aren’t mute, we can hear you fart.” It had been as frustrating as funny for the team.

- “Hey!”- Prentiss waved at the camera- “Where’s everybody?”

- “We’ve got Rossi trying to find us and unmute his mic”- Emily chuckled and nodded- “And Hotch just logged in… hey!”

- “Hello everybody”- Aaron Hotchner waved, and his son Jack appeared in the back of the room, waving too.

- “Did you clean your room?”- he asked his son

- “Yes…”- it was clear Jack was lying

- “So if I go upstairs right now, your room is going to be clean, your bed made, and your toys in their place?- Jack stayed still and just smiled. Slowly, he turned around and ran back to his room.

- “Hey, how did you change your background?”- Emily asked Garcia, who started explaining how to do it.

- “Henry! what is it?”- JJ logged into the conversation, but her attention was really on her son, who kept crying somewhere near her.

- “Hello? Hey? can you hear me?”

- “Hey Spence!!”- Prentiss and Garcia said at the same time and chuckled.

- “Hello! How’s everybody!”- he smiled and stared at his screen.

For someone who hated technology, he was pretty comfortable meeting the team online. Maybe because his germaphobic self was glad they didn’t have to go to the BAU if there was a pandemic going on.

Germs were worse than technology, which was good to know when it came to his phobias.

- “Baby girl, what are you doing?”- Derek’s voice interrupted Garcia’s class of “How to change backgrounds one on one.” Emily enjoyed her time switching pictures on his background, laughing, while JJ tried to convince Henry to eat his banana. Hotch was reading a case file, not paying attention to anything going on around him. Rossi was lost and muted still, trying to find the right tab in his browser, and Spencer was reading a book, sipping a cup of coffee.

- “Hey!!”- (Y/N) waved at the screen and stared at the scene. Everyone in the BAU was on their little bubble.

- “Hello, hey! How are you?”- Spencer closed the book and waved. (Y/N) blushed and waved back. She just stared at him, and all the memories of their last video call came to mind.

They had literally spent the night together. They started a video call around seven, then cooked dinner. Spencer actually cooked ‘cos (Y/N) gave him an easy cooking lesson online. Both of them ate spaghetti with homemade bolognese sauce.

They started talking and talking, drinking tea, and coffee, and cocoa, and more tea. They snuggled on their couches and kept on talking, laughing. Somehow they started reading each other their favorite parts of their favorite books. And somehow, they ended up in their beds, drinking one last cup of tea. They were hugging a pillow, wishing they could actually hug each other, but never saying those words. And so they kept talking until they fell asleep.

(Y/N) had fallen asleep first. Spencer felt he had bored her ‘till she passed out, but the truth was, she had made her best effort to stay awake but failed at four in the morning. She loved talking with Spencer. She loved Spencer, all of him, including all the facts and statistics he would ramble on for hours.

If only she knew he felt the same. He could hear her ramble about books and albums she loved. He didn’t know half the bands she talked about but always googled them after their conversations to understand her a little bit better. And to add facts to their next talk.

- “Rossi! Rossi! unmute your mic”- Aaron repeated for the hundredth time during the call, but Rossi still had no idea what he was doing.

- “Ok, ok, don’t touch anything, I’m hacking into your computer,”- Garcia simply said, already tired of waiting. It wasn’t the first time she had done it during the latest months. I wouldn’t be the last either.

- “Hello? can you hear me?”

- “Yes, David”- Aaron nodded and almost smiled- “Hello everybody, I trust you are all having a nice day.”

It was their annual Secret Santa, and for the first time, it was online. They had all made sure to mail their presents earlier enough, and everybody had gotten theirs already. It was December 24th, and though it was still just noon, Rossi enjoyed the first whiskey of the day.

- “I sent you all cookies!!”- Penelope clapped and smiled, staring into the camera- “Did you all get it?”

- “Yes!”- they all answered but (Y/N).

- “No… I didn’t”

- “What?! But I sent them yesterday! the delivery said you had gotten them,”- Penelope explained, but (Y/N) just shook her head.

