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angstama · 3 years

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apple tree | chifuyu.m

pairing: chifuyu matsuno x reader

genre: angst, slow-burn, unrequited love, pining, fluff, chifuyu doesn’t love you that way :(

warnings: as usual, heartbreak coming ahead <3

✧. in which you look back on the times that chifuyu had been the highlight and heartbreaker in your youth.

you were five when you first met chifuyu matsuno under the big apple tree one summer day.

head deep into bending the fragile weeds into a flower crown when a blonde haired boy with the prettiest ocean blue eyes approached you. “what are you doing?” he asked curiously, licking his already melting chocolate ice cream while looking at the imperfectly balanced flower that you had spent hours on crafting in your hands. “making a flower crown.” you answered simply, not even sparing the blonde haired boy a glance as you were too focused in tweaking the branches.

“woah that’s awesome!” he beamed in excitement, plopping down next to you instantly and leaning in closer to take a look at it. “yeah i know right!” you smiled in triumph, finally looking up to see whoever was showing interest in your little hobby and behold, there sat chifuyu in a rainbow striped t-shirt with his legs crossed and eyes gleaming with interest.

in all honesty, your flower crowns were horribly ugly, but in chifuyu’s eyes it was uniquely you. perhaps it was maybe because he hadn’t seen anyone making an actual flower crown before or perhaps maybe he was just feeling sorry for the girl who always sat alone under the big apple tree that never bloomed a single fruit all year round. whichever it was, you wished that it was the first. “teach me how to make one please!” he grabs your wrist, causing your cheeks to burn under the scorching hot sun and heart rate quickening though you were clueless as to why it happened being only at the age of five, so you decided that it was okay to have him around.

strangely ever since then, you were never seen alone under the apple tree in the park again.

you were nine when you first understood the concept of crushes, with the help of your best friend, chifuyu matsuno of course.

“it’s when you want to share the biggest chicken drumlet with them dummy!” chifuyu explained, voice muffled from stuffing his face with fried chicken one after another. you weren’t sure how the two of you derived at the current topic, though you remember the last you checked, chifuyu was rambling on and on about the new girl in your class. “so, you’d share this with whoever you have a crush on?” you asked as you pointed towards the biggest drumstick that chifuyu had saved for the last, as always.

he nodded impatiently, grabbing the very same drumstick and ready to devour it but only to come to a halt when the two of you locked eyes. “want some?” he offered, waving the fried chicken in front of you. “wh-what?” your words fumbled, taken aback by chifuyu’s sudden offer right after the whole sharing of the biggest chicken drumlet explanation he had just made. “you kept staring at it. do you want it?” he asked, with innocence laced in his voice, oblivious to the shade of red slowly making an appearance on your cheeks. you huffed, “am not!”. chifuyu only lets out a snort, “yeah sure,” he chuckles boyishly, leaning down to rest on your shoulders, causing your body to stiffen upon the sudden contact. that afternoon, for almost an entire hour you were forced to sit as straight as you could, afraid that something was going to erupt in your tummy again as you could feel the bubbling sensation that threatened to explode.

you were thirteen when you finally realised that you, y/n l/n, wants to share the biggest drumstick with chifuyu matsuno.

it was christmas eve and chifuyu had invited you over to his place for a dinner, claiming that his mother had threatened to throw his precious romance mangas away if he didn't invite you.

you arrived at the matsuno’s household ten minutes earlier than stated with a tray of roasted potatoes held in your hands and beads of sweat running down your forehead despite the freezing cold temperature outside. for the eight years of friendship you had with chifuyu, you’ve never felt this nervous seeing him and his family. it’s the cold, you naively thought, when the door swung opened, revealing your best friend dressed in a maroon striped sweater with suspenders. his eyes widened, not expecting to really see you when he was just opening to check in an attempt to ease his mother’s sixth sense. “y/n? why didn’t you knock?” he gasped, gently tugging the tray on your hands into his as he looked at you in surprise. “well, i was gonna but you opened the door before i could!” you scoffed a white lie, wanting nothing but to cover up the fact that you had been standing outside because you couldn’t get your heart to calm down.

“chifuyu why don’t you give y/n the gift you got for her now?” mrs matsuno chimed, elegance evident in her posture and movement when she lightly dabbed a napkin across her lips which made you wonder how is it possible that she's the mother of chifuyu when chifuyu shared not a single bit of her grace when it comes to eating. chifuyu pauses briefly, “give me a sec,” he nods before stuffing the roasted potato that was previously halfway into his mouth and standing up to jog over to his room. “he cleaned the house for two months for it.” mr matsuno chuckled as chifuyu jogs out again, this time with a paper bag held in his hand.

“you better wear it everyday.” he sent you a playful wink, handing you the brown paper bag. you carefully unwrapped the ribbon that bounded the paper bag and pulling out an overly oversized hoodie enough to fit you through a lifetime. you noticed that it was same hoodie that chifuyu often wears except that yours was in the shade of emerald green, the colour that chifuyu had taken the effort to remember that you had once claimed as your colour when the two of you had a heated discussion on what colour represents yourselves.

“wow! now we have a friendship hoodie!” you beamed in excitement, pulling the oversized hoodie over your sweater. “how do i look?” you asked, posing a few turns at chifuyu as he took a good look at you. “pretty.” he held a thumb up before stuffing another spoonful of pasta down.

your lowered your gaze upon hearing the sudden compliment your best friend gave, opting to look at the last piece of roasted chicken that mrs matsuno had offered you earlier just now before chifuyu could lay his hands on it. your lips pursed, not entirely confident to do it but eventually picking up the piece of meat and placing it on chifuyu’s already dirtied plate from all the sauces he had mixed with his food. “thank you,” you mumbled, looking anywhere else but chifuyu’s burning gaze on you.

the butterflies were taking flight soon and you on the other hand had no idea how to contain it.

you were sixteen when chifuyu first broke your heart on the first day of the spring season, openly declaring in front of you and takemichi that he’ll be confessing to the pretty girl sitting in front of him during lunch time.

her name is haru.

“no way! you’re kidding!” takemichi gaped, leaning in closer to chifuyu as the close proximity between the two of them wasn’t enough for him to hear chifuyu clearly. chifuyu crossed his arms, confidence evident in his posture, “of course not! i’ve already decided, there’s no going back!”

“be sure not to scare her away!” you stuck your tongue out to which chifuyu rolled his eyes in response. “eh? you’re just jealous that no one’s confessing to you!”, wiggling his head in a playful manner as he brought an ‘L’ sign up to his forehead to further anguish you. you raised a middle finger, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation for you weren’t sure if you were able to contain the effect of your heart dropping six feet down.

you knew chifuyu succeeded when he came running to you after school with the brightest smile you adored, a faint tint of blush coated on his cheeks. “guess i’m gonna see you lesser huh lover boy?” you chuckled softly, shoving your textbooks into your canvas bag as he swung himself onto your desk with a smug grin. “you’d wish huh don’t you? but no, you’ll still see me as often when i’m off from boyfriend duties,” he sang happily. perhaps maybe because it was chifuyu’s own words, you believed wholeheartedly that you were okay with being just his best friend and being supportive of his relationship. so you watched chifuyu’s love for haru bloomed into something more than just the typical puppy love you often watch on romcoms.

in just a blink of an eye, two years had passed and the next thing you knew you were spending your birthday without your best friend for the second time in a row. “this sucks,” you grumbled, throwing your phone aside when the time struck midnight, announcing a new day had just arrived. chifuyu’s words were just empty affirmations when you realised that you barely ever saw your best friend. you weren't sure if the two of you were even best friends anymore. it felt more like he’s just a friend that you talk to occasionally now. you see, chifuyu is a loyal friend and that’s a widely known fact and that’s what made it even more heartbreaking for you because chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive and you had no reason to hate him for that.

you rubbed your temples tiredly, wanting nothing more than to run your aching head into the wall when a packet of your favourite watermelon mints was thrown onto your desk. “rough night?”atsumu, your beloved table-mate asked smugly. “you don’t say,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes at the obvious as you impatiently tore the packet open. “he didn’t wish ya happy birthday did he?” the freshly bleached haired boy questioned. atsumu got his answer when you didn't sat in silence, opting to look out the window to distract yourself from the threatening tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. and god do love to test you when the scene of chifuyu leaning in to kiss haru on the lips ever so gently unfolds at your sight. oh how you wished that it was you who he’s kissing right now.

chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive.

it was already late into the night when you heard a knock outside your balcony. your breath hitched when you saw that it was chifuyu who had disturbed your little movie marathon alone after the events that had happened lately. “hey,” he breathed, a soft smile wearing on his lips to which you returned it with an awkward one, inviting him into your messy room. “oh we’re in our friendship hoodie!” he chuckles nervously. your eyes travelled on him, realising that indeed he’s wearing the same hoodie that you were currently wearing right now. “it’s late chi, what’s going on?” you sighed, tone coming off harsher than you intended to. chifuyu nods slowly, face soon replaced with an apologetic look. “i’m sorry for missing your birthday, i feel horrible really,” he begun. “ i know i haven’t been around lately, so i want to make it up to you.”

your brows furrowed at chifuyu’s apology, you knew he was being so sincere so why did you feel even much more upset hearing it? “that’s it? you could’ve just done this in school tomorrow chifuyu.”you sighed, trying your hardest to mask the pettiness within you with a tired voice. “ i know i know, but i couldn’t sleep knowing that i left my best friend alone on her 18th birthday.” he looked at you hesitantly as you quietly pulled your duvet over your lap. “how about let’s go hiking and watch the sunrise this weekend? just the two of us. i know you’ve been wanting to do that.”

you wished you weren’t in love with chifuyu so that you wouldn’t give in so easily. you wished you were petty enough to make a scene and just be angry at him but you couldn't so here you are right now, hiking up the trail with your hand in chifuyu’s as you helped him up the slope. “your stamina really sucks,” you retorted to which chifuyu huffed in response. “it’s not that my stamina sucks, it’s that this trail is literally ninety-eight percent high slopes,” he pouts.

“well you could've chose not to show up.”

“no! i want to do this with you. what are you talking about?”

you only smiled at his little defence. “whatever,” you mumbled as you quickly dropped your grip on his and walking ahead of him in an attempt to hide your blush. “hey! wait for me!”

it was near autumn when one day chifuyu appeared in the wee hours of the night with tears streaming down his cheeks when he fell into your arms and hugged you tightly. you found out that haru was moving away to the states with her family and had broken up with chifuyu, refusing to try out long distance relationship.

so like any other best friend, you let chifuyu cry into your shoulders as you sat in silence that night, heart breaking at the torn state chifuyu was in. he truly loved her.

you were twenty when chifuyu held your hands and asked you to be his.

“chifuyu matsuno! where the hell are my batteries?” your voice echoed through your shared apartment, causing poor chifuyu to jump and drop the eggs he was previously holding in his hands on to the floor. it’s been almost two years since haru and chifuyu had broken up and you had spent a great deal of time trying to mend his broken heart though you knew that it would never be fully healed. she was his first love after all.

the two of you had moved in to a small apartment close to your university as planned since young, officially becoming roommates. “fuck!my eggs!” chifuyu cried out loud as he frantically lets go of the spatula in his hands to grab a kitchen tower and clean up the pool of egg yolk and egg white on the marble floor. you groaned in annoyance when chifuyu doesn’t answer your question, slamming the tools drawer shut and making your way towards the kitchen.

“i swear chi-” you paused when you saw chifuyu kneeling on the floor with his pink kitten design apron tied against his body, a pout clearly evident on his lips. “what ever happened?” your head tilted slightly, annoyance slowly decimating. “you screamed like a mad woman. that’s what happened.” he retorted. you rolled your eyes, grabbing another kitchen towel and joining chifuyu on the ground. “well if you didn’t misplace my batteries, i wouldn't be screaming.”

