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redschillzone · 4 years

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Flight Logs (Poe Dameron x Reader)

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Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k Words

Warnings: Suggested themes, maybe a curse word or two

Summary: While Poe is away on a mission, reader goes ahead and re-reads the logs the two have had.

A/N: My first Poe one-shot. I love him and I hope I did him justice. Enjoy! :)

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips as you sat on top of the grass covered hangar, the starry sky lighting up as much as it could to be your light in the dark. You made sure to bring with you an extra lantern or two to provide more light as you laid out the flight logs in front of you, putting a small rock on them to make sure they didn’t blow away in the cool night breeze. You were currently re-reading old flight logs between you and Poe from over the years; He managed to sneak you the extra copies he made to read whenever he was away after giving the others to Major Taslin Brance, a communications officer who wanted the logs to fill in any gaps in the Resistance records they had on file. This just so happened to be one of those times where you pulled out the logs and made your way out of the base to sit and re-read them. He was currently away on a month long mission, and you were missing him dearly as you had on several nights; You knew what he was doing was important for the Resistance, between recruiting members to just gathering supplies to taking down squadrons of First Order. You couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped you as you remembered the night before he left as if it was yesterday.

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“So.. I’ll be leaving early in the morning for that mission I told you about.” Poe told you as you rested your head on his chest, his fingers gently running through your hair as you listened to his heart beat; It was calm and steady, relaxing even as you listened to him talk, his voice vibrating through his chest. You two just got through one of the greatest love making sessions you’ve ever had, and this is what he decided to talk about afterwards. You knew he was thinking of going on the mission, I mean, Leia herself recommended him to go. He was the greatest pilot in the Resistance, how could she not want him to go? You hummed lowly in response, drawing small shapes on his chest as you listened to him talk.

“Are you going to be okay while I’m gone?” He asked, looking down at you as he stopped the movements in your hair. It caused you to look up at him, his chocolate brown eyes still soft and full of love for you as he searched your eyes for some kind of answer. You couldn’t help but smile and lean up to peck his lips.

“Yeah, I think I’m going to be okay babe.” You told him, watching as the small smile spread on his face as he pulled you into a short, passionate kiss. You shut your eyes as your lips moved against his, and you shifted yourself so you were straddling his hips once more. He pulled away first and couldn’t help but laugh as he looked over your naked body.

“Another round?” He teased, a grin on his face as you smirked and leaned over, beginning to kiss at his neck.

“Let’s go, Commander Dameron.” You whispered in his ear, causing him to groan below you as his hands were placed on your hips and you were flipped onto your back, pinned to the bed once more as Poe gladly took control.

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You blushed at the memory and shook your head, picking up a few of the logs and scanned them over. You had been dating Poe for over three years now, and no matter what mission he was sent on or how long he was away, he always gave you his jacket to hold onto. It was his little way of saying ‘Hold onto that for me, because I’m returning for it later.’ You wore it constantly while he was away as he intended you would; It was his way of staying with you while he was gone. And when he returned, you’d return it with a small smirk and a “Welcome back, Commander.” before giving him a quick ‘welcome back’ kiss. It was just a thing you two started doing and it just stuck throughout the years. You currently had his jacket wrapped around your shoulders now as you looked over the logs, his scent surrounding you and calming you as you read through the many flight logs he had given you. It wasn’t long before you began to chuckle lightly, tightening his jacket around your form as a breeze blew past, causing a few of the papers to rustle.

“Oh my Maker, Poe. You managed to find this log? I thought this one was lost forever.” You told yourself as you laid back against the blanket you brought with you, your eyes scanning over the words. You two were on a supply run, heading to the planet Yavin 4 to gather up some medical supplies that were desperately needed within the Resistance. It was the first time you and Poe were put on a mission together alone, as it was only going to take about two days for the whole trip and Leia didn’t want all of Black Squadron being away for it.

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“I hate this ship.” You mumbled to yourself as you flew one of the few Resistance cargo ships; Your x-wing was far too small to carry the medical supplies you and Poe were being sent out to get, so this was the second best thing the Resistance had to offer with what little they had.

“I think it suits you well, easy to fly and very easy to spot.” Poe spoke through the comms, a laugh leaving him as you felt a blush creep on your face before you bit back at the sassy, dark haired pilot.

“Oh really? Then why don’t you come over here and fly this thing if you’re as great of a pilot as you called yourself.” You spoke through the comm, shifting your gaze over to the black and orange x-wing that flew just beside you; It’s colors sticking out greatly as the blue hues of hyperspace contrasted against it. All you could hear was the laughter through the comm as he continued to fly through hyperspace beside you.

“Nah, I don’t fly such big, bulky ships, sweetheart. I like them small and fast.” He grinned, to which BB-8 beeped at him, almost as if calling him out and stating that that was a lie and he’d fly just about any ship he was given.

“Buddy come on, agree with me on this one.” He commented, to which you just shook your head and kept the ship on its current course. It was your first official mission alone with the Poe Dameron, and you didn’t want to fuck it up in the slightest. After all, you had your own reputation to uphold.

You were the commander for Grey squadron, a group of four pilots that used a series of StealthX x-wings to recon close to the First Order Dreadnoughts and gather what information you could about them before fleeing and returning to base. The ships were slightly smaller than the usual x-wings, and because they were crafted with equipment that hid the ship both visually and from the sensors, they were perfect for the recon missions. Leia had made the comment that they were once used by her brother Luke and by his New Jedi Order back in the day, but you never really knew if she was being serious or was just saying it to keep your spirits up during these dark times. You always told yourself you’d try and look into it, but never had the time to do so.

“So.. Commander (L/N)…” Poe started, shifting in his seat as he watched the scanners in case you had any unexpected visitors coming out of hyperspace.

“Yes Commander Dameron?” You spoke through the comm, urging him to continue his question.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He spoke, which caused you to laugh at his question. Was this what he was asking? Sure it was a bit of a flight to Yavin 4, even if you were in hyperspace right now it was still going to take some time. You just guessed he was trying to pass the time by asking silly questions to keep you two entertained, and to be honest it was working quite well.

“Mm.. Not at the moment, no.” You answered honestly before you added onto your answer.

“I had dated someone at one point though, about a year or two before I joined the Resistance. They weren’t exactly the kind of person I thought they were going to be later on down the line so I broke it off with them.” You told him as you leaned back in your seat, watching as the various blue hues flickered past you. You always found hyperspace to be oddly calming and you never really knew why. You could hear Poe hum on the other end before he spoke up.

“Must have been some asshole to lose someone like you.” He spoke, which caused a blush to grow across your face once more. Was he going to start flirting with you? And if so, was he going to mean the words he said? I mean, you weren’t going to object to it but you didn’t want to be just another person in his bed that he would throw to the side once he was satisfied with you. If you were going to date him, or try too, you wanted to actually get to know him. Not the hotshot pilot the Resistance knows as it’s greatest pilot.

“What about you? You date anyone Commander?” You spoke, glancing down at the controls of the ship before you glanced over towards his x-wing. It was quiet for a bit before he spoke up.

“No need for titles, just call me Poe.” He started off before he continued his sentence.

“And yeah, I did. It was way back in the day when I was still a teenager. She was.. She was something else but eventually I needed to move on with my life, find out what I was really meant to do. I left her and all that behind me.” He spoke in a tone that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it was a mixture of what seemed to be a hint of sadness and relief all at the same time.

“I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have asked-” You started, but were quickly cut off.

“No, no it’s fine (Y/N). Besides, if I didn’t leave her and that life behind I wouldn’t have met BB-8 or anyone else in the Resistance, you included.” He added on, to which BB-8 beeped happily at him and the male chuckled.

“Yeah I know, it’s a scary thought that you could have been with some other pilot.” He spoke, to which you smiled. He loved BB-8. Their little partnership was adorable to you and you couldn’t help but love the way he treated BB-8 as though he was his own son; He treated the droid as something more, which was something pilots rarely did. You loved watching as BB-8 would zoom across the hangar to see Poe whenever the two were apart for a debriefing or Poe was called somewhere the small droid couldn’t follow. It was just the cutest sight to see Poe get down on one knee and rub the droids belly as though he were a pet, the way the two would carefully bonk their heads together as if they were separated for years at a time. It was adorable, and you wished to have a partnership like that, whether it be with a droid or a person.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here Poe.” You said with a smile, to which Poe couldn’t help the smile that spread across his own face along with a small blush. Anytime you complimented him he couldn’t help but feel the butterflies grow in his stomach. He admired the way you led your squadron, how well you got along with others in the Resistance and how you cared for the well being of everyone there. You would urge others to take breaks when needed, to take the time to not only recover physically but mentally. You were fighting a war for crying out loud, it was bound to take a mental toll on everyone eventually. You even did it to him one time and he actually took your word for it after a couple days of convincing. He never got to thank you for it but Maker, he had never felt better then the day after he took that time to rest and recover. He felt recharged and more than ready to take on the First Order and anything they threw at him.

“Yeah, I am too.” He spoke before something on his control panel began to beep, alerting him that the two of you were about to exit out of hyperspace and arrive at Yavin 4.

“We’re here, seems clear of any First Order. Should be a quick trip, so long as nobody knows I’m home.” He said as he sat himself up; You sat up as well and grabbed the controls for the ship. The smile was still on your face as you came out of hyperspace; Maybe Poe Dameron wasn’t as bad as you made him out to be, and maybe you were beginning to fall for the sassy, dark haired pilot after all.

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You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your features as you put the logs aside, going and rolling onto your side to grab the rock you’ve been using to make sure the logs didn’t go flying off. You hummed lowly as you continued to skim through a few other logs; Some just being simple conversations between missions with his squadron while others were just battle logs or reports. You stopped on a few particular logs though and hummed lowly as your eyes scanned them over.

“These were from when you talked to BB-8 about your mom and dad…” You spoke to Poe as if he was there beside you. Even though he was nowhere around you, it was one of the things you began to do whenever he was away. It may seem strange to some people, but to you it helped you stay grounded while he was gone. You scanned over the words quietly, chewing on your lower lip quietly.

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Poe gave a low hum as he continued to fly through hyperspace, glancing over his controls every so often as he let his mind wander about. It had been about two months since you and him got together, and he couldn’t have been happier. He loved you deeply, and when he asked you on a date to the cantina after a very rough mission, he was so glad you agreed. You both took the time to really get to know each other; How you came from a family that had no military experience whatsoever, how you were a lone child who just loved to fix up droids in your spare time. Poe couldn’t help but find it amusing that you took to droids instead of people but was also amazed that you took to flying instead of being a mechanic. You had said you didn’t want to be stuck on the ground forever, and flying was your way of being free. He honestly couldn’t have worded that better himself.

When you asked him about his family, he was a bit hesitant but eventually told you it all. How his father was a soldier and his mother a pilot; How they fell in love during a mission and once the war was won, retired to Yavin 4 to live out their lives. He told you how even though they were retired, his mom still flew her A-wing as part of a civilian defense for the planet. He spoke highly of her, mentioned how he would join her on flights when he was around two or three, even let him mess around with the controls of her ship. Even back then he liked to test the limits of things, and he was just a small child. But he couldn’t help but go quiet and you could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes when he brought up that she passed away when he was only eight years old and it just became him and his dad.

Even now as he flew, he couldn’t help the few tears that welled in his eyes as he thought of his mother. He missed her so much and with each passing day he did his best to hopefully make her proud. Would she be proud of him for what he’s done so far? Maker, he hoped she was. He lifted his head a bit as he heard a few beeps coming from behind him and gave a small chuckled.

“Yeah- Yeah I’m okay buddy, just lost in my thoughts is all.” He spoke, to which BB-8 beeped a couple more times at him.

“Just.. Thinking of my mom is all, bud. Her sense of adventure, her love of freedom- Her piloting skills as well, that she could fly anything with wings- She was my hero growing up. And now that I think about it, (Y/N) reminds me so much of her.” Poe couldn’t help the bit of laughter that escaped him. You were beginning to remind him bit by bit of his mother with how well your piloting was, how you always spoke of freedom even in the darkest of times, how well you commanded your squadron. It was almost as if his mom had sent you to him herself, and he wouldn’t doubt it for a second if she had.

“What I’d give to have another flight with her.. Or at least have her meet (Y/N)…” Poe spoke lowly, moving a hand up to his chest to gently pat the spot where his mother’s ring was, letting out a shaky breath as he shut his eyes for a few moments. It was the only thing he had left of his mothers, and more often than not whenever he was stressed he would move a hand up to grip it. It had a soothing effect on him, helped keep him grounded and put him back where he needed to be. One day he’d give it away to his future wife or husband, but until then it would remain with him and around his neck.

A few beeps came from the orange and white droid, to which Poe gave a nod.

“Oh yeah, she would have loved you both for sure. My dad though? Well.. He’s one of the toughest and kindest soldiers I’ve ever known. He’s the reason I’m the man I am today. He never liked to fly, preferred to have his feet on the ground then in a ship.” Poe laughed a bit before he continued on.

“One day I’ll take you and (Y/N) back to Yavin 4 to meet him. But until then, we’ve got a war to win bud.” He spoke, sitting up as BB-8 beeped in agreement.

“Let’s just hope we live long enough to see it won.” Poe spoke before he exited out of hyperspace.

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You couldn’t help but wipe a few tears away of your own as you finished up those logs. You really did wish you could have met Shara; You’re almost positive the two of you would have gotten along great whether it was talking about flight strategies or talking about Poe when he was younger, you two would have talked about it all. Carefully you sat up, adjusting Poe’s jacket around you once more as you placed those logs with the rest before you skimmed through a few more, an eyebrow suddenly being raised to a new one that seemed to have been added. Did Poe add on to these before he left or did someone else put them in with yours? Nobody else knew about these, or at least you had hoped so. Poe said he was the only one who currently knew about you having the extra set of flight logs. You couldn’t help but hum as your eyes scanned over the page within your hand; It was recently dated, maybe about a week or two back. If that was the case, then this was from Poe’s current mission and your eyes couldn’t help but widen as you read the log over, your eyes glued to the page.

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“We’ll be home soon pal, I promise.” Poe spoke to the orange and white droid as they beeped dejectedly. This mission was a long one not only on Poe, but on his droid as well. BB-8 was so over this mission already; After damn near almost being shot, falling off a cliff, almost being stepped on. This droid was over it and he beeped a few more times at Poe to voice his opinion.

“I know bud- I wanna be home too. I’m sure (Y/N) wants us home too.” Poe spoke as he glanced at the console of his ship, humming lowly as he glanced back at BB-8; The two were in hyperspace once more, the various hues of blue flashing past them.

“Hey BB-8, I wanna ask you something.” Poe started, to which the droid’s attention was now put on him as he beeped.

“I.. Was thinking.. When this whole crazy war is over.. I wanna ask (Y/N) to marry me. You think they’d agree?” Poe said, awaiting for the droid’s answer as he moved his hand up to the ring around his neck. He felt like (Y/N) was the one; I mean, after three years of dating how could he not get that feeling? He felt as though his mom would be proud of his decision and (Y/N) had met his father, who welcomed her with open arms and loved her to bits. It was probably very stupid to ask, but Poe wanted to see what BB-8 would say; The droid was one of his best friend’s after all. After a few moments, BB-8 beeped his response.

“Yeah, I think they’ll agree too. I just wanted to hear what you thought about it.” Poe laughed as the droid beeped at him; He wanted this war to be over with already. He wanted to settle down with (Y/N) so they could start their little family and just live in the whole ‘Happily ever after’ kind of life. He knew it was probably stupid to think of, but he wanted his own little family. Whether you wanted kids or not he didn’t know, but he hoped that by the time this war was over you’d maybe want one or two. He couldn’t help another laugh that escaped him as BB-8 beeped once more.

“You want a mom that bad, buddy? Isn’t she already your mom since we’re dating?” He joked with the droid, watching as they exited hyperspace. The droid beeped at him, saying that she was but it wasn’t an official thing yet. He just laughed away at the droid before he began to calm himself down.

“Alright, we’ll see how it goes then.” He told the droid as they flew to their destined planet.

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Poe wanted to marry you. He said it, and it was right in front of you and your heart was beating so fast. You couldn’t help the tears that began to fill your eyes once more as you held the piece of paper close to your chest, sniffling a bit as you looked up at the starry sky. Poe Dameron, the greatest pilot in the Resistance and the man that won your heart, wanted to marry you. You couldn’t have been happier. You took a few deep breaths and removed the paper from your chest before you collected your logs and put them back in order. It was as you were cleaning up that you heard the hum of an x-wing; It’s engine growing louder as it drew closer to your position. You looked up and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you took note of the very familiar colors of black and orange. Poe was home.

Quickly you made your way down from where you sat and ran over to the X-wing as it landed, Poe making his way out. It wasn’t long before he heard your shoes colliding with the ground and he quickly turned to watch you, opening his arms for you as you all but jumped into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, laughing a bit as he kept you close. Carefully he put you back down on the ground as he kept you close to his chest, humming as he pressed a few quick kisses to your head.

“Kriff, I missed you, baby..” Poe spoke, pulling away to look at you and blinked when he noticed you wearing his jacket. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I see you’re comfy yet again.” He teased, to which you blushed and punched his arm. You looked down as you felt something collide with your leg and smiled as you watched BB-8 look up at you, beeping happily now that he was home.

“Welcome back, BB-8. I’ve missed you too bud.” You spoke with a small laugh, turning to kneel down and rub at his belly, carefully pressing your forehead against the droid’s head. Poe couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, love flooding through his veins as he watched. You loved his droid, you loved him, you loved his crazy stunts and plans; And he loved you just as much.

Once you were done giving the droid it’s much needed attention, you got to your feet once more and turned to Poe, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“So.. I was reading through the logs while you were gone, if you haven’t noticed why I’m up at this ungodly hour.” You started, watching as Poe gave a small nod, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close to him.

“I figured as much, but please. Continue.” He spoke, moving his head down to occasionally kiss at your cheeks, your nose, or your forehead. You couldn’t help but smile as he showered you in kisses that were desperately needed.

“I came across one.. A recent one. And the answer is yes.” You spoke, watching as the man tensed before he pulled away to look at you with wide eyes. He knew what you were answering, but he didn’t know how you knew.

“I.. You..” He started, to which you gave a chuckle and pecked his lips.

“I’ll gladly marry you, Poe Dameron.” You grinned, to which the pilot couldn’t help but laugh and pull you into a kiss, one you gladly returned. He moved his hands up to place them on your cheeks, his eyes shut as he just focused all his attention on you.

He had his answer now, he now knows what you would say, and he couldn’t have been happier with your decision to marry him.

#Star Wars #Poe Dameron x Reader #Poe Dameron Imagine #Poe Dameron Headcanon #The Force Awakens #The Last Jedi #The Rise Of Skywalker #Oscar Isaac #Oscar Isaac x Reader

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fyregrayfong · 3 years

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In These Arms | Chapter 8 : Beifong Sister Showdown

Summary:

“Yeah, I asked her to talk to Lin because I thought it would help her snap out of whatever funk she was in….” Korra explains but you interrupt her “Seems to me you’re meddling into family affairs that aren’t yours to meddle in.”

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“What I did?! I’ve apologized. Lin’s the one holding grudges.” Su scoffs and folds her arms

“You haven’t apologized. Take some responsibility for what your bending did and fix your relationship with your sister, Su!”

Notes:

The Beifong Sister Showdown is finally here. Hope you enjoy.

Lin stirs as she wakes up causing you to turn your head up from under a pillow, squinting your eyes as you give her a soft sleepy smile “Morning beautiful” you unwind your legs from hers. “Ugh shut up, I’m a mess,” she mutters as she lets go of your hand and brings her arm away from your middle as she sits up a bit and rubs her face. You sit up and give her shoulder a quick peck, “You’re not but I’m here through it all. The good and not so good” you whisper as you wrap your arms around her and let Lin lean back against you as she lays her head back. Giving her temple a kiss before Lin pushes herself away from you. You slide your arms away and start getting out of bed. “I should head out and get ready for breakfast” you slip on your boots when you hear Lin groan out loudly holding onto her side and quickly sit back down on the bed. “Lin? Honey What’s wrong” you rush to her side.

“I’m fine, It’s probably that pea tendril from dinner” Lin waves her hand dismissing your concerns, grunting through her teeth.

You sit beside her and rub her back making your way up to her neck “maybe, but honey, you’re stiff. I’m sure this whole situation with Zaheer mixed with the whole meeting the family has you stressed out. How about we drink some tea for your stomach and take a stroll around the grounds” you rub the back of her neck as you look at her. Some of the tension eases from her body as she closes her eyes. “You go. Show up to breakfast and I’ll go on the walk. I could use some time alone” she opens her eyes and looks at you as she puts her hand on your knee.

“Yeah, sure whatever you need.” Lin nods and you softly kiss her lips then bring her hand up to kiss her knuckles “I’ll see you later” you whisper, getting up and slipping out of her guest house and heading to yours.

She’s going to need to talk this out eventually. Bottling up her emotions isn’t going to do her much good, especially now after that little blowout. You think to yourself as you look at yourself in the mirror after showering and changing into your clothes. Once finished you head on out of your room and go to the dining room.

“Morning, y/n” Su’s voice greets you as she sits down at the head of the table “I was looking for you, but you weren’t in your room” she looks up at you as she grabs her utensils.

You smile and nod “You must’ve caught me when I was out on my morning jog and meditation” you look down finding a seat at the table beside her.

“You meditate?”

“Yeah, helps with stress from work. Tenzin recommended it actually” you grab your cup and take a sip as the rest of Team Avatar walk in and settle down at the table, Korra taking a seat beside you.

“How is Tenzin by the way?” Su looks over in your direction as you swallow a piece of fruit.

“He’s good. Ecstatic with the sudden appearance of new airbenders. He’s with Bumi at the Northern Air Temple training them. Oh! Bumi is also an airbender now too!”

“Bumi? Tenzin and Kya’s brother? That’s amazing! I’m sure Uncle Aang would be thrilled” Su comments and you nod agreeing.

“Hey, has anyone seen Chief Beifong?” Mako asks around the room and you look around while Korra scrapes a bit of food onto her spoon, “She's probably off sulking in her room”. You bring your cup up to your face to hide you rolling your eyes. “I know she has a problem with me, but she had no right to yell at Opal last night.”

“She yelled at Opal?” you put your best concerned voice.

“Hey, I was just trying to help!” Korra glares at you dropping her spoon down on her plate,

“Korra I get the sentiment. I meddle too-- as much as I hate to admit it--but it’s not our place to fix this. This is between Lin and Su” you look back at her before turning your attention back to your breakfast. A silence settles in the room as Korra leans over at you, whispering

“You know what happened to them?”

You side eye her and sigh settling your fork down on your plate “No, and it’s not my business to know. And it’s not yours either”

“But—”

Running footsteps are heard, catching everyone’s attention as Wei and Wing run up to the table - Wing grabs some fruit from the basket on the table.

“All set for your power disc game today, boys?” Su greets her sons turning away from the previous conversation. Wei nudges his brother’s hip, shoving him aside as he grabs some fruit as well. “Yeah, all set to kick Wei's butt.” Wei is about to take a bite from his orange but Wing nudges his arm, causing him to throw the fruit by accident and Wing catches it. “I'm going to power disc your face!” Wing is about to chew on the apple when Wei punches him in the stomach, making Wing’s face turn red. After a second or two, Wing swallows the bite he took and turns to you, “ready y/n?!” you give him a nod and push your plate aside not feeling breakfast anymore. While Wei turns to Korra “You should come play with us.”

“Oh, I don't think I'd be much competition since I can't metalbend.” Korra looks down at her plate slightly embarrassed.

Su looks at her raising her eyebrows in surprise “Really? Lin never offered to train you?”

“Nope, and I guess I never thought to bring it up because I was learning to airbend, then there was the pro-bending, then I got tied up fighting the Equalists. It was a busy few months.”

You’re getting out of your chair when Su turns to you “y/n how come you didn’t offer to train Korra?” and you rub the back of your head “Same reasons Korra stated, we’ve all been too busy fighting bad guys. Quite frankly it slipped my mind and Korra never asked...”

Su gives a sly smile “Well, it's probably for the best. I'm sure Lin would be a horrible teacher.”

Su and Korra chuckle as you ball your fists as you shove the chair under the table “I’ll agree that Lin probably doesn’t have the patience but I know first-hand that she’s a great metalbending teacher” you look at Su, but she brushes you off turning her attention back to Korra “You should have mastery over all the elements. I'd be happy to show you the basics.”

“Really? That would be great.” Korra looks at Su excitedly. Opal turns to Bolin “You should try it too”

Bolin’s eyes widen and he stops chewing, you both share a glance as you both remember the last time he tried with you. “Uh, nah, I'm more of an Earth guy. The dirt, rocks, you know, maybe some light gravel- That's kind of where my heart is.”

Su smiles at Bolin “Okay, Earth guy. Well, let me know if you change your mind.”