- “Sorry Garcia, I just got my Secret Santa present this week, and that’s it”

- “Someone stole your cookies, pretty girl!”- Derek chuckled and took a bit of one of his- “Your lost, ‘cos they are delicious.”

- “Great… not only I get to spend Christmas alone, now I have to bake my own cookies.”- she groaned and sighed.

- “What? Alone?”- JJ was in shock- “What about your family? Family get-togethers are allowed this weekend. It just has to be less than ten people in each house.”

- “They live in Seattle, and I can’t travel ‘cos I don’t wanna expose my grandparents to any risk, so I decided to spend Christmas alone”- (Y/N) cut the team a short smile. They all wide opened their eyes in shock. Christmas alone was never a good plan.

- “Me and Jack are going to spend it with his grandfather and aunt. We would be glad to have you over.”- Hotch immediately said, and (Y/N) smiled.

- “Thank you, but that’s ok, it’s just Christmas…”- that really didn’t sound good.

- “I’m gonna be alone too,”- Spencer texted her ‘cos he didn’t want to say it in front of the team- “Do you wanna spend Christmas with me? I can save you some cookies”.

(Y/N) chuckled as she read, and Spencer smiled, staring at her. You don’t usually get to see the reaction of the person you text. And he loved it.

- “Why are you going to be alone?”- she wrote back

- “Same as you, I don’t wanna expose my mom, and she is all the family I’ve got. She’ll spend Christmas with aunt Ethel”.

- “Hey! (Y/N), are you listening?”- Penelope waved and nearly yelled.

- “Sorry, what?”- (Y/N) left the phone aside and tried to focus on the team.

- “JJ was saying you are also welcome to spend it with her mom, Henry, and Will.”

- “Thank you guys, but… I think I’ll be ok.”

She blushed at those words and made her best not to look at Spencer as she smiled. Which was incredibly useless, ‘cos no one knew where Spencer’s image was on her screen. And at the same time, it was so easy for the team to profile what was going on. That’s why neither of them said another word.

- “Ok, can we start opening presents now?”- Prentiss asked. Her background was now a beach, and she had put on a big hat and sunglasses. Penelope and JJ laughed at her so loud that they didn’t listen when Aaron said they should make a distant toast.

- “Wait! let me get something to drink!”- (Y/N) stood up quickly and poured herself a cup of tea.

- “Ok, now I’m ready, sorry”- and when she looked at the screen, Spencer was blushing, and everybody was chuckling.

- “What did I miss?”

- “Nothing pretty girl”- Derek just smiled- “Let’s do the presents thing… who wants to start?”

- “Henry is pretty restless today, so if you guys don’t mind, I want to start”- JJ waved and showed everybody her present.

“You have to guess who gave you your present,”- Emily explained and sipped her cup of coffee.

- “Alright… let’s see… I got this envelope from my Secret Santa and… it’s just what I needed!!”- JJ smiled and nearly jumped on her seat

- “It’s a whole spa day!! Mom needs a day off when this pandemic ends!! thank you, Secret Santa!!”

- “Who do you think gave you that?”- Penelope asked, and JJ looked at each one of her teammates on the screen.

- I’m gonna go with… Hotch, ‘cos I think he understands exactly what’s like being a parent in quarantine- Aaron chuckled and shook his head.

- “Sorry, I would have given you that, though, but it wasn’t me.”

- “Then who?”- Rossi raised his hand and smiled

- “I noticed you were a little… stressed last time we talked. I thought maybe when this whole thing ends, you would enjoy a day to treat yourself.”

- “Thank you so much, Rossi. I really appreciate it!!”

The whole team continued opening their presents and laughed, trying to guess who was their Secret Santa. Hotch got a horrible (and yet adorable) Christmas sweater with a gigantic Rudolph on it and a matching one for Jack. He guessed right away it was from Penelope.

Hotch bought García a fantastic pair of high heels and confessed he had picked them himself. Aaron Hotchner had a pretty good fashion sense. Who knew?

Rossi opened his present and laughed, shocked. It was one costly and hard to find Scotch bottle. He thought it was from Emily, but no, it was from (Y/N).