“if you looked close enough, it’s literally on your study desk.”

“it’s not!”

“it is!”

“it’s not!” you huffed, getting up and stomping over to your room to prove a point but your eyes widened, horrified by the pure sight of your batteries accompanies by a fresh pack with a sticky note attached on top of it. ‘you’re welcome <3′, it wrote. you slowly walked out of your room with your head hung low, doing the walk of shame. “say it,” chifuyu taunts as he skilfully tossed the omelette onto the plate and placing it in front of you. you scrunched your nose, lips pursing and taking a deep breath. “i’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly, fingers fumbling at the ends of your shirt. “ah-ah i can't hear you,” you hear him sing, a little too happy. obvious that he’s enjoying this. you sighed in defeat, clearing your throat loud enough. “i’m sorry,” you said it loudly this time.

chifuyu lets out a laugh in satisfaction, throwing his head back while you on the other hand could only pout at his triumph. but that didn’t mean that your heart didn't swell up at the expression of happiness he has on his face right now. digging in at the breakfast that chifuyu had made for you which had now became a routine, you couldn't help but to feel small under chifuyu’s intense stare on you. “are you not gonna eat?” you raised your brow, eyeing the untouched omelette on his plate. chifuyu rests his chin on his palm, looking at you with a look of as if he had something to tell you.

“i will.” he hummed before reaching out to grab your hands. your body stiffened, dumfounded at what’s currently happening. “you know, for the last two years, life was a little less painful thanks to you.” chifuyu confessed earnestly, “ i guess what i’m trying to say is that, you’re my end game y/n l/n. i don’t think i would've came this far if it wasn’t for you so i’m going to ask you this once,” he paused, intertwining his fingers in yours as he gazes into your eyes deeply,

“will you be my girlfriend?”

your relationship with chifuyu wasn’t a perfect one but the two of you always made it work somehow. which is why here you are sitting against your bed frame with luggages packed by the side wondering what exactly had gone wrong along the way?

and you realised that you were never meant to be chifuyu’s end game. you were never meant to be his forever.

“you think that i don’t fucking know that you were always looking at her instagram when you think i’m not around?” you screamed, body shaking from the exhaustion that’s taking a toll on you both physically and emotionally. “i don’t see how it’s wrong wanting to see how my friend is doing?” chifuyu snaps.

you scoffed, crossing your arms as you looked away. “yeah. as if you don’t still say her name in your sleep. as if you don’t fucking mess up our favourite food, as if you didn’t tell takemichi that you wished i was haru!” this was the last straw for you. you were too exhausted to try anymore. haru was irreplaceable and you were just a temporary band aid for chifuyu.

it was as if you had hit jack pot when your lover went silent. “i’ve loved you for so long chifuyu. but loving you hurts too much. i’m so tired of this.” you finally allowed yourself to break down, letting yourself go loose on the emotions you’ve suppressed for years as chifuyu could only watch in remorse for tearing you apart till this state.

you finally understood why the apple tree never bloomed any apples.

you were twenty seven when you decided to leave chifuyu matsuno. fifteen years of friendship and seven years of being each other’s significant other. you finally walked away, planting one last final kiss on chifuyu’s lips and shutting the door on your ex-lover’s sleeping figure.

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zodiacrant · 3 years

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🍩My experiences with each Moon sign🍩

(Cause yall are messy)

I have done this a few times before but for Sun signs and did rank placements but never shared my thoughts and experiences with the Moon signs.

Now I know how this goes, so if you get mad or sad then go off I guess. Aint the first time I get cursed out or attacked in this bitch. Plus, I am a Cap moon so naturally I won’t do well with some Moons and I will be nitpicking everything about everyone.

🍩Aries Moon🍩

My dad’s moon. Yup, that tells you alot without me even starting. Having our Moons in Square shit was hard to say the least. It took a long time for us to be on middle grounds and because I don’t feel comfortable talking about my problems here I will continue on. The Aries Moon that I really like and can think of is Rihanna, so I would say it’s unfair to make a whole judgment but from what I saw and heard they’re not exactly the best to be around. So I give them a 3/10 for being bold and having nerve.

🍩Taurus Moon🍩

Now this Moon right here I know people from ( a close friend and my sister, plus some others) and I don’t have many strong opinions about it. As a Taurus Sun, it can be a challenge to work with a Taurus Moon. I am stubborn at my core and they’re stubborn with their heart, so everytime we disagree it’s like a rope pulling contest. Way too stagnant for me but I think that’s because of my other placements and they don’t take any advice or open up no matter what. On to the good, I never disliked someone with this placement. No matter how much of an asshole they can be, to me it is difficult to hate them or stay mad at them. They’re warm, kind, and sweet but a bit aloof and naive, also they don’t like to touch and hug as some people might think. I will give them a 8/10

🍩Gemini Moon🍩

(⚠️TW⚠️ mention of rape and erratic behavior)

I only had one best friend with this placement and I don’t I want to meet any more, and I am at peace with that if they resemble her in any way. She was a maniac. She loved to lie, create drama, blow shit up, act crazy and basically be shocking. I do find similarities with Gemini Sun where they do shit for reactions but with her, she will take it to the next level. Lie about being raped, act possessed, or pretend that she is being followed. It’s not fair to associate her with people who share the same Moon as her but that was y’all’s representation in my life. She was erratic so it’s difficult to see where her Moon was in effect and where she was just off. I’ll give them a 1/10, would not recommend until proven otherwise.

🍩Cancer Moon🍩

The first that comes to my mind is Taylor Swift and to me she is the ultimate Cancer Moon. It juat makes sense how fast she takes it to the next level with people. Whether getting serious quickly with someone or throwing down and feuding. She just always at a 100. Personally, I never got close with someone who has this placement, maybe it’s because I am a Capricorn Moon myself, but I would say the ones that I have met were nice. I’ll give them a 5/10

🍩Leo Moon🍩

I only had one best friend with this placement but the people I have met with this Moon I still remember. They all had one thing in common and that was being emotionally traumatized and have lost one parent. My best friend was super loyal, very confident in what they believed in and represented, were always there for me and had an amazing ability in motivating others. But they were also super prideful and there’s no coming back with them. Fight once and it’s over. (Yes I am looking at you Jonnie). One of the other people was with me in uni and always had the to urge won up me and my friend. He had scars all over and he doesn’t remember how he got them. But he was super proud of himself and his home country, which I respect and admire. I’ll give them a 6/10

🍩Virgo Moon🍩

I know two people with this placement, my mom and a professor at uni, and oh boy it makes sense that they’re a Virgo Moon. Me and my mom are too alike that we clash strongly at times. She thinks she can do it better and I think I can do it better and we just have like a competition on who done it better basically. From cooking, to how you light the stove, to how you put on clothes, to how you lay down on bed. Both my mom and my professor are super critical and precise, althogh my professor is a double Virgo (Sun and Moon) so she will go even further. They have to do everything as it arises and act like there’s no time and everything is about to go wrong. Like damn sis chill the fuck out for a sec and this is coming from a Cap moon so you know it’s bad. But I really like Virgo Moon, even though people might hate such a personality but I can relate to them in some ways. I’ll give them 7/10

🍩Libra Moon🍩

My only online friend that I talk to all the time got this Moon. Other than her I met only two people and they were something. Okay so for my friend, because I never actually have seen her physically with my own eyes I can’t say how she acts all the time, but she is one of the best listeners I had in my life. She likes to hear me ramble for an hour about a dumb encounter that lasted a second, talking about astrology and some nerdy things and then not so nerdy things. I believe that it’s a Libra Moon quality to be emotionally versatile and attentive. I think because she is a Leo dominant she acts much fiery and fiercely than a Libra would. As for the other people I just thought they were fake. One acted as a friend but then would just disappear so I was over it quickly and the other was super passive and pretentious that I think she shits out plastic. All in all I think it’s a great Moon. I’ll give them a 7/10

🍩Scorpio Moon🍩

One of the hardest Moons I ever delt with but I find that I love them too. My oldest sister had this Moon and she is such a mystery. Because I am a Taurus Sun, it is only natural for me to have a hard time with a Scorpio Moon. Even though she is an extrovert, she rarely talks about herself and her feelings, you will never catch her slipping or show vulnerability. I can see how difficult it may be for her being a Cancer with a Scorpio Moon and have Gemini dominance. But she’s a bitch at heart and I am cool with it. I’ll give them 5/10 cause I am not a big fan of paradoxical people

🍩Sagittarius Moon🍩

A moon that I always babysat. I had two best friends with this Moon and if I was born a second earlier, it would mine too. I don’t know if it’s because of my Gemini Venus or my 0 degree Capricorn Moon but I love Sagittarius Moons. I was fortunate to see some of their weaknesses and for them to trust me enough to be vulnerable. But boy do they get themselves into the dumbest situation because they wanted to see what would happen. I had to babysit them and help them do everything like shopping, cooking, cleaning, assembling furniture, be their body guard when buying weed. (Shhhh it’s a secret). They’re in many ways immature cause they run from things and everytime you try to be real with them, they say “stop being negative”. I’ll give them a 9/10

🍩Capricorn Moon🍩

The grande dame of the Moon signs, sitting at it’s opposite planet. I have met many Cap Moons and honestly we are bitches 😂. The energy of sitting next to a Capricorn Moon is too fucking much like I never knew it’s like that. I noticed the way they stare, talk, walk and sit can be so aggressive and intimidating. I see why people might label us as bullies, cause the energy is definitely there and I myself was such a cunt (still a little but I am more aware of myself now) that I get where both are coming from. Life as a Capricorn Moon is emotionally flat. If wasn’t for my other placements you will never see me even flinch. I think we just take everything and let it process in our head before we let it into our hearts. So to me, we’re not mean, we just don’t see how something might be hurtful. But also that tone and that blank face, goddam! That’s why I try to smile cause bitch no, I didn’t know I was walking with a death stare this whole time. Anyways, I will give us 10/10 cause I am self appreciative like that 😂✌️

🍩Aquarius Moon🍩

I have always tried to understand Aquarius Moon and it was only a month ago that I have realized they themselves are not sure of who they’re. I had one best friend with this placement and three cousins (all siblings). First, my cousins are super competitive with each other on who gets to do what and if it happens that they’re similar in something they will get pissed. The person that was my best friend was like that as well. Only he would drop a an entire hobby, interest, something close to his heart, shit even a personality trait. I find them to be constantly changing and trying, so they shift between one end of extreme to the other until they center themselves. I’ll give them a 4/10

🍩Pisces Moon🍩

Now let’s talk about a depressing placement, in my opinion of course 😅. I don’t know if it’s the influence of Neptune on the Moon or is it the just the demeanor of Pisces, but good god girl get a grip (they call this the five G’s). My youngest sister is a Pisces Moon, and as creative as she is, she is pessimistic and overly cynical. I mean I am all for being critical and real but looking at everything with jacked up black sprayed glasses is just too much for me. Other than my sister I don’t know any Pisces Moon very well but I had a few acquaintances. I noticed that they talked about a specific thing and that’s it. I have found them to be amazing at drawing, painting and have an incredible artistic sense. At times twisted and dark, but I love the art that comes with it. I’ll give them a 5/10

Here’s the tea. It’s Pisces season so remember I am sensitive right now, and also it’s my life and I wish I met someone as amazing as you might think you’re. (Maybe that was a little too aggressive)

Okay love you ❤️

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isolemnlyswear · 3 years

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could you do a fic of james and his girlfriend reader who isn’t taking care of herself. like she is overworking herself with school, tutoring, and quidditch and she is making herself sick. she’s barley eating and then she has a fit where she’s throwing up because she made herself sick because of stress. then he takes care of her 🥺

stressed out.

a/n : my god i’m so fucking sorry this took ages. i’m so sorry. it’s also shitty oops–

warnings / content : young!james potter x fem!reader. extreme stress, vomit, swearing, mentions of not eating, kissing ? fluff!