Su's metal necklace suddenly floats up and the sound of buzzing can be heard in the background. The metallic silver tableware on the counter starts to vibrate and shake. The spoon in Bolin's mouth trembles as well and it flies out of his mouth along with all the metal objects on the table. You bend your metal sleeves off and duck under the table before you get dragged and get sucked onto a metal suit of samurai-like armor that has just waddled into the room.

The person in the suit lifts the armor’s faceplate, revealing Varrick “It worked! Zhu Li, mark It down.” Everyone slowly peeks out from under the table to look at Varrick “Magnet suit test successful. Power down”.

Zhu Li appears tugging out a metal cable and the buzzing noise stops causing all the metal objects to fall to the floor.

“On to phase two—Zhu Li cleans up this mess”

You shake your head as you walk over and search for your sleeves and wave the twins over “Let’s go.”

“Alright!” the twins exclaim and wave goodbye to their mom and run out the dining room “Race you to the arena!” and you smile chasing after them.

You grunt as you jump up to deflect the metal disc with a kick of your own causing the disk to gracefully curve around one of the columns and fly straight in the goal around Wei. The buzzer goes off as you and Wing jump up in celebration “Woohoo, down goes Wei!”

“Sorry bro, y/n got you there” Wing smirks and jumps down nudging his brother. Wei groans and pounds his fist on the wall “One more round”. You laugh and shake your head “No way we’ve been at this for two hours. I need a break.”

“Fine, but this isn’t over! I want a rematch” Wei points his finger at you while Wing shoves him and laughs “Chill bro” then turns to you “You’ve gotten better at power disc than the last time. So I guess Republic City is treating you nice?”

“It’s really been whipping me to shape bending wise.”

“Do you regret leaving Zaofu?” Wei asks as he folds arms,

You shake your head and smile “Not at all, it was the best choice I’ve ever made” you think about Lin and smile more.

“Well we miss you here. No one wants to play power disc with us.” Wing frowns folding his arms just like his brother. “Probably because you keep beating them up. At least you have each other, forever partners. I miss you all too. You guys sure have grown a lot in the year or so I’ve been gone” you smile and ruffle their hair affectionately as they shove your arms away and laugh.

“Alright alright. I should go get a snack or something” you lift yourself out of the arena and wave goodbye to the twins before heading to the dining room and grabbing two apples. You take a bite out of one as you walk around the grounds and notice Lin walking, holding onto her side as she takes a seat on a slab of metal. You look around and head over “Hey there chief, I got you an apple if you’re hungry” you offer her the other fruit and she takes it. She pulls out a small business card and you look over “What’s that?” you muffle around another bite of your apple.

“Aiwei recommended that I go see an acupuncturist. Apparently he’s the best in town and can help my ‘Problem’ ”. She rolls her eyes and tucks the card back into her pocket as she takes a bite.

“I’ve never been to one, but if Aiwei recommends it then it’s worth a shot. Might help and there’s no harm in trying it out… It might help relieve some of that blocked stress” you take a seat next to her, continuing to eat as Lin looks conflicted and lost in thought.

“I can come with you if you want and show you the place. I was planning on going into town anyway to check out the marketplaces. I can browse while you have your session.” You get up and offer your hand to her smiling,

Lin looks at you as she takes a bite of her fruit before taking your hand to get up. “Alright, show me the way” she rolls her eyes and groans.

You’re browsing the market and found a nice looking shoulder pouch examining it before deciding to buy it “That looks great on you, sweetheart” a voice calls out from behind you that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up “Iris...” you look at the merchant as you hand him the money for the bag. Then point at the beef jerky asking for a couple of pieces before Iris talks again

“I thought you looked good before...I see the Republic really got you in better shape?” she says in her sultry voice you can sense she’s smirking. Closing your eyes as you exhale deeply before turning around and fake a smile “Iris, didn’t expect to see you here. Figured you’d be working”

“Nope, have the day off actually” She rests her hand on her hip

“That’s…. nice well don’t let me stop you from your day. Bye” you wave and walk away after paying the merchant for jerky for Naga and Pabu. Iris places her hand on your bicep as she looks at you “Wait, we can at least be civil around each other, can’t we?”, her eyelashes fluttering and you step back “ I can. I’m not too sure youcan.”

“Whatever do you mean, sweetie” Iris gives you her innocent smile as y ou roll your eyes and sigh “Oh I think you know perfectly what I mean. I should really go. Bye, Iris”

Walking away a couple of streets putting the treats in the shoulder pouch tugging it on you as you walk away from Iris not looking back. Don’t let her ruin your mood. You can’t keep letting her have power over you. Stop you’re better without her. You have Lin. Lin is your present and future. Iris was your past, keep her there. Stopping at another shop you saw similar balls like the one Naga was playing with. You debated on whether or not to buy a new ball to replace the one Lin popped but decided that Lin should do that. She broke it after all . You start heading back cautious to not run into Iris and head back to the acupuncturist office when you find Lin stumbling out, “Lin? What happened?” you rush to her side “Help me back to the house” she groans as you put her arm around your shoulder and help walk her back to the estate. Opening the door, you sit her down carefully on a chair. You toss the pouch aside as you kneel in front of Lin placing your hand on her forehead as you check on her “Baby what happened? I thought it was supposed to help...” your voice filled with concern as you run your palms up and down her arms,

“It didn’t. I feel worse than before” she groans out through the pain, moving her arm to hold onto her side. You stand up quickly “I’ll go make you some tea from the kitchen, It could help…I’ll be right back” you kiss her temple and rush out the door, dashing to the kitchen.

By the time you come back holding the mug of hot tea you find Korra standing in the middle of the living area instead of Lin, “Where’s Lin?” you walk past Korra and set the cup down on the table. “I don’t know I was just coming to talk to her about last night when she just stumbled out and left”.

You sigh rubbing your temple “Korra, why?”

“Why should Lin stay in her room feeling sorry for herself all day?”

“If that’s what Lin wants to do with her day then let her. That’s her choice, Korra! Why are you interfering again?” you snap at her,

“She should still apologize to Opal!” she snaps back.

“Yeah, she should, but you barging in here isn’t going to help her do it!” you raise your voice

“Why the hell are you here anyway, y/n?” Korra huffs as she folds her arms.

“I was making tea for… myself when I noticed the door open and thought something was wrong.” You calm yourself down as you pick the cup up and take a sip to keep the ruse up.

“I don’t know where Lin went. Should we go looking for her?” Korra looks concerned as she glances out the door and you follow her gaze and sigh shaking your head. “No, if she left because of your little talk then it’s best not to put her in that situation again. She’ll be back when she’s ready” you put your hand on Korra’s back, walking the both of you out the room and out onto the grounds. “Hey y/n….I’ve been meaning to ask”

Your ears perk up as you take another sip of the tea “About?”

“How come you never told us about your involvement with Zaofu. In fact I don’t really know all that much about you.” Korra looks over at you and you smirk letting a laugh out “I was never hiding it. We were busy saving the world and I guess... you just never asked.” Korra smiled and laughed, rubbing her neck “Yeah, I guess that’s true… want to tell me about yourself now? Since we got the time”.

“Sure, but let’s wait until tonight. We can call Team Avatar and talk all about me around a bonfire.” You smile as you pat her back before dropping your hand down.

“That sounds like a plan. We’ll see you tonight. I gotta meet up with Su anyways. She’s going to give me my first lesson in metalbending” Korra balls her fists excitedly and you nod “Good luck, Avatar” you tip your cup towards her as she leaves and since Lin disappeared, maybe it’s best to check up on Opal.

Gently knocking on the door you hear a muffled noise and enter, “Hey...Opal. It’s y/n” you step in, softly closing the door. Opal is sitting by her window as she tries to read a book “Hey, y/n” she says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Mind if I join you. Maybe we can talk for a bit?” you stand by the door.

“So I guess everyone has heard about last night” Opal sighs but gives you a nod to join her. Walking over you settle your cup beside you as you sit down across from her and look out the window “Oh wow, I’d almost forgotten the view you have from your room” you smile softly then look over at Opal, noticing doesn’t look her usual self. “Copper piece for your thoughts?” you cross your feet sitting in a bermese position as you rest your hands on your thighs. “You’ve had time to get to know Aunt Lin….Is she always that... bitter?” Opal bites her lip as she fights the tears. You purse your lips as you look out the window remembering Korra’s words and control your emotions as you think of what to say, “Your aunt can be...abrasive. She’s complicated but she isn’t bitter.”

You reach over and take her hand in yours to give her a comforting squeeze “It doesn’t take a genius to know that your aunt is having a...difficult time being here. But that doesn’t excuse the way she spoke to you last night. You did nothing wrong, Opal. Quite the opposite actually, you’re a bright and loving young woman who just wants her family united and happy, right?” you reassured her softly as she nodded “Yeah, is that so wrong to want to know her and for her to get to know me?” her eyes watering as some tears run down her cheek and you reach up and softly brush them off as you talk softly “Of course not, honey. You should know her. She really is incredible.” you smile softly as you tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as you keep talking “Unfortunately your aunt can be..stubborn, but be patient.” you give her hand a light squeeze taking a moment to let the emotions settle before you start to get up. You grab your cup to head out but Opal stops you sitting back down “Mom never told me what happened between her and Aunt Lin. Do you know?” she finally looks up at you and you frown a bit, shaking your head.

“No, I really don’t. I tried asking your aunt about it, but she’s keeping her lips sealed. I haven’t really talked about it with your mom.” you rub the back of your neck “As much as we would love to know what happened so we can fix it for them and it can be all sunshine and rainbows...” you use your fingers as sparklers and put on a funny face to make Opal smile before frowning again “...we can’t, only they can do that. It’s between your mom and aunt.”

“That’s dumb. They’re sisters they should want to be together” Opal huffs folding her arms,

“Yeah you would think that” you chuckle. Looking up you notice Mako and Asami walking around in the grounds together “Want to come out from your room and head out for a walk?” you run your hand through her hair to calm her down something you did when she was little, but Opal shakes her head “Maybe in a bit. I should freshen up. Wouldn’t want Bolin to see me like this” she blushes lightly.

“Right” you smile, unfolding your legs and standing up then picking up the cup of tea that has now gotten cold. “Hey y/n?” Opal spoke softly as she got up.

“Yeah, Opal?” you looked back at her and get surprised by Opal hugging you tight “Thanks”

“Anytime” you smile and hug her back before pulling away and rub her cheek before heading out of the room.

Catching up to Mako and Asami, you join them in touring the grounds when Asami turns to the both of you “Any idea on why Beifong is acting so weird with her sister?”

“Your guess is better than mine” Mako responds and you nod agreeing “Probably sibling stuff.”

“Wish I could relate” Asami frowns,

“Oh…right…” you look at Asami

“It’s probably a fight. Siblings fight…a lot” Mako shrugs as he kicks a rock.

“Yeah, it’s not really normal unless there’s a fight or two” you joke and Mako laughs along.

“Yeah, but for them to not talk for 30 years. That must have been one hell of a fight” Asami stops walking and looks at the both of you, and you and Mako share a glance before returning your gazes back to Asami and shrug. “It’s between Lin and Su” Mako points out and you agree “Yeah, not our problem, best not to get involved. We might mess it up further.” You motion the group to keep walking when the three of you notice the Beifong family running over to the pavilion “What’s happening?” you turn your attention in that direction and a large sheet of metal goes flying across the garden in your direction. Mako and Asami duck out of the way while you bend it aside. “That doesn’t look good” Asami gets up as she looks at you

”Come on, let’s check it out” Mako says, and you start sprinting over to the scene.

You push through the crowd and make way over to Korra and Bolin, “What the flameo happened?”

“I don’t know, Su was teaching me metalbending when Lin came out of nowhere and threw the meteorites off their podiums” Korra tries to explain while Bolin is transfixed on the showdown “Yeah I think Lin is mad about something”

“Really, I thought she was happy” you deadpanned

“happy about what?” Bolin looks at you and you give him a glare “Oh…that was sarcasm. You know you can’t do that with me, y/n” he turns back to the sisters and you see Lin stomp her foot, sending a chunk of earth at Su who lifts her hand up and smashes it against her fists. Su earthbends a trail of rock toward Lin, disrupting the metal plate Lin is standing on and causing various meteorites to fall off the podiums surrounding the pavilion. Su also sends three meteorite chunks at her sister - Lin is thrown backwards, the rocks hitting her chest, and rolls out of the way before standing up and running toward Su. The Chief punches the ground to send a series of earth columns at her sister but Su lifts a metal plate up from the ground to shield herself. She then chucks the metal plate at Lin but the older woman jumps over it and lands on the ground. Lin proceeds to bend small pieces of earth, sending them at Su who dodges from side to side.

“Should I stop them? Korra looks at the sisters as she leans over to Bolin,

“You don’t have any siblings. Fighting is all part of the healing process.” Bolin doesn’t tear his eyes from the scene, and you nod “Lin and Su? yeah, it’s best not to interfere, unless they start to actually kill each other” you say as Korra gives you a wide eyed look before looking back at the fight.

Su cartwheels and a wall of earth chases after her. Su’s family watches the scene and Wei hollers at her - “Go, Mom!” you frown at his encouragement and shake your head.

Su spins around in a circle and dodges a rectangular piece of earth as she runs off to the side. Lin stomps the ground and metalbends Huan's Harmonic Convergence sculpture at Su who catches it just in time with her own bending and sends it crashing into a wall. Huan runs over to his sculpture in distress to assess it while you focus back on Lin.

Su earthbends three metal plates from the ground and directs them at her sister who punches the first two away but is hit by the last. Lin grabs the plate and tosses it behind her. The Chief proceeds to chuck more rocks at Su who continues to duck and weave around. Lin earthbends a sizable chunk of earth, throwing it at Su who metalbends the wall behind her around herself in a protective circle. She bends the other part of the wall and slams it into Lin who is thrown back into the pavilion her nephews and brother-in-law are standing on. Korra, Bolin, and you run over to the pavilion getting closer to the scene. Lin looks visibly exhausted and pants for a while before frowning. “Okay, nice spar match, but this has gone far enough you two” you look at Su and watch as she walks across the bridge towards the pavilion “You got it out of your system?” looking down at her older sister.

Lin grunts strains herself to get up and seethes “Not quite yet!”

Lin bends the stairs in front of you and you step back not getting taken with it and hovers them over her head. In response, Su earthbends a huge boulder above her own head too. They run towards each other when Opal jumps in between them and lands in the middle of the two women, airbending both chunks of rocks away, “What are you two doing?! You're sisters! Why would you want to hurt each other?” she raises her voice at both women.

Su pants for a bit before looking to the side sadly, disappointed and embarrassed with herself. Lin pants trying to catch her breath, but suddenly her eyes start to roll backwards, and she begins to fall back. Your eyes widen and you sprint over watching Lin fall in slow motion down to the ground. You slide in time to catch her body with Korra following behind kneeling on either side. Letting Lin rest against you as you hold her up while you run the back of your hand against her forehead then cheek “Lin?” you call out at her.

“What happened?” Korra checks Lin and bends some water from the nearby river to heal her head. “She fainted” you check her head as Su, and Opal kneel down nearby but give Lin space for air. I need to tell them about the acupuncture . You turn over to look at Su, “She visited an acupuncturist earlier today, Ai-wei recommended it to her.” You look back at Lin, your eyes wandering around her face then down her body “She probably went back to finish a session. She shouldn’t have fought, It’s probable she drained all her energy.” Your eyes fill with concern as you start putting your arm under her knees and shoulders to carry her in your arms.

“I can take her,” Korra stands up with you and you quickly refuse as you start carrying her out of the pavilion, “I got it, get that acupuncturist to make a house visit. Maybe he can explain more or recommend anything we can do to help'' You look at Korra and Su before continuing to Lin’s room. Looking down along the way with worried eyes and seeing Lin in your arms you whisper, “Please be okay, Lin”.

Using your elbow to open the door you rush and bend the bedroom door open to take Lin to bed. Laying her down and you start taking her boots off then rush to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and dampen it. Sitting down beside her you gently wipe her forehead. You lean down and softly kiss her forehead gently resting yours against hers “Wake up darling”. You quickly sit up and scoot back as you hear the sound of rushed feet running into the guesthouse. You turn back to see Su and the acupuncturist walk inside. You stand up and step back to let the doctor assess Lin, falling in beside Su and crossing your arms “I feared this would happen. I warned her that it was best for her to take it easy for a little while. A session can take a lot out of you, especially with how powerfully blocked her chi was” he spoke softly as he looks over her unconscious form. “The only thing we can do is let her rest and wait until she wakes up. That will be best, not sure how long she’ll be sleeping” he stands up and looks at the both of you, nodding in understanding at the doctors suggestions. He heads towards the door “Oh, it’s usually best to wait 6-8 hours after treatment before taking a bath or shower, because it takes time for the skin to seal completely after the needles are removed”

You nod. “Thank you, doctor” Su walks the acupuncturist out before coming back “Can you help me?”

She rolls her sleeves up as she walks over to her sister “Um, what?” you raise your eyebrow

“You heard the doctor; she needs to be comfortable. I figured we give her a bath and change her out of these clothes”

“Wait... me?!”

“I’m not going to ask Opal. She shouldn’t have to see her Aunt like this”

I need to act weirded out by this. I mean it is pretty weird to undress your girlfriend in front of her sister. “So it’s okay for me?” you point a finger at yourself.

“We all have the same parts. It’s nothing to be ashamed or scared of” Su shrugs and tries to tug you over towards the bed

“I’m not scared and I’m not helping you undress your sister, plus - Were you not listening to the acupuncturist? You have to wait 6-8 hours. Just let her rest.”

“Ok, but if she hasn’t woken up then we can do all that.”

“Fine, I’ll help but only once the 6-8 hours are up”

“Fine” she smooths out her sleeves and she gets up from beside Lin,

“Plus, I think it’s best we talk, Su....”

“About?”

“--not here, let’s go to your study” you look at Su and nod towards the door to leave Lin alone, walking over to the mansion and heading to the office study.

You close the door behind you and sigh before turning around “Listen, I get that siblings fight. I’ve had fights with my sisters too, but you were deliberately trying to hurt Lin. Don’t try to talk your way out of it. I’m familiar with your fighting techniques.”

Su takes a seat down on the couch and pours herself a glass of wine.

“You brought me to the study to talk about the fight?” you plop down on the couch across from her,

“Yeah, Lin can’t talk right now so maybe you need to talk about those wounds that may have opened up”

“Wounds? Like the scars on your arm? I don’t have any. Didn’t you get yours from your sister?” she deflects,

“No? What!?! —for the last time my sister didn’t burn me!” you groan, aggravated over having to explain it again “Ok yes, my sisters and I would fight but we never would physically harm one another. We love each other too much to let it get that far and do harm. Who would do such a thing to their own sister, Su” you look at her and notice Su’s whole demeanor changes when her eyes widen a bit and her body stiffens, looking away nervously as she takes a sip of wine.

“What was that?” you lean forward studying her sudden change and point at her posture,

“What was what?” she acts innocently crossing her legs.

“Don’t act coy with me, Su - You’re whole body language changed”

“Don’t play detective with me, y/n” she snaps as she rolls her eyes, uncrossing her legs and stands up walking around the couch.

“All I said was that sisters should never physically harm one another and then you went rigid and….” your mind races back when Lin was explaining the story of the scar ‘ I rammed into the car with my metal cables and saw Su- the perp step out the car’

“...no” your eyes widen when you come to a realization “....Su tell me you didn’t” you rub your temple for a while before you look up at Su “You…it was you wasn’t it?”

“Me? What did I do?” Su tries to deflect your accusations as she faces away from you.

“Quit the act and answer the question, Su!”

“It wasn’t a question… more like an accusation” She looks away as she walks toward her desk.

“Are you the one who put the scars on Lin’s cheek?” You put your hands down lacing them together as you watch her stop walking, standing completely still looking down at the calendar to steady herself. She doesn’t respond but looks up and walks towards the window and rubs her arms.

Your mind going a mile a minute analyzing the little information Lin told you about the scar and Su’s body language and reading between the lines. You head shaking in disbelief

“…. it all makes sense. The 30 years of estrangement, why Lin acts the way she does towards you.”

“It wasn’t all because of that”

“There’s more?!” you scoff

“You said you wouldn’t meddle so why now” She huffs turning to face you as she folds her arm

“Because no one here seems to have Lin’s back!” you throw your hands in the air as you outburst pushing yourself up from the couch to face her.

“Lin’s back? My family and I have been nothing but welcoming. Why would anyone need to have her back” Su is taken back by your sudden outburst.

“At that spar - it’s clear that everyone had yours. The twins cheering you on. I know Korra would’ve had your back as well, but she and the rest of the family were too busy worrying about whether or not to interfere. NO one had Lin’s.” you drew your arm in front of you.

“Lin doesn’t need defending. Especially not from you, y/n. What a year or two with my sister and suddenly you're having her back? Taking her side. What about me or are you disregarding all the years you've lived with my family?” Su walks up and points at you getting upset.

“Su, this has nothing to do with your family. This isn't about taking sides or defending...” you groan out then sigh trying to control your emotions “I’m just looking at both sides, the whole picture. One of the things you like and hate about me is my honesty. I tend to keep my opinions to myself, except when I know something is wrong. This is wrong....Lin fainted, Su.” Su lowers her hand and softens.

You lower your voice softening to with a slight ping of hurt in your voice “Why’d you do it? Why’d you give her that scar” you look down staring at the ornament on the coffee table,

“It wasn’t on purpose...” a hint of guilt shows in the younger Beifong sister’s tone of voice.

“Then how’d it happen. Explain to me what happened?” you start questioning her like some delinquent in an interrogation room,

“Lin didn’t tell you?” Su says exasperatedly.

“No, she refused to tell me who caused it when I asked. All she said was it was a robbery gone wrong.” a sigh escapes as you run a hand though your hair.

“Figured she would have talked shit about me” she folded her arms as she leaned against her desk.

You look up at Su as you rub your cheek “Well you figured wrong. After all this time she is still looking after you, protecting you. She’d rather hide the fact that it was her own sister that caused the scar on her cheek. For what?! Because you got mad? Lost your temper for a second?”

“I—" Su tries to talk but you quickly interrupt her standing as you approach her. You try not to sound biased and show Su how angry you are about the words she gave Korra about Lin. Su's right. You're never gonna change. You're always going to be a bitter, lonely woman. You can still hear Korra’s voice ringing in your head as you think back to it and you close your eyes. Turning away from Su so she can’t notice how tense you’re feeling gripping the headrest of the couch.

“You might have processed and moved on from that whole situation, but obviously Lin hasn’t!” you exasperated pointing in the general direction Lin is turning back to walk towards Su “It’s pretty easy to move on when you don’t have the visual daily reminder covering a large portion of your right cheek.” You motion two fingers down your face as you look at her before you soften up and lean against the desk. Putting your hands on the edge you carry on “Imagine having to wake up every morning and the first thing you notice in the mirror is that scar on your face? Having to pass by any reflective surface, avoid the glances, stares, murmured comments” you step slowly toward Su “I’m sure Lin had to endure all that for the past 30 years and she’ll continue having to get used to it for the rest of her life, all because of what her sister, her own flesh and blood did.”

“What I did?! I’ve apologized. Lin’s the one holding grudges.” Su scoffs and folds her arms

“You haven’t apologized. Take some responsibility for what your bending did and fix your relationship with your sister, Su!”

“I told you I tried. Lin refused”

“Well shit - try again! Just because you invited her once or however many times you did to talk doesn’t mean you should stop, that it’s done. That shouldn’t have given you the satisfaction that you’ve done everything you could have. YOU caused this so YOU should put more of an effort into getting your sister back. Instead of trying to get a rise out of her, have an actual conversation and listen to what she has to say.” You take a breath before stepping out to the window and look out “Don’t you think maybe she hasn’t reached back to you because she’s protecting herself from getting hurt again.” Su looks over at you then looks down biting her lip listening to your talk “You doing all these witty backhanded comments isn’t helping you at all win Lin back. You say you want her back in your life. Show her don’t just keep saying it. She responds better with action rather than words.” you finish your little rant as you look out the window then back down.

Su stays quiet as she takes in your words “…how’d you get so wise to the point where you’re giving me family advice?”

“Well look how the tables have turned” you smirk turning around to face the younger Beifong sister.

“You’re always standing up for people. I remember you standing up to Kuvira after her and Opal had a fight” Su reminices and smiles softly - you look up at her and return the smile.

“It’s something I’ve always done. I guess I chose the right vocation. After all, I am a detective. I’m pretty good at reading people, and I know how important family is to you.” you take a moment before adding more “I just want what’s best for the family, you have all welcomed and accepted me in your home. Your family has become important to me - I want you to have that connection with Lin as well.” You walk over and lean against the desk and lace your fingers together, rubbing your palm with your fingers before looking out the door of the study as you think.