- “I remembered you said it was your favorite, and I thought maybe you’d like to share it with us next time we have a real get-together in your house.”

- “It’s very nice and naive of you to think I might actually share this present with anyone”- Rossi smiled and waved at the screen- “Thank you, kid.”

Emily got a weekend in Vegas from JJ to make it up for the “Sin to Win” weekend she lost because of a case a few months before. And again, she refused to explain to the team what “Sin to Win” meant.

Morgan got a life provision of baby oil to rub on his six pack and biceps each time he took his shirt off. It was a joke from Emily, and Rossi nearly had a heart attack laughing at it. Penelope wanted a demonstration, but Derek promised a private show. Prentiss also got him a new kit of tools for home repairs, which always came in handy for him… mostly to fix all the doors he kicked.

- “And what did you get, Spence?”- JJ asked, now holding Henry in her arms, trying to keep him calm. Reid opened his present and smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile though, it was a “are you fucking kidding me?” smile.

- “Dating for Dummies”- he said and showed the book- “And I’m pretty sure this is from Morgan.”

- “As soon as this quarantine ends, you and I are going to a club, so you better study that book, ‘cos I’m gonna make you put it on good use.”

Morgan joked, but after all those years, it just wasn’t funny anymore, not for Spencer, at least.

- “And last but not least, what did you get (Y/N)?”- Penelope’s eyes were shining. She loved Secret Santa. She had forced Hotch to put on his sweater, and he was now feeling like a dork on camera. Garcia, of course, had taken many screen-captures to save that amazing moment.

- “Well, I’m pretty sure this is from Spencer”- she smiled, ‘cos he was the only one left. He blushed and waved.

- “I hope you like it”- (Y/N) unwrapped the present carefully and smiled, surprised.

- “Where did you get this?”- it was an original edition of The Little Prince, in french. It was tough to find.

- “You said you loved the book ‘cos your mom read it to you when you were a kid, so… I thought you’d like it.”

(Y/N) couldn’t stop going through each page, as a million memories of her childhood came to her mind. Her mother had passed away when she was in high school, and the book meant more to her than anyone could imagine.

- “Thank you”- she whispered and bit her lip, making her best not to cry.

- “Jesus Christ! When is he going to tell her he loves her!?”- Rossi nearly yelled. He was in the back of his office, pouring himself a glass of his Secret Santa present.

The whole team stayed quiet, making their best not to laugh. Spencer wanted to die. He rested his head on the desk and controlled the urge to leave the conversation.

- “Hey, Rossi… just so you know, you weren’t muted.”- Prentiss managed to say and chuckled. He looked at the screen and stayed quiet.

- “Ok... I think I’m gonna go now. This Scotch is already getting to my head, so… see you guys!!”- Rossi waved and tried to leave.

- “Fuck! I hope I didn’t ruin it for the kid. Well, someone had to say it anyway”- he whispered, embarrassed.

- “Rossi, we can still hear you. You didn’t close the conversation, just minimized it”- JJ warned him, and that time, everybody burst out laughing.

- “Ok, I’m gonna go now…”- Spencer couldn’t even look at (Y/N) anymore. He just waved and closed Zoom.

- “I’m gonna go too”- (Y/N) whispered- “I hope everybody has a nice holiday!”- she didn’t even wait for anyone to say anything else. She just left the conversation and walked to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water.

What the hell had just happened?

Spencer had a panic attack. What was he supposed to do now? Confess his feelings? Rossi had already done it for him. Should he call (Y/N) and tell her it was just a joke? Tell her the truth? Invite her over for Christmas, again?

- “Fuck!!”- he shouted and walked to his kitchen. Some whiskey Morgan left last time he visited was still there, and though Reid wasn’t much of a drinker, he needed one.

He honestly had no idea what to do. He knew he couldn’t face (Y/N) now. How? he would fluster just to be in the same room with her. Rossi really ruined everything. It seemed it was the end of the world.

- “I’m gonna have to quit, move from DC, change my name, start my life from scratch…”

Yes, Spencer was making a drama out of the whole situation. But in his defense, he had never been in that kind of situation before.