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You sigh, eyes unwillingly prying open due to the bright lights beaming into your dorm, or James’s dorm, rather.

You shift so that you're facing the aforementioned boy, whose eyelids are still gently shut, lashes playing over his cheeks and hiding his cerulean irises.

You place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, pulling yourself out of bed and to the bathroom. The weekend prior had been pure bliss, but now, the weeks towards graduation are dwindling to but a few, and the stress is increasing exponentially.

James murmurs softly as he wakes up, and you spare him a fleeting glance before pulling on your uniform and rushing down to the common room, books in hand.

Breakfast hasn't started yet, but you're hoping to study before the day starts, not willing to risk losing any ounce of material that could slip from your brain.

Before you know it, it's seven a.m., and James is bounding down the stairs to meet you for breakfast.

“Hi, my love!” he says excitedly, and you barely register his voice as you scrawl notes on a piece of parchment. “Y/N?” he asks again, kneeling to tuck a strand of hair from your face, and you look up.

“Hi,” you say simply, smiling briefly before returning to your notes.

“Wanna go to breakfast, dove?” he asks, eyes searching yours.

“One sec, I gotta finish this,” you say, holding your lip in between your teeth in concentration.

“Alright,” James responds begrudgingly, furrowing his brows, but as to not pry, he utters a quick ‘meet you down there’ and leaves.

But an hour goes by, and you're still studying, up until your first class period.

And you forget, by the time you go to the class - which is potions - to eat breakfast. Then you go to the next, barely stopping to breathe between rushing to classes.

And finally, it's lunch. You sling your bag over your shoulder and rush to the great hall, spotting James and the boys at the end of the table and making your way toward them.

“Hi,” you greet, sitting down next to your boyfriend, pecking him on the cheek.

“Where were you, this mornin’? Thought we were gonna meet up between classes,” James says, furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry, I forgot, I was studying for-”

“Don't be sorry, m’love, but y’gotta relax a bit, m’kay? Now eat. You didn't earlier,” James instructs, and you murmur a thank you before turning to your lunch.

But his words fall on deaf ears; you're so pent up about exams that by the time you hit your last period, you're a burning ball of exhaustion and anxiety ready to explode momentarily.

Quidditch is at five, and you tutor younger students from three to four, so you rush to the library promptly after your last period ends.

You meet with a fourth-year called Milo, teaching him about some charms task he didn't comprehend, and then with a girl called Annalise. You repeat over and over again how sorry you are for having a short temper, and that they're doing great, but you have to refrain from snapping at their mistakes in your tumultuous state.

And then it's finally over, and you have barely a moment to spare before you run off to the locker room.

As soon as you're in there, you run to the bathroom, nausea overcoming you instantaneously as you crouch over the toilet. Your insides are twisting and tightening with the stress that's taken over you, and you want nothing more than to curl up in a hole and disappear.

But then you hear a creak of a door, and you fret for a moment, worrying that it's the other girl on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but she's ill today, so how-

“Y/N?” James's voice calls, and he steps into the bathroom tentatively, causing you to cough and flush the toilet quickly.

“J-James, um-” you cough again, body attempting to dispel the bile in your throat, and James rushes over to your stall, knocking on the door.

“Y/N, what’s wrong, can I - shit - can you let me in?”

You oblige, pushing the door to allow him entrance, and he drops to his knees at the sight of you.

You're hung over the toilet, tears welling your eyes and a small amount of vomit smeared at the corner of your mouth, a heavy purple residing under your formerly bright e/c eyes and the hollows of your cheekbones.

“Oh, baby, what's goin’ on?” he asks, and you scrunch your nose, clasping a hand over your mouth as you feel your throat swell with nausea.

When you lean over the toilet again, James pulls his hand into your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail to pull it from your eyes, and his other hand rests at the small of your back, rubbing soft circles there.

After a few minutes, most of the nausea has passed, albeit only slightly, and you're able to speak again.

“What’s got you all sick, hmm?” James asks quietly, and you remain silent, not wanting to admit the turmoil that you're facing. “Are you stressed out, m’love? Is that it?”

You nod, tears slipping over your waterline.

“C’mere, here, I got you, it's alright,” he says, letting you fall into his chest as you cry, whispering words of reassurance into your ear.

It takes a while, but the tears, too, pass, thanks to James, and you realize you've forgotten about practice altogether.

“We have to go to practice,” you say quietly, and James shakes his head.

“I'll get Pads to sub for me.”

“But you're captain. And what about me-”

“He can deal with it, trust me. And we're not even in season anyway, my love, it'll be fine. You're more important than practice, I wanna make sure you're okay, alright?” he says, stroking your hair softly, and you smile a watery smile.

“You're a sap,” you tease, poking his side, and he grins, brushing the hair from your face.

“You know you love me,” he responds, and you laugh into his chest.

“That I do. Now can we go cuddle, ‘m fucking knackered,” you say, and he nods.

He leads you up to his dorms, walking you through brushing your teeth and giving you new clothes (his, of course, a band tee and some very large sweatpants), allowing you to feel clean again.

He has Remus bring up some food to their dorm, which is empty for a while, and he sets it up in a riser above his bed, kissing you on the forehead.

“Thank you,” you whisper, kissing him on the lips, this time, and he smiles into your mouth.

“No need to thank me, alright? Now I asked him to just get the plain foods, they're pretty soft, too, and you gotta drink some water, okay? Two bottles f’me,” he instructs, and you nod, beginning to eat as James idly chats to you, head in your lap as your unoccupied hand strokes his hair mindlessly.

You finish eating after a while, and James vanishes the food, orienting himself so that you're in ample cuddling position, now, with your head on his chest and his arms around your waist.

“I love you, you know that, right?” he says after a few beats of silence, and you nod. “I know you get yourself all stressed out like this, and it's not your fault, but I'm always gonna be here to help you relax. Always. Until the end of time.”

“I love you,” you whisper, tightening your grip on him, and he smiles.

“I love you more.”

#james potter x reader #james potter #james potter smut #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james potter x you #james potte x y/n #james potter fic #marauders #james potter fanfic

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kyoongboxi · 3 years

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Delight —

[Baekhyun AU]

— Summertime with Baekhyun —

Summary; You were going to a waterpark to spend your summer with your highschool friends but who would have thought it would be your first meeting after a long time with your all-time highschool crush, Baekhyun.

Pairing; Baekhyun x Reader

Genre; fluff, cute, romance.

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You've already passed almost three years of college. You feel like you've been through everything started from missing the class especially the one which started in the morning, missing assignments, lack of sleep, skipping the class because of certain things, and others. You also rarely going out in season break because you feel like you didn't really need that. And now summer break is here again.

You were planning to go back to your parents house and spending time probably at the beach just like every summer with your little sister. But the last few days, your high school chat group is always ringing non-stop. Actually you don't care at all but your name keeps being mentioned in the group chat. It said you have to come because everyone misses you. You frowned as you scroll up the group chat and it turned out they're planning to go into a reunion in a local waterpark.

You were about to type something but your phone screen suddenly changed. Showing your high school's bestfriend name on it. Kayla. She was begging you to come because she also hasn't seen you in a long time. At first you were firm in your choice that you wouldn't come but Kayla who kept on sulking managed to melt your heart. You agreed.

And now here you are. Dressing in a simple black swimsuit, watching Kayla and your other friends splashing water into each other. You bend your knees a little so the water reached below your chest. There was a few people including your bestfriend below the big bucket waiting for it to be filled with water and creating a big splash of water when it spilled. Kayla noticed you were watching and she's gesturing you to come.

A laugh escaped your lips as you keep shaking your head telling that you didn't want to come. You don't really like playing in the waterpark because you almost seeing death when you were playing on a waterslide with your friends in high school. You disobeyed the playing procedure. At that time you were sitting on the front, followed by three of your friends in the back. The height of the swimming pool was more than 1,6 meters. You thought it wasn't a problem at all because you can swim. But then you were drowned for about three minutes because your friends keep pushing you down accidentally.

You pushed away your thoughts as the bucket spilled causing a big splash of water and people screaming happily. A smile automatically drew against your lips as you saw Kayla laughing with her friends. Not long after, she was approaching you and splashing you with water.

"Let's go to the waterslide. Wanna come? C'mon bestie just this time?" Kayla asked you suddenly. She knows everything about what happened to you back then so there was a little hesitation slipped between her tone.

"I don't—"

"Aaahh.. Please? You're gonna be fine. I promise. Yeah?" Then she did that again. Showing her puppy eyes and grasping your hands with her.

You rolled your eyes at her before getting up from the water and agreeing. Kayla jumped and pulled you into a tight hug. You both were giggling until your friends approaching you and heading into the waterslide together. There was around nine people including you who wants to play the waterslide.

You climb the stairs carefully with your heart starting to race inside your chest. It was your first time trying this again since that accident. Kayla noticed your stiff movement and she throws her arm around your shoulder and telling you you're going to be just fine.

"Loosen up a bit.. You're fine. Okay? All your friends in here we wouldn't let you drown" Hearing the last sentence, your hands automatically flew to her chest. Hitting her lightly caused your friend to laugh.

After a few minute climbing up the stairs, you and your friends finally reached the top. You peeking out how far the waterslide is and it was kinda long. Maybe it took around one minute or more for reaching the ground. You shivered but your thoughts being pushed away when four of your friends already sliding down through it using the yellow swimming tire made for four people.

You immediately glancing around because now only five people are left and four of them including Kayla was getting ready to start their adventure. Your friends only brought a two swimming tire and basically it only fits for eight people.

"Gu—guys.." You called out and four of them glancing against your direction.

"The tire was made for four people and— we were five. I— I don't want go alone.. I'll just going down using the stairs—"

"Right— I'm sorry I didn't realize that. That's fine I'll come down using the stairs with you—" Kayla spoke and getting up from the tire, walking towards where you stand at the corner but you stopped her by saying its fine.

"No no.. Kayla you can join them. Its fine actually— I'm having a doubt for sliding this down" You gestured. "I'm going to use the stairs. Its fine— guys" You let out an awkward laugh and Kayla sent you an apologetic look meanwhile the other three was calling her to come with them.

"Its fine, Kay. Just wait for me" You spoke softly.

"Okay then—" She nodded and turned her back to you. "I'll wait on the pool. Join us asap, yeah?" Kayla turned her head around once again and you nodded.

They disappeared against the waterslide tunnel not long after and you could hear their muffled laughter echoing through it. You sighed and wraps your arms around your torso. You shouldn't have agreeing to come because now you feel bad for ruining your friends summer time.

You turned around walking towards the stairs. You keep your head down and you saw a man feet walking in the same direction. Without thinking twice you move aside, letting him to walk first but a familiar voice calling your name caused you to looked up.

You feel like someone is pulling you harshly into the same hole that leading into your past when your eyes met those warm yet captivating brown eyes you wished you will never see again. Baekhyun, Byun Baekhyun. Your biggest crush ever when you were in the high school.

He was there. Looking at you with one arm holding the yellow swimming tire behind his back. The last time you saw him on his Instastory, his hair was white. But now he dyed his hair into a darker color. Slightly wet and half parted. It was like he's been running his fingers through his hair because it was a little bit messy. And you noticed that he was wearing a black shirt that clutching into his skin perfectly paired with red shorts. All wet.

Oh you just want to disappear and curse at Kayla for not telling you he was also coming. You feel shy under his gaze because you noticed he was looking at your exposed skin before going back into your eyes. You hugged your exposed torso a little bit tighter and shoot him a smile. A forced one because it was too obvious and Baekhyun noticed your awkwardness.