“I’ll give you some space to gather your thoughts. I’m going to check up on the rest of the family. I’m sorry if I came across as harsh. I just hope while Lin rests you take the time to really reflect on the 30 years you’ve missed with her. And if you’re ready to miss 30 more, I at least hope that spar ended this war between you two and you both can move forward.” You stand up as you walk towards the door before stopping and turning back around at Su “That’s the whole point about progression? Keep moving forward.” You give Su a soft smile before she walks up to you and suddenly gives you a hug. You’re surprised but you return it tightly,

“I love you, Su.”

“I love you too, y/n. thank you…for everything”

You pull back and give her a smile before leaving the house.

Korra stops you as you’re walking out going back to your room “y/n, hey how’s Beifong?”

“She’s out cold. Doctor says she just needs to rest. So I guess we wait until she wakes up. He’s not sure how long that’ll be” you step aside and keep walking “I know this is probably not the best time--”

“Then don’t” you rebuff her

“But I was wondering if you’re still up for that bonfire?”

You stop and look out in front of you sighing, before turning around to face Korra “The bonfire...that’s right….sure, I guess we could use a distraction while Lin rests. Gather everyone who's interested?” you ask her, and she nods before running off “Sure!”

You sigh and run your hand through your hair before heading to your room and closing the door behind you. Sitting down at your armchair you close your eyes and put a hand on your face.

This whole secret thing is getting harder than you thought. You allow some tears to fall from your eyes, you’re not sure why you’re tearing up. Lin is fine, she’s safe. She just needs to rest, sleep it off. You guess you’re frustrated for Lin, and how she lived for 30 years like this not seeing her sister. You rub your face and get yourself cleaned up, no reason to cry. You need to be a support system for Lin, even if she really has no one else, she has you now. You’ll make sure you’re enough for her.

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Types of INTP

As many of you may have noticed, INTPs come in different flavors. Some of my closest friends are INTPs, and I have noticed some differences between them that I have not spotted in other types (ENFPs seem more homogeneous to me, I know a bunch and they have basically the same values, outlooks on life and even similar (or the same) interests). In consequence, I have decided to classify my beloved INTP to see if we can understand this better (or even arrive to the conclusion that some of my friends are mistyped). After thinking for a while, I have decided to keep it simple and describe only two different types or INTPs. I know it’s not enough, but I don’t have all the information that I would need to make an accurate description of other subtypes of INTPs (I think there might be at least another one). Feel free to comment, add or correct anything you may find here. Let’s go.

INTP 1 - AKA Chill INTP :

Looks/vibes:

This INTP looks like the most carefree person alive. Seriously. They are often cute and definitely have their style. Why do they say that INTP have a horrible fashion sense, then? Well, it’s just that their style is not the conventional style. They can be obsessed with certain parts of their bodies (e.g. perfect nails) and completely neglect others. Or they can aspire to look in a certain way (kawaii, really kawaii) that could look inappropriate in someone their age. They don’t care. They dress as they want, ignoring other wishes and advice. And sometimes it works out.

In general, they look rather sociable and happy. Try approaching them and you may be surprised. Sometimes, Chill looks even dreamy and you can tell they are fantasizing about having a dragon pet or whatever.

Habitat:

They dwell in their rooms and when they go out, they wish they were on their room. This type of INTP has watched more than 50 TV shows this last year, and probably reads a lot of fanfic. Their room is their sanctuary and is often filled with the interests of the owner, packed with action figures, tech, their clothes or maybe some painting that they did years ago and didn’t want to throw out.

Personality and interests:

Chill INTP is curious. He/She/That thing over there is an INTP after all. They remind me of an ENFP (Ne here) because the way they talk about about their passions and dreams. To put it bluntly: they can’t talk about a single topic for more than five minutes before changing the subject to something different. They do this with a bubbly/excited look and act like everything is possible for them (but then they are “too lazy” for achieving said dreams) (this has literally been said by two of them so it’s not an insult).

This Chill INTP loves series, fanfics, memes and the Internet as a concept. They have mastered every single shortcut of their computer and act like it’s part of their bodies.

Although Chill INTP looks approachable, they hate small talk and are very shy and private. Above all, they have trouble initiating conversations. If you befriend them, though, they will open up and flood you with an unending stream of ideas.

Academics: Chill is smarter than the average person, but also lazier than the average person. What’s worse, they know that they are smart and sometimes (only with their closest friends) can brag about it. While it’s true that they are bright and have no trouble understanding complex topics (actually the more abstract, the better), they lack motivation and often procrastinate. Sometimes, usually in hight school exams, they are able to successfully wing it and get good grades with almost zero effort. They will still whine a bit after getting an 8 in some subject that they didn’t even read, though. However, this “luck” (talent, actually, it’s raw intelligence plus a little bit of rhetorics and an innocent look) doesn’t last forever.

In the end, no matter how academically talented Chill may be, after missing a thousand classes and studying for maybe ten seconds, Chill fails. Hard. Usually for the first time in University. But it’s not that they can’t do it, it’s just that they don’t want to put in the effort right now. Maybe later.

Personal opinion:

This INTP is reaaaally fun to hang out with (I’m an INTJ, maybe we click because of that). They are witty, punny and can cheer you up with their innocence or random remarks. In addition, they get sarcasm (THANK YOU) and are not afraid of saying something regarded as “insensitive” if it’s true. This Chill INTP can be a bit stubborn, and will not change their behavior even if they admit it’s damaging them.

Overall, they are nice and don’t ask for much attention.

P.S: Chill INTP is NOT chill all the time. They can have breakdowns where all of their frustration gets out and they can cry in disappointment because the are not living up to their own standards. The agony disappears after a while, and they come back to their laptop and keep scrolling with a smile on their faces.

INTP 2 - AKA NERDY INTP:

Looks/vibes:

Nerdy INTP does not care at all about how they look. It’s a practical question, not a fashion contest, and they are going to pick anything as long as it covers the parts of their body that can’t be publicly shown. The plainer, the better, this way they can combine anything in their wardrobes.

Also, this INTP does not look “chill” at all. It’s more like a quiet fragile serenity that could explode anytime. There is a difference there. Chill INTP is very comfortable anywhere, even in the midst of a crowd, they just do their own thing and ignore everyone. Nerdy INTP is watching over you, analyzing your patterns and thinking, always thinking. This INTP is full of anxiety and is shyer than chill INTP. And when they are looking at a wall they are either thinking hard about the wall itself (colour, texture, design) or totally lost inside some theory inside their mind. The thing is that you know that they are questioning things.

Habitat:

Their rooms, but with zero clutter. It’s not minimalism, it’s a prison cell with the occasional coffee machine. They have a laptop, books and a bed, but that’s all. This INTP lives in his head, not on Earth. That’s why they don’t mind going outside, but they do this to think elsewhere, not to be elsewhere. Their heads are a mystery, I would describe them if I could.

Personality and interests:

Nerdy is not merely curious, Nerdy is utterly obsessed with knowledge and the truth. This means that they can research a single topic for like 40 hours nonstop and speak about it too, getting deeper and deeper and finding internal contradictions between the different sources until you (random listener) can no longer know anything. But they really understand it, and it just comes easy for them. They can keep their concentration forever and ever until their body stops working and they get into a random nap. Then they jump to the topic again.

Nerdy likes talking about different subjects. Unlike Chill, once Nerdy chooses ONE topic, he will remain in that area until nothing more can be said (which is approximately never) or until the other person changes the topic. Nerdy also strongly prefers one to one conversations, while Chill can manage up to four/five people at the same time.

In short, Nerdy seems much more focused and driven than Chill, but they are not natural achievers (#goalz #checklists) like an INTJ. Instead, they seek pure knowledge for the sake of it, to deepen their understanding of the world. They don’t need to change it, they just think that it’s interesting to dive into the most obscure and complex topics and master them. Their thirst is not for power but for wisdom.

Nerdy is as Internet addicted as Chill but it’s easier to find them looking for papers than watching Netflix on their own. They have three or four series that they love but they are usually complex (picture high fantasy) and the things they read are not the cliché YA novels in which Chill tends to indulge more.

Academics:

If Nerdy has chosen a career that sparks his interests, he will do great in his knowledge field. At least, Nerdy will spend hours and hours reading about this topic and becoming an expert. They will understand EVERYTHING and create a sort of “mind map” in their minds (just a map, then) with concepts and their connections. Nerdy is a bit lazy too, but their curiosity and intellect alone if directed towards the adequate career can take them to the top (or at least they are not whining at the bottom as sometimes Chill does).

Even if both Chill and Nerdy feel incompetent, Chill actually puts 3/10 effort and ends up getting a 5. Nerdy studies a lot (maybe not the most important things, they will probably get lost in the interesting bits) and try to do their best. Even if their results are great, they will feel as if they had failed because they are too perfectionistic.

To sum up, they work harder and get more results than Chill, but also set higher standards for themselves, which leads them to often overexert themselves and have higher levels of anxiety. This is why they do nOT look so chill.

Personal opinion:

For me, Nerdy feels like a caffeinated, stronger, sharper version of Chill. Maybe a little more hopeless and cynic, maybe more concerned with astrophysics than the newest One Piece episode. If Chill was fun, Nerdy is a hundred times funnier. However, Nerdy is also incapable of small talk (Chill knows how to, he just doesn’t want to do it and tries to avoid it) and has more trouble meeting new people. This INTP is only capable of speaking logically, and will destroy you incoherent arguments in seconds (yeah, every conversation feels like a debate). If you show any weakness, they will show no mercy. This side of them can bore or get tiresome for the more dictatorial (Nerdy will call out your bullshit, authority means nothing), harmony loving (debates are just debates, no feelings involved) (however, if you think that disagreeing equals hating each other, you are so fucked here) or happy-go-lucky (”Don’t think and be happy”) types.

If you are not ready to do some mental exercise, then leave alone Nerdy and go back to Instagram. If you go, try to chatter with Nerdy and then disregard all his ideas/hypothesis/arguments and it gets upset, you are a mere asshole. I actually love Nerdy INTP and think that his brain should be protected as World Heritage.

Things both (I think all INTP) subtypes have in common:

Curiosity about the most random things.

They hate small talk and initiating conversations.

They are so much fun for an INTJ.

They can be very insensitive when talking to other people (not a big bother for an NT)

All energy is redirected to their heads, their bodies are nOT fully operative.

They are always up for: COFFEEE, films or going to a new restaurant.

People love them and they don’t want to admit it.

They feel different but never complain about it (and never flaunt it as a virtue).

They have meltdowns and they saw them coming.

They love the Internet.

Kinky. Very specific kinks and you can’t kinkshame them. It’s better to join them.

They look innocent, like sweet cinnamon rolls but they are not.

P.S:

Maybe these two types are not well described and some of you think that Chill is just more well, relaxed Nerdy. Or that Nerdy has more willpower than Chill. I don’t know. I honestly think that both have different manifestations of the INTP functions and they are true INTP regardless of their differences. I also think that both are fun, smart and can become great friends.

P.S2:

@intp-the-thinker @intpmd this is for both of you, feel free to abort this unborn theory/hypothesis.

#intp #intptypes #intj

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Top 10 Regular Show Episodes

Close Enough is Close! 2 more days and a show i’ve waited without hyperbole years for will finally land offically. While i’ve seen three episodes preelease, one because of a french film festival the other two because HBO made an oopsie, and it’s more than likely i’ll be seeing those episodes again thursday, it dosen’t make it any less special, as with an offical release comes the fandom finally becoming a thing and the ablility to watch the episodes over and over again.. on computer till HBO gets it’s shit together but still. IT’s a great time. And my hype for the show made me revisit it’s big brother: Regular Show. Created by what would happen if you condesned california into a person, JG Quintel, Regular Show, as you all damn well know but I like doing anyway so as rigby would say, STOP TALKING, was about two slackers and best bros: Laidback hipster and hurricane when it came to talking to women, Mordecai and Rigby a high strung, idiotic, impulsive, and frequently angry racoon who worked, when they absolutley had to, at a park. Joining them at the park were their coworkers and later closest friends: Benson, their constnatly angry boss who constnatly belts out empty threats to fire them and has a rather sad personal life, Skips, a centuries old yeti whose literally seen it all and despenses advice for the duo and is voiced by everyone’s faviorite grandpa/jedi/murder clown Mark Hamill, Muscle Man, a grotesque blob of a man who likes “My mom” jokes and breaking things, Hi Five Ghost, Muscle Man’s sidekick who got like.. one episode focusing on him alone over 8 seasons moving on, and Pops, an odd but unfailingly sweet and kind vicotrian era gentleman whose also basically immortal and is Bensons’ boss in name only. The Park Crew spend their days working, or in our main duo’s case trying to get out of work to do anything else, while dealing with every day issues that would quickly ballon into insanity. Getting pops a birthday present of Fuzzy Dice from a local pizza place ended up with the crew having to fight a bunch of anamatonic animals that were stashing diamonds in there. Trying to get concert tickets involved getting caffine from the nipples of a giant sentient coffee bean in order to stay awake long enough to do the extra work. And Mordecai trying to delete an embrarassing message off his crush Margret’s voice mail lead to him and rigby getting hauled in front of a bunch of a message guardians, one of which is a sentient smoke signal that wanted to burn them while the other replied with “we’ree not going to burn them when have we ever burned anybody”... I love and miss those guys. Oh and it’s resolved by having to playt he embarassing song he sang while said message beings groove to it then ask him to colaberate with them on their album. THis show was on all the drugs and I am all the hear for it. I could go all day obviously but this section is long enough as is, let’s move on.

Regular Show came at JUST the right time for Cartoon Netowork: Similar to how the 80s doom patrol comic started off really bland and cookie cutter and not at all doom patrol and then grant morrison came in, had hte previous writer kill almost everything, then rebuilt it from scratch with crazy, CN had few shows left and was coming off a really terrible attempt at competeing with NIck and Disney Channel’s live action dommance with a bunch of dude broy reality shows and other ill conceved ideas. The network had a few shows, Total Drama, The Clone Wars which got better and I need to watch those better seasons at some point, but they weren’t enough to make the network thrive again. SO enter adventure time and regular show: BOth were creative, funny , a bit rough around the ages, and kind of nuts, but both were massive hits: The shows hit almost every demographics sweet spots: Kids like the bright colors, fun designs, and insanity, teens loved the edgy bits of the humor and also the insanity and 20 somethings and older both found refrences they got and loved, and well.. insanity. I mean being fucking nuts but also wonderful is kind of the watchword for most animation nowadays. While in the past in my own head i’ve played down Regular Show’s part in things, after all it came second and had a rough patch I told myself.. but I was wrong. Both shows had a lot of the same elements; insane stuff, great voice acting and good humor especially as they evolved.. but both also evolved in largely the same way and that way helped change animation for the next decade: Both, despite being comeidies, regular show keeping to it a bit more than adventure time did as they evolved, had the characters grow, something a lot of animated comedies didn’t do as much ast the time, even the good ones. THey had season long arcs, things that are now standard features in most cartoons for good reason were MADE standard by these shows. It’s just regular show’s legacy got diluted by shows that TRIED to copy it but both failed to see that it grew past season one or that it’s being okay for kids but really based in adult life and problems meant copycats like fanboy and chum chum, sanjay and craig and breadwinners, all thankfully long dead, eventually sputtered out and died. That and Nick is REALLY shitty at maintaing shows or treating creators with anything resembling respect. Somehow Teen Titans Go is still alive despite having similar failings but you can’t win everything. It didn’t help gravity falls came along right after and proceded to be even more influentail than both of these shows. Hmmm I just realized I haven’t done any gravity falls reviews here.. I gotta get on that. But while the show got eclipsed in quality and popularity I do still think it holds up for the most part as funny, charming and with , for the most part, good character arcs, it’s just that a bit of incosntientcy, some abrubtly done actions and a REALLY fucking terrible arc in season 6 dull the show a bit in comparison to what came after, but I do realize now it’s still worht watching, remembering and laughing at. It may of not been the greatest, but damn it was good. So with my nostaliga for the show popping up, my faith in it restored, and it’s sucessor showing up in a few days, I decided to do a little something for the ocassion. I WAS going to do a full on review, but had troulbe finding an episode as some of my faviorites are part of a larger arc that was hurt by a later arc, and the show ping ponged between slice of life and utter insanity enought hat it was hard to peg down to jus tone or two episodes. So while I WILL review the show eventually, it has both good and bad episodes needing it, I decided instead to dig out something I hadn’t done in far too long: a top whatver lists! Now while I do get these things are clickbaity, because they are, I.. honestly just love making them. Even if i’ts not for any specific purpose I just love ranking, the stress, even if I normally hate stress given my anxiety, of trying to narrow them down, and the satisfaction of taking a ton of episodes and melting htem down into the best of them. And with a show as long and varied as regular show, If igured this was the best way to show it off before I dived into it eventually. I’ll obviously be doing more top, and bottom lists in the future, but for now this seemd like a godo place to get back to it. As Now a few more things before we finally get started. Yes I know i’ve gone on for a few years now but i’m almost done. This list is obviously, my opinon. If you disagree fine, and feel free to comment or shoot me an ask about it but I stand by my list and what I choose. I had to boil down over 60 episodes I picked to possibly be on the list and even after it was down to 40 cuts were really difficult, .. Also just as a quick note there are no episodes from seasons 1, 6, 7 and 8, and that’s not on purpose, as the last two seasons are really good, it just fell out that way and i’m sorry about it. So with that out of the way grabs some sodas and wings, get out your maxi gloves, and bring out your best sentient earworms wearing sunglassses, after the cut I count down the top 10 Regular Show episodes. OOOOOOOOO!

10. I Like You, Hi (Season 5, Episode 26) As you’ll be able to tell by the rest of this list Season 5 is my faviorite, and it’s where I feel the series hit it’s peak before next season lead to it’s valley. It’s got a ton of great episodes, as this list will attest, some great character development, and was still really damn funny. But what put it over the top for me was the Mordecai and CJ arc. At the end of the last season as you probably know the show wrote out Margret, having her finally get into college like she’d wanted since she got an actual character back in “Camping Be Cool” instead of just being “that hot girl mordecai really likes but is too scared to persue”, and another fantastic episode we’ll be getting to, Mordecai was in position to move on. Re-Enter CJ. CJ was introduced earlier in the season 3 ep “Yes Dude Yes” which itself is really good, where Mordecai thought margret was engaged and with Rigby’s encouragment, ended up meeting CJ, stands for Cloudy Jay if your curious, a sentient cloud voiced by the wonderful LInda Cardenelli, aka wendy from gravity falls and currently co star of the equally wonderful show Dead to Me. Seriously go check it out on netflix, it’s really good. It naturally went pearshaped since Margret wasn’t engaged, he tried going out with both, she turned into a thunderstorm out of rage... as you do.. it’s like the season 6 plot but less infurating and more understandable. But the two remeet, and had a kiss on new years while not knowing it’s the other person under am ask.. and then CJ ran and both thought the other was upset: MOrdecai for him being MOrdecai, and CJ for running out on him and agreed to be friends. That didn’t last, though it did give us another classic on this list, as while exes can be friends and all, the two still had something between them. Thus came this one. And it was a hard one as it barely inched out the finale of their relationship arc, Real Date, which had the ceo of a dating company try to break them up and be really damny funny but it’s ulitmatley this one being just as hilarious while being a great character piece that gets it the rub. As the episode opens Mordecai and CJ have been spending a LOT of time together and i’ts clear there’s a spark there.. but Mordecai insists it’s platonic. And yes there is a bad habit of animation being unable to accept females and males who are into the oppistie sex can’t be friends without being attracted to each other. It’s being cleared up more lately, but as Star Vs showed it still happens sometimes. But it works here: The two STARTED with dating, made out on new years, and are attracted to each other it’s just clear both were in denial about it. It’s not saying “well they have chemstiry so fuck their partners’ like star vs or “if you loved someone once those feelings will return and destroy yoru current relationship” like next season.... season 6′s arc is a tirefire burn it. But the issue is forced when, while texting about an extreme baking show together while CJ’s at her job at a sports bar, it autocrrects from Yuji, the show’s host, to you hi, sending the title message “I like you, hi”. Mordecai, being even less adept with his feelings and anxiety towards women than me and trust me that’s saying something, spirals and we do get the episodes best scene, narrowly beating out it’s climax, where Mordecai summons a war council.. aka the rest of the main cast minus benson but plus Thomas, the intern who I wish stuck around longer even after he turned out to be a russian spy because they ran out of ideas for him, voiced by Roger Craig Smith and distractingly using his future sonic voice.

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I just.. love everything about the scnee. From the term pulling a mordecai, to Rigby joining in, deservedly as he’s had front row seats for a lot of this bollocks, to everyone’s suggestions especially Muscle Man’s half assed one that somehow, but unsuprisngly, works for him and Starla. Naturally Mordecai comes up with what Rigby HIMSELF admits is a Rigby level half assed scheme to get an actual photo with Yuji rather than just admit the truth. Yuji himself is an utter delight, having had his star not rise as fast as he’d like thanks to autocorrect and being entirely on board, and when it backfires as MOrdecai ends up autocorrected and sends the message thrice and gets sucked into the phone again, admits i’ts “pretty extreme’. I love the guy and i’m prety sure he showed up again, to my delight.

In the phone Mordecai meets some old friends, the message guardians who I mentioned in the “insane shit this show has done” bit earlier: old forms of messaging who police texting, all voiced by Rich Fulcher of the Mighty Boosh and Snuffbox Fame.

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I love Rich and wish these guys could show up in close enough. Maybe they can, I don’t know how rights issues with turner properties work when it comes to two diffrent audiences entirely. Anyways what really makes the episode, besides the great callbacks in this scene, is when confronted with everything going on, Mordecai.. tries to run into the void, with Rigby, The Message Recorder and the Smoke Signal all encouraging him to come back. “There’s nothing out there for you, literally it’s just a blank void”. With the leading tape recorder pointing out from their text history not only how great CJ is but how much he seems to like her with Mordecai finally coming back and admitting the obvious: He does like her.. he’s just scared of beefing it again. Which he does but that’s not the point. Rigby, who as part of his character development helps Mordecai quite a bit with this stuff by being a neutral party, though he also likes CJ better than Margret which is a mood even though I don’t care which one you ship mordecai with frankly, you do you, I have my prefrences. And with that Mordecai finally texts her and asks her out, with her accepting via winky face.. with an added text to clarify it for his neuotic ass.. which is also a mood as my neuortic ass could use that a lot. Overall just a wonderful , hilarious and good bit of character growth.. that season 6 throws in the oven, but that’s a long rant for another day. On it’s own, “I LIke you, hi” is a good character piece for mordecai whlie still being really damn funny.

9. Thanksgiving Special (Season 5, Episode 15)

Regular Show was really damn great at holliday specials. Their terror tales from the park every halloween were always a nice treat and a good replacement for Simpsons “Treehouse of Horror” which still exists, it’s just no one cares at this point, and their christmas and new years episodes are both really damn good, the first Christmas Episode being in contention for this list even. But to me the best of the best was easily Season 5′s thanksgiving episode.

The premise is simple: Mordecai and Rigby accidnetly destroy thanksgiving dinner, which the park crew is having for everyone and their famllies and, refusing to take Benson trying to dismiss their attempts to help fix their mistake, end up joining a songwriting contest to try and win a Turducken.. a natural one that’s born every 1000 Years because this is regular show. To do this they have to beat a parody of everyone’s least faviorite president Donald Trump, Rich Buckner. The fact that trump was basically the main villian of a holliday special a year before he became president is not lost on me and is one of the most accurate depections of the man i’ve ever seen. The fact Rich steals the prize despite our boys winning from his blimp with a grappling hook is peak trump. The fact Trump has’nt stolen more things with a grappling hook in real life is only because his hands are too small to use one.

Getting past our president for my own sanity, the episode also has really great subplots: Muscle Man and Fives go to a sports bar to get sides and end up pissing off a former football player and getting into a touchdown dance comppetition, sadly not set to the super bowl shuffle, while Benson, Pops and Skips go to get a turkey and end up fighting over it with men dressed up like a piligrim, a first thanksgiving era native american and a turkey, to which they don’t even really give an explination for.. granted most explinatoins on this show are insane but even by regular show standards, this gets none. And I love it for it. While as you can tell the episode is really damn funny, what really sells it is the emotional core: For once while they do fear for their jobs a bit Mordecai and Rigby’s main motivation in this messup is genuine guilt and wanting to fix their mistake, and they work hard at it, even giving a genuine and awesome heartfelt song that notches itself up with other thanksgiving classics “That thankstiginv themed soul sketch on snl” and adam sandler’s turkey song also from snl. Not a high bar but it’s really good regardless

The episodes’ real strength though is it’s emotional core: For once instead of saving their own asses or understadnably wanting to get one over on the cranky and in the worse written episodes obnoxiously overbearing benson, they simply feel terrible about possibly runing the meal for their arriving parents and everyone elses parents and families and their friends and work to right the wrong. It’s not the first time they worked to do something genuinely good with no benefit to themselves, but it’s probably the best and Benson’s I forgive you, while hilarious is also really sweet. And speaking of sweet

It ends on a really sweet and touching note, as Mordecai and Rigby, after escaping a blimp via a wish on a golden wishbone because of course, make it home to find the various weirdos the park crew met have brought them thanksgiving, and their parents will be there and we get a nice touching ending as the main duo get a well earned toast from Benson. Just an out and out amazing thanksgiving special and a good reminder of what the holiday means.