It was eight pm when Spencer heard a knock on the door. He had been lying on his couch most of the afternoon, trying to read. Still, his mind kept coming back to (Y/N) and the embarrassment he felt after Rossi’s comment.

- “Hi”- (Y/N) whispered as soon as Reid opened the door, and his heart stopped- “You said I could come for Christmas… so…”- he stood still and just nodded. She was there, wearing a Dr. Who mask, with some snowflakes on her coat.

- “Can I come in?”

- “Sure! I’m sorry, I just…”- Spencer moved from the door and watched her taking off her shoes, leaving a few paper bags on the table, and smiling at him as soon as she removed her mask.

- “Can I wash my hands?”

- “Of course, the bathroom is…”- Reid stopped himself. She knew where the bathroom was. That wasn’t the first time she was there.

While she washed her hand, he made his best to clean a little, folded the blanket on his couch, and piled all the books that were lying around.

- “So… I hope I’m not interrupting anything…”- (Y/N) started apologizing again, but Spencer just shook his head.

- “No, not at all, I just wasn’t expecting you to come after… what…”- he couldn’t even mention it.

- “After what Rossi said?”- she turned around and avoided looking at Spencer. She walked to the bags she had brought and started taking things out

- “Should we worry he was getting drunk so early?”- she simply said, and Reid chuckled

- “I don’t know, maybe… what are you doing?”

- “Well… I’m not into chicken tandoori for Christmas, so I cooked some things.”

- “It smells delicious”- Reid smiled, and so did (Y/N), feeling her cheeks blushing.

- “It’s mom’s turkey recipe, so it better be good”

- “Let me put that in the fridge”- Reid held the turkey, roasted potatoes, and many other things (Y/N) had cooked and walked to the kitchen.

- “I also got you this”- (Y/N) giggled and followed Spencer. As soon as he left everything he was carrying, she put a Santa hat with red and white stripes on his head.

- “You look like the cat in the hat”- she joked, and Spencer laughed, feeling like the happiest nerd on earth.

- “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

- “It is…”- (Y/N) stared at him and sighed, both of them smiling in silence for a second.

- “Did you get one for yourself too?”- he finally asked.

- “Yes! so we can take dorky pictures and send them to Garcia, she is gonna love those”- she made a pause and bit her lips for a second.

- “So… do you like Christmas traditions?”- she asked and looked down at her shoes

- “Mmm, sure… like watching Home Alone drinking hot chocolate?- Spencer asked, thinking he hadn’t really lived many Christmas traditions growing up. However, he knew his mother had made her best to make him happy each holiday.

- “Yeah… that and… maybe this”

(Y/N) took a mistletoe from her pocket and lifted her arm to place it right on top of their heads.

Spencer didn’t move. He just wide opened his eyes, staring at (Y/N), who was now smiling, completely blushed.

- “Since we are spending Christmas together, I thought… we… could…”- but she couldn’t finish talking, ‘cos Spencer leaned in slowly, very slowly until he reached her lips and kissed her. His hands cupped her cheeks carefully, and her arms ended up wrapped around his neck.

- “Merry Christmas, Spencer”- she whispered, rubbing her lips against his when the kiss ended, but neither of them wanted to move apart.

- “Merry Christmas, (Y/N)”

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spicy-dunkaroo · 3 years

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Stuck by Your Side (Part 1)

♫Now Playing: “Stuck by Your Side (Part 1)” by Spicy Dunkaroo…♪

❀Word Count: 2.5k

❀Rating: PG 13, 18+, Minors Do Not Interact (please)

❀Genre: Mythology AU!, Kelpie! Tamaki Amajiki, a pinch of Angst, very Fluffy, Maybe Smut (Still not sure yet)

❀Summary: Due to your job, you’re forced to visit a beautiful city in Scotland in order to get some reconnaissance on the locals. While on this trip, you grab a drink with a coworker and return home where you begin to notice strange things happen.