"I thought you went down already with Kayla and the others?" Baekhyun finally spoke. "I just talked to someone a few minutes ago and I told Lucas to going first with the others. Did he join you?" And now you realized you missed him that much. Even his voice sounds like a great lullaby when it reached your ears.

You could only nodded because you feel like your tongue are tied and its very hard to speak. Your heart keep thumping loudly meanwhile your brain keep telling you to leave him. Right now.

"Ah I see.. And— what happened to you why didn't you joining?"

And you finally open your mouth. "They only brought two tire— only fits for four people— all of us were nine so I didn't get the space" You answered with a soft laugh.

"And now you wanna go down using the stairs?" He asked again as he put the yellow tire on the slide.

You nodded.

Baekhyun glanced at you. A smile drew against his lips showing his teeth and those cute cheeks. "Wanna slide together?" He offered.

Your eyes widened immediately as you heard those words rolling out his tongue. Slide together? Hell nah. "But— you only brought the tire designed for one people—"

He chuckled. "Not a big problem. You can sit on my lap" He answered easily. "C'mon"

You close your eyes for a sec and trying to control your breathing because God this man is crazy and your heart is also beating crazily. "I'm sorry Baekhyun, but I got a trauma—"

"I know, I know. I would never forget that" He shook his head and threw his gaze into another direction before coming back to you. "I'll hold you tight. You're gonna be fine. C'mon" He then offered his hand to you.

Both your heart and mind is racing. You really didn't know what to do and what to choose. "C'mon.. You should live a little we both still young. I know you since long ago. You trusted me, right?"

Did you trust him? "Is that okay with you if I sit on your— la— lap?"

"More than okay. Let's go"

Baekhyun climbed against the tire. Trying to find the right position with his legs spread open. Once he was done, he gestured for you to sit on top of him. To sit on his lap.

You walked up slowly towards him with a shaky legs and you just hope he didn't noticed. Take a deep breath, you crouched down to sit against his lap carefully. You could feel the wet material of his shorts rubbing against your inner thighs as you sit down. His right arm immediately snakes around your naked torso and you shivered because his skin feels cold against your warm one meanwhile his other hand clutching into the side of the tire for safety. Your both hands also joining him clutching the side of it.

"Ready?" He spoke softly against your ear. His breath caressed your skin.

You nodded softly before you closed your eyes. You don't want to see everything. You were scared of being drowned. "Relax.." Baekhyun tightened his grip around your body. "We'll go in one.. Two.."

"Three!"

With that, you could feel the tire sliding down in a fast motion. Moving deeper inside the tunnel of the waterslide. You could hear the man behind you screaming and laughing happily when you wouldn't dare to open your eyes. It took around one minute or more for reaching the pool and the next thing you realized was your body being slammed hard into the water as your breath hitched in your throat. A lot of water filling up your nose and you panicked. But you were pulled to the surface just in time as a pair of arms wrapped around your body.

You couldn't help but clutching into his arms as you coughed. Your breathing was fast and you probably looks like a dying fish in the hand of the fisherman. "Easy— easy... Let it out" You heard Baekhyun talk as he patted your back soothingly.

A minute passed and you were greeted by his warm gaze. You could tell he was worried about you from the way he looks at you in your eyes. "Are you okay?"

You nodded and let out a laugh as you throw your arms around his neck. Pulling him into your embrace. "I'm alright. I'm— I'm so sorry Baekhyun"

He gladly returned your embrace and running his fingers against your tangled locks. "That's fine. You're okay. We both fine. You trusted me, didn't you?"

You nodded and close your eyes again. You could feel Baekhyun chuckled because your chest was pressed against him. "Let's go for another ride then?" He asked you.

And not far from where you were at, stood Kayla smiling and winked against the man. Baekhyun nodded and raised his thumb towards her. Mission success.

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Hello! I'm back again hehe thankyou so much for your feedback on my first entry! I love you ❤❤ more are definitely coming please wait for me ehehe ‘ㅅ’!

And oh I can't replying to comments I'm kinda new on this app could someone please tell me how to? Thankyou 😂😭😭

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trisscar368 · 3 years

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Final thought before I crawl back in my coffin is going to be kicking a hornet’s nest.

Has it never occurred to you? Have you never mused upon the fact that you're living my life in reverse? My story began when I killed my brother, and that's where your story inevitably will end.

First ... first, you'd kill Crowley. There'd be some strange, mixed feelings on that one, but you'd have your reason. You'd get it done, no remorse.

And then you'd kill the angel, Castiel. Now, that one ... that I suspect would hurt something awful.

And then would come the murder you'd never survive, the one that would finally turn you into as much of a savage as it did me. Your brother, Sam. The only thing standing between you and that destiny is this Blade. You're welcome, my son.

First, I understand this has been discussed literally to death. And then resurrected and killed again, taken to parties and dressed up for photos, had runes carved into it, turned into mulch... This was all a very prolonged Shower Thought that wouldn’t leave me alone until I typed it out.

We know of five relationships for Cain; Lucifer, who gave him the Mark. Abel, the brother he killed. Abaddon, the lieutenant he made who betrayed him out of jealousy. Colette, his wife who he loved enough to change, to stop, who he killed. And Dean, the next bearer of the Mark, the one he “felt connected to right from the beginning. Kindred spirits.” Who he’s about to kill.

Three of these things match, one does not, and one looks an awful lot like the end of the season so we’ll come back in a sec.*

Cain draws the first parallel clearly. Sam is Abel, the brother, the murder that will seal everything and break it beyond repair.

Fandom’s discussed and dissected Castiel being Colette ad nauseum, and I don’t really feel the need to return to it in depth. Of the three deaths, he lands in the middle of the sequence, has the same romantic parallels (don’t make me dig out sources...), and is the one who asks for Dean to stop. ‘You don’t have to kill anyone else.’

Crowley is the one that actually bugs me.

Traditionally, when I’ve seen analysis done of this sequence the generally accepted interpretation is that the intended parallel is to Abaddon. Sometime friend, sometime enemy, long entangled romantic history that Cain gave up when he met the love of his life. From a ship parallels, it absolutely makes sense - Cain/Abaddon becomes Cain/Colette, Drowley becomes Destiel.

The decision for her to die, setting Dean in motion to kill her by proxy, marks the beginning of Cain’s descent into madness. Crowley would be the first point of no return, someone Dean normally wouldn’t kill but he’s too far gone to care anymore about the relationship they’d shared.

But... Cain doesn’t kill Abaddon, he admits to killing every Knight except for her. When he speaks of Colette’s death, he blames the Knights as a whole, not just Abaddon, and when we see the flashback Abaddon first says us then me. (sidenote, where have I see that we/I language before, HMM). He sets Dean up to finish what he walked away from, a path Dean was already on. He expresses remorse when he hands over the Mark because he’s breaking his promise to Colette.

It’s a strong argument but it doesn’t quite sit right.

Let’s look at that first/last death again, and build a little story of parallels.

Someone comes into Dean/Cain’s life, someone they’re somewhat familiar with but don’t really know (heard about scrawled on demon bathroom walls/unwilling ally and enemy but not friend), someone who is similar to Dean/Cain in ways they don’t want to quite admit (a killer, kindred spirits/someone who wants to be human).

This individual asks something of Dean/Cain, and it seems mutually beneficial (I can kill Abaddon for you/I can give you a way to kill her), and the next thing Dean/Cain knows they’re floating high. Addicted to killing and drenched in blood and they like the disease, there’s no coming back from the darkness inside that got let out. Something that was there, something they fought for years. Once they’re high all they want is to stay where they are and feed that addiction what it wants. Dean/Cain might have started with people who almost deserve it but it won’t end there. Gone to the dark side and miserable there but they love it and don’t want to leave.

Once upon a time, when they were sane, before the curse drove them mad, Dean/Cain stood in front of that familiar stranger and looked them in the eye.

“Make me a promise first. When I call you -- and I will call -- you come find me and use the Blade on me.”

“I need you out here to take out whatever comes out of there. And I'm serious. I mean whatever comes out.” “Happily.”

That person says they will, but by the time it’s needed... they won’t be able to.

Crowley makes the same promise Dean did, I will kill you when you tell me. When the moment came, Dean, and Cain, would have stopped caring about the person on the other end of the Blade.

Both interpretations work, and honestly the more I sit with both the more I’m beginning to think reading them in tandem might be the best solution, because the events are so intertwined. Abaddon’s death starts with meeting Dean and extracting that promise. The greatest problem I have with my Crowley=Dean argument (I’m legally required to play devil’s advocate here) is that there’s so much I as the audience have to do to reach this conclusion. I have to be familiar with Crowley’s relationship with Dean, but ignore what I know about their ship dynamic while still reading Colette into the choice of Castiel. 10.14 is packed with Drowley subtext, so pretending it isn’t there is a very hard pill to swallow.

(Yes, I will be reading “Happily” as “As you wish” for the rest of my life, it just is, Crowley just wanted to be loved ;_; )

Dean subverts all three deaths, 10.17 for Crowley, 10.22 for Cas, 10.23 for Sam, and given how he came out of the 10.14 fight he was meant to. But I can’t help but wonder if there’s something that got left on the cutting room floor, either just in this episode or in the abandoned plan for the rest of the season, that would have made it clearer which parallel Cain thought he was making, if they’re meant to overlap. Multifunctioning mirrors is a thing SPN writers like to use.

(Dear Bobbo, when you wrote this episode wth did you actually intend...)

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*The very beginning is Lucifer, a voice in the darkness speaking lies and telling Cain to kill his brother to save him from a worse fate. At the end there is Death, telling Dean to kill his brother to save the world, saying things about Amara we find out later are not exactly true.

The Mark/Amara is older than both.

#spn 10x14 #notes from last night's meta club #oh dean...#spn meta #my meta #crowley macleod #cain #I'm mostly going to just eat popcorn and ignore the notes cause I've typed WAY more than I should have tonight

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jadelotusflower · 2 years

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Robin Hood Rewatch: 3x07 Too Hot To Handle

So the dvds from the library haven't come yet, but life finds a way. That is, some kind soul has uploaded the series to YouTube, which accounts for the potato quality of some of the screenshots, but hey.

This week is the inevitable Robin/Isabella rift, while Guy finally gets to be Sheriff for a total of five minutes (lol), Prince John continues to be entertaining, and Kate gets captured (again). The rest of the gang? Propping up the scenery.

It's (presumably) summer in Nottinghamshire, where they seem to be experiencing a drought. Not so in Locksley Manor, where the water flows freely and PJ and Isabella engage in some painful flirting, but Isabella's main intent seems to be currying PJ's favor to stick it to Guy.

Isabella goes outside where Robin is waiting for her with strawberries, something that pisses me off no end. The people are practically dying of thirst, Robin, and you take fruit to Isabella who absolutely does not need it. THERE'S FRUIT INSIDE. IT'S ON THE TABLE. RIGHT HERE.

I know Robin is meant to be seen as selfish here, since the narrative of this episode is the choice between a normal life and his life as Robin Hood, and he's got the blinkers on for Isabella instead of his people, but this is the only moment that actually is the case. It just seems too obliviously self-centred, even for Robin.

But he and Isabella make with the flirt, and while it is somewhat jarring as a viewer to see Robin move so quickly into a romance with Isabella, I don’t necessarily think it’s unexpected. Firstly, it’s not uncommon for widow/ers to marry again within a short period of time, and secondly, it harkens back to the Robin we meet in the first episode, who certainly wasn’t adverse to a flirtation - I don’t think at this point Robin is thinking much outside of that mindset, perhaps he’s even trying to recapture that carefree part of himself without the great weight of responsibility he feels in all other aspects.