8. Trucker Hall of Fame (Season 3, Episode 37)

Moving on from Season 5 for a second, Season 3 was where the show really started to hit it’s stride to me. While Season 2 was a nice increase in quality from the sometimes choppy and heavy on “everyone is an asshole” comedy season 1, Season 3 was where the increased focus on the rest of the cast outside of our main duo balloned and what seeds of character were planted in season 2 beautifully bloomed. And this episode is one of the best examples of that. This one focuses on Muscle Man, who earlier on was basically the main duo’s rival alongside his buddy high five ghost, and kind of a dick. While “Kind of a dick” never left any discription of Mitch Sorenstein, this and previous episode muscle woman showed there was more to the goblin man than we thought. It’s also one of regular show’s few early mostly serious episodes and unlike the benson ones, again this list was tough don’t come at me with a machete, and realy showed why muscle man is the human tire fire he is. The episode introduces, and quickly kills off, muscle dad, mitch’s dad who gave him a love of pranks and was a truck driver who died as he live: mistaking a fake bear for a real one during a prank. Muscle Man being not the most stable person on a GOOD day, spirals, as seen above, and Benson tasks mordecai and rigby, since Fives isn’t good with death ironically and isn’t holding up much better, and as a much later episode shows the two became besties in high school so he probably knew muscle dad for a good ten years so he’s probably not in a great place either, nice stuff, to go with him to put his dad’s ashes in the trucker hall of fame. What follows is a sweet and damn sad episode. While Mitch’s frequent breakkdowns can be hilarous their also really sad and having lost my grandpa since this episode aired, I can relate to being fine one minute and a total shrieking wreck the next over the smallest thing. But it also shows that Mitch genuinely thinks of our main duo as his friends, and that beneath his testorrone positned exterior he’s a decent guy, being genuinely greatful. Of course being regular show the 3 end up squaring off with some truckers, while Mitch also grappels with the revelation his dad wasn’t one but a forklift opperator who faked being a trucker for his son’s benifit and dleft a tender note in his picture, figuring correctly his son would break it open when he found out... oh and because this show is still nuts his ghost ends up saving them at the end which is really sweet , as mitch decides trucker or no his ashes deserve to be there. Also his ghost shows up again at thanksgiving so apparently he can just come back once in a while, which is nice but dosen’t demnish the bittersweet feeling of this ep. And as I said the show has a good grasp on continuity as this ep marked a turning point for our main duo and muscle man: while the’yve bonded before after this, aside from mitch’s habit of christmas pranks and his faking his death, they really don’t nearly get as annoyed by him ever again. i’ts a sweet touching ride tha’ts uncharacristic of the show’s usual chaos but really works.

7. A Bunch of Full Grown Geese (Season 4, Episode 19) After a few episodes that were more sentimental on this list, it’s good to get back to some good old regular show madness for this one, which was also the series 100th in production order and is a worthy milestone episode. Season 4 was really good building on the good will from Season 3 and FINALLY having payoff to the margret and mordecai thing, more on that in a bit. Not as much to say as seasons 3 or 5, but it was still spectacular. The sequel to another ep, fittingly given it’s #100, full grown geese has our duo tasked with removing a bunch of obnoxious geese, with Benson in dick mode refusing to give the two more help, though it does lead to one of the show’s best scenes when he gives his usual your fried threat.. and fitting a milestone episode, Rigby calls him on never going through with it and the threat being as empty as my dreams. Benson responds by going nuts and angrishing them out of his office.. really funny. But yeah with the geese attacking them and , in their first attacking, poor pops, and no way to combat them, the two turn to the baby ducks, a bunch of baby ducks from the episode titled that who show up to help.. and this being the 100th episode of an already grant morrison level nuts show, it turns out the geese seek to conquer earth, voiced by david warner of course and have laser eyes.. and can combine. And the ducks do so again, mecha style, and add in our heroes and a bunch of call backs in one of the series best and most batshit sequences> The ending is also throughly satisfying as while our heroes win, Benson chews them out for tearing up the park in the process.. only for the ducks mom to call him out for not only yelling at the ducks, who are just kids, but at mordecai and rigby after they just saved the park from being a smoldering crater and not just trashed and he backs off. Just a fun episode where the crew just went nuts and the results speak for themselves.

6. This is My Jam (Season 2, Episode 13)

Now this one I couldn’t NOT include. This is one of the series best even after it’s immense growth, and a beloved classic for a reason. And like the above it’s a good classic case of regular show hyjinks while also being relatable this time: Rigby gets a brainless but catchy pop song from the 90′s stuck in his head and despite growing to hate it, and Mordecai hating it because this episode establishes him as a hipster, and seemingly exercises it.. only for it to manifest as a GIANT CASETTE WEARING SUNGLASSES THAT PLAYS THE SONG JUST BY EXISTING AND DANCES CONSTANTLY. it’s utterly glorious and used to great effect, also annoying benson because he’s constnatly annoyed. To beat it the main duo get the rest of the park’s help at Skips suggestion to form a band and craft an even BIGGER earworm to cast it out. Oh and there’s a great scene where Pops is forced to awkwardly dance with the incarnation of the 90′s “But I won’t use my best moves”. The climax also has one of Benson’s best moments as, after he’s irritated all episode, he comes in hot, with both the cast and audience expecting him to chew out mordecai and rigby.. only he’s mad because they forgot drums are key to an earworm and saves the day with his drumwork. It’s a great subversion and one of the first times Benson was more than just the angry but understandable, at times, dickhead boss. Just an utter standout and one of the show’s most memorable episodes for a reason. Also the line “you can’t touch music but music can touch you’ is great.

5. Meteor Moves ( Season 4, Episode 28)

This one was a long time coming and to me is a great example of writers taking their own shortcomings and making something awesome out of them. I prefer that: instead of just retconning away bad writing use it as a tool.. I try to do that myself when possible. See early in the show as you all probably know, Mordecai’s crush on Margret was just a plot device: he had a crush on the cute waitress at the coffee shop so they used it to get him to do things. A gratioutis shot of her in bike shorts got him to bet all computer rights for life that sort of thing. The show.. wasn’t great with female characters till season 3 and even as it grew, as season 6 and just.. forgetting to give CJ a proper ending as a character shows, still grappled with it. It took writer Kat Morris saying “no no stop go to jail” to them wanting ot make CJ a difficult woman type, whatever horrifying thing that is. I don’t want to know, let’s move on. The point is it wasn’t till season 3 that Margret and her best friends, and Rigby’s future wife, Eileen got fleshed out a bit: Eileen got smarter and turned out to be good at wilderness stuff while Margret was chill, nice, if annoyed by the chaos around mordecai, and funloving, while also having a clear goal in stark contrast to her future boyfriend: going to college. Even after coming back it was botha fter finsihing college and to start a career. It wasn’t incredibly deep, but it made me not be ehhh to her mere existance like before. The show also started developing her and Mordecai’s relationship seriously with the two bonding and the previously shown Butt Dial showing for the first time, after previously having a terrible taste in men and then just not noticing his crush, that she was receptive to how mordecai felt. And the two had several moments and two dates even, it just.. never went anywhere for some reason.

And this was INFURATING to me: See back then shows had a tendency to just pop in love intrests SOLEY for plot fuel like margret with no intention of following through with things either through rejection or a relationsihp upgrade and by then I was sick of it. The whole spike and rarity thing in MLP (which to be clear I wanted her to just reject him but nope, even after I stopped watching she never did. ), Isabella and Phineas. I was fed up so I went from being “eh” about it to annoyed supremely.. but the thing is the writers realized this.. and course corrected. The first step was picking up Margret, where Mordecai agrees to pick her up to get her to the airport for a college interview and we get a nice deconstruction of things as Margret is anticpatiing things going wrong, and wrongly blames Mordecai for it.. I mean it is his fault sometimes but half the time weird shit just follows him. However she’s won over by him working past it, getting her there in time and kisses him. That blew me away and made me think well it’s finally here.. and it was.. ALMOST. However the creators wisely, if frustratingly to past me, took one more episode to iron it out: Metor Moves has the two growing closer, and semi-going out, but Rigby pops mordecai’s bubble pointing out he never actually made a boyfriend girlfriend move and her move could’ve gone either way. So Mordecai , after seasons of being wishy washy and awkward, finally decides to go for it as he, rigby, eileen and margret go to a metor shower. Being Regular Show it dosen’t go as planned as his attempted kiss is blocked by the guardians of the friend zone.. which is a real, phantom zone esque place here and that’s just fantastic. And it’s also clearly mocking the hell out of the concept, which is dumb. if you want to ask someone out just do it, I learned that the hard way. And if you really are friends, if she says no then you’ll accept it and keep a friend anyway as I have. But it’s clearly parodying it and Mordecai get sreplayed all the times he ALMOST made a move but didn’t but refuses to accept this clusterfuck, realizes he was a screwup when it came to this.. and kisses her.. and this time the two enter a relationship> Granted it barely lasted but still, it was nice while it did and this ep is just great for it. While not the funniest, it’s up this high because it took somethign the show did wrong.. and turned it on it’s head and into a character flaw and had mordecai grow past it, with a genuinely romantic moment on top as well as an utterly funny and batshit concept. It also had some Rigleen, as by this point rigby stopped being a hateful wastebasket to her and warmed up to her, and I regret there’s no reigleen episodes on this list. Their the shows best couple and utterly adorable. Just wanted to mention that at least once this list.

4. Laundry Woes (Season 5, Episode 1) From the begining to the end. While sadly Morderet didn’t last too long in canon, which blows, it did give us some great episodes while it lasted, as with the above entry and their breakup in Steak Me Amedeus. As mentioned before Margret left for college, which while abrupt feeling did pave the way for great stories: The Mordejay arc mentioned above and that will pop up again very soon, This was one of them: the ep while lacking on laughs is a good emotional rollercoaster and starts with an amazing montage that catches us up from the end of season 4: Mordecai is miserable, as you’d expect and wallowing in it with Benson, of all people, letting him. And given Benson seems to have a heart attack any time Mordecai and Rigby aren’t working, that’s huge. But eventually his friends refuse to let it go on and in a really touching montage help him through it, taking him out places, giving him good times and eventually.. the fog starts to lift and he starts to enjoy himself and by the end.. he’s himself again. It’s one of the series best sequences, told with no dialouge and showing just how far the rest of the cast had come: Benson actually wants to comfort mordecai but is encouraged not to at first, underfstandably as it probably woudlnt’ help, and a crew that were once, aside from Pops who much like Krillin is everyone’s friend, just coworkers who barely tolerated each other, and are now close as family and help their own in need. But Grief isn’t a straight line and just as Mordecai’s recovering he’s sent spiraling when he finds Margret’s sweater and uses ita s a flimsy excuse to go return it. It’s here I also get to talk about Rigby, who grew from an impatient idiot who hated Mordecai’s romantic endevors and actively sabtoaged them at times, to an understandting wing man who, while understandably frustrated with his best friend’s own idiocy with women, turned out to know more and be the wise council he needed, triggering both is relationships and only bailing out during the season 6 clusterfuck and even then was there to comfort him after it was all over and go to his aid to pull him out of another misery hole. And here he gives Mordecai the hard truth: He shoudln’t do this, it’s just going to tear both him and margret up again and he just put himself back together. He’s not going to let his best friend do this to himself. And while there is a supernatural elment, the sweater comes to life and tries to get Mordecai to force margret back with him and give up college, likely voicing his darkest wants that he hates himself for wanting, but it feels more like a manfiestation of Mordecai’s own issues than the usual madness. Like “Trucker hall of Fame”, a rare senntence, it’s a less funny packed more grounded episode. And in the end it’s mordecai himself, after rejecting the ghost sweater and seeing his ex truly happy , that gets him to NOT talk to her and just.. let it go. IT’s a good emotional episode and SHOULD HAVE BEEN the end of their relationship... but i’ve ranted about the cheating storyarc enough here, moving right along.

3. Portable Toilet (Season 5, Episode 16) Back to the Mordejay arc. And yes this arc is my faviorite and while I didn’t make it clear at the time I really shipped the two, even before it became canon. I had nothing against morderet, these two simply had more chemistry and these episodes built CJ up as more of a character than Margret was at the time. It’s why that later arc sucks so much to me: it destroys a perfectly good relationship and story arc for dumb reasons and never really did enough with it to justify doing so. I’ll get to it some day, or if someone comissions it soone rthan some day, but as you can tell i’m still sore over it and great eps like this are part of the reason why. It’s the same reason i’m sore on how Tom was handled on star vs. But as you can also tell as bitter and lemon scented as I am.. these eps are still objectivley great and thus took up a third of the list basically. Case in point Portable Toilet, which zooms back a bit to when neither would admit they were into each other but were now friends at least. Also Eileen was CJ”s friend now because plot convience. I mean they worked, and it bothers me a lot that the creators claim cj washed her hands of her even though she’s not the one who made out with margret... which come to think of it adding her to rigleen.. not a bad idea. I mean Rigby didn’t really like margret true, but they did almost go out before mordecai killed him and then reset time because Mordecai’s always kinda sucked. I’ll file that away for later. But my new OTP aside, I did like the two bonding and what not. Anyways with their outside park friend/RIgby’s future girlfriend now friends with Mordeai’s future girlfriend the four have apparently been hanging out which, while i’ve bemoaned off screen stuff at times, works here and regular show uses it better than most shows. While Rigby can clearly see Mordecai and CJ are into each other Mordecai is as we covered in denial and while that dosen’t really progress here, it does lead to one of teh shows finest hours. When talking would you rathers, CJ semi-flirtly dares Mordecai to eat his lunch sandwitch in a portable toilet, which he agrees to and drags a reluctant rigby along for. This being regular show, it goes south fast as the two get stuck, with Rigby’s clautrophiba kicking in leading to an amazing exchange Mordecai; Dude that makes no sense! Rigby: You’s makes no sense! While our dynamic duo try to get mordecai and rigby out the two are carted away and repalced with a new portable toilet, a deluxe one. Also we get another great bit when our dynamic duo find Muscle man, in a robe with choclate’s claming “Eileen, other girl, this isn’t weird” before screaming “This isn’t weird”. Turns out old portable toilets are taken to be blown up by the miltary and we get one of the shows best one off characters in the general, who not only explains it as “toilets being about the same size as the enmy” but when told he should call the president says “the preseident is not my father i’ll blow up as many toilets as I want.”. Spectacular. So now it’s a scramble for one twosome to rescue the other, Rigby lets out a cathartic “THANK YOUUU MORDECAI” over the flirty toilet dare, and the day is saved> This one is another pure comedy one, even if it ties into a plot I really like, and i’ts gold for obvious reasons and manages to take blowing up porta poties, a premise that dosen’t seem that funny, and make it utter comedic gold. Speaking of pure comic episodes that are utterly insane...

2. Cool Bikes (Season 3, Episode 7)

This one feels like regular show boiled down to it’s core: semi-relabtale hyjinks dovetalling into pure madness. And the premise sounds like a shit post i’d make: Mordecai and Rigby want benson to admit their cool and get into progressively weird outfits and tricks to their bycycles to do so, eventually becoming so cool their put on trial by the council of cool , ending up having to make a runner when Benson finally breaks down and admits it. The premise is utterly stupid in the best way possible, with the conflict being the kind of petty bullshit we all get into from time to time with our aquantinces: not wanting to admit something and loose the argument withthings escalating. And in regular show terms it escalate sperfectly into the entire unvierse being threatned adn our heros being on trial for their lives. There’s not much to say here, it’s just pure comedic gold with a premise that just works. It also has good moments for Benson with his finally admitting they are cool and saving the duo’s lives whne he realized he just gave them a death sentence. Utter fun. And now we come to the finale, my faviorite episode...

1. Dodge This (Season 5, Episode 15)

Yup this arc again. But this one has more than my ship going for it, and it’s why it soared to the top: It takes the excellent character work of other episodes and weaves it with excellent comedy to create an utter delight and the episode I remember most fondly and most often. It’s just great. The second part of the Mordeijay arc, not counting yes dude yes, the episode is half that and half sports movie: The Park Guys have been taking part in dodgeball as a team bulding thing and it shows how far Benson’s come as he not only praises mordecai, and launches the mordecai and benson ship in the process, but gives his team full wings and his full support, a far cry from his usual self. It’s also the first big instance of him getting hammered on wings and it’s glorious to see drunk flirty benson. Benson is also genuinely congratulatory to the team’s ace mordecai, and most of them realy for b eing valuable and hopes to win this year. IN their way are two things: The magical elements, aka the floating baby heads that gave skips his immortality, his friend with sparkly eyes who works for them and death himself whose a recurring character and fucking great and who were their bowling rivals too. The other is CJ is back, and Benson in another good moment actually talks mordecai through it and his nerves over it assuring him. So we get a great sports piece as our heroes work through various callbacks and even beat the magical elements iwth Rigby’s hilarious and rediculous rignado manuver, which is as dumb as it sounds and winged a guy hilaroiusly before with Benson scolding him like a toddler. Of course it ends up with Mordecai and CJ against each other, both incredibly awkard over things as mentioned before, and both ending up in a stalmate that magical dodgeball guardians have to resolve because, let’s do this one last time. IT’S REGULAR SHOW. We do get a good moment though as the two work through their awkwardness: both thinking the other is rightfully mad: Mordecai for his two timer date with her and Margret and CJ for running out without talking to mordecai after they had a moment on new years. The both work past it, the park strikers loose,benson likely gets hammered again off screen.. it’s a good one and I have no shame in putting it at number one. It’s got heart, really great jokes, and some good charcter stuff, not to the level of other episodes on this list, but it wasn’t a full episode of that like those were and still works to move the plot forward and is still a classic. Just a fun, breezy, well done epsidoe fully rooted in the cast’s characters and getting laughs out of that.. mostly benson. And with that this giangantic list comes to a close> I hope you enjoyed it, if you liked it follow me for more. I’ll be doing close enough coverage every week, as well as amphibia and owl house among other reviews. Until we meet again, later days.

#regular show #mordecai #rigby #cj #eileen #margret #muscle man #benson dunwoody #high five ghost #pops mallerd #skips #death #yuji #rich fulcher #close enough #top 10 lists #cartoon network

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Conjecture |11|

Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU

Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.

Links to other parts: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

May do one more after this, we’ll see.

Words:5049

Rating:18+

Warnings: SMUT!! (BDSMish themes, Yoongi Switch, Masturbation, Slight exhibitionism maybe) Swearing, mentions of eating issues, alcohol comsumption. General sass.

Permanent Tags: @msunnsstuff @rosey-roseu @eyelessmin @backtonormalthings

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As the coffee machine was whirring away crushing away the strong beans, he remembered the way your eyes flitted when he’d said those words. It was panic. Was it panic because you didn’t feel the same? Or was it just because when he said it? Or was it both? He hated that he didn’t know.

“Are you growing the beans yourself?” He heard you call from the bedroom. The coffee had been sat ready steaming for minutes.

“Sorry baby, I just got distracted” You were sat up, sheet pulled up around you; legs almost pressed to your chest as you took the cup from him. As he stood to leave to start the shower you tugged at his hand, pining. He smiled weakly bending down to give you the kiss you wanted.

“You better not have been heading to the shower without me Min Yoongi”

“And what if I was?” he countered.

“Then I’ll have to you show why it’s better to shower with me”

“I’ll be honest then, I was heading to the shower” he confessed, smile adorning his lips as he grabbed a towel from the side.

“So I’ll see you in a minute then? He added.

“You know I’m a woman of my word” He would never get enough of the teasing smile you rewarded him so often.

“Sharp scratch” the nurse warned puncturing your skin with a needle. The long tubing snaking its way into a bag filled with liquid loaded with vitamins. Your reflection staring back at you as the makeup artist was puffing powder all over your face. Your manager and his assistant were stood observing the whole process. His PA was your favourite person right now. You were running on minimal sleep, no food and you felt like crap; she had amazingly managed to call out a nurse out for you last minute.

“Okay so the plan is you will be on the red carpet straight after BTS, Yoongi will hold back so the press can get photos of the people behind the collab of the year”

Your reflection smiled at the compliment. For the show you will be sat at our section a few tables behind the boys until you get called for you performance and your presentation.

“Got it, please don’t go over the plan again”

The heated leather seats of the car contributed to soothing your pre-event nerves. The bright natural white light flashes seeped in; even through the tinted windows.

“They’re ready Miss YL/N” The driver said before leaving the wheel to hold the door open for you. You smiled in thanks as you stepped out onto the carpet with full grace. The muttering and shouting of the press increased. Probably with the excitement that Yoongi is still stood on the red carpet and they are finally going to get pictures of the two of you together. Yoongi was wide eyed staring at you, trying his best to not let his jaw collapse to the floor.

He’d realised why you’d kept the outfit away from him. The slit of your dress teased the front of your thigh under the royal blue dress. Your thigh was decorated with a leather strap wrapping round attached to a heart shaped metal ring. The dress ruffled neatly, delving into a v at your cleavage. The middle of the dress sat tight enough to reveal your figure but you made sure it was loose enough so you had some room; there would be lots of alcohol consumed throughout the night. It was long brushing lightly against the surface of the velvet red carpet beneath your feet. Your hair was in a pony tail which was curled to perfection, your fringe quaffed round into a wave shape, pinned and secured with copious amounts of hair spray.

Your red carpet smile was on show instantly; greeting the flashes. With elegant steps you took up poses at the ‘photo spot’. For the first time in a long time you was riddled with the pinch of nerves. These would be the first proper public photos of you together and actually ‘together’. Today that ‘together’ was his hand snug to your waist. His fingers digging in gently enough to not be detected in the photo evidence.

“I know why you kept that dress away from me now” leaning his head to your ear; both your smiles refusing to falter.

“Yeah and why’s that” you replied, still staring outwards innocently at the crowd.

“Because you knew for one that I wouldn’t believe how beautiful you look” Roles reversed he was now facing forward and you was leaning in to his ear

“Did I?”

“And two you knew I’d damn well be impatient to fuck you in it” The filth through the sweeter than sweet gummy smile had you turning to face him with a bright happy smile shrouding the absolute shock you felt internally. He mirrored your smile turning to you. The perfect red carpet couple shot. The onlookers were probably begging to see a kiss. As much as you wanted nothing more; you would not give them the satisfaction. Both of your managements would also probably not take kindly to the action. He took your hand and you moved from the spotlight to the reception of the venue.

“Jesus they went nuts” Hobi chuckled slapping an arm at Yoongi’s shoulders when you re-joined the others. The flurry of noise reverberating around the whole room

“Kpop’s hottest couple” Jin toyed.

“Alright guys, calm your tits” You laughed, your eyes clapped onto another artist from you label and waved to get their attention.

“I’ll see you guys later when you win artist of the year yeah?” Aimed at the guys

“And I’ll see you for our performance” You left him with a gentle squeeze of his hand to join your agency to finally be ushered to your seats.

The buzz backstage oozed chaotic energy, runners running on their last legs searching for anything anyone needed last minute. You stood in the right wing in the same outfit as the music video; sound from the stage pushing your senses to their limit with the bass. Past the energetic fire of the Monsta X performance you could see Yoongi waiting in the other wing. The static of the radio of one of the stage directors buzzed behind you.

“Y/N” you turned to the call

“Erm Yoongi says you’re going kill it” She stood silent waiting for your response.

“Erm tell him I said to stop being a dweeb”

The stage manager had a smile on her face while communicating your professional message to the other manager. Your legs felt the weakness first, energy draining from your muscles.

The cheers erupted as the performance finished, half the boys heading towards you; Wonho included. The sweat glistening off them walking past you with warm knackered smiles. Wonho had just reached you with an even warmer smile placing a clamming gentle hand on your arm when you collapsed.

Your eyesight still non-existent; a constant blackness. You were conscious; you could make out all the scuffles of shoes scurrying around you. You recognised the panicked tone of Yoongi, it was harsher and angrier than you remember ever hearing. The words not picked up by your dazed state. You felt a rush of air beside you move as a figure left you and was replaced with another. The blackness turned to fuzziness with colour and clarity finally returned to your vision. Yoongi was staring at you with fierce concern, pupils blown. His hand was stroking your head and brushing your cheek. You’d been moved to a small dressing room and set down on a low sitting sofa. Only Yoongi and the stage manager were present; she was avoiding eye contact leaning against the door finger pressing against her ear piece muttering. The brightness of the room had you squinting as you adjusted to your vision. The desk below the illuminated mirror was littered with an array of bottles powders and god knows what other beauty products.