❀Warning(s): Cursing, Mentions of Alcohol use (Characters are aged up), and Mentions of Depression

❀Author's Note: Hello everyone!! This will be my first collaboration with the BNHarem server (Of hopefully many more). I hope that if you enjoy this story that you also go ahead and check out the other talented artists/writers that participated in this server collab here. I am beyond grateful to be working with so many amazing writers and artists that have helped me and inspired me to start writing!! I would also like to ask that if there are any warnings I might have missed, please do let me know. The last thing I want to do is have anyone read my story and get triggered because I didn’t properly put the warnings here.

Without further adieu, I hope you enjoy :)

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Birds singing, leaves crunching, and the wind singing in your ears was all you could hear as the tour guide went on with their one-sided conversation of tour around Inverness, Scotland. If it weren’t for your worrisome supervisor, you’d be in the cute little cottage that you rented for the next few weeks, probably playing on your switch or watching Tigtog videos for hours on end. But noooo, they mandated that everyone had to go on this hour-long tour of the city to “get a nice perspective of the city” or whatever the hell they were rambling on about.

Each person was assigned a partner for the tours so they didn’t have to worry about anyone getting abducted or ‘lost’. Knowing better, you visibly rolled your eyes as your partner looked around like a kid in a candy store. Apparently the woman was from the marketing department as well, her name seeming to leave your memory as you squinted in her direction.

“You forgot my name again, didn’t you?”

“Pfft- no- no way!”

“Yea? Then what is it?”

“Uh, erm...It- it starts with a H, I know that!!”

“It’s Hoshi, or if you’d like to continue with formalities, Ms. Tenmei.”

Hanging your head in shame you look away. Getting lost in your thoughts once more, Hoshi taps on your shoulder.

“Hey, no worries! I’m pretty bad with names myself. How’s camera duty going?”

Saying this, the woman grabs the camera from your grasp, turning it back on to see the pictures you had taken thus far. Whistling, Hoshi looks back at you, noticing the lack of enthusiasm that was painted across your face.

“I know this tour is the last thing either of us want to do, but the quicker you get all those pictures for the portfolio, the quicker we can get out of here and grab a drink. It’ll be my treat if you can get all of them before the end of the tour.”

Nodding your head, you grab the camera back from her, beginning to focus it on a nice view of the lake from the bridge the two of you were standing on. Before you can snap the shot, the tour-guide’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as he begins to speak about a more interesting topic.

“It’s said that this lake has a kelpie spirit living within its waters. Although, that can be said about any lake that’s big enough to swim in.”

As most tourists begin to talk amongst themselves, you grip onto the expensive camera once more, hoping to find that perfect shot you had before the man’s shrilling voice had interrupted your train of thought.

“Mommy, what’s a kelpie?”

As the little boy spoke, you took the chance to snap the shot as a bird flew on the lake's surface, leaving a black blur on the perfect shot!

‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’

The tour guide you grew to despise butted into the pair’s conversation to answer the boys question.

“That’s a good question kiddo! It’s said that the origins of the Kelpie were originally told as warnings to women and children alike to be alert at all times when not around their loved ones. Despite this, you can ask any local in the area and most could tell you their story of encountering the supposed myth. I suppose we’ll never know till we see one for ourselves. Though, if you’re unlucky enough to encounter such a myth, there’s the chance that you won’t live to tell the tale...”

The boy trembled as he gripped his mother’s dress tighter in his clutch. Your partner begins to scoot closer to you as she whispers into your ear.

“Psst! Hey, what do you think about those ‘kelpie’ hm?”

“It sounds like some sort of folk-lore they tell all the tourists here.”

“Oh c’mon now, you’re no fun! I’d like to think they might not be as brutal as this guy says.”

Scoffing, you shake your partner’s hand from your shoulder as you look into the camera’s lens once more to take another picture.

‘I’m sure it’s all bullshit. There’s no such thing as a shape-shifting kel-‘

Thinking this, you suddenly feel your body begin to fall forward as the bridge railing suddenly let out from beneath you. Before you realize it, you open your eyes to see the water's surface only a mere foot or two from your own face, the camera hanging by your neck and grazing the lake, your body beginning to be pulled back to its upright position.