I just want to take a sec to talk about Isabella's costuming. Generally I like the clothing upgrade for everyone this season (even Robin's has grown on me), but there's more going on here. Since her introduction, Isabella's gowns have been a very similar style - an off the shoulder/bateau neckline, often with the front laces partly undone and no shift or chemise in sight. Obviously this sexualises her, positioning Isabella as a temptress to both Robin and Prince John, but I think it's also intended to convey her vulnerability - how in fleeing an abusive marriage she's needed to rely on the whims of men - keeping them on side by seeking their attention and protection. IIRC, her style shifts once she becomes Sheriff and gains the power to protect herself.

Guy is annoyed PJ hasn't made him Sheriff yet, and PJ points out he he has everything but the title, the power, and the castle. LOL.

"Obviously [Robin] has to hang. The only problem is the people insist on adoring him still." A great line reading from Toby Stephens.

PJ has figured out that he needs to give the people what they need/want if he is to be loved like Robin, and that's water. I actually think this is a nice little contrast to last episode where he used fire to burn the Locksley Church, and now he's giving them water to figuratively put out the flames - that decision was spur of the moment (fire doing damage in seconds), this one is calculated (water trickling over time) - it's all very elemental and lets us into PJ's hot/cold psyche a bit.

However PJ looks out the window and sees Isabella provocatively eating a strawberry with Robin, figuring out in one scene (that his would-be paramour is playing both sides) what it took Guy two seasons to accept. Although to be fair, Robin and Marian were never so stupid as to flirt literally outside Locksley Manor while Guy was inside, and perhaps this is indicative of Robin's increased recklessness.

Robin tells Isabella goodnight - was this meant to have been shot day-for-night and they just forgot to to the colour correction? If Robin and Isabella were meeting in the dark they wouldn't seem so stupid, but in summer it doesn't get dark in England until like 10pm - so either way I guess.

When they get to the castle, however, it is dark. PJ explains that's he's blocked the underground spring to hoard Nottingham's water supply. I mean as plans go it's not bad? He then gets to position himself as benevolent overlord - able to give them what even Robin Hood cannot.

In Locksley, the well is dry. We meet Ellie and her baby, who is apparently Kate's godson. This won't have a bearing on the plot, we just need to know that Kate is also adored by the Locksley villagers. No sign of Rebecca or Maggie though - are they still around? Did they leave?

Robin is moody that what they do never seems to change anything. And I kid you not, Kate replies: "Well thank goodness for me then." That is an actual line in the script! She really stands there in the face of Robin's malaise and essentially says "but MEEEE!" She delivers the news that she's found out where PJ is hiding the water like she's cracked the Enigma code rather than just noticing a building being guarded, and everyone pats her on the back! Literally!

This episode was written by Chris Lang, in a one and done for the show. Were they given direction to make Kate as smug and self-satisfied as possible? Because she has been written so consistently terrible across several writers now and can’t be a coincidence.

Guy doesn't believe Isabella would be in league with Robin, and we're getting Marian parallels all over this episode, because PJ has set a trap for her. Remember when Guy set a trap to uncover the spy in the castle and almost caught Marian? I bet he does, even if he's in denial about Isabella as much as he was about Marian.

PJ tells Guy to kill them both if he finds them, and Guy has a twinge of conscience.

The gang liberate the water from PJ's hoard and deliver it to the people of Locksley. There's a cute little bit where Ellie says her son's name is Robin, and he is flattered but she teases him that it was after the bird. He's suitable chastised before Ellie's husband Jack explains that he was in fact named for Robin - because he was a sickly lad and they wanted to give him a name of strength. I really like these small moments showing the connection between Robin and his people.

Interesting tidbit: Jack is played by Matt Devere, who has popped up on the show several times, including as Henry of Lewes, several guards, and the tar seller earlier this season.

Robin broods, and Marian's Theme kicks in - he tells Much he envies Ellie and Jack because "they have each other". This is a happy couple with a young child - a family Robin will never have, and no matter how hard he's tried to sublimate his grief it rises to the fore every now and then.

Much tells Robin "well, we have each other" but agrees when Robin points out it's not the same. As nicely subtle as Much is in this moment - knowing there's nothing he can say, and can only be there as support - his character really has been shafted this season. Where is the progression from his rightful outburst in the barn, from Robin's confessions - where is Much coming into his own? Instead we have the stupid crush on Kate.

Speak of the devil, she arrives to say that Isabella told her offscreen she wants to meet Robin in the meadow. If we're to buy this great animosity/rivalry between Isabella and Kate, shouldn't we have seen this interaction? At least given Kate an actual reason to dislike Isabella other than petty jealousy, which is never a good look on anyone.

Robin has developed a new tick: winding a piece of cloth around his fist - he did the same thing last episode with Isabella's blindfold.

There’s also a continuity error - in the two shot coverage on Robin, he’s wearing the cloth around his neck, on the coverage of Kate, he isn’t.

Tuck is also in the anti-Isabella camp, for reasons I still can't fathom. To their credit, John and Much point out that she's helped them before (Allan says nothing, probably not wanting to have any aspersions cast on his own loyalties), but Tuck insinuates that Robin is thinking with this dick and that Robin's priority should be to stay in Locksley to help dole out the water.

And this is what I'm talking about - this false dichotomy presented that it's Isabella or being Robin Hood - Robin is absolutely right when he points out that she may have information that could help them solve the water crisis. Absolutely right! Because she does!

Later he'll be gaslit that he shouldn't have trusted her on the basis of Tuck and Kate's gut feelings, but in this scene Robin is 100% correct and they're being ridiculous about it.

But they succeed in getting inside his head - despite the heat, Robin puts on his doublet and takes his weapons to meet Isabella, and treats her with suspicion. At this point she's completely honest with him - she doesn't want to be on the losing side, seeks to undermine Guy, and wants Robin to like her. He calls it a "politically motivated act" but is flirty. They kiss while Guy is watching from the treeline.

PJ arrives in Locksley with the water grand gesture, but sees he's been usurped. He forces a villager to tell him it was Robin who gave them water, and then orders his guards to plunge the poor guy face first into the barrel.

PJ has snapped, and is back to fire - if the villagers want water they will have to pay him for it. The guards pour out the barrel, and I thought the villager would splutter and cough but no, he's dead.

And the gang? Watch and do nothing! No doubt the implication was "oh if only Robin were there to help like Tuck wanted instead of making out with Isabella..." But is the gang not capable of interceding? There are five of them and PJ only has a handful of guards - they've faced worse odds. Instead they stand there and let a man drown rather than doing anything to stop it. This is not the We Are Robin Hood spirit!

Guy chains Robin and Isabella together as he accuses them both of treason, Robin accuses Isabella of setting him up, and she tries to placate both of them.

"You made me believe that we may have a future together" Um...no? I find this line extremely strange based on Robin and Isabella's relationship so far - clearly Robin didn't believe anything of the sort given his earlier brooding and general distrust of Isabella. Now Robin obviously has an intense attraction to her, and he has at times shown attachment that beguiles the amount of time they'd actually spent together, but I don't believe for a second that Robin thought anything about the future, as most of their interaction has been based on the intensity of the moment - hot or cold again.

Isabella asks Guy to let her go, and he agrees if she will kill Robin.

"It's a shame you didn't show that compassion to Marian before you ran her through." Robin is a ball of simmering rage at this line.

Robin and Isabella feign disdain for each other, but it's unclear if the other knows it. There's a three way fight, Robin and Isabella still shackled together and it’s rather nicely choreographed.

Robin stops Isabella from killing Guy, but given he tries to kill Guy later on this episode it seems his objection is the slaughter of a man while unconscious, and not the murder itself. Noblesse Oblige.

Isabella says she's hated Guy for 17 years. We know she was 13 when she was sold in marriage to Thornton, which makes her 30. So...older than Robin? I don't think his age is ever mentioned on screen, but for some reason I though it was accepted wisdom he was 25 in season 1, which would have him no more than 28 as of this episode (although given the jumping around in the timeline/seasons, who knows). But I don't think this matches up with the ages of the kids in the flashback episode? 17 years is a long time to be in an abusive marriage, especially when that abuse started when Isabella was still a child.

Anyway it's a good scene, and Isabella and Robin bonding over their hatred of Guy makes sense. His actions have helped make them both who they are, stripped away a bit of their humanity - at the core of it, both Robin and Isabella are two broken people that could either find solace and solidarity in the other, or destroy each other. Of course it turns out to be the latter.

PJ sure knows how to sit in a chair.

We get a glimpse into his pathology - he's as ruthless as the Sheriff, but where Vaisey genuinely didn't care what the populace thought of him, and if anything thrived on their distaste for him because it gave him power, PJ desperately wants their love because he thinks he’s entitled to it, and doesn’t understand that it must be earned.

"Maybe they need to truly hate me, before they can understand how to truly love me." A great line, and Toby Stephens’ performance really is so compelling.

But take a look at the ring on PJ's finger - doesn't it look a lot like "Marian's" ring Robin buried in 3x01? Maybe that ring was meant to be the one King Richard gave to wed them, aka a royal signet. Or the props department just reused it (which is probably more likely).

Robin and Isabella argue over which way Clun is, which seems a foolish thing to have your characters fight over when one has lived in the forest for years and one moved into the area five minutes ago.

"Surely you can't be made at me for letting you have your own way?" The banter is silly, but this seems to hit home. It is the kind of playful back and forth that is reminiscent of Marian (although the banter with her was better written), and it endears Isabella to Robin again. I don’t think he realises at this point that he is partly drawn to Isabella because she reminds him of Marian - if he did, I think he would have come to the realisation later in the episode much sooner and backed off.

And I think a part of it - for both of them - is to really stick it to Guy. Robin by romancing his sister, and Isabella his greatest enemy.

They get de-shackled in Clun, and Isabella points out she has nowhere to go. Robin assures her that she has him, and this really makes his rejection of her at the end even worse.

She asks what Marian was like, and Robin immediately clamps up again - the tense way he deflects with “what was who like?” knowing full well what she’s asking.

"She was Marian" and "I just want to forget" makes sense from the perspective that Robin only remains functional by disassociating from his grief, and therefore cannot think/talk about her. But as a viewer, did I really wanted this to be a longer scene.

But it also serves to give Isabella the wrong idea - that he's moved on, that Marian's death wasn't so fundamentally devastating as it was - she doesn't see Robin as a man knowingly living on borrowed time, but someone who can love. It endears Robin to her again.

Also, much better shot of her costume here:

The gang leads the villagers to the River Trent. PJ has set up a patrol, and one of the guards recognises Tuck (the only black man in England this season, I guess). John knocks them both out, but they all run when reinforcements arrive.

And oh golly gee, Kate's been captured!

Robin and Isabella get under the castle to unblock the spring, but Guy has escaped and traps them in the chamber to drown.

Kate is brought before Prince John, and that makes two threats of sexual assault against her this season.

Much is going on about how he would do anything for Kate and no one is listening. Allan is helping a little old lady, which is very sweet. Tuck tries his hand at water divining.

PJ announces Guy as Sheriff, and the nobles in the room actually seem quite pleased. This is it, the culmination of Guy's ambition, and he doesn't seem like he knows how to feel about it.

Robin and Isabella hold each other to keep afloat, and Isabella tells him about her dream that they lived together in a farmhouse with animals and four children, but Robin is thinking of Marian (her Theme is back in case it wasn't absolutely clear) - even his comment "and the girls your brains" seems to be more about Marian than Isabella.

Does Isabella truly want this? Probably not. I think Isabella wants safety - and a humdrum rural life could be quite appealing in that context.

The staging of this scene is important too, because they can't see each other - Isabella hears Robin say the dream is "perfect" and so is happy, thinking they're on the same page, but if she'd seen his face she'd have known his heart wasn't in it.