“5 minutes until you’re up, are we going ahead?”

“Of course not she need medic…” Yoongi snapped

“I’m fine, we’re performing!” you interjected sitting up. You were met with daggers

“We are not” wide eyes looking at you with defiant glare.

You stood almost knocking him back.

“We’re on” Evil stares shooting at Yoongi. You brushed yourself off, gulping down the glass of orange juice which had been placed beside you and walked briskly towards the door. The manager opening the door and following you out. You knew you should have eaten but you just couldn’t; you couldn’t bare the thought of any negative comments about your body. The internet was cruel.

Yoongi’s going to be furious

Eyes welling up; but you had to push them away. The look of the absolute worry was shoved on his face; he may have looked angry but you knew that wasn’t how he really felt. No words were spoken as he was escorted in a rush to the other side of the stage.

Your stage persona fit over your face as smoothly as silk. So did his. He said nothing as you rested back to back waiting for the lights to illuminate. It was awful, the comfort you’d swoon at normally when he was close felt a million miles away.

The fighting and harsh words at the start of the song were strongly meant coming from his mouth; it was the emotion of the start of the song through and through. It hurt. The disagreement in the lyrics transformed into words of reconciliation. This was where your sincere words were laced with apology rung true. The audience were stunned with the secret authenticity of the performance. You’re harmonising with his softer rap even melted Yoongi’s demeanour. The closeness of your bodies singing to each other his hand in yours, fingers locked. You’re final note you hit perfectly, diaphragm giving you all the support it needed. As the lights dimmed, you both partly breathless in your finishing position your head resting on his chest and his hand cupping the back of your neck.

You really felt like the situation had calmed. The pair of you both finding comfort through the work you both lived for. It didn’t stop you briskly walking off in the opposite direction to him, more in shame than anything against him.

You ignored the multiple vibrations on your phone as award after award was given out. In your sight you noticed his head turn to you on multiple occasions moments after you felt another vibration, he was a few tables in front of. Far enough to not have any face to face contact. You finally got the signal to go to backstage. It’s not that you didn’t want to reply you just didn’t know how to talk to about it; so you played safe and avoided it. Temporarily.

“And the artist of the year award goes to” Taking your time building the suspension, the smile reached your face before you spoke

“They’ve achieved a phenomenal amount this year…BTS” you announced with pride blooming through every inch of you. They were all humble in their approach to the stage. You bowed to them one by one, first handing the award to Namjoon. Being closer to the boys they all came in to give you a hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek. Congratulating each one in turn.

“I’m sorr…” you began

“I love you” He whispered before following the others in landing a kiss at your cheek. Your head snapped away with a huge shocked smile you couldn’t depress, unsure how to react. He just smiled as normal as anything compared to your expression.

The twitter memes are going to be priceless.

“God I love the after party” You sighed relieved slumping yourself onto Yoongi’s lap who was sat a table with his brothers all laughing away. There had been way too much alcohol to thankfully avoid any serious conversation that was overdue and necessary.

The after party was always a place artists and managements could truly relax; all media were not permitted. The lack of nosey eyes allowed artists to relax and be more themselves. You’d see couples that the Kpop world knew nothing about; there was even gay couples which the industry certainly wouldn’t approve of. It was the best part of the MAMA’s for sure. You certainly wouldn’t be able to be on his lap with his hand parked on your bare thigh.

“Bet you didn’t think you’d be think you’d be handing out the award to your boyfriend did ya” Jimin asked, cheeks flushed out with alcohol.

“Actually I had no doubt you’d get it, you’re smashing this industry with a sledgehammer and It couldn’t happen to a better bunch of guys”

“Thank you Y/N but please go back to being the sarcastic, high maintenance woman we know and love, you’ve had way too much to drink”

You shoved Jungkook knocking the cheek out of him. You got yourself up and made your way to the ladies room. Evil plan ready for you to execute; stepping out of your thong and scrunching it in your hand before heading back to the buzzing room, the live band filling the room with all the songs from the last few years. Side stepping and dodging through the sea of inebriated idols you finally got to your table. You resumed your position on Yoongi’s lap pushing your behind down into his lap harder than you needed too; shielding your hand shoving the underwear into his hand like it was normal as you carried on talking to Hobi about god knows what. Yoongi stole a glance as to what’s been gifted to him. His grip on your thigh tightened at the recognition. His hand slid in his pocket exchanging your underwear for his phone. You opened your phone at this vibration

-If we’re not back in our room sharpish I will not be responsible for my actions-

Another vibration.

-I need you in that dress-

You read the texts, not replying on purpose plonking your phone on the table. Yoongi’s hand that was nursing his glass grew tighter. His hand moved further up your thigh unapologetically. You grabbed it standing up removing any more temptation.

“Well I’m going to call it a night guys. I can’t deal with Jin’s dads joke anymore” you teased, Jin flipped you off in retaliation.

“I can say I agree” Yoongi agreed standing up holding your hand; Jimin noticed.

“Yeah sure, we all know why your checking out early” Jimin teased. You were too influenced by alcohol to be embarrassed.

“And what Park Jimin? I can tell you now his hips would even give yours a run for your money.

“ooooooooooo” Jungkook oooed with the others joining in. Jimin shrugged back leaning on the table defeated erupting in giggles. Yoongi shook his head concealing the chuckle funnelling through his lips practically dragging you away before you embarrassed him even more.

“I’m just going to go apologise to Wonho, I’ll meet you by the elevator”

Apparently when you passed out Wonho was the one to catch you and take you to the side room. When Yoongi had rushed in you were conscious again but only just; you were still unresponsive. Yoongi had asked immediately what was wrong and what happened. Wonho knowing you and exactly what it probably was responded ‘She’s fine, she just wouldn’t have eaten’ to which Yoongi snapped back ‘Well that’s not exactly fine is it, get out!’ You remembered hearing a harsh tone which you now know belonged to Yoongi.

“You did not compare my hip movements to Jimin’s”

“It… it just came out, I’m sorry” You laughed stepping into the elevator. Giggles carrying on as you leant against the back on the mirror.

“You definitely will be” Flushing his body against yours as the doors dinged shut.

“What? You going to get those hips working?” you teased smirking at each other before he punished you with a hot kiss. You pulled at his shirt needing every part of him as close to you as humanly possible. The heat that flooded every inch you when he was flush against you.

“Aren’t we going to talk about earlier?” His forehead leaning on yours, hands cradling yours.

“Leave that until tomorrow plleeaaasseee” you whined.

“I promise we’ll talk about it, I just need you first” you added.

“Well I better make you sure don’t have the energy to get out of bed for a while then”

You dragged him into you by his tie pressing you against the desk in the hotel room. His lips showering yours with attention, his hands preoccupied smoothly gliding up the outside of both of your thighs dragging it over your behind.

“You smell and look sooo good” Inhaling at your neck, the exhale heating your skin already flushed with heat; result of the alcohol and the need for him. His fingertips now up the inside of your thigh. The anticipation had you gripping harder your already balled fist entangling the chest of his white shirt. His jacket already shed on the floor. You hand gripped his wrist.

“Uh uh” you teased

“Not yet” His eyes rolled, bottom lip pushed out.

“Don’t pout” you scolded. You pushed him giving yourself room to escape to grab a chair round the oak wood table and placed it facing the bed. He waited obediently for you to fetch him by his tie; shoving him into the chair stepping yourself over one of his thighs. You began fiddling his tie un-done; his eyes following your movements with a diligent gaze, hoping to get a glimpse of where you were going.

“Hands behind your back” Eye flashing excited gazing up at you. You tightened the tie at his wrists.

“I’ve happily imagined having you tied up to a chair since you released Agust D” you confessed. His head shot up contorted with a raised eyebrow

“I can think you’re an asshole and still want to fuck you” justifying yourself. He smirked with approval.

“You know when I’ve had a drink my patience and control over myself sucks, please tell what you’re planning, I’m already desperate …”

“Well this will be frustrating for you then” straddling one of his thighs teasing each and every one of his button undone. Giving you access to the milky skin beneath. Nails scratching down his torso; faint red trails down his stomach.

“You really are a tease you know that”

“Would you want me any other way?”

He responded with silence.

“Thought so, you’re going to watch me get myself off” His head shot straight to your direction as you sat on the edge of the bed crossing your legs.

“Wh…”

“But you’re going to tell me how to do it” you interjected as you stood

“Dress on or off” already clasping at the zip.

“On” your eyebrow cocked in response.

“If anyone’s going to strip that dress off you it’s going to be me” You shrugged your shoulders loosely and slid yourself on the bed, holding his gaze tightly with yours.

“Shall I start here” placing your hand on the inside of your thigh

“Mmmhmm go slowly higher” you did. Depending on how desperate he was will influence how much he will tease and torture you. Generally when he’s tipsy he’ll torture you until you’re near enough crying with desperation for any contact which he normally denies you; when he’s past tipsy he’s impatient. It’s a dangerous line you love to walk.

“Tell me how wet you are for me”

So he’s way past tipsy

His eyes were raging with nothing but fire yet the way he was fidgeting told you he was struggling. And you hadn’t even done anything yet.

“How desperate are you to know?” Teasing yourself, you were so wet; and he’d hardly done anything as well as you.

“Please baby” he whined

“I need to know”

He was right

“Wet enough for you to come and fuck me right now” your words dousing the fire in his eyes with petrol

He was not expecting that.

You ran your fingers slowly through your arousal, not patient enough to have no contact but patient enough to go slow until he’d finished picking his jaw up from the floor.

“Go in slow circles baby, I love watching you get impatient”

He kept you doing slow circles for far too long. The asshole always did it, seeing you slowly build, craving anything harder and faster; he thrived on it. You’d curse and whine but when the orgasm ripped through you, all that slow build released in an instant always had you thanking him.

He said nothing; eyes fixated on only you. You’d fully laid on the bed doing as he asked.

“Yoongi” you whined, the fabric of your dress becoming uncomfortable at your heating skin.

“Mmmhmm” he replied

“Please give me more” You didn’t need more, the spring at your centre was already tightening; you wanted nothing more.

He ignored your request and remained silent. Eyes taking everything in; how your back was arching off the bed, how your whines became longer and more breathless. He let you carry on until your legs began to quiver

“Stop!” You did but more out of surprise than actual obedience.

“I’m not giving you that baby, you know that’s mine”

You’d never tell him but you loved how selfish he’d become; every orgasm he wanted to steal from you. He wanted each one to be caused by him. It killed him to go away and you made damn sure you teased him and drove him crazy when he was; he made damn sure he got you back when you were home.

“You’re cruel!” you panted in defeat hauling yourself off the bed. You straddled his waist the bulge in his trousers pressing against your throbbing core and rocked a few times; stealing a soft moan past your lips.

“And you’re not? He countered.

Fair point

“Tell me why I should untie you?” sucking in your bottom lip

“Because you love it when I fuck you so hard that you scream my name and I can’t do that if I’m tied to a chair can I and I’ve been good for you”

He was not wrong and he knew it.

Kissing him you went behind him and pulled at the knot releasing him. You slid the shirt of his shoulders. He left and made his way to the balcony door unclicking the lock.

What the fuck, now is not the time to get some air

“You coming?” his expression gave nothing away, looking as calm and stoic as he does when resting.

In a huff you crossed your arms pouting

“I thought you were going to fuck me? You’re making me regret untying you”

“I am…on the balcony, so get yourself out here before I drag you out” You stood their blank, your body preparing for the adrenaline you felt start to heat up. You took a few seconds of pondering the consequences of getting caught, before your body took over and went out putting its needs above your better judgement. The sea of still orange hued lights mingled with the specs of headlights moving slowly through the streets.

If you wasn’t so desperate you’d have felt the chill of the breeze lazily swaying in the air. The second your foot hit the cold stone floor you were dragged and pushed hard against the rails, his frustration apparent. Nails biting harder through your dress; hands running up the slit of your dress less than delicately. The tips of your hands tugging at the base of his hair at his neck keeping his lips harsh against yours.

“You’re so wet for me, and you didn’t let me have it” He purred into you.

“It’s all yours now” you dragged his hand through how much you needed him. Your sigh was captured in his mouth, he pressed himself against your body harder pleased with the result.

“You’re just so impatient” you teased. His hand switching and taking control of yours and near enough threw you round pressing your stomach firmly against the cold barrier; hands automatically bracing round the bar as he shoved your dress up and over your ass.

“What if someone see’s, our neighbours have balconies to you know” your voice pitching higher at the end when his hand came down harsh; stinging your behind. Part of you was too far gone to care who saw, but your rational side knew it would be an absolute media shit storm.

“They’ll only see if we take too long, and there’s no way that’s happening baby” his belt brushed against your behind unhooked and undone as he relieved himself from his trousers.

“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m ready Min Yoongi” you warned needing everything from him right now.

“Done” he obliged pulling your hips backs; perfect angle for him to thrust into you.

“You feel so fucking sweet” he panted through a heavy breath.

“Shut up and just make me cum already” you commanded, pushing back into him. You were met with a violent tug your neck was strained, hair pulled back.

“Now who’s impatient” You wordlessly responded clenching around him. His head knocked into the top of your shoulders; faltering.

“God you’re going to end me one of these days” he gurgled at your neck. Time was a non-existent factor, neither of you needed long, the anger, the passion, the alcohol saw to that.

“Tell me your close, cum for me” he panted; knowing he was not going to be able to keep going for much longer.

“Ask me again” you whined, releasing your hand from the rails and ran them up to your clit. His hips starting to buck unevenly.

“Please fucking cum for me, I want to feel you shake around me as you cum…undone” he stuttered.

You were done, crying out expletives into the brisk night whining his name.

“Jesu…”

You were both done. Adrenaline pouring out you. You’d just let one of the biggest hip hop idols fuck you on the balcony of your hotel; and you didn’t get caught.

“I take it we’ve made up fully now” you enquired in a half chuckle.

“I could never stay mad at you. I just want you to be happy, with me and within yourself. Promise me we’ll work on this”

The pair of you looked less like animals and more of a couple enjoying the ethereal skyline together. You were in his arms, gazing into his blown out eyes. Both of your chests slowing down bit by bit.

“I love it when you’re soppy; if only army knew just how much” you toyed. He nudged you from the side.

“I promise I’ll try, be patient with me” finally accepting now you was in the unit with him you needed to sort your shit out.

“Well never stop being a complete closet softie and fucking me like that and we’ll be fine” quickly coating over the seriousness with cheek and humour. Your star move.

“I better start making sure I leave my studio a bit earlier then, can’t have you going without what your incredible ass deserves can I” he tucked your hair behind your ear, resting his forehead against yours.

“Well if I knew all it took for you to say that was me slipping some underwear to you in public I would have done it sooner. You pushed your hands against his chest. Your body fully drained of adrenaline; the pinch of the freeing air was beginning to feel harsh against your skin. He shot you a defeated smirk as you walked past heading in to the warmth of the room.

“I’m going to replace this dress with fluffy pyjama’s seeing as you can’t resist me in it”

He Followed your footsteps into the warmth.

“Baby I can’t resist you in anything, especially! your pink unicorn pyjamas”

“If your hinting for round two you can forget it, I’m exhausted” His hand pinched at your zip unlatching the metal teeth with the other hand edging round your hip.

“I thought that was a pretty good try for me” You Slipped out of the snug dress, it pooling at the floor round your ankles. You unhooked your bra and quickly snuggled yourself in your fluffy top. A mocking wolf whistle left his lips. The daggers you shot him were broken down by your lips which couldn’t do anything but find his sarcasm amusing.

“Fuck you Yoongi” you sniped. Your bag thudding on the floor. Knowing the fake seriousness was non-existed in your pyjama top and nothing else

“Yeah?” He closed the space between you with rapid predator steps. The lack of time stole you your chance to defend yourself. You squealed as you were shoved onto the bed hands pinned above your head.

“I know you’re tired you so I just want you to lay back and let me take care of you, I do promise you’ll be even more tired after you’ve had me between your legs. I just want to hear you whine for me once more” Your eye’s shone brightly absorbing the sparkle that danced in his.

“God I love you” you breathed. His hand trickling over your chest under your top blossoming the goosebumps in a trail of where his hands had been

“But if you don’t hold me all god damn night after this I’ll…” He cut you off, the kiss was hot, hard but full of need and want with a undertone of softness he’d reserved only for you.

“If you take this off I will” He tugged at your jumper lifting it up giving him access to clamp his lips over one of your buds.

“I thought you couldn’t resist me in it?” You teased, his kisses going lower.

“Your skin against mine though feels much better”

“Fine! Now are you going to make me victim of your tongue technology or not”

“You know damn well I will”

#ksmutclub #BTS #networkbangtan #mygsnet #kpopwonderlandtag #bts smut #bts min yoongi #yoongi #sub-bts-network #conjecture #yoongi x reader

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pi-cat000 · 5 years

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MSA: Winged Arthur AU (part 12)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Part 13: here

Arthur freezes, thoughts skipping like a needle on a scratched record. Vivi said ‘Lewis.’ She had said his name. Two years! Two years of trying to jog her memory and she'd said it! Just like that. Arthur transitions from defensive to hopeful like he’s just opened the endorphin flood gates. For a second, nothing else matters.

He leans forward and grasps Vivi’s hand in excitement. The wings along his back rustle with enthusiasm.

“You said Lewis! You remember…You…” And his escalation into euphoric happiness comes to a screeching halt as he properly processes Vivi’s question, her angry expression, her wary body language.

“It’s not like that…” He tries to explain, wondering how to put ‘Lewis just thinks he was murdered and that’s why he’s acting weird’ into words. Arthur still doesn’t know where the accusation came from, and it kind of hurt that Lewis would even think such a thing in the first place. None of that mattered though, because he’d found Lewis.

“I mean…” Arthur strains to think of something to deflect the unspoken accusation.

“…But you remember Lewis…right?” He ends up repeating helplessly because, if Vivi remembered, then she should know Lewis wouldn’t do something so extreme without external motivation.

Vivi draws back, pulling her hands free and crossing them defensively, “No…I don’t. But, I’m ‘retaining’ the name. Uncle Lance said I’ve been having trouble maintaining information about Lewis before now.”

“Oh.” That was…disappointing. Arthur hates how his stomach sinks. “Uncle Lance said that? What else did he say?” His Uncle wasn’t exactly subtle when it came to his discontent about Arthur’s ongoing search for Lewis.

His face must be doing something pathetic because Vivi’s shrewd expression softens. “He said we were good friends before he disappeared. Is Lewis the one we’ve been searching for all this time?”

Arthur tries to swallow, but the action is hard, getting stuck up his windpipe.

“Yeah. Good friends,” He croaks. She doesn’t remember...

“Sorry I couldn’t tell you anything...I tried, but you never remembered any of it.” Man had he tried. At least this is better than nothing. It is a small consolation.

Vivi sighs tiredly, and gives a small smile, “Don’t apologise for that. I’m sorry I gave you a hard time about it. There were definitely instances where I could have been a lot more tactful, especially when we figured my memory loss was the result of some supernatural curse.” Vivi’s smile fades to be replaced with a cautious frown. Her next sentence is subdued and careful, spoken like a person navigating a verbal minefield, “Lance also said that the Lewis we knew would never hurt either of us?”

Oh right. This. Arthur winces.

“That’s not…he didn’t mean to…. It’s complicated.” Said out loud that did sound pretty bad. He swallows again, trying to get his throat to loosen up. Apparently, Vivi thinks so too, because her expression hardens again, and Arthur realises that his most recent spat of downplaying injuries is not working in his favour. Also, his lack of a plausible excuse had pretty much confirmed that Lewis was at fault.

“Complicated? This ‘Lewis’ looked about a second away from burning the both of us to ash.”

“He did what? When?”

Vivi frowns and nods a confirmation, “After you healed me and knocked yourself out, ‘Lewis’ made an appearance and didn’t take too well to me not remembering him. He was pretty quick to the trigger in the blame department. Overemotional even. That’s a wraith trait, and you know it.”

“No. He’s not a wraith...Lewis would never….do that…”

Arthur hesitates. Not too long ago, Arthur had also believed that Lewis would never hurt him, and he’d been proven wrong in that department. This new Lewis had made it pretty apparent that he didn’t hold Arthur’s wellbeing in high regard. If the wings are good for anything, it’s hiding his expression. Arthur finds them up and folded over his head of their own accord, hiding his face from Vivi.

“Have you thought that maybe this Lewis isn’t the same person we’ve been searching for…” Vivi asks slowly, trying to peer around the feathery barrier. Arthur shuffles to maintain cover, and she gives up.

“It’s Lewis,” He mutters stubbornly. He knows that at least.

“I’m not saying it’s not Lewis…. just, maybe, he’s not exactly the same, and we should be careful and approach this like we would any other supernatural creature. Rationally and with a level head.”

It is probably a good suggestion, and the best Arthur can hope for considering the circumstances. Why does it feel like it isn’t enough? Vivi sounds overly cautious like she’s holding back some harsh remarks on his account. If Lewis had acted anything like he when he threw Arthur off that cliff, then she probably was. This isn’t the reunion Arthur envisioned.

“Arthur?”

Vivi touches his shoulder gently to catch his attention.

“You don’t understand!” He bites, standing abruptly, forcing Vivi back with the wings which lift and shuffle, repositioning automatically.

“You know his name, but you don’t remember. Lewis, he isn’t just some guy,” Arthur struggles to find a word to describe just how important this was. How important Lewis was to Vivi. After trying to fill the Lewis shaped hole in Vivi’s life for so long, Arthur had hoped finding Lewis would fix everything. This wasn’t fixed. This was just a mess.

Vivi doesn’t speak, observing him, and he lets out a frustrated breath, turning to stumble towards the kitchen. And now he feels terrible because bringing up Vivi’s memory loss is a dick move.

“Where are you going.”

“To get a glass of water.” One of the wings knock a stack of magazines off the nearby tv-table. It crashes to the floor.

“Here, I’ll help.”

“No. I’ve got it,” He waves her away with his metal arm, pulling the appendage clear of any additional obstacles. The living room isn’t exactly spacious, so it takes a lot of unsteady manoeuvring.

Behind him, he hears Vivi sigh again.

It looks like she is going to drop her line of questioning for now. Oh, he knows he is not off the hook, not by a long shot. But, Vivi is probably not going to push him when he’s acting so prickly. Arthur just…doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about any of this. He definitely doesn’t want to think about how he’s missed his chance at a smooth introduction and that Vivi probably hates Lewis now.

The kitchen offers a distraction, and Arthur scans the space wondering how he’s going to get water when the area is so narrow. Like the living room, the kitchen’s window is also covered in blue plastic and duct tape. There is a small pile of swept up broken glass beneath it, which Arthur notes so he doesn’t accidentally step in it.

Whatever else Vivi might have said is put on hold when his Uncle’s confused voice sounds from the adjacent room.

“We’re in here,” Vivi calls over her shoulder, attention still on Arthur, watching him clumsily navigate around the bench and chairs. The kitchen is too cluttered to comfortably accommodate him, forcing him to twist to the side.

A second later, his Uncle appears, eyes immediately searching for Arthur, a scowl of concern flickering to relief, “Yeh up? I was worried, one of these days yeh gonna give me a heart attack.”

However, before Arthur can respond, Lance turns to Vivi, commenting “Yeh might want to take a look at this,” walking up the window and ripping free the plastic covering. Outside, instead of desert and highway road, is a forest of unnaturally pale, white coloured trees. The plants twist out of the ground like long fingers, reaching for the sky. Small pink buds grow in amongst the many branches. Each tree gives off an ethereal glow, providing the scene with eerie lighting.

“Was workin on coverin up the window’s out back and I turn away for a second and when I look back there’s a forest. Just appeared outa nowhere.”

Both he and Vivi stare.

“Those books say anything about this?”

Note: Sorry guys, the emotionally charged dialogue will have to wait. The plot has arrived.

Part 13: here

#MSA #mystery skulls animated #arthur kingsmen #Vivi Yukino #winged arthur #talking about stuff #this fic has a plot now #arthur's just happy to have Lewis back #Vivi's haveing none of it #references to injury #injury #fanfiction

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cluttermind · 4 years

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Without A Parachute (3/?) - No Judgment

Summary: Emma worked tremendously hard to give herself a better chance. From group homes, to living in her car, to ivy league student, this English Major’s only solace was escaping her reality through books. One night, Emma comes home to find a small package with only her name on it written in beautiful calligraphy. The package contains a thick, brown leather journal. Emma soon learns that the fiction she writes in the journal eventually becomes reality. Will Emma learn to control this gift, or will she fall too fast into the temptation to change too much? With the help of her good friends August, Robin, and Elsa, and the mysterious, intriguing bartender of The Jolly Roger, Emma discovers just how easy it is to lose control, and how difficult it is to pick up the pieces.