Turning around to thank whoever it was that just saved you from having to pay for the company camera, you look to see nobody behind you. Nobody seemed to even be around you as you see Hoshi following behind the group of tourists, leaving you in the dust. You begin to chase after the group as you shake off the entire encounter.

Shuffling your bag off of your shoulder you threw it into the nearby chair, slumping into the couch that was adjacent to the chair. You began to hum to yourself as you felt the effects of the beer contest you had with Hoshi who you now knew was your supervisor. Thinking to yourself you remember losing that contest the two of you set up.

‘It was nice of her to pay for us and to bring me back home even though I lost. I should thank her tomorrow and try to pay her back if I can.’

Suddenly feeling the effects of the liquid courage, you stood up a bit too quickly, reaching your hand out to the couch you were just laying on. Not sure what to do, you reached for your phone to scroll through Tigtog, that was until you began to hear something strange. From what you could tell, it sounded like a voice, though you weren’t sure if it was male or female. Curiosity began to take the lead as you stood upright once more. Looking around, you began to walk around the cottage, seeing if there was anything on that could be making that noise. Eventually you found yourself outside in what looked to be the backyard of your little cottage, swaying side to side as you tried to listen for the voice once more.

“Y/N? Are- are you there?”

Under normal circumstances, after hearing an unknown males voice you’d already be locking the backdoor behind you after racing to that door. Tonight, however, was not the case as you yelled back the best you could of a response.

“yYeaa! Wwwhooo- whoo arre yOU?”

After saying this, you suddenly began to burp, probably due to the alcohol. Despite everything you had experienced thus far, for some reason your fit of burps could not be funner to you at that very moment as the voice spoke once more.

“T-That’s not important r-right now. I just wanted to make sure you made it back home safe.”

The liquid courage that coursed through your veins decided that you wanted to find out more about this stranger and began to walk into the forest. You began to sway as you attempted to find them, calling out to them in hopes of convincing them to stay and hang out.

“OoooOh c’mON now!! Don’t be liiiike that! Wh-wherrrreeee are ya? Le-le-let’s hanggg ouT for a bit! I-I *hic* think there’s cards in the liv-livingg roooom~! We- we can play a gggame of poKER and- and see what’s in the fridge. Man, now I’m hungryyy!”

Despite your lack of sobriety at the moment, you began to hear a few leaves crunch nearby. It appeared that for some reason or another, what you lacked in logic you seemed to gain in your basic senses. This theory proved true as you sniffed the air, you noticed that there was a lake nearby.

‘Since when the hell did I know what a river smelled like?’

Before you can continue on with your train of thought, the stranger responds once more. They seemed a bit panicked as you heard a twig snap, followed by more leaves crunching beneath their feet you suspected.

“D-D-Don’t come any closer! Y-You should go back h-home, you’re not t-thinking rationally.”

Not wanting to take no for an answer, you continue to walk to the source of the sound, hearing what sounded like a cascading river growing louder. Looking through the trees, you noticed a few yards away the river you had just heard. You speak up once more as you begin to walk toward the river.

“I-I don’t want to be alone r-right now… It-it’s stupid I know, I just...I’d just like to talk, just for a little bit. Would that be okay?”

Your vision began to blur as you rushed to the river's edge. It didn’t matter now if the stranger responded or not, your world began to crash down around you as you looked at the reflection on the water's edge. Sitting on your knees, small whimpers escaped your lips out as you covered your face with your hands. Despite the literal lack of sight, your emotions consumed you as it felt that everything around you was losing the light that once shone in your hopeful eyes.

At this point, you couldn’t hear any signs of life as you gripped harder at your face, only the sound of your quiet cries for help being all that echoed through that hollow forest. Assuming the worst, you began to move your hands from your face, dropping them by your side once more as you looked at your reflection once again.

“Y-You said you wanted to talk? T-That’d be fine, just- just promise you won’t cry anymore?”