Because that is exactly what Robin did want - to live in Locksley Manor and take care of his people and work his lands, he just can’t imagine that life with anyone but Marian.

Robin sees a way out (of the conversation as much as anything else), Isabella takes off her dress to use as a robe, and she is wearing a kirtle underneath after all.

Robin misses the first two shots - have we ever seen him miss like that before? Maybe that fall in 3x01 had long term effects.

I ask you, how did this fit under what she was wearing earlier? There’s no way it wouldn’t have been visible when the gown was so low in her shoulders.

Kate is being kept in the dungeon, and urges Robin not to trust Isabella, because she misinterpreted what PJ said earlier about Isabella giving Robin a message and assumed it meant she was in on it, rather than being played by PJ.

Isabella wants them to take the chance and leave, to run away and try and live the dream of a new life.

Robin tells her he likes her, but that he is Robin Hood and can't change that. Now, Isabella has much more reason to accuse him of making her believe they could have a future together at this point - and she seems to snap at his rejection. Because Robin wasn't thinking, that moment in the water was perhaps the first time he did really think about where the relationship with Isabella was going, and realised that he just wasn’t capable of giving her what she wanted.

Because I do believe that he likes Isabella - and that scares the hell out of him, because there could be something stronger between them than attraction/flirtation and he is too emotionally fragile to go down that path again.

It would have been much more diplomatic for Robin to park the conversation - to simply say he can’t leave anyone behind, but that he wants Isabella to come to the camp and join them, that they’ll keep her safe. Instead, he pushes Isabella away, because he realises that he can’t go in any deeper, and that perhaps he’d already gone too far.

I posited at the beginning of the season that following Marian's death and his fall off the cliff it was the symbolic death of Robin the man - leaving only the legend Robin Hood, pushing through playing a role until his time is done, and I think that's borne out here. There's no heart for Robin left to give, at least the way Isabella wants it.

Kate is watching all of this happen, and she misinterprets it too, thinking that Robin is rejecting Isabella herself, rather than rejecting the idea of a life outside being an outlaw.

PJ and Guy arrive, and what options does Isabella have left? Not with Robin, who has reneged on his promise, not with Guy, who won’t give her another chance. So she desperately pivots to PJ, doing what she has to do to survive.

It’s a really good swordfight - Robin vs Isabella, Guy vs PJ, then Guy vs Isabella, Robin vs PJ, then finally Guy vs Robin. his earlier wisdom about it being better to let Guy live in his misery evaporates; Robin really wants to kill him this time.

Kate escapes from her cell and stops him from going after Guy. But wait, before they run away, she needs to give him a kiss on the cheek first.

The water is back, and everyone in Locksley is happy (except the dead man and his family I guess). Robin reminds himself "this is what you do."

There's hugs all around. I love it when there’s hugs all around.

Allan asks what happened with Isabella, and Robin says she won't be joining them just yet, and winks at Kate, which was probably just meant to be a nod to a shared experience, but Kate clearly takes as validation. He then looks wistfully at Ellie, Jack, and baby Robin, and when he turns back around Kate smiles at him. Again, I don't see this as romantic on Robin's part, but him recommitting himself to his gang, and walking away from the dream of family life. But Kate has her own dreams, and they're fixated on Robin.

To be honest I think they could have made more out of Robin/Isabella before they turned on each other, and I wonder if Jonas Armstrong had stuck around for another season whether they would have.

As it is we’re just past the halfway point, and are soon going to start steamrolling towards the end of the season. But not next week. Next week, we have more filler.

#robin hood bbc #robin hood rewatch #3x07 #too hot to handle

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Black ribbon and silver bows

The fifth of may meant that there were exactly 2 months until Draco turned 17. Draco had gone above and beyond for your birthday, spoiling you with 17 individually wrapped gifts that he sent you on a wild goose chase around the school to find. You wanted to make him equally as special as he made you feel, but what did you get the boy who could get anything he wanted?

You thought about getting him a pet, but you didn’t think his mother would appreciate a cat roaming around the halls of the Malfoy Manor. Then you thought about getting him a broom, but as usual, Draco already had the best of the best. Your mind turned to clothes, but the man only wore black shirts with tailor-made trousers.

“Still thinking about what to get Draco?” Blaise’s voice asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Ugh yes, anything I think of, he already has”

“You’re fault for choosing rich, should have dated a Weasley, they’d be over the moon with an unworn robe”

You smacked Blaise’s arm “Don’t be so rude, Blaise. Just because you don’t like them doesn't mean you can be a prick”

“Why don’t you make him something? I’m sure the elves would let you sneak into the kitchen to cook, you could draw something, write him a poem”

If you were a cat, your ears would have pricked at hearing the word ‘draw’, Draco was never a fan of the decorations in his room, maybe you could paint him a painting that he could hang up on his wall.

“You might have just saved Draco’s birthday”

The increase of chatter across the library hinted that your free period was over and it was now time for lunch. You and Blaise collected your things and returned the books to the returns trolley before making your way to the great hall. You bumped into Draco, Pansy and Daphne on your way there. The five of you made your way to the Slytherin table to see Crabbe and Goyle already tucking in.

“Why am I not surprised that you two gluttons are the first on the table?” Blaise asked, throwing his school bag down and taking a seat.

The rest of your group sat down as well, the elves had made different variations of chicken wraps for lunch today. You picked up a grilled chicken wrap and began eating it, famished after your hour of revision during your free period. You had just finished the first one when Draco said your name.

“You’ve got sauce on your mouth, darling”

You stuck your tongue out trying to lick it off but you kept missing.

“Hold still a sec” Draco instructed. He used his thumb to wipe the spot of sauce from your mouth, licking it off his thumb once he was done.

“Ah my saviour!” you fake swooned.

He laughed and continued to eat his lunch. You wolfed another half of a wrap before feeling full.

“Are we still revising for charms after dinner?” Daphne asked, looking up from her homework.

“I’m on it, but the boys have quidditch practise until 7, so they’ll have to join in later” You replied, snapping the lid of your lip balm back on

“Actually, practice is cancelled, so Blaise and I’ll be there” Draco added, downing the rest of his pumpkin juice.

“Y/N, you alright?”

Your head whipped around to see Neville Longbottom standing behind you.

“Are you lo-” Draco began to sneer

You pinched the outside of his thigh making him grit his teeth instead of finishing his sentence. “Neville, hi”

“I just wanted to return your charms notes, they were dead useful, thanks,” He said with a light blush, holding your pile of notes out.

“Oh, thank you. I’m so glad you found them helpful” You took the notes from him with a smile.

“Have a nice rest of the afternoon,”

“You too Neville,”

He returned to his friends and your friends turned onto you.

“Why are you so nice to him?” Blaise demanded.

“Oh merlin, when are you guys going to get over this rivalry, he needed help, so I helped him.”

“He’s also Longbottom”

You rolled your eyes. “Anyways, does anyone want to let me copy the last two questions for the dada homework?”

Daphne slid her roll of parchment over to you and you quickly scribbled the answers. Just as you had screwed on the cap for your ink lid, the bell for your next lesson rang. Nowadays your lessons were less structured, it was two months before exam season which meant the teachers pushed to revise topics rather than introducing new ones. Some teachers preferred to let you get on in groups doing your own thing, others had a strict revision lesson planned. But one thing was for certain exams had definitely taken over your life.

After your charms revision session with your friends, you and Draco found yourselves walking up to the astronomy tower. The sun was beginning to set as you nestled yourself into his lap.

“Don’t you think it’s mad that in a couple of years we won’t be able to do this anymore?” You asked, tightening his arms around you.

“We can watch the sunset from anywhere love”

“Ha ha you know what I mean idiot”

“I’m ready to leave this place”

“Sorry Mr ‘I should have been in Durmstrang’”

“I should have, my father agreed more with their curriculum”

“Maybe cause his old death eater buddy was running it”

“He’s your father's old death eater buddy too”

“My father never thought about sending me to Durmstrang”

“That’s because it’s a boys-only school, love”

“I don’t like you”

“That’s because you love me,”

“Speaking of love, do you remember the first moment you realised you loved me?”

He paused “As a matter of fact I do”

“Do tell, Mr Malfoy”

“We were at that party at the Parkinson’s in our 3rd year. You had a silver dress on. Your mum forced you into these heels and you hated them. You wobbled over to me and clung to my arm the whole night. But as soon as we were shooed away from the adults, you took them off and practically shoved them into my hands and started walking around barefoot. Pansy’s grandmother came out of the parlour and saw you without your shoes on and went berserk, she called you a disgrace, all our mothers came out to see what was going on and I’m pretty sure your mum looked like she was going to kill you”

“I remember that! Then I transfigured her ostrich feather boa into a snake around her neck!”

“She nearly pissed her pants” He laughed, causing you to smile.

“So is that your favourite memory of us?”

“No, my favourite memory takes place in our 4th year at the Yule ball. I didn’t want to dance in front of all those idiots but you pulled me up there anyway. But as soon as you held my hand it was like they all disappeared and it was just me and you. I spun you out and when you spun back into my arms, I dipped you and you looked so beautiful. But that is fighting for the top spot from the time you sucked me off in the restricted section, and the time you floo’ed into my room last summer at 2 am and I absolutely ruined you”

“Okay okay I get the picture your favourite memories are when we have sex”

“Not all of them, just some, what’s yours?”

“5th year, Christmas break, your parents’ Christmas party, you hid my promise ring inside my dessert” you held your hand up letting your ring sparkle in the candlelight, it was simple, a small princess cut emerald on a gold band, but it was oh so precious “You kept staring at me and I was so confused, I wasn’t even looking at what I was eating until you jerked my hand back and told me to look in the spoon and there it was. You cleaned it off and slid it on my finger right in front of everyone. Or maybe it was the time you made me sit on your face when we snuck into a room at the leaky cauldron”

Draco laughed and lifted your hand up and played with the ring. “After we finish Hogwarts, I’m gonna replace this ring with a diamond one”

“You are?”

“Why do you sound so surprised, I told you already I was going to change your last name to mine, even your parents know”

“I know but I didn’t know you wanted to do this so early"

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?”

“You are so whipped”

Draco shoved you off him playfully.

“But it’s okay because I’m equally as whipped” you replied sitting back in his lap.

“You’d better be, otherwise I’d-”

“You’d what? Tell your father?”

“Right, that’s it” His fingers found your sides as he began tickling you. By the time he felt as though he tortured you enough, you were both breathless.

“I love you," He said, smoothing your shirt down.

“I love you more”

“Who’s up here?” Filch’s voice grumbled.

You and Draco grinned at each other as you quickly threw your robes on and lifted the hoods, running straight past Filch and into the Slytherin common room.

You had now learnt what Draco’s favourite memory of you was. All that was left was actually getting around to paint it. If you weren’t in a lesson, you were revising, usually most of the time with Draco. Even on weekends, you found yourself in in the library completing practise exam papers and testing yourself on flashcards. And any time you weren’t working, you and Draco used as an opportunity to spend time with one another without being bogged down with work. You’d already decided that the room of requirement would be the perfect place to start painting, but the issue was figuring out how you’d be able to sneak there and back without arousing suspicion.

After much deliberation, you decided that your best option for sneaking out was on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. Every Tuesday after dinner, Draco and Blaise would go out to the quidditch pitch to blow off some steam, by the time he had finished and showered, you were almost always already in bed. On Wednesday, you decided you’d tell Draco a little white lie and say that Flitwick had asked you to tutor a struggling 5th year in Charms, it would give you a few hours to yourself to get ahead with painting.

The upcoming Tuesday your plan was in action, you made Daphne swear she wouldn’t tell Draco where you were and you made your way to the room of requirement. It was honestly a Godsend. You stepped into a room full of different sized canvasses, there were tubes of oil paint and palettes of watercolours and squeezy bottles of acrylic. A table was full of paintbrushes of different sizes and shapes and there were an easel and chair right in the middle of the room.