Rating: M

Words: 10,482 total / 3,335 Ch 3

Read on ao3: Beginning | Current

Note: Thought it was time to finally post this here! Thanks for reading friends! I hope you like this one - I had a lot of fun (maybe too much fun) writing it. Here's a little fun fluff and sweetness and lots of pop culture references before things get ~interesting~ Next week will probably be a hiatus while I finish up some [online] finals but a LOT happens in ch 4 so I hope you stay with me. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Chapter 3

“No Judgment”

I can be your lover or your shoulder to cry on

You can be whoever you like

When you're with me, no judgement

You can get that from everyone else

You don't have to prove nothing

- Nial Horan, No Judgement

Emma worked at the bookstore all day on Friday. Being there always made her feel a little better. She was surrounded by books and all the things Belle brought back from her excursions. Bell had recently gotten a new shipment from an independent publisher she had recently found. Rose and Petal Books, while stocking many popular titles, had an extensive collection of lesser-known novels from independent publishers along with a plethora of local authors.

One book in particular caught her eye and there was only one copy sent in the box. The book was bound in a soft, brown leather with its title engraved and filled with gold foil on the cover in beautiful cursive. Into The Page . There was no barcode to scan for inventory.

“That’s odd.” Emma commented to herself, turning the thick book over in her hands. She opened it up to skim the pages and noticed that it was a journal filled with handwritten content. Something about the book felt faintly familiar. While the title was beautiful, there wasn’t anything remarkable about it. She figured it might have been someone’s manuscript that was sent to the publisher that got mixed in by accident.

“Hey Belle,” she called to her boss who was at the register, reading.

“Find something interesting?” Belle asked as she walked over to where Emma was in the back room.

“I think they accidentally sent us someone’s manuscript?” Emma handed her the journal.

“Hm. That is interesting.” Belle gently flipped through the book. “I’ll call the publisher tomorrow. It’s getting late, why don’t you head home for the night.”

Emma looked at the clock. It was 8:00, only an hour till closing anyway. “Sure. I’ll see you next week?” Belle nodded and gave Emma a quick hug. Before leaving, she hung up her apron and turned her phone back on. Emma usually turns her phone off during work and uses the time as an escape from everything. There were a few texts coming into her group chat about the meeting Elsa and Robin were at. Essentially the meeting was going to run long, lots of signs needed to be made before Sunday’s protest about something or other. Emma wasn’t really up-to-date on this particular one. August offered to come help because he was bored.

There was a text from her roommate Sarah to her and Claire that came in half an hour ago.

Sarah to group: Hey, Josh is coming over to cook me dinner and you know ;) can y’all stay out till like midnight? Maybe 1 if things go really well ;) Don’t want any distractions tonight ladies

Claire to group: Yeah I’m staying with Danielle tonight - we’re hitting up the Alpha Delta Pi party tonight

Emma sighed. Her friends were busy and she wasn't in the mood to spend hours making posters and signs after working all day. But the library would be open for a while longer. She could use the computers and scroll through Reddit for a few hours.

Emma to group: Sure thing. Have fun :)

Then she remembered someone she could waste some time with. She walked towards The Jolly Roger and opened the door. It was starting to get crowded but it wasn’t too hectic yet. Emma made her way to the bar and noticed Ruby there along with a man she hadn’t met yet.

“Hey Ruby,” Emma said, smiling. She and Ruby had gotten to know each other since they had first met at the pub. Ruby was a junior majoring in art. She also hated Macroeconomics, the class they were in together, but it was filling a graduation requirement. They studied together a few times and always ended up begging Killian for free food. Emma always ended up paying though, sneaking the money under the plate before she left.

“Hey! Looks like you’re in better spirits today. You okay?” Ruby responded, referencing the previous night that Emma would very much like to forget.

“Nothing that sleep couldn’t fix,” she lied. While the initial shock of yesterday was gone, the pain, the anger, the self-doubt still lingered.

“If you’re looking for the Captain he’s upstairs.”

“What?” Blush rose to Emma’s face.

“Killian. He’s upstairs. Took the night off. Just take the stairs behind the bar, walk two floors up and you’ll be at his door. I’m sure he won’t mind!” Ruby explained.

“Oh. Thanks.” Emma headed up the stairs, and hesitated at the door. Through it she could hear the sound of a guitar strumming. Maybe he didn’t want company. Maybe he’d rather be alone. Maybe he didn’t want to see her . She could just go back and sit at the bar and talk to Ruby for a while. They weren’t super close but she could find things for them to talk about. It was also getting busy downstairs though. Pull it together Emma. She knocked on the door.

The sound of the guitar stopped and seconds later Killian opened the door. He was surprised and happy to see her. “Hello, Swan. What brings you here? A little early for a booty call no?” Killian grinned, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Oh it’s never too early,” Emma played along staring right at Killian who was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed at his chest. “My roommate sexiled me and I needed somewhere to crash for a while.”

Killian stepped aside to let her in. He was wearing just a plain black v-neck t-shirt and grey joggers. It was odd seeing him out of his work attire - a black button down with two buttons undone at the top and dark, a black vest, and slim-fitted jeans. He watched her as she walked in and closed the door, distracted by her being.

“Sexiled?” Killian teased. “Well if you insist, love. Can’t leave a beautiful woman unsatisfied now, could we?” Emma slapped his arm.

“You know what it means. Sarah kicked me out so she could fuck her boyfriend without interruption. Honestly the warning was appreciated because even my ear buds can’t tune her out.” Emma explained. She took her jacket off and draped it over a stool at Killian’s kitchen Island. His apartment was beautiful. It was an open concept with a gorgeous kitchen, a beautiful island, a ridiculously comfortable sectional, with an oversized chase at one end and a large TV mounted to the wall. Speakers were all over. The doors to his bedroom with glass french doors, making the one-bedroom apartment look bigger than it is. “Sorry for not texting before, I thought you’d be working and was coming to sit at the bar for a while. Ruby told me you were up here.”

“No worries, love. I quite enjoy the company,” Killian said, moving to flop down on the chaise part of the couch. “And it’s clear that you find me so irresistible that you just had to see me tonight instead of one of your other friends.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Oh I can resist you just fine. Everyone else was busy.”

“Ouch!” Killian feigned pain, his hand going to his heart. “So I was your second choice.”

“4th actually.” Emma teased.

“Keep telling yourself that.” He winked and patted the spot next to him. “How about a movie? Anything in particular you’re interested in watching?”

Emma kicked her boots off and flopped down next to him. They were so close their arms and legs were touching. He nudged her foot playfully and he turned on the TV and opened Netflix. She shrugged against him. “Whatever you’re watching is fine. I don’t want to disrupt your evening.”

“You’re not disrupting anything, love.” Killian responded, handing her the remote. “Snacks?” He got up, taking the warmth of his body with him and Emma suddenly missed the closeness.

“When have I ever turned down food?” Killian laughed. She adored the sound of his laugh. It always made her smile. Emma scrolled through Killian’s watch list on Netflix. Ozark, The Witcher, The West Wing, Grey’s Anatomy . The last one made Emma giggle under her breath. So Mr. Bartender is a Grey’s fan. She made a mental note to tease him about that later. Not like she was the one to speak though. Ever since August let her use his Netflix account she’s been on that binge as well. Killian tossed a bag of popcorn in the microwave. “How was your day?” Emma asked, genuinely caring about the answer.

Killian groaned. “Infuriating. It was a lot of inventory and ordering and arguing to get things here on time. I prefer working the bar to that any day. How was yours?”

“Eh, it was fine. I spent all day working down at The Rose and Petal.”

“The bookstore?”

“Yup.”

“Aye, my grandad loved it there. Belle still owns it?”

“She does. Your grandfather lives here? What’s his name? Maybe I’ve seen him.”

Killian leaned back against the island, gripping it a little tighter as his eyes moved from Emma to the floor. “Nah, love. He used to live here. He passed away 2 years ago, just after I opened the pub.”

Emma’s face softened. “Killian, I’m so sorry.”

He looked up at Emma. “He was a professor at Cornell. In the English department actually.” He tilted his head and smiled a bit. “You remind me a bit of him.”

Emma smiled back. “How so?”

“He loved academia and his research and teaching. He always had a book in his hand. Sometimes he’d lose all track of the world around him when he was working or reading. He was a fountain of useless knowledge. He knew little about music but always asked me what I was listening to, only took his coffee black except for at the pub, and asked me how my day was every time I saw him and always cared about what the answer was.” Killian reminisced. He had spent nearly every summer growing up in Ithaca with his grandma and granddad. Killian still couldn’t believe that he’s gone. “He always made me smile and loved telling me about what he was reading. He was my best friend.”

“He sounds wonderful.” Emma noted, blush creeping to her cheeks feeling both sad for Killian’s loss and flattered at the sentiment that she reminded me of someone he clearly loved so deeply. When Emma wasn’t physically at The Jolly Roger or with her friends or at work, she was usually texting Killian. They talked about nonsense most of the time but there was something comforting seeing his name pop up on her phone after long days. In retrospect, she wasn’t surprised that it was him she made her way to last night when life had shaken her to her core. Emma knew he’d be the one to help her hold the broken pieces together. If she was being honest with herself, it still felt as if those pieces were scattered on the floor. And from the look in his eyes, she could tell he had some pieces there as well.

“Aye. Wonderful.” Killian said. Although it was unclear who exactly he was talking about as he looked at her. Just then the microwave went off, breaking his trance. He opened the hot bag and poured the popcorn into a bowl. “So what’re we watching?” He asked, reaching to grab and open a bottle of wine.

“Well I saw this really fascinating documentary on sharks the other day that I wanted to show you.” Emma explained.

“Sharks, huh? What about them?” KIllian asked, intrigued.

Emma brightened, and animatedly explained the general plot. “So there’s this group of sharks that are living in the water around New York City. And there’s this big storm that’s coming, but no one is listening to the people telling them about the storm so of course no one prepares for the storm. So two tornadoes form over the water picking up all the sharks -”

“Emma.” Killian interrupts her, turning to look at her. “That’s the plot of Sharknado.”

“Sharknado 2: The Second One actually.” She corrects him.

“We are not watching Sharknado 2.” Killian says, chuckling. He hands her a glass of white wine which she accepts as he takes his place on the couch next to her.

“Sharknado 1?”

“Swan.”

“You mean to tell me you have no desire to watch Ian Ziering fight some flying CGI sharks?” She joked. She was clearly teasing him, enjoying the way he laughed at her ridiculous suggestions. Truth be told she’s seen all the movies multiple times. Who doesn’t love a flying CGI shark and an awful romance plot? Emma and her friends had multiple drunk movie nights last semester to watch them all. They provided a good laugh.

Killian laughed. “Aye, how about a real movie?”

“A REAL movie?” Emma feigned offense. “Clearly you have no respect for low-budget disaster films.” She grabbed a handful of popcorn, popping some into her mouth.

Killian nudged her playfully. “I think the low budget disaster movies have no respect for the viewers.”

“That’s the point! But fine.” Emma paused, thinking of a movie. “How about Sharknado 3: Oh Hell No?”

“Again with the flying sharks! You know that you have not listed a single shark documentary yet, love.” Killian jokes, taking a sip of wine.

“What about The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society?” Emma said, taking some popcorn. “It’s one of my favorites. Also Sharknado 4: The 4th Awakens, Sharknado 5: Global Swarming, and The Last Sharknado: It’s About Time are just not as good as the first three so I’m out of flying shark suggestions.” Killian stared at her, jaw nearly hitting the floor at the absurdity of the existence of 6 Sharknado movies and the fact that Emma has clearly seen them all. But her actual suggestion was sincere. It was an intriguing story of love and war and literature that Emma had seen at least 10 times. It reminded her of the power that books had.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Killian said eventually, choosing to let the Sharknado movies go. He searched for the film on Netflix and hit play when he found it.

About 20 minutes and a glass of wine later, Emma had snuggled closer to Killian. Partially for warmth, partially because her body reacted instinctively to his being so close. Killian, feeling that Emma was cold against him, reached behind them to grab a blanket, tossing it over them and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She leaned in closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder.

Her favorite film about writers and readers and the power of literature and love pulled all of the pain of the events of yesterday back to the surface. The weight of her professor’s words were sitting on her chest like a boulder and she couldn’t bear that weight alone anymore Eventually, Emma spoke softly. “I didn’t tell you the whole story last night.” The words spilled effortlessly out of her mouth. There was something about Killian that made her feel safe.

Killians eyes stayed on the movie as he rubbed his thumb reassuringly over her shoulder. “Aye, I figured.” He wasn’t about to push her to tell him. He wanted to let her know that he saw her and that she could some to him on her own terms.

“Professor Gold told me I shouldn’t be a writer. That I don’t have what it takes and that I should consider another career.” This caught Killian’s attention. He shifted so he was looking right at her.

“What?!” Killian’s accent was thick with concern.

“He was apparently doing me a favor.” Her eyes were wet. Control was slipping from her grasp. She desperately needed to let go. Emma had tried so desperately to tell herself that none of her professor’s words mattered, to pretend like they didn’t affect her. Truth be told, she barely slept last night, constantly being woken up by recurring thoughts that he was right, that she wasn’t good enough, that she was a fraud.

“What kind of person thinks that’s a bloody favor?” Killian interrupted the tightening spiral of her thoughts.

Emma paused, letting the spiral start to slowly unwind. “What if he’s right?” She whispered. The question she’d been asking herself she had finally said out loud. A single tear escaped from her eye that Killian was quick to wipe away.

“He’s wrong. And you’re too stubborn to let him be right.”

“I just - I don’t know if I can do this.” Emma fell apart. She had held everything together until this moment. She didn’t know if she had what it took to survive Cornell. She didn’t have the support system most people had and she certainly didn’t have the resources others did growing up. Her average grades weren’t helping her imposter syndrome. What if she was here by mistake? What if she would never be good enough? What if she didn’t deserve to be here? Tears escaped her eyes faster than Killian could wipe them away.

Killian pulled her close, rubbing her back. “Shhh, love. Shhh. Yes you can.” He kissed the top of her head. Why? He had absolutely no idea. He hoped it would comfort her. “You made it this far. You got here. You got to this point. Fuck what Gold says. Fuck what anyone says.” Emma let herself relax into his arms locked tightly around her as she choked on sobs, tears falling to his shirt.

Then Killian remembered what his brother used to say to him when he was struggling. “You get to make your own choices. Make them based on what makes you happy.” He gently brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Does writing make you happy?”

Emma looked up at him. “It’s the only thing that makes me happy.”

“Oi, now I’m slightly offended!” He joked, smiling at her.

Emma tried to fight the smile pulling at her lips. “Your ego is ridiculous.”

“But I got you to smile, no?”

“You always do.” Emma wasn’t joking anymore. The way he looked at her made her heart skip beats and the way he cared for her scared the hell out of her. Something about Killian drew her to him and she didn’t doubt he felt the same. He ensured she was fed during late night studying and provided distractions when she needed a break. It was Killian she found herself going to when she needed to scream to someone.

They returned their attention to the film. While Killian had no idea what was going on, Emma was mesmerized, whispering some of her favorite lines under her breath along with the movie. Killian spent more time watching her than the move, enamored by the way she memorized her favorite parts, the way her brow furrowed when characters she didn’t like appeared, the way she gently hit his chest to shush him every time he attempted to ask what was happening or who a particular character was.

Eventually the movie ended. Emma reluctantly sat up, sighing as she removed herself from Killian’s arms and the warmth of his body.

“Thank you for letting me interrupt your evening. It was nice to be in a bubble for a bit and feel something other then . . . I don’t even know.” Emma said quietly. Killian turned to look at her.

“Then stay in the bubble for a while longer, love.” He held his arm out to her and she settled against him. Emma rested her head on Killian’s chest, draping her arm around his waist. His fingers traced lazy circles on her back. He wanted to be her escape, her bubble where things were good and where she could cry if she needed to. And she had the urge to be his.

For a while they laid like that - content in each other’s arms, clueless to the world around them, shutting out all the pain they both felt. In time they fell asleep for the most restful night either of them had in a long time.

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somekind0fmagic · 4 years

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Chapter 3. Snakes and Lions Aren’t Good With Each Other

I do not own Harry Potter or the characters made by the terf, I mean JK Rowling

Next chapter will be mostly the ride back and some sibling love between Lily and Albus

( Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 )

Chapter 3 Snakes and Lions Aren’t Good With Each Other

It had been almost 9 weeks since Albus's argument with James. Now everyone in his family but Victoire ignored him. When she had found out she immediately went to Albus and talked to him. Basically saying that, at least to her, his house didn't matter. That she had really good friends in Slytherin and that if he needed anything he could go to her. She even added that his friends could too. He told her thank you and that he was grateful for that. And before leaving him to go to class, she hugged him tight and told him everything would be alright.

That was when she became his favorite cousin.

But not much after that he got a letter from his parents. Apparently James had written to their parents, saying some BS about him. But on the good side, Victoire had written to them as well and they believed her when she told them that he was the same kid as when he was dropped off. The letter they sent mostly just said how he should just ignore James and go on with school.

He knew that there would be a talk when he got home, even though they said there wouldn't be.

He was happiest when he got Lily's letter. He missed his little sister dearly. She was happy that he wasn't a Gryffindor because it makes him special. She went on about how her life has been at school. About how she hates the school uniforms but loved everything else about her. Her favorite class was English and her least favorite would probably be Maths, only because it confuses her.

His favorite part of the letter was the photo she sent. She was on the beach with some of her friends. 2 he recognized but the other he didn't.

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Albus and Scorpius were up in the stands, talking with each other about different quidditch teams while Anneliese was down by the locker room, hyping up her brothers, Aidan, Antonio, Derek, and Dominick. "My favorite quidditch team is either the Holyhead Harpies or the Appleby Arrows."

"I feel like I have to like the Holyhead Harpies because my mum was on the team, but still, they're bloody excellent. So, either them or the Kenmare Kestrels I don't totally know"

"My dad owns the Appleby Arrows so that's probably why I like them so much." Albus nodded at Scorpius's comment.

"Y'know, having to hype up 4 of your older siblings isn't fun. Especially when one thinks he's too good to be hyped up. Like please, you're a shitty person and a shitty player who grabs the snitch way too early."

The two boys looked over at the older girl. "What do you mean?"

She sighed, "Dominick is the seeker and he always thinks that he's better than everyone else at the game. Like, if he gets the snitch, we are usually behind and it only gives us like, a 10 point lead. It's so stupid."

"Your brother or the game?"

She laughed, "Both."

Albus sighed before scrunching his face in confusion, "Off of subject, Anneliese, why didn't you tell me it was your birthday last month?"

She shrugged, "You were caught up in everything with Potter and happy that your sister was constantly writing to you, I just didn't seem important. Plus, I share a birthday with Potter, no way is that good."

"Oh, okay," He didn't bring the topic back up, but he knew there had to be a bigger reason since her siblings didn't say anything either.

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The game had been going on for 6 hours. It was sometime after 4. Neither team had seen the snitch.

"500-190, Gryffindor in the lead. Slytherins seeker needs to get the snitch and put an end to their misery." Majority of the Slytherins audibly groaned when they heard Maily Jordan give that announcement. She wasn't wrong, for Slytherin to have a sliver of a chance to win the game he needed to catch the snitch, and soon.

A sigh escaped Anneliese's lips, "She's right y'know. If he doesn't catch the snitch soon, we'll just look even more like failures when it comes to quidditch."

Albus looked at her with confusion, "What do you mean?"

Scorpius was the one who sighed this time, "Slytherin hasn't won a single game in 5 years. They almost won the games last year but the other seeker for the other houses kept getting the snitch."

"Oh...I never knew that."

"Not surprising, you're James Potter's younger brother, doubt he would let that be known." Albus just simply shrugged at Anneliese but then let out a scream with the rest of the Slytherins when it was announced that Ravenclaw's seeker caught the snitch.

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Scorpius and Albus waited for Madam Hooch to come out of her office for class, talking to Anneliese because she broke her arm (on accident of course) and couldn't do the class. They had been waiting for the past 10 minutes. "Ey, Malfoy, I'm still surprised that they let your kind in."

The two boys looked over at who said it. Oxford Wilde was standing next to Rose and Connie Wood. Albus glared at him, "What do you want?"

"Nothing from you, just Malfoy. Tell me, what is it like to have a father who's a werewolf?"

"My dad's not a werewolf! Besides, what's bad about a werewolf? There was a Gryffindor who was one!" His voice went higher than its normal sound.

"He's not wrong Ox, not all people who are werewolves are bad! In fact-"

"Awe, need to share you information about useless things Rosie?"

She gave him a dirty look, "You need to tell Lily to talk to James more."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you're going to corrupt her with your thoughts! Convince her that we're the bad guys!"

Albus scoffed, "Just because she looks up to me doesn't mean she'll think that! Get over yourself Rose!"

He moved to grab his wand, but before he could reach his, she grabbed her wand and shouted, "Locomotor Mortis!"

He felt his legs lock together and he tried to move. He didn't know the countercurse. The one time he needed Anneliese she wasn't there. So all he could do was send a jinx her way, "Tarantallegra!"

Unfortunately for Albus, she knew the counter-jinx for what he threw at her, but fortunately for him Scorpius fired the counter-curse to the Leg-Lock curse. "Everte Statum!" Albus flew back serval feet, hitting his head on a tree. He pushed himself up and tried to walk towards her, but she yelled another spell at him, "Flipendo!" He was pushed back into the tree. Ears were ringing and everything blurry. He faintly heard more spells being fired and then a whistle being blown.

He felt someone's arms grab him from behind and hoisting him up. Not knowing who it was until he heard the voice, almost as if it was yelling in his ear. "C'mon Mr. Potter, let's get you to the Hospital Wing."

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Albus blinked his eyes, adjusting them to the brightness of the Hospital Wing. "Madam Pomfrey! He's up! You had us worried Al, I thought we might have to send a letter to your parents or something."

"L, you're rushing, I can barely understand what you're saying. And can you help me up?" To him, it felt like he was yelling, but in reality, he was just whispering.

She carefully wrapped her arms under him and pulled him up. "I'm sorry Al, I was just really scared. Hooch and I came back to see you against a tree, blood coming down from your head." She pulled away and then smiled, "You've never called me 'L' before. I like it."

Before he could reply Madam Pomfrey walked over, "That was quite a fight you got yourself into Mr. Potter. How're feeling?"

He shrugged, "I'm okay, I think. Just a massive headache."

"That is to be expected. Well, let me just check some things out and then I can send you on your way." He nodded and let her do what she needed to.

"I have to go, lunch is almost over and I have to head down to History of Magic." Anneliese stood up, grabbing her bag, "I'll see you later." She walked out of the room and he flinched lightly when the door shut.

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The fight happened 5 days ago, he had been up for 4. Rose had detention until Christmas break. "It's what she deserves. I think she deserves longer though, but hey, that's me." Was what Anneliese told him when he told her that he was unsure if that much as really needed. It was breakfast and they were waiting for mail and it was almost as like it was magic, the mail came. Scorpius only got a copy of the paper, Annelies got a letter from her mother and cousins from Bulgaria, Albus got a letter from his mother, Aunt Hermione, Lily, and Teddy. He opened Teddy's first, as he never really wrote to him, well, he didn't write to anyone.

Albus,

Hey, heard what Rose did to you, hope you're doing good. Hermione and Ron are livid at her for that, no doubt she'll get a howler from them soon haha. Hope you're 1st year is going good, I actually am happy that you're a Slytherin, makes you...unique. Vic told me that she's been helping you out with things, she didn't say what 'things' were, but then again, I didn't ask. Well, I have no clue on what to say honestly, so just have a good couple of weeks until Christmas, I'll see you then.

Teddy

When Albus finished reading the letter he looked over at the Hufflepuff table, his cousin was talking to some of her friends. He then looked to the Gryffindor table, his family were all joking and laughing with each other. Fred made eyesight with him and gave him a small wave. Albus returned it, Fred was the only one who he used to talk to that didn't really become a dick. But they never really talked as he was always with James.

Albus went back to his letters, opening the one from his aunt next.

Dear Albus,

Hello dear, I know I never write to you and I am sorry that it is only because of this situation. Your Uncle Ron and I will be having a serious conversation with Rose when you all come back for Christmas break. But I wanted to apologize myself, I feel like it's my fault that she is acting like this. I thought I raised her to be better than this, to not pick fights with someone just because of their house. She says that you've 'changed' since becoming a Slytherin, from what I've heard from what your mother is saying from the letters you've been sending to your sister, I highly doubt that. Well, I can't wait to see you in a few week and once again I am very sorry for Rose's actions.

Wish you the best,

Aunt Hermione

He placed that aside and opened his mother's letter,

Albus,

I have no clue when you are getting this, but this morning your father and I got a letter from Professor McGonagall saying that you got into a fight with your cousin. She said how Rose claimed you attacked her first, some agreeing with her, but the majority disagreeing. Your sister is very worried about you and is trying to grab the paper from me to write to you. I always forget how much she looks up to you Albus, it makes me happy that at least 2 of my kids are getting along.