There's a beat of silence, it seemed that not even the wind could speak as your body froze. Sure, you could convince yourself that you were just hearing things, that you were just acting aloof because you were feeling lonely. If you could get yourself on the couch, you could wake up and even tell yourself that the whole experience was just a really surreal dream you had. What you couldn’t convince yourself was the half naked man that appeared to be standing a few feet behind you, his voice matching his lips as you watched them move.

‘Maybe- maybe I’m just seeing things? That-that has to be right, right?! But alcohol doesn’t cause hallucinations and I’m positive that none of my drinks were spiked. So- so...Who the hell is this!?!’

“Are- are you okay Y/N?”

Your body grew stiff as you heard your name roll off of his tongue. If you weren’t getting clearheaded before, you definitely were cold sober now. Those shy indigo eyes that seemed to stare back at your own off of the river's surface as they brought you back to your senses.

‘There is a strange, half-naked man, who somehow knows you by your name, staring at you- talking to you! He doesn’t seem very intimidating, but then again he is a stranger!! In the best case scenario, he could just be a nice guy who found someone in need. Worst case, he’s a psycho that found their next victim! I can’t keep my back turned like this, I have to do something and get the hell out of this!’

Taking a shallow breath in, you swiftly turn your entire body around, facing the stranger that now made your body shiver in fear as you looked up at him. Despite the appearance of the situation, the man seemed to be intimidated by you as he looked away.

‘He doesn’t really seem like he wants to hurt me. If anything, he’s scared of me? Maybe I can intimidate him to leave me alone? Though, I don’t think I could pull it off seeing as I’m still a bit drunk…’

“Y-Y/N?”

Looking back at the man, you notice he begins to reach his hand out toward you, slowly beginning to walk toward your crouched form. Worried for the worst, you scoot away as you respond.

“H-HEY!! D-Don’t come any c-closer! If-If you don’t I-I’ll- ACK!”

Speaking this, you only now notice that there didn’t seem to be any more ground beneath you as you felt your body begin to fall into the river.

“Y/N!”

Before you can process everything that’s happening, you close your eyes in anticipation for the cold water that was bound to drown you. The stranger grabs your wrist, holding your body up above the river, your body mere inches from being submerged in the cold water. Noticing the lack of impact, you flutter your eyes open as you look back at the man before you. Shocked, the man looks down at where he grabbed your wrists. Only now do you notice a purple hue that surrounded both your arms.

“What- what is this?!”

At a loss for words, the man can only look back between your face and where he held your wrist. Confused and scared, you rip your arm from his grip as you stand yourself back up. As you stare at the man, you look around, befuddled by whatever the hell had just happened.

While a part of you would love to ask what just happened, the more logical side of you knew that none of this was worth hanging around to find out. Dusting yourself off, the man speaks up once more as he looks away in what seemed to be guilt.

“Y-Y/N, I-I’m so so-sorry!! I-I didn’t mean to t-touch you- What have I done?!”

Not wanting to wait any longer, you began to shuffle around the man, holding your hands up in surrender as you attempted to empathize with the man. Although, you weren’t sure why he was so worried since he didn’t seem to do anything besides whatever that purple glow was moments before.

“Hey, hey! We don’t have to speak about any of this. I’ll go back and after that we won’t have to ever see each other ever again, okay?”

“Y/N, i-it’s not that simpl- h-Hey, WAIT!!”

Before he had a chance to explain, you sprinted back to your cute rental cottage that you were now wishing you never left. Looking back, you notice the man just stood there as you were almost home.

Suddenly, your body stopped moving. What was even stranger, your body seemed to freeze mid-sprint. Looking around, you noticed that somehow your head was able to move but your arms were stiff as you attempted to force your body to run once more. Just as you were about to give up, your legs moved once more, wobbling as they felt gravity work once more. Not taking any chances, you began to dash once more. Not a second later, your body rolled forward from some sort of large and heavy impact. After your body finished rolling forward, you noticed that you were sitting in the backyard of the cottage, the man sitting on his head as his body laid against the door.

“W-Who or-or What are you?”

The man sighs as he flutters his eyes open, rubbing his head as he looks up at you.

“M-My name’s T-Tamaki Amajiki, and- and I’m a kelpie…”

~End of Part 1~

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