You picked out a large rectangular canvas and placed it landscape on the easel and got to sketching the outline of your painting. If all went to plan, it would be a loop of Draco’s favourite memory of the two of you at the ball, if it didn’t well, then it would be a still image and if everything went south, you’d have to somehow find a way to get some lingerie to distract him from your lack of presents.

Painting the canvas was going to be the hard part, sketching the outline, however, was proving to be a huge nightmare already, you had drawn and redrawn Draco’s face about a hundred times, not being able to get it exactly right. You were about to kick a hole in your canvas when a small a5 picture caught your eye, stuck under the foot of the easel. You picked it up to see a photograph of the exact moment you were trying to recreate. This was why you loved this room, taking a deep breath, you redrew Draco’s face finally getting it as you liked it. By the time you had finished the full outline, it was almost two am, you knew you were going to struggle to wake up in the morning, but that was something for future you to deal with, present you had to find a way to sneak out of the room and back to your dormitory without detection.

In order to make as little noise as possible, you took your shoes off and ran across the castle in just your socks, you were only a few steps away from the entrance to the common room before Mrs Norris came around the corner. She meowed loudly as you whisper-shouted the password, the corridor revealing itself. You ran down it and straight up the stairs into your dormitory. You tried to get into bed as quietly as possible before falling asleep.

In hindsight, staying up sketching until 2 am was a horrible idea. It was only 1 in the afternoon and you were struggling to stay awake.

“I don’t get why you don’t just pay someone to paint it for you,” Daphne asked, scrunching a piece of paper into a ball and throwing it in the bin beside you.

“Because then there's no sentimental value behind it” You replied, massaging your temples.

“What time did you fall asleep anyway?”

“By the time I drowned out Pansy’s snoring it was 3, I was just lucky I had a free period first so I ended up getting an hours extra sleep”

“Merlin, remind me to never fall in love”

You laughed before rubbing your eyes and returning to your work.

It took you four weeks of staying up till 2 am to finish Draco’s painting. You had spent hours mixing the right shades of paint, at one point you ended up getting rid of the paint on the whole canvas and starting again but exactly three weeks before Draco’s birthday, you had mastered the spell to make your painted figures move and your masterpiece was complete. Your only worry was that Narcissa Malfoy would hate it and would stop her son from hanging it in his bedroom.

In order to get the huge canvas from the room of requirement back to your dormitory, you had to ask Neville to ask Harry if you could borrow his invisibility cloak. If Draco had found out that you got Harry’s help you were 90% sure he’d be the one kicking a hole in your canvas. For now, the canvas was safely tucked under your bed.

The next morning, you stuffed Harry’s cloak in your bag and made your way down to meet him. You had agreed the previous evening that you’d meet outside Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom before breakfast to make the exchange. As planned, he was stood with Neville right outside the entrance to the toilet. You pulled the cloak out and handed it back to Harry.

“Thank you, I know you and Draco don’t like each other, but it means a lot that you'd go out on a limb to help me.”

“While I question your choice in men, Y/L/N, you’ve helped Neville out on more than one occasion and any friend of Neville’s is a friend of mine.”

You smiled at Harry, “I’m gonna head to breakfast before Draco gets suspicious, see you boys, later”

They waved goodbye as you made your way back to breakfast, stopping in the normal girl's toilet to sort your shirt out which you found you were wearing inside out. Your group of friends were already sat down eating, all but Draco.

“Where is he?” You asked.

“Couple third years said they had to tell him something in private, oh wait, speak of the devil”

You turned and he did not look happy. His jaw was clenched and he was walking oddly fast, he came to you and gripped you firmly by the arm. “Can I speak to you, outside, Y/N”

You looked at him confused but followed him out. As soon as you were out of earshot from the hall he turned around to face you, he looked pissed, he kept walking forward until you were pinned between him and the wall.

“You want to tell me why some friends in 3rd year saw you giving Potter his invisibility cloak back?”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, darling, we both know you’re not. ‘it looked like she was holding something but there wasn't anything in her hand’. Why did you have his cloak”

“I was planning on recreating that memory of yours in the restricted section for your birthday, I asked Neville if I could borrow Harry’s cloak to get us there and back but then I remembered you wouldn’t have come if we were using his cloak so I gave it back” You lied smoothly

He swallowed and nodded, not moving back. You pushed him off and scoffed.

“Is this what you’re doing now? Sending third years to follow me?”

“You of all people should know I have eyes and ears everywhere.”

“Those eyes and ears shouldn't be snooping on your girlfriend”

“They wouldn’t have to if you weren’t lying to me about where you were for the past month.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Helping a 5th year with Charms as per the request of Flitwick? Well not according to the professor himself”

“Dra-”

He laughed, “Can’t even cover up your lies properly. Why don't I give you a few hours to come up with a cover story, I can’t bear the sight of you right now” Draco turned and walked away, ignoring you as you called out for him.

He acted as though you didn’t exist for all of your lessons, he didn't sit next to you, he didn't speak to you, he barely looked at you. You chose to have dinner alone in your room that night. It had occurred to you during your second period that Draco thought you were cheating on him with Harry. It made sense, you were sneaking around and you were seen giving Harry’s cloak back as if to say that you two had been meeting up in secret under it. But it also made absolutely no sense either, you and Draco had been together since the beginning of your 3rd year. Your father was a death eater for Pete’s sake, it didn’t take a genius to realise you’d be disowned if you brought home Harry fucking Potter.

You were partway through your transfiguration homework when Daphne came bounding up into the dormitory.

“Right, what is going on with you and Draco?” She asked, throwing her bag on the floor and collapsing on her bed.

“Nothing,” You lied.

“See that is absolute bullshit because he has been a moody prick all day and you skipped dinner, so come out with it, spill”

You sighed and explained everything.

“Why don’t you just tell him the truth then?”

“Because if I do, it’ll ruin the surprise”

“And if you don’t it’ll end your relationship, my mother is over the moon at the fact that I’ll be a bridesmaid at a Malfoy wedding, you don’t want to crush her dreams do you?”

“You’re right, do you know where he is?”

“He went straight into his dormitory”

You nodded and made your way there. He was joined by his friends.

“Rest of you out, thanks,” You said, walking in and standing in the middle of the room.

Blaise looked at Draco and he nodded, prompting him, Theodore and Goyle to leave. He refused to look at you. You took a seat at the end of his bed and began to explain.

“I’m well aware you think I’m cheating on you with Potter, but that’s really the complete opposite of what’s happening. The truth is, for the past few weeks, I’ve been arranging your birthday present. I finished it last night and I asked for Harry’s cloak so I could bring it back to my dormitory without revealing the surprise. That’s where I’ve been sneaking off to. Not to go snog Potter under his invisibility cloak”

“Oh”

“Bet you feel really fucking stupid now don’t you,” You scoffed

“I’m sorry, darling,”

“Do you not think? Could you imagine my parents’ reaction if I brought home Potter? They’d disown me faster than you came the first time we-”

He grabbed you into a hug before you could finish your sentence.

“I am truly sorry, princess, for jumping to conclusions and for ruining my surprise.”

“Well, you haven’t totally ruined it, you don’t know what it is yet.”

“Can we come back in yet, I need to get out of this fucking uniform” Theodore shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

Draco shouted back a yeah and his friends returned.

“See you two’ve kissed and made up, about time too, Draco’s a right git when he's moody”

Draco threw a pair of balled-up socks at Blaise’s head before you got up off the bed.

“I’ll meet you in the common room once I’ve finished my homework,” You told him before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He mumbled an okay before kissing you once more and you were on your way.

The next morning, at breakfast, you noticed your father’s owl descend onto the table in front of you. You took the letter expecting him to fly off and return home but he waited expectantly, clearly, he was told to wait until you replied. He hopped up onto your arms as you took him to the owlery to recuperate while you read your letter and replied.

Y/N,

You’re hopefully aware that it is Draco’s birthday in a few weeks, I hope that you have got him an adequate gift. You know how important your 17th birthday is and as I remember, Draco spoilt you with 17 gifts. Since you are a young lady, you're not expected to gift him anything as lavish as some of the presents he gave you, but tradition dictates that you should get him something worthy of a pureblood wizard, in particular jewels. Please reply as soon as possible, only so I know that you won’t embarrass your father and I (and in the case you do, I can send you an alternative). Your brothers and your father send their regards. We miss you.

Mother

You rolled your eyes at her need for keeping up appearances and quickly scribbled her back a reply. You wished you were at home to see her reaction to you gifting him a painting you painted yourself. Once your father’s owl had filled himself up with water and owl feed, you attached the letter to him and sent him on his way.

Later in the evening, your mother’s owl pecked at you through the library window. You went out into the corridor and took a letter and a box off of her. Once you had freed her of her cargo, she hooted and flew off. You opened the second letter and read.

Sweetheart, I know that you are an accomplished young artist, but a painting will simply not do, especially for his 17th birthday. However, since I am your mother and I know you best, I had a feeling I would need to help you in this department. I took the liberty of going into Bourgin and Burke’s on the weekend and purchased a rare black diamond ring for Draco on your behalf. I think he will like it and I think you will too. I hope you are studying well for your exams,

Mother

You tried to rip open the wrapping on the box but it wouldn't move. The fold at the bottom lifted itself up a bit and ran across your finger, giving you a papercut. A thin line of blood collected on its edge and the wrapping dissolved leaving you with a red ring box, she was always partial to a bit of blood magic. You lifted the lid to see a thick silver band, it looked like it was either white gold or platinum, your mother thought sterling silver was too cheap, the oval cut diamond set atop a larger oval of platinum. It wasn't too plain but it also wasn’t overly gaudy, just as Draco liked it. You returned to the library with your second gift, making a note to hide it under your bed with your painting.

The next few weeks went past in a blur of mock exams and constant revision. Your first exam wasn’t until the 10th of June, giving you plenty of time to celebrate Draco’s birthday properly. The night before his birthday, half of Slytherin house was gathered in the common room waiting for it to hit midnight. You asked the elves to bake a cake for him and smuggled it with some snacks to have a small party with your friends.

At 11.59 you pulled a tie out from behind you and held it up.

“Gonna let me tie you up huh?” Draco asked with a smirk.

“Nice try, Malfoy, but this is for you” You replied getting up and tying it around his eyes.

“What are you doing, Y/L/N?”

You pointed your wand at the wall causing birthday banners and streamers to hang. Blaise brought the cake in from the 1st year dormitory. The large grandfather clock donged deeply as it hit midnight, you pulled his blindfold down as the whole common room burst into a rendition of happy birthday. He laughed and put his arm around your waist pulling you into his side. Nott finished the song on a horrible high note as Draco blew his candles out.

“Make a wish, Draco” Pansy shouted.

“I don’t need to, I've got everything I could wish for right next to me.”

You smiled up at him and gave him a kiss before addressing the crowd. “Eat my friends,” You felt like Dumbledore as plates of food dotted themselves around the common room. The attention moved from Draco to the food as everyone got up and attacked.

“Happy birthday, my love,” You said wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, princess, I wasn’t expecting this at all.”

“Only the best for my boyfriend”

You spent the next few hours playing truth or dare with your housemates, it was cut short when Snape barged into the common room, the decorations were ripped off the wall and the music from the radio stopped.

“I am going to give you until the count of 10 to return to your dormitory, anyone I still see standing here will be spending every weekend for the rest of the year cleaning with filch”

He began to count down from 10 as everyone scrambled to run into their dorms and get into bed.

You were so excited to surprise Draco with his presents that you skipped breakfast, instructing Daphne to tell him to meet you in the astronomy tower. You decided you were going to decorate your spot a little bit, you set up a soft blanket and some cupcakes and hung up the leftover banners and streamers from your midnight party in the common room. You had his gifts wrapped up with ribbon and some bows just to be extra, they sat in the centre of your blanket, the canvas taking up a large chunk of it. You had realised Draco would probably struggle to take the canvas back home, but that would be a problem he would have to deal with later.

“Y/N?” His voice called out from the bottom of the stairs.

“Up here, love” You replied, your head popping up over the bannister.

He broke into a smile when he saw you and rushed up the stairs taking them two at a time. You sat on the edge of the blanket and waited for him.

“Happy 17th birthday, Draco” You exclaimed as he reached the top.

His smile got even wider as he pulled you up and into a tight hug.

“I am so in love with you, do you know that?” he mumbled into your neck.

“I hope you feel the same after you see your presents,”

“Darling, you know you didn’t have to get me anything, you’re the best gift I could have ever received”

“I didn’t have to but I wanted to, here look”

His eyes fell onto the two wrapped gifts, he sat himself down and opened the top present.

“How did you get your hands on this?” he pulled the ring out and examined it closely.

“RIght so backstory to this, my mum didn’t believe that my original present was traditional enough to be a ‘wizard’s 17th birthday present’ so she went out to Bourgin and Burke and got this, but I wouldn’t have given it to you had I thought you wouldn't like it, so think of this as a gift from your in-laws.”

“My father’ll be jealous, he's been wanting a black diamond in his collection for ages now” He put the ring back in the box and was about to shut it.

“Wait, let me put it on. you put my ring on, so I’ll put yours on, practise for the big day”

He smiled at you as you sat down next to him and pulled the ring back out of the box. He held his left hand out for you and you slid the ring onto his ring finger.

“You know after this, they tend to kiss” He grinned.

“Oh yes, of course, if we’re going to practise we should be thorough” You pulled his head down and his lips met yours for a passionate kiss.

He pulled back after a few moments with a grin.

“We should keep practising, just to be on the safe side”

“Enough flirting, Malfoy you have another gift to open”

He turned and picked up the canvas in his hands.

“Is this the one you were sneaking away for?”

You nodded and he began to tear off the wrapping. He got up and placed it against the wall and stood there looking at it, silently. He was silent for a while as he watched the loop of Draco spinning you out and then dipping you on your return with a kiss. Although he hadn't said anything, you got the feeling that he didn't particularly like this gift. He was probably thinking of a way to let you down easily.

“Do you not like it?” You asked quietly.

“What? No!” he turned around with a genuine smile. “I love it, darling, it's perfect. Honestly, it's beautiful.”

You physically relaxed and went to stand next to him. “You said you didn’t like the painting in your room above the fire so I thought I’d give you something to change it with, I’m just not sure if your mother would like it, since its not one of those classical masterpieces.”

“I don’t care what my mother thinks, as soon as I get home, I’m hanging this right up on my wall. I just never knew you could paint like this”

“My mum made me start painting when I was three, I stopped lessons as soon as I started Hogwarts but I kept it up on the side as a hobby and, well, I thought I’d immortalise your favourite memory of us.”

“You never cease to amaze me” He turned and pulled you into him “Thank you,”

“Don’t be silly it’s your birthday, stupid”

“Not just for this, for everything. For putting up with everything, the jealousy, the anger, the-”

“Hey, I’m not putting up with anything, I love you, Draco, all of you”

“Merlin, I can’t wait to marry you” His lips crashed into yours for a frenzied kiss, overwhelmed with emotion. “This is by far the best birthday I’ve ever had, nothing will be able to top this”

And he wasn’t lying. Whenever he was asked, by his kids, his grandkids even his great-grandkids, what his favourite birthday celebration was, his response was always the same, his 17th birthday.

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No More Drowning ft. Olivia Hye

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genres ✧ drunk hookup; outercourse; roommate!Olivia

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Perspiration deluges your white Taekwondo uniform. You make it fit loose so that it doesn’t stick to your skin. A refreshing breeze now annoys you as it whistles through your damn window that never sealed completely shut. At least you didn't need to turn on a fan today.

“Hey Captain,” you greet the commander of none. Hyejoo lies on a small blue couch, the only pristine spot in the living room. Her outfit suggests that there would be the usual cool air expected of the season but the fall is humid and stuck in the climate of a couple months past. It’s incredible that there is not a bead of sweat formed on her face. You study her and somehow she’s handsome in your eyes which is probably not a word others would use to describe the stunning woman reclining with her feet up.

“Wassup,” she says.

“You gonna-”

“Clean up? Yeah, yeah, lemme finish this round.”

Her face is welded to her screen though her eyes dart around maybe holding a hint of remorse at the clothes that litter the cramped living space and the dishes in the sink.

“I’m not an impostor! Ahhh!” Hyejoo shouts into the screen. Certainly none of her actions follow through on that guilt.

“How'd this even happen? You got pyjamas on the floor, shirts on the chairs. You a camgirl or something?"

"I'm a camgirl? I can see your tits dude.” Cover your pectoral cleavage in faux shame. ”Yo, I swear I just saw green-"

"And all these energy drinks? Come on Hyejoo, no way your heart lasts more than a year.”

“Wow, meanie.”

You look at your watch. “It’s like 9:40.”

“Shit, right, the marketing test.” Hyejoo’s fingers show no pretense that she’ll stop playing. She definitely didn't see your disapproving face. “Oh relax, I still got time,” she says anyway.

Finally, she looks up at you and her brows crease. “What?” you ask.

"You look good today."

Your heart floats just a little. You always appreciate the little compliments she gives. They were just ones that friends, good friends, would say but you’ll take anything to keep you going. Well, it’s enough to get you to clean up for her again.

“It’s gonna be a long shower by the way.” She giggles and you step over empty cans and bottles when you walk to the bathroom.

“No prob, I’m heading out soon,” Hyejoo says.

“Sure you are.”

Her exaggerated yawn seems not so exaggerated by how she stretches her entire being before putting her phone away.

“Oh, soon means now. How long’s it going to take?” you say.

She shrugs her shoulders. “One, two? I dunno.”

In a rush to get all her supplies in her bag, a series of metallic clangs sound out when finished beverages fall over like dominoes.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry about that, I really am. I can buy you lunch if you want something?” Hyejoo starts picking up a few of them to set aside in the corner and you help her.

“Nah, I’ll still be in the shower by then.”

Hyejoo scoffs. “If I'm addicted to caffeine, you're addicted to water. A sandwich sound good?”

“Yeah sure. I got a lot on my mind, Captain.”

“That include me?” A dismissive puff of air exits your lips. No, no way. She walks up to smell your uniform. Your acute awareness of her distance or lack thereof causes you to ignore her pupils' subtle drift downwards.

“You’re a weirdo, you know that?”

"Get to your shower stinky."

You wave Hyejoo off then enter the bathroom. The scurry of little steps and a slam from the front door echo the whole apartment. Never any privacy in here. These sounds give way to the jet engine of your shower with its pressure betraying the bargain rate of your rent. Soap washes away your muscles' ache and the sun’s beating on your skin. It's been unusually warm since the leaves turned brown. Water builds up in the tub.

Something's not adding up. There it is again. That plunging in your heart. Sparring always helps a bit after your early morning manual labor carrying bags of sand. However, it does not stop the resurfacing of your every mistake as there's nothing but your mind in the shower. You don't have a plan and your future is void because money and work hours kill you as much as school. You're not even getting all the wages you earn and there's nothing you can do about it. Past choices bubble up in that unkind way. The cup fills and clear blue liquid engulfs you.

Lift yourself out the tub to catch a breath that you don't deserve. Deliberate respirations do nothing to slow down your heart rate. The only thing that can is a captain. You could wander the ocean on a raft with her alone but you have no idea if she felt even close to the same. Maybe she's just the most important friend you've ever had. Light from the small window hits the tiled floor. Unplug the drain. Right, you left your clothes in your room so wrap yourself with a green towel you find hanging from the doorknob.

Shit! There's not a mouse in sight but you shriek like there is one when Hyejoo materializes in the confined kitchen. Hyejoo expresses no surprise herself as she sits cross legged on the miniature wooden dining table playing yet another mobile game. Laundry baskets and garbage bags hold all the previous mess. Your surprise at her appearance transforms into surprise for her proactiveness. You want to give her thanks but no words escape your lips.

"You gonna put on some clothes? Perv. That’s my towel too."

Your hands push off invisible blame. The hands of the wall clock reads five minutes before noon. "Woah, woah, wait a sec. What happened to the midterm?"

"Walked out in the middle of it. Couldn’t deal. Dropped."

"Wait, what about the refund?"

"Sunk cost dude.” Hyejoo sniffs a wide white shirt hanging from a chair next to her. “This yours or mine? Ehh, it's clean either way."

You catch the shirt and smell it. A little vanilla. It's hers. “Thanks Captain.”

“Even sniffing it? Really a perv.” You almost forget a single piece of fabric separates full exposure of your genitals but the realization makes you blush anyway.

“Nah, you smelled it first and. Whoever smelt it, dealt it.”

“That’s not what that saying means.” Hyejoo gets up from her awkward seat.

Incredible how many new ways she can throw you off like when she bumps into you with her eyes are still on her phone. Hyejoo's clumsiness will be your death as the towel slips down and hangs solely from your half erect dick. Cool, you're just a clothing rack now. She turns you around with one hand and snatches the large shirt with the other. Your bare moon is in full view.

"You gonna put this on or just stand there?" she says with no qualms about the absurd sight of your newly cleansed rear. You scramble to wrap the towel tightly around you to tame your erection but there's no way she hasn't noticed by now.

"Y- yep, I, I will do that, for sure." Turn back around and take the shirt to put it on carefully. It’d be oversized for her but it fits you snug. Your ears must have joined your cheek’s redness because your nipples poke through the thin white fabric.

Hyejoo takes a single glance away from her screen at your makeshift towel skirt and laughs. "Actually, you look cute like that. Just keep the towel on, it's less to clean."

Wide-eyed, you say, "What if ahjumma barges in?"

"What if? Whatever, no fun." She sticks her tongue out then gets comfortable on the couch while her diligent and nimble fingers peck at the screen.

Return to the restroom and deal with your erection before it becomes a problem. You’ve seen hints of her comely body before and it helps you undress her layered attire in your imagination. Instead of the black button-up long sleeve and track pants she wore just moments ago, you picture a crop top, her hair tied up and white panties, and it's that latter image that affixes to your mind. On a particularly balmy day, Hyejoo wore only her underwear because she had nothing else to do but game and it hasn't stopped plaguing your fantasies ever since. Your hands are Hyejoo’s, soft and loving just for a moment.

"You taking another shower in there or what?" Hyejoo shouts, “I’d definitely hear from here!”

Reality smacks you in the face. She had no fear of you, no worry that you’d take advantage of her. Were you even a man? Stop your jerking and get up.

Open the bathroom door absentmindedly and thump. It smacks her head. You don’t even think about why she was standing right next to the door, instead sweeping aside her hair from her face. Red doesn’t come from where you hit her.

Simultaneously, you and Hyejoo say, “You okay?”

“Um, I’m, look-”

Her blush grows but she interrupts your blabbering, “I didn’t hear you respond and thought you, uh, died in there or something.”

Nearly reached la petite mort if that counted but instead you say, “No, I just. Had a lot to consider.”

“Sure.” You’ve never seen her this flustered since it’s enough for her to scurry back to her room. Hopefully things wouldn’t be too awkward.

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“I fucking hate you!” Hyejoo yells.

“Oh yeah? Same!” you retort, probably too loud.

Her tone goes down. “Were those the lines?”

“Ehh, as long as we get the gist of the argument down.”

Hyejoo and you stand on the stairway up