In other news, your father said that plans for the 20th anniversary since the end of the war event at the ministry is already starting to be planned. He was wanting me to ask you if he wanted us to write to McGonagall to get you out of school to come with us, you don't have to of course.

How has your year been too? You never write to us and I've been getting worried, even if you're just saying everything is okay and you're happy, please just write.

Love,

Your mother

"My mum is mad at me for not writing."

"Same here Al, mine even threatened me." Anneliese and Albus laughed while Scorpius looked confused while reading the paper.

He grabbed the last letter and opened it.

Hey Albie! How has school been? Anneliese? Scorpius? Mum just told me about the fight with Rose, are you okay? I hope you are. School for me has been hard, I lost two friends. They called me weird for having a big family.But in other news, I broke my arm. So I'm sorry that this looks weirdly written, I'm using my left hand.

Mum says that you go on Christmas break in 3 weeks. So three weeks until I see you again! I'm excited, I wanna hear all about Hogwarts and your friends and what Slytherin House is like!

Hugo and I got into a fight, currently on no speaking terms. I don't like not speaking to him, actually, I'm gonna stop writing and go apologize!

Bye Albie!

Love your sister Lily

He smiled when reading her letter, he really missed his sister. He mostly just missed her chaotic energy and everything about it.

"Damn, Arrows lost their last match."

He looked up to Scorpius, "Good then the Kestrels have a chance at going to the World Cup." He gave Scorpius a smug smile before bursting into laughing. "Anyways, break is in like, 3 weeks. What're you guys gonna do?"

"Cry because I have to deal with all 14 of my siblings. You?"

Albus laughed, "Probably hang with my little sister and see how my cousin who is at Beauxbatons is doing."

"I'm doing nothing." They all laughed when Scorpius spoke.

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olla-village · 4 years

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Language biography -My Chinese adventure

1. Here I am 18 years old

So, here I am, 18 years old confused monolingual… Finished my community college just to realize that I hate spending so much time in front of computer screens, writing code at nights, powered by coffee and greasy junk food.

18 years old meant that I was an adult, at least both I and law of the country agreed on that… I could buy cigarettes, alcohol and tickets to other countries even if my parents were against it. I didn’t need to ask anyone’s permission. It felt like freedom. Freedom comes with responsibility, but that’s the whole different story.

2. It was time for something big It was time for something big.But for what? When I was younger I liked to travel to nearby cities by busses and hitchhiking. It was a mixture of being lost, on purpose… and finding something new after every trip. Traveling was my form of learning and escaping from problems at the same time.

This time I was really lost.No direction. Hitchhiking for a week didn’t help. Yes, I tried. I needed a new medicine. I tried, like many of us nowadays, to find the answer online. Almighty Google knows it all.I didn’t know what to ask. So I decided to look at my bookmarks.

There was a website I read for more than 4 years. Or so. I guess. It is called Magazeta. They also do a podcast. Not some goofy cast, but LaowaiCast. They discuss everything about China through the eyes of laowais, speak Chinese fluently and seem to have all kinds of fun there in the mysterious country.

3. I decided to join them

I decided to become one of them, join this strange tribe. To become a laowai. A proper living in China laowai. And not an expat, who just hangs out with westerners, but a Chinese-speaking laowai. I figured out how much money I needed to study Chinese for a year, found 2 jobs that’d allow me to earn enough in 3 months. June, July and August. I became a taxi-driver, and began to work at a construction site. Not bad for a guy who majored in programming, eh? At least, there were no computers.At all. No screens, not even sunscreen. None of that, nada! I kept researching my new dreamland, China. Almighty Google told me that for my budget and for language learning Top2 options were Tianjin because Mandarin there is very standard, but it is cheaper than Beijing and Shenzhen, the most Mandarin-speaking city in Guangdong. I chose Shenzhen. It’s tropical and close to Hong Kong. I watched many Hong Kong movies as a kid and was interested in Kung Fu.

After working for 14 hours a day for 3 months I hated my jobs enough and was ready to fly to my dreamland. So I did. I kissed my parents and my girlfriend good bye and started my new scary laowai adventure. 4. I didn’t learn Chinese before went to China I didn’t learn any Chinese before I went to Shenzhen because I read online that it’d destroy my pronunciation forever. So I followed advice of someone Almighty Google led me too. I was proud that I would’t learn broken pronunciation. Stupid. After a few, quite a few days of trains and planes, I arrived in Shenzhen. It was another planet. Humid, incomprehensible, green, terrifying and extremely friendly. No Kung Fu skills required. Beginner friendly.

I ordered a service of an interpreter who would meet me in the airport and help me to get to the hotel, the first and the last time in my life. He was quite surprised when I asked if he has a knife or at least keys when we got to an ATM. It was hard to explain why I sewed my bank-card in my pocket, but he understood that in my country people like to pick pockets. Not the best advertisement for a country, but I was determined and didn’t want to let thieves destroy my plan. 5. Soon I didn’t go to lessons at all So I got a dorm room, figure out where I can buy pillow and started to learn Chinese in class, but soon I found that I was not able to say tones right and I was late for my writing classes on purpose, to skip that annoying dictation where I’d make a mistake in every character. Soon I didn’t go to lessons at all. I joined Wing Chun classes and hung out with other laowais and Chinese folks instead. My roommate also taught me some Chinese, especially survival kind of stuff or how to ask for cigarettes on the street, his teaching skills were particularly awesome when he was drunk. Sometimes when I met my classmates in campus they asked me why I gave up on learning Chinese, I said that I don’t go to classes, but I still learn Chinese. I hated that one guy who said he learns Chinese just to read stuff and that he doesn’t care about speaking since there’s no reason to talk with Chinese people, what a prick! I don’t hate him anymore. At that time I called my approach “just learn”. It meant learning without homework and tone drills. 6. Laowai life was fun I spent 4 months like this. I was so busy practicing wing chun, playing football, buying fake shoes, hanging out and exploring Shenzhen that sometimes I forgot to eat for 2 or 3 days. That’s why I sometimes stole my roommate’s sushi that he’d get for free every night. Thanks to well-cooking people who lived in the girls’ dormitory, I was never hungry. I think I looked so skinny they just wanted to feed me on the level of instincts… Long story short, laowai life was fun, colorful and cheap for those who lived in campus. At least, it was for me. For 4 months or so. And then it was over. The End. Game over. I had to go back home for what I call family reasons. I didn’t finish my 1 year Mandarin course. It was also hard to get my deposit money back, but I did. It was really good for my Mandarin skills. My WeChat was full of contacts. I packed all the tea, gifts I got from strangers in my friend’s dorm and stinky clothes. I was and wasn’t ready to leave. I told my friends that I’d be back for sure, which I doubted.

The END or To be Continued? That is the question. At that moment, I connected language to living in that country. 7. I missed China and Chinese Don’t live in China = don’t learn Chinese. So, obviously I gave up learning languages and broke up with my girlfriend. Luckily, I found a lazy job where I could play my phone almost all the time. For several months I just lived in my memories about China and felt some hole growing inside me. I didn’t understand where it was coming from. One cannot go and live abroad and then come back to the farm and pretend it didn’t happen. It is going to change anyone, no matter how hard this naïve person is trying to ignore it. I needed to fill that emptiness. I tried a few things. They didn’t work. Until one day I saw an ad about learning Chinese just by listening. Like literally sitting on my bottom, which I was already doing, I was even getting paid for that, and learning… Chinese! The language of my dream/nostalgia land. I was nowhere near fluency at that moment. Upperbeginner at best. I missed China and Chinese Pod became my new way to connect to the land of rice and cuteness. That emptiness inside was filled. Except for … it wasn’t. But things were getting better, way better. I felt alive again. Or maybe it was that nice Turkish coffee I was drinking while I listened to Chinese Pod? Then I thought that just listening, even good listening was not enough for that hole somewhere inside me. So I thought I need… people! But I still wanna sit on my bottom so if I find people online, I don’t need to spend extra time after job. Multitasking for the win. 8. I started my new job I found hellotalk and some similar apps with similar names. Hellotalk was the best one, but at that time it was slow, sometimes a message was sent 4 hours or a day later, so I stole people from there by asking their whatsApp number. I started to realize that the missing ingredient in my life, besides people, was Chinese language. I also realized that escapism and dreaming about faraway lands was not an ideal solution. In search of a perfect combination of people and languages, I decided to join a university. I wanted to study Chinese, but they told me that they have teachers, but not so many students want to learn Chinese. Interpretation was not available that year. What a weird year! The only choice was teaching English, which sounded tasty at that moment, since I also wanted to change my job at that moment. I asked for all the details about exams and stuff. It was nice except for the fact that that stinking girl tricked me and I was preparing for master degree entrance exams instead of what I really needed because I was the first one who wanted to join that university that year and she didn’t really know what to tell me. It was a surprise, but I passed it super well, like top2 or something. Probably because I prepared for something way more difficult, thanks to that stinking girl. My score was a big surprise for me, since I’ve never been a top student. At the same time I started my new job. I was a tutor. Teaching kids English.1 on 1. Learning my major by practice. It was awesome. Language became my bread and peanut butter. 9. I found my jam. It was olla. But I still needed jelly! Peanut butter sandwiches are fine, but they’re nothing like peanut butter jelly ones!

That Sunday I planned to have some rest for my brain and body. So I got a lot of nesquik and scrolled mindlessly through countless web pages full of memes and stupid videos. Until I saw an ad for a language learning app on some page where people who learn English hang out. In comments I read that most users were Chinese. These comments were written in a negative tone, but for me it was pure treasure. Here, I found my jam. It was olla. By that time, hellotalk and its clones were deleted and forgotten for a long time, but I gave olla as much of my precious SD storage and space on the screen as it wanted. I liked it for no particular reason, as I thought back then. Now I do understand that other apps couldn’t provide this kind of sense of community as olla did. It was alive, lively and vivid.

10. It was addictive

It was a perfect place for me to practice my languages. My way to do it was to provoke people, often it meant arguing with them. I learned to be provocative in many languages. I also learned to pretend to be from different countries. The most difficult one was Australia. Controversy and gossip were my fuel. It was not just any drama, it was international. Better than Argentinian TV series! I tried many ways to catch attention, I hope that psychologists and my future employers don’t read how much of an attention seeker and drama queen I was. A few times I deleted an app and said it was shitty publically, while actually I loved it but was busy studying in my university and knew that I don’t have enough will power to keep studying while olla was still on my phone, it’d be too much of a distraction. It was addictive. Before I deleted it, I posted my email on olla plaza. Jessica was worried or surprised or something of this nature and wrote me an email. She helped me to deliver my messages to my biggest language buddy. It was one directional isolation and made me way more mysterious than I’ve ever been before. Because of me being such a d... dumbass, many people hated me, but many liked me. Many mentioned that they missed me, I knew it through gossip and screenshots. Imagine the size of my ego at that moment… After a while, I realized what other apps lacked completely and why they didn’t deserve my storage and screen space. Sense of community + drama, gossip and controversy (people crave it) + many people from different countries in the same room. Cultures don’t merge this way in 1 on 1 conversations. Other platforms also have many people from different countries,but they try to find you a match, a perfect partner. Perfect is boring. In olla people didn’t match perfectly and it was beautiful. It was colorful. It was my home anywhere I went. 11. I couldn’t stay like this forever I couldn’t stay like this forever. All of us eventually get boring, also known as serious. I was a university student after all. Gotta be pretentious and stuff. They call it professional. I started to read a lot of SLA (Second Language Acquisition) research, just like people read news or comics. As a result, I realized that my“just learning” intuitive approach to languages was actually consistent with research. Even gossip and drama. But mostly community and compelling input. It is kind of the same thing.

Not only I pretty much filled that emptiness by languages, I also came to the point where my experience met science\research. Like yin and yang.

12. I started to plan to get back to China After that, I decided to get my life together again and I started to plan how to get back to China. I didn’t get any good idea how to do it, but I started to save money and told my classmates and buddies that most probably I will go to China again. Fake it till you make it works every time. I also told some folks on olla about my plan. I really do consider olla to be my hometown and I did find real life friends there. I think it’s safe to say that I spent more time on olla than with my real life friends. I also spent a lot of time with my offline friends, but they can be less available than something tiny in my cheap phonethat opens the door to my friends. Wait, olla is real, so it’s also real life. People there are real. Language learning there is real as well. Wrong dichotomy. So I spent more time in my olla hometown than in another one because it felt warmer and closer.

My best language buddy who already became my friend decided to help me make my second laowai life happen much faster than I imagined and invited me to join olla team. I pretended that I am so cool and need to think for 1 day or so, like it is not a big deal, when in reality it was dreams come true type of deal, at that moment I was already packing my small backpack and getting ready for the second chapter of China. This time it was Guangzhou.

To be continued.

You can read my language buddy’s story here

(my story https://wordpress.com/block-editor/post/ollaolla.home.blog/40)

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2019/10/1

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Big Little Lies Section One

Chapters 1-19

1. Madeline takes great offense when she notices that the girl in the next car over for texting… but, as her daughter Chloe points out, it turns out that Madeline isn't so innocent when it comes to using her phone while driving, either. Do you text or otherwise use your phone while driving? I try not to but I travel a lot for work so sometimes I end up taking phone calls while I’m on one of those super long drives. Which is not ideal, if I’m trying to use the GPS. And I HATE texting while driving so the only time I’ll actually type a text is if I’m stopped at a stoplight. Sometimes I’ll read a message while I’m actually driving but I don’t respond to them. Texting while driving terrifies me so I definitely don’t do that. I won’t text unless the car is not in motion, haha. But yeah. I use the gps ALL THE TIME though and even that’s sometimes hard/distracting??? Phones are such a blessing and a curse.

2. Jane pretty much instantly becomes friends with Madeline and Celeste. Have you ever had an instant connection with a new friend? I have! I’ve actually had that happen quite a few times. But that especially happened with Lindsey. We met in a PR class and on the first day, we had to do “speed dating” with the rest of the class so everyone could get to know each other and when I met Lindsey and Paulina, all three of us really clicked??? And then when group projects were announced, we all immediately claimed each other, haha. And they were my best friends for the rest of college (and after, with Lindsey). So yes! That has definitely happened to me quite a bit!! (And also with all of my current friends, all of whom I met at work and we just clicked. So. Yay!)

3. What conflict arises when the mothers come to pick up their children from kindergarten orientation? Renata's daughter, Amabella comes out last and she's crying and clutching her neck. Renata swoops in and discovers that someone attacked Amabella. She has marks on her neck like someone tried to choke her. Renata and the teacher talk to her and discover one of the boys attacked her but since it's just orientation, they don't know anyone's names yet so she can't identify who did it. So the teacher has all the boys in class line up and Amabella points right at Ziggy and says that he did it. Ziggy says he didn't and Jane believes him... but no one else does. Renata deMANDS that he apologize but Jane doesn't make him. The teacher doesn't quite know what to do so she basically does nothing. So Renata takes Amabella home but right after she tells Ziggy that if he hurts Amabella again, she'll kill him. And that's when the conflict between the parents begins.

4. What secret do Perry and Celeste have? Perry is HORRIBLY abusive. He has a huge temper, which he takes out on Celeste. But the problem is that Celeste is still hopelessly attracted to him and she equally loves and hates him. So she tolerates his behavior even though she knows she should leave. But she makes excuses for it and she plans to leave him when the boys graduate. But she also knows that Perry has ruined her for other men and even after she leaves him, no one else will compare. So she stays. And she takes it. And she mentions that they should try another councilor but they probably won't. But, deep down, Celeste feels like she's part of the problem as well. Because sometimes she hits him back and it always ends with sex. So it's like she's allowing the behavior because of those things.

5. How did Madeline and Ed meet? They actually grew up across the street from each other and even though Ed noticed Madeline, she never noticed him. He says there were a bunch of boys who used to play cricket in the street and who would be out there playing with them? Madeline. She'd be out there, sparkling and looking like a princess, playing with the boys. Well, the both lived their lives and left home and Ed heard that Madeline married some wanker. And then, like, ten years later he goes to this barbecue and who does he find out in the backyard playing cricket with the boys, in her stilettos? Madeline. They both almost didn't go to that barbecue. But they did. And they've been together ever since.

6. What does Renata do on the first day of school? How does Madeline respond? She hands out invitation's to Amabella's fifth birthday party to every single child in the class, EXCEPT Ziggy. And Amabella is handing them out herself so it's ~obvious. Especially when she walks up to Ziggy, starts to ask for his name and then freezes when she sees who it is and runs off. Well, Madeline gets wind of this and says that if you're not inviting the whole class, you shouldn't be handing out invitations at school (truth). So she marches right over to Renata to tell her this and when Renata doesn't really care, Madeline informs her that Chloe will not be attending Amabella's party. And after Renata walks away, Madeline tells Celeste that this is war. So she'll definitely be doing something in retaliation.

7. What do Di and Madeline discuss? Basically Di is endlessly worried about Jane because she isn't ~communicating as well as Di would like her to. She gets that she's 24 and she's an adult but Di would like to mother her more and Jane is pretty self sufficient. She thanks Madeline for taking Jane under her wing but she's still concerned about Jane. She briefly mentions Jane's past and that Jane hasn't been in a relationship since Ziggy was more. She was dating someone but they broke up and then when Jane got pregnant, they were sure he was the father but Jane was super adamant that he's not the father and it was a one night stand. Plus Jane hasn't stayed put since Ziggy has been born. So she's hoping if Jane makes friends, hopefully this time it will stick and she'll stop moving around. And Madeline assures Di that she will take good care of Jane.

8. What have you inferred so far from the little comments at the end of chapters? Do you have any predictions?Someone died at trivia night. All of our big players are a suspect (or perhaps the dead), since they're not included in the testimony. The events that we're reading are what led up to the death, starting with the incident at orientation. Since then, it's been the career mothers vs the stay at home mothers. And since I've read this book before and watched the show, I already know what's going to happen so I don't have any predictions. But I think at this point in the story when I read it before, I feared that the person who died was either Madeline or Celeste and I was hoping that wouldn't be the case since I really love both of them!

Section One Reading Journal

Okay so. I read this book about two years ago (I think it was when they announced the show? Something like that???) and LOVED IT. And I watched the first couple episodes of the show but, for some reason, didn’t finish it. So later, Dalton and I were looking for something to watch and I suggested this and we watched the whole first season and loved it. And then we watched the second season as it aired and loved it too. So. I have SO MUCH LOVE for this material and I’m so happy to be rereading this!!!

I am loving comparing this book to the show from the back end as well and noticing little differences that I’d forgotten about while watching (like the number of kids everyone has. For some reason all the extra boys were cut out??? Like Madeline’s and Renata’s). And I’m also noticing a lot of foreshadowing about the ending that I definitely missed the first time around. I also flew through this section. This is such an easy book to read. I love it!

Also, I don’t have internet at home yet (I’m hoping by the end of the month *fingers crossed*) so I’m out of town for work this weekend and currently posting this from the hotel. Though the internet here reaaaally doesn’t like tumblr and I’ve been working on posting this for something like two hours. So. THIS IS GOING GREAT. Can’t wait to have my own internet again and can actually keep up with posting my sections!!! *sigh*

So. I’ll post the next one either when we actually get internet at home or the next time I travel for work. Though also kicking myself for leaving the book at home because I definitely could’ve read and posted the next section tomorrow night. Well. Anyway. Excited to continue!!!! (Whenever that might be, haha.)

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thesupavix-blog · 7 years

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Loss.... more loss and Craig Brown. My worst best friend.

I’M BACK BITCHES! missed me? Well im not surprised really it’s been almost a year since I wrote one of these… as you can see from the title… it’s been a bit of a shit time.. so shit I couldnt even blog about it! Maybe I wasn’t ready?.. or maybe things just went wrong too fast and i couldnt keep up… yeah probably that one.

So… yeah… the last time I wanted to write a blog was back in September… my new job was amazing… everything was looking good for the Baker clan.. then cancer struck our family again… FUCK YOU CANCER! My mum was diagnosed with lung cancer that unfortunately had already spread to her stomach and brain… it was tough. We all knew the prognosis and we just had to find a way to get her as comfortable as possible… I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself… then one day a face from my past appeared on good old Facebook… I’d known this guy years ago… we worked together at my first job. He popped up at just the right time.. we got chatting and it was a nice distraction. I didn’t have to talk about my mum being sick.. he was just what I needed.. but then he asked to take me out… yeah.. no. I couldn’t go out with him with everything going on… so I explained about my mum and what was happening and he was fine about it… maybe this guy wasn’t so bad after all?… he’d message me every day to see how I was doing when mum was poorly.. (If you’re reading this… please know how much that meant to me!) We continued to talk.. and talk.. it was nice. He was nice. He’d still ask me to meet for a drink or a meal and i continued to fob him off because of all the crap.. at this point i knew that even if nothing happened he’d still be a good friend… but one night he just happened to be somewhere I had to walk past…. so I gave in and popped in for that drink… he wasnt a lot different to how I remembered him.. he carried himself well.. and still had that cheeky smile I remembered….. but we won’t get into that! He later asked me out again… and this time i thought sod it… What’s the worst that can happen?… (really vic?… you really had no idea?!… idiot) so he took me to the cinema.. to watch a super geeky film.. which I loved! Because.. well… I’m a Nerd. (That’s no secret!) All through the film his chair made a weird fart sound when he moved… I could tell he was embarrassed but it made me laugh.. he took almost the whole film to hold my hand.. which also made me laugh a bit.. I kept moving so he couldn’t… mean?.. yes. But he got it in the end. We had our first kiss in the cinema too… it was a bit awkward… but i knew I wanted to be kissing him.. there was no doubt. Not from my side anyway… I was like a super smiley freak for days after… every time his name popped up on my phone….. (sad I know) About a week later my friend Katie came home to visit… she wanted to see me as she couldn’t be there for me when I lost my mum… it was a tough time but I explained to her that I’d been talking to someone and we’d gone out… Katie being Katie took it upon herself to invite him out… CRINGE!! I was not prepared for that… as he walked in the door I couldnt help but smile.. but i still wanted to kick Katie!! Stupidly I assumed We would all just stay in the pub having a few drinks… but no. Katie asked if he wanted to go to town… and he said yes!! It was a good night… I felt bad though because he paid for us to have a VIP area… he didn’t need to! He didn’t need to impress me! I’m not the kind of girl anyone needs to impress… as the night went on… Katie invited lots of people we didnt know into our little corner.. I wasn’t feeling it tbh… I wanted to have fun bit i just kept worrying about her… so he suggested we leave… while outside we got chatting to people… (I wish we had just left. Because what happened next still kills me… it’s burned into my brain and after everything that’s happened in the past 7/8 months… I hear this conversation in my head like it was yesterday… the worst part is.. I don’t even think he remembers it) While outside the club a friend of mine *Simon* stops to talk… he makes some stupid comment and he gets angry and fronts up to Simon… I have to pull them apart and calm it down before the bouncers do!… I tell Simon to leave and he does and two girls approach to check im okay… they give him what for… because he shouldnt have started a fight with the lad. He apologised and i said i was fine… the next thing I know one of the girls is asking us if we’re a couple… (this is the bit i remember vividly so i shall quote it) Girl ‘are you guys a couple? You’re really cute together!’ Me ‘no’ Him ‘well i wouldnt mind….’ (In my head I was like WHAT THE FUCK?) He then proceeds ‘I’d like it to be more… I really like you, but i don’t want it to be anything unless you’re serious’…. now it may have been the vodka… wine and beer in my system but I believed him.. he said it in such a genuine way that how could I not?… At this point the girl grabs me and tells me I should say yes!! So I did…. and so begins the roller coaster ride that has been my life these past few months… That night was amazing… I’d finally found someone I trusted.. I could talk to.. and still in the back of my mind if things didn’t go to plan.. we’d be good friends no matter what. I was happy for the first time since losing my mum… and to be truthful since even before then. I’d probably already started to fall for him those weeks we had been talking… I knew he had kids… and he worked away a lot but he always made time to talk to me.. and I could tell him anything. Even if it was stupid. I hadn’t got work untill the afternoon the next day.. he stayed over and left early but came back a few hours later… we just snuggled on the sofa watching tv.. it was lovely.. he even took me to work. I don’t even remember most that day… I pretty much floated round on a cloud!!… the best bit was… and I may sound awful for this… I knew I wouldnt see him for a while… I knew he had his kids at the weekend and would be working all week.. all my previous attempts with guys ended because they didn’t like that I always worked… I don’t do clingy… I like to live my own life. Shit… this guy was perfect. 😂

Am I boring you yet?… haha yeah me too. Let’s skip forward a bit… Mr perfect is still Mr perfect.. talking every day… calling me while driving to and from places… You know when you think life is great… and nothing can bring you down… yeah… never trust that feeling. Because it can and it will bring you down. He decided that because he was going to have to move to Wales.. that we should end it.. he felt that settling in to his new house and making time for his kids was priority… and I respected that…. yeah it sucked… and I’d have preferred not to have that conversation over messenger but hey ho.. story of my life… he begged me to not hate him… I didn’t. He asked that we stay friends.. and said he didn’t want to lose me from his life…. I was happy with that. I knew I’d started to fall for him.. but I’d rather have him as my friend than nothing.

We were doing okay as friends… but he seemed a bit off… then it hit me… he’s obviously moved on.. which honestly hurt a bit… because apparently us ending things had nothing to do with him moving and asking time for his kids… not if he’d moved on already… (I wasn’t wrong.. but it took another week to tell me)…. but yeah I’m getting to that…

The next week or so we were getting back to normal.. it was coming up to Christmas.. we had movie nights.. we watched tv.. played chess and star gazed in the garden… he’d helped me decorate my Christmas tree.. so I was feeling pretty okay with my first Christmas without mum… We weren’t a couple but i was happy we could stay friends.. he’d pop up some nights to say hi or watch a film… and bring the odd take away for us to share… but he had to eat them himself because i was under the weather and couldn’t stomach a giant pizza with spicy wings as well!! How he isnt the size of a house is beyond me… we planned to meet up and swap Christmas presents as I knew he was away over Christmas.. (probably to be with his new gf although he never specified)….. I woke up one morning to my phone beeping… it wasn’t a sound I’d heard before… it was slightly confusing.. when i picked it up there was a notification on the screen [did you forget to input your period?] WHATTTTTT??????? As I frantically unlocked my phone and checked my period Callander I saw that I was 8 days over!!!! 8days!!!!!!! Fuck off!!… At this point i was already bricking it…. how could I tell him that?… no. I decided to wait until I was sure… I got some pregnancy tests… and waited for the next morning like they suggest… and boom. PREGNANT! I was numb… how the hell could this be happening to me… I lost my mum.. the guy I wanted… chose someone else…. and now.. I had to tell him he was gonna have another kid… I’ll be honest… it took me 2 days to tell him.. mainly because he hadn’t been on messenger to reply to any messages… so I waited till he contacted me… I felt weird.. how do I say this.. we’d not spoken like we used to for ages… and It had gotten to the point where I was genuinely scared he’d hate me (still not convinced he didn’t tbh)… so he popped up and replied to an old message… and I replied with we need to talk… I’ve been to the doctors. Thinking about it… I don’t rambert his response… I just know he was at my house within about 5mins…. I was sat on the floor… and he sat down in front of me… he already knew but he needed me to say it. I swear I saw his heart break…. I felt so guilty. It killed me seeing him like that.. It wasn’t a great day… he’d had some other stuff going on that I didn’t know about until after our chat… needless to say.. it just made me feel worse. He reassured me that he’d support me whatever happened… I believed him and then said he needed to go and sort out the other stuff he had going on… it wasn’t exactly how I saw our friendship going… but yeah… I guess we had to get used to it. I was pregnant and couldn’t get rid of it… this was our life now…

One thing that struck me in the weeks that followed… although we were finally getting back to how we had always been.. chatting constantly throughout the day.. dont get me wrong I wasn’t complaining… this idiot was slowly becoming my best friend. I could talk to him about my shit days at work and I’d listen to his stories about work and the kids… it was nice.. but we never discussed the whopping great elephant in the room.. we never talked about the baby. I kinda just carried on as I knew he had stuff to deal with and as much as it sucked I knew he wouldnt be around if he didn’t want to be…. or at least i hoped. As the weeks went on… I saw him less but we still talked… he still didnt ask about the baby… it made me sad but I figured if i was shitting myself im sure he was too… so I left it alone. One night he turned up after Christmas and new year (I was 7 weeks) and he just seemed a bit odd… like he wanted to say something but didn’t… I wasn’t expecting to see him due to the fact I was pretty sure he was seeing his new gf…. I didn’t push it. Eventually he explained that she’d been making digs about me and the situation and he had ended it… I was shocked. I didn’t really know what to say…. so we just watched tv.. he ended up staying that night too…. and boy am I glad… at around 1.45 in the morning I woke up needing the loo… like… i thought i was going to wet myself… as I ran from my bed into the bathroom before I could grab for the light switch I felt it all trickle down my legs… then I slipped and fell… I hit the radiator on the bathroom wall and slid down into the puddle… I heard him call out… he’d obviously heard the bang and asked if I was okay… it was then that I smelt it. Pennies. I hadn’t wet myself… it was blood… I started to cry and I heard him call again as he got out of bed.. I shouted to turn the light on… the next thing I remember is us both just there covered in blood… me sobbing and him hugging me asking what to do…. we both knew what was happening… I cried for him to get Sandra from next door. So he did…. the next few hours consisted of Sandra keeping me calm… him calling the paramedics… the paramedic looking at me like he felt sorry for me… and him having to hold me up in the shower before I got taken to hospital…. I’m going to sound really selfish now… but if he hadn’t been there what would I have done?… I couldn’t get up once I fell.. and I hadn’t taken my phone to the toilet…. who knows how long I’d have been there….. I digress…. He followed me to the hospital… and waited with me… he called my sister and let her know what was happening to me… and after they made us wait hours to be told I’d have to go back for confirmation of misscariage scan he helped me home and made my bed while I had a shower… he cleaned up any mess left and stayed with me until he had to leave for work…. I was numb. But he checked in on me and made sure I was okay…. despite the fact that in my very fragile state of mind I told him I loved him and he conveniently didn’t hear me… I knew I needed him in my life as my friend… he made me feel safe at the worst possible moment of my life… he didn’t have to do that. A few days later i woke to a call from him.. reminding me to get up for my scan.. it was a weird day.. he sounded optimistic on the phone.. he’d had a conversation with his mum and seemed to think there was a chance for the baby to be okay…. I let him be optimistic.. but i didnt buy into it. I knew what that was… it was all over. My sister took me for my scan… she was also weirdly optimistic I really wished they wouldn’t be.. I was heartbroken enough I didn’t need that added pressure. We eventually found the scan place… they made me pee on a stick before the scan.. after a miscarriage you can still test positive so I wasn’t really sure why I had to…. I went into the scan room.. I’d never had a scan in my life I was a bit scared… because I knew they just wanted to see if I needed a d&c to get rid of anything left over…. The woman doing the scan had a right miserable face… she’d had lots of women walk in to her room happy that day and all of them had come out crying…. even she was staring to lose the will to live… then suddenly her eyes widened…. she saw a heart beat…… My sister almost fell off her seat. I just kept repeating the phrase 'what the fuck?’ Over and over… I was still pregnant. Shit. I gotta bloody tell him again!!!!!

I tried to call him but he was working so I sent him a message saying there was still a heartbeat… he called as soon as he got it… it was a weird phone call. Nobody knew what to say.. there was a lot of awkward silence.

I was relieved everything was okay… but i was still scared… how was it going to do this on my own? When the dad barely mentioned it?… I didn’t doubt for a second that he would support us… I just couldn’t get my head round why we didnt talk about it. He mentioned it on occasions but in silly contexts… maybe to make me laugh like… I said my friend Kat was my favourite ginger… (him being ginger) placed his hand on my belly and said…. 'she doesn’t mean that!’ Or after sleeping with me 'at least i cant get you pregnant!’….. thats not even funny. But you know i was just glad he acknowledged the baby…

In February it was time for my 12 week scan… I was scared and excited.. I’d had other scans as I’d had bleeding on and off.. I’d seen baby but this was the proper one.. I really wanted him there… he said he’d try. He wasnt there… I’d told him when it was… I hadn’t heard off him… I just assumed he was busy with work. Baby was wriggling away… everything was good!! I could finally relax…. A bit later on he messaged me asking how my day had been…. had he actually forgotten??…. was i just over thinking?… he then proceeded to tell me how he’d left early from where he’d been working (like he said he would to make the scan) and gone to collect his new car!! I was hurt…. but i couldnt even tell him I was… did he really care that little?… I said I was tired and was off to sleep… I then sent over the scan pictures and said I’d forgotten to send them earlier…. He responded with sad faces…. FUCKING SAD FACES??…. why are you sad? I asked why he was sad… did he not want to see? And he replied with 'of course I wanted to see… I’m just gutted you didn’t let me know’

Now… for the record… I’d sent him the letter with the date… he told me he had meetings in Cardiff but would try to rearrange them.. and the week before I asked if he knew if he was free on the 9th… he then told me he was in London but would leave early in the morning to be there….. as you can imagine I was pretty angry…. but me being me… put it down to a misunderstanding…. hormones or not… I was upset by this… am i wrong to be? But somewhere deep down… I love this idiot and let it slide… because I don’t want to fight… or fall out.

I just wanted to get through this pregnancy with as little upset as possible… unfortunately… that wasn’t to be.

At week 13 I had more bleeding… a friend took me to Worcester where I had another scan… baby was fine… fingers and toes in tact. Wriggling away… lady doing the scan said i needed to stop being so paranoid… I was calm and relaxed that week… and was happy with baby’s progress… At 14weeks I was chilling at home in bed listening to music when I suddenly needed a wee…. as I sat on the toilet there was this gush…. I wasn’t weeing yet… what the hell??… I caught some of it on the tissue.. it was clear… Definitely not wee… WTAF? I called my midwife who said i needed to go to A&E….. she thought my waters had broken… I had no pains.. just that. I was up at hospital for a fair while… they checked me over and my cervix was closed tight so they booked me in for a scan the following week… at 15 weeks… I went for my 5th scan…. usually by now you’ve only had your 12 week scan… the lady seemed irritated that I was there again… untill she saw the image…. she informed me that I’d lot most of my amniotic fluid… I had my brother in law with me… but i wanted him there!!! I was so scared… I didn’t know what all this meant… They sent me through to see a nurse who informed me that baby was fine but I’d have to have a scan every week to check on the fluid… as baby needs that to develop… Over the next few weeks it was a matter of go for a scan… let him know how it was all going…. I really just wanted him there with me… but i knew his job was important. I was due to move house… I was on strict instructions to take it easy… drinking 8 pints of water a day to help bring up my fluids for baby… I didn’t know what was going to happen…. nobody did.

Fast forward a few weeks… 19weeks pregnant… I went to Worcester for a scan… and although the my waters had been going up… this week they’d dropped again.. but baby was still hanging on… and fighting. Little tough nut like mummy and daddy!! Baby was still growing… things looked good. I went for lunch with friends and celebrated their birthday… I couldn’t wait to get home… put my feet up and talk to him… tell him everything was good. We had 1 more week untill we were classed as in the clear and they could offer treatment to baby if needed…. I decided to go get ready for bed… even though it was only 6.30 in the evening… but when I went to the loo… I felt something strange… I knew what it was… I could tell… I called my sister in a panic who told me to call 999…. my sisters got there before the ambulance.. once the paramedics got in… I described what I felt and before I knew it.. I was being blue lighted to the hospital. On the way I listened to them on the radio… they called it a prolapsed cord… I wasn’t in labour but if the cord was out baby was at risk… everything else is a blur… I didn’t have my phone… I needed to call him. He needed to know! I needed him there. My sister messaged him for me.. and he said he was on his way…. I don’t even think it took him long… but before he got there they did a scan… I knew before they said it… there was no heartbeat. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.. I saw all my sisters hearts break as they looked at me.. the pity in their eyes… this was meant to be our families little bit of goodness after everything we’d been through…. I was numb. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t talk… and suddenly I didn’t want him there… I didn’t want to tell him that! Classic vic… more worried about someone else than herself…. The midwife told him before letting him in to see me…. he didn’t say a word as he walked through the door… or at least i dont think he did… all I could see was the pity in his eyes…. he felt bad for me… As usual… something bad happens to vic… poor vic. Seriously universe….. PICK ON SOMEONE ELSE NOW!!! I cannot take any more. He may have said something to me as he came in for a hug…. but i dont remember anything… I just remember the bubbling feeling as he held me… the tears bubbled up from every part of my body… I couldn’t hold them in any longer… He was finally there. But it was too late… Our baby was gone. Our baby was still a secret to most people and now there was no secret anymore…. The midwife came and explained that they were going to induce labour… I was hooked up to a drip… and they’d increase it every few hours to start contractions…. I had a few belly aches in the night but nothing major… he went for a sleep and came back just in time to hear me crying from the pains… he held my hand.. he looked after me… he didn’t need to but he did. (Again..if your reading this… I appreciate that! More than you’ll know) By the morning it was pretty clear that my body was not going to go into labour.. so they changed the medication… at this point it was just me and him… I spent most the time worried he was going to get into trouble for not going to work… and then the pain started… he called the midwife for painkillers… it eased a bit… but then came back worse… the midwife said it wouldn’t be long… i kicked him out so she could check me over… she then said it was time and I needed to push… I was already crying from the pain… but then suddenly this sound came from me… I didnt know i was capable of that sound.. he appeared in the door way… he said he was coming back in.. I was glad!! I knew what that sound was… I had realised that’d I would hear my baby cry… I’d never see their smile… and I’d never feel their warmth!! It broke me… I sobbed.. all I could do was sob… he reassured me i was doing good… as did the midwife.. I didn’t feel like I was doing okay… I felt like a failure! Like I’d done something wrong and caused all this!! I felt like I’d let my baby down… like i wasnt good enough to be a mum. Once the baby was out… and I thought i could relax… things seemed to go from bad to worse… the after birth hadn’t come out.. I was bleeding and hundreds of people came rushing in… I went from heartbroken to terrified in a split second… everything was hazy from the gas and air… I knew he was still holding my hand… I could vaguely hear him telling me I was okay…. but it was bad. Everything was going dim… I could hear them saying I was bleeding and it wouldn’t stop… they mentioned surgery… suddenly I couldnt feel his hand in mine.. some blurry doctor was ramming another cannula in my hand… the pain woke me up a bit… they put a mask over my face and said I’d feel sleepy… I could feel my heart beat in my ears… every time I blinked the room got darker… his face appeared over me… I felt better… he was the only person in that room I knew… I was scared… I felt safe knowing he was still here… the stuff in my mask was burning my nose and throat.. I sneezed… I felt my stomach turn over… I kept trying to tell them I was going to be sick… finally someone heard me and let me sit up a bit and gave me a bowl… suddenly the room was less noisey… the after birth had come out… (one way to do it! Sorry TMI) I didn’t need to be rushed to surgery… I don’t remember much else… I think he told me my sisters were here… then I dont really know…maybe I passed out… or fell asleep. I was so tired.

The next think I remember is waking up and seeing him… just sat in the chair next to me… he was talking to my sister’s who were scattered around the room… I don’t remember having much conversation… they let me rest for a while… and then the midwife asked if I wanted to meet my baby…. it was a weird feeling… They brought in a cold cot… and in the cot was the most tiny… yet perfectly formed baby. We called her Terry Hope. I chose Terry because my dad called my mum that… and he picked her middle name Hope. She had my mums hands… and his family nose.. and my niece’s mouth… she was beautiful. It was even more heartbreaking. I was in hospital for a week… he stayed with me… and Terry stayed in the room with us in the colt cot. It was weird. We both woke up in the night and checked on her…. I don’t know why. We just did. I honestly don’t know what I’d have done without all my family and him that week… They kept me going.

The hardest day was saying goodbye to her at hospital. He’d had to go back to work the day before and I’d got 2 friends with me… I didn’t say much on the way home… I just cried silently to myself…

I had so many visits from people in the next week or so… that I honestly didn’t know how to act… I kept strong around people… but even 5 minutes alone I’d break down and cry….

I’m so greatful for everyone’s support… I don’t think I could have done this without them.. He was a God send. Yeah I’m aware that some people reading this are wondering why I’m not using his name… well… he’s super important to me… we’re not together but I love him dearly and if those reading this don’t know him then what does it matter…. all they need to know is that he’s a good person… he supported me where he could.. and that’s all anyone needs to know.

Yes… we’ve spent a lot of time together this past month… and from the outside it’s seemed confusing. We will always be connected… we had a baby together. We brought her into this world together… and we buried her and said goodbye together…. He’s more like a best friend to me… and hopefully I am to him too…. I just want him to know that despite all our ups and down.. and things not working out between us.. or with Terry… I’m glad this happened with you.. someone I have history with. Someone that as much as you’re a dickhead 9 times out of 10… you were there for me. The end. Well Craig... I'll be honest.. you offered me little to no support.. and I didnt hate you for that.. you were my friend.. but you have ruined it.. I'm so so disappointed in you..maybe one day you'll realise what a bad friend you've been and maybe one day we can rebuild our friendship but untill then I guess this is goodbye.. 💔.

I’m still not 100% at the moment…. And although it’s taken a while… I’m seeing all the things I’m struggling with… I spend time with my sisters and their kids… and I’m fine. I then realise that I don’t get to do that with mine… and it hurts. It’s that heartbreak all over again. I hope I get used to it…. because I doubt it’ll go away… I just need people to be patient with me… if i randomly start crying… or randomly go off radar…. it’s just how im feeling right now. I miss my baby girl every day… I see her in the faces of my sisters kids and it kills me.. I’ll never forget you beautiful girl. 381 ♡ And I cannot take any more loss…. I lost my mum… got dumped by 'Mr perfect’ 😂… got pregnant… lost my baby… and her dad moved miles away… my life is not easy… but I’m surviving. I think.

Peace out Bitches. ✌ SupaVix

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MSA: Winged Arthur AU (part 9)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Part 10: here

The Lance POV:

NOTE: I may have gotten a little carried away with the introspection, which kind of took over from the ‘Lance explains Lewis’ plan I originally wrote.

Lance leaves Vivi with Arthur. The girl’s got a head on her shoulders so he can trust her to keep an eye on the kid in case he wakes from his- apparently- magic induced unconsciousness. Magic…Not something a regular person thought about, but, hey, it was quickly becoming a reoccurring theme in situations involving his nephew, so he should work on getting used the idea. Especially if the wings are permanent. Lance still doesn’t know what to make of that development. Wearily, he pulls a beer from the fridge before thinking better of it and replacing it with Arthur’s extra-strength coffee. This night is going to be a long one. He’ll need the additional energy. The herbal tea he finds pushed to the back of the cupboard in a stack of small coloured boxes. Lance spends a second staring at the odd assortment before rubbing his eyes. Arthur and the slowly expanding collection of drinks he kept around for his friends…Friend. A long sigh and he picks a box at random.

Never had he seen the universe have it out for two people more than his nephew and the girl. And his life hadn’t exactly been filled with sunshine and roses, so he has a sound basis for comparison. Lance slams two cups down with a little more intensity than is strictly necessary. What the hell is he going to tell Vivi anyway? The whole subject of Lewis is a bloody minefield. Sometimes, on the rare nights, when Vivi and Arthur decided to take a break from endless road tripping to just spend a quiet second relaxing in front of the TV, Lance would salubriously listen to them chat and act like ordinary young people. Mostly, the subjects were light and friendly, echoing a time from before the bullshit. Other times, he’d be subjected to Arthur’s heartbreaking attempts at describing Lewis to Vivi. A pointless endeavour, the girl’s memory was so scrambled she struggled to retain even the barest comprehension of Lewis for more than a few minutes. Not that that had stopped the boy from trying. Right up until Lance put his foot down, banning any talk of Lewis in the house for all their sanities. Not a popular move that one. Now Lance gets to be the one to explain how Lewis, a guy Vivi had been friends with -and probably dating but not like he had ever confirmed that- had been erased, taking half her memory with him. Also, Lewis might now be a ghost…wraith…or whatever, because sure, that made sense. Lance finishes up with his coffee and aggressively dumps a tea bag in some hot water, carrying the two drinks out into the lounge. Vivi is right where he’d left her, settled next to Arthur, working through more of the feathers. The wings don’t appear nearly as dishevelled as they had been. Both kids are covered in enough dirt and blood that he’s amazed, and insanely grateful, that they’re even alive. The room has dropped several degrees in temperature, which Lance attributes to the windows, empty, devoid of their glass. He’d have to work on boarding them up later. For now, he places the two cups down on the tv-tray, before shuffling over to the cupboard quashed behind the couch, pulling free a pile of old blankets. They are motheaten and musty smelling, but it’d do. When he shimmies back around, Vivi glances up and gives a strained grin, taking the offered blanket. She immediately throws it over Arthur. Lance snorts and doesn’t bother commenting, placing the pile at her feet, finding his seat in the recliner. “So, about Lewis. How much are yeh rememberin?” He starts, figuring he should first gauge just how much Vivi remembers before launching into the convoluted tale. The basics. He would start with the basics. An exhale of familiar frustration, “Nothing really. All I have is this feeling that I know him, the ghost that is, from somewhere. Maybe the Lewis you know is a different Lewis?… Did we meet on a case or something?” “Not quite….” Lance grunts. So that was a big fat zero on the memory front. Looks like he’d be telling this story from scratch. He leans back, crosses his arms, and gathers his thoughts. “Yeh know that thing… The thing Arthur’s been searchin for this last few years?” A suspicious, abet calculating, squint. “Yeah…of course I do. I mean I should, I’ve been here for most of it,” Vivi responds promptly. Her next sentence is a statement, “Lewis is connected to my memory loss isn’t he.” Lance nods, continuing bluntly, “That thing… not really a thing at all. More of a person. A person who went missing the night yeh lost ya memories and Arthur lost his arm.” “…and this person is Lewis,” Vivi finishes, catching on quick. He nods, “That’s the name,” leaning back to gulp down some coffee and watch Vivi silently work through the information. “That ghost…the one outside…is he the same Lewis?” Lance grunts, “No idea.” Vivi continues, her tone sharp, “Because he was pretty intent on hurting Arthur. Why would Arthur want to find someone who’d want to hurt him?” Lance doesn’t answer, considering the question carefully. He doesn’t know much about ghosts or wraiths or supernatural anything. All he knew was that he’d liked Lewis when the kid had been around. There wasn’t a person in Tempo who hadn’t. The boy had been polite, friendly, and good-natured in a way many people weren’t. Honestly, Lewis and Vivi had easily been the best thing to happen to nephew, what with how happy hanging out with them made him. After Lewis ‘disappeared’ - god forbid Lance suggest he was dead in Arthur’s presence- Lance had grown to quickly dislike the echo he left behind. Easy to hate a person who wasn’t around. Now, there’s some fire ghost claiming he’s Lewis, and Arthur is covered in blood and scorch marks. Never mind that Lance had walked in on the bastard threatening Vivi, who had looked two seconds away from lunging at said skeleton with only a bat as a weapon. All to protect his nephew. This…this wraith creature claiming to be Lewis? It’s very easy to hate. “The three of ya were close friends for years. Did everythin together. Don’t know nothin about wraiths, but if it wants ta hurt Arthur, then it’s not the Lewis Arthur is searching for.” A pause. That energy rush Vivi had described earlier appears to have been mostly physical because there is an aura of fatigue resting on her shoulders, showing the beginnings of mental exhaustion. “Surely, I would remember someone that important? Or Arthur would have mentioned him.” “The kid tried,” He says, toning down the bluntness, trying for more compassion, “Multiple times. Whatever got the memories, it targeted Lewis and stopped yeh from retainin any info about him.” Vivi hesitates at that, muttering to herself, “I knew it. There is a connection between all the missing memories. It's not random. No wonder Arthur always got upset when I asked questions.” Then speaking louder, “…But I remember now. Well, I recognised the name at any rate…so that’s something.” She perks up in a way that tells Lance he’s about to learn a bunch of weird supernatural trivia. “A wraith is an embodiment of anger and pain. When a person dies, and the circumstances surrounding the death are traumatic enough, their negative emotions trap them between here and wherever souls go. That’s what the books say.” “You said Lewis disappeared the night Arthur…When Arthur lost his arm.” A physical shiver. “What if, whatever happened back then, it killed this person…Lewis. I mean, we already know the event was bad enough to give us both blackouts, and god knows Arthur gets enough nightmares from the incident. Maybe it was bad enough to create a wraith. Of course, that still doesn’t explain why it wants to hurt Arthur. If you are right about us being friends and stuff, it shouldn’t be targeting us.” Lance can only shrug, “The Lewis I remember wouldn’t have hurt either of yeh. Well, as far as I could tell at any rate.” It is odd hearing Vivi talk about Lewis with such dispassion. Frankly, it’s strange hearing the word Lewis again, period. Along with the name is that weight of frustration and minor irritation. Of course, it couldn’t be a normal, regular, wraith of a random stranger. No, that would have been too fuckin easy. This wraith just had to be the very friend Arthur was driving himself to collapse searching for. Of fuckin course it was. Because that’s what Arthur needed, a dead friend who wanted to burn him ‘to a crisp.’ Heaven help it if it’s pretending to be Lewis to mess with them because Lance is one more encounter with bullshit away from shooting the shit out of the next supernatural bastard he saw.

NOTE: Lance is decidedly not happy.

Part 10: here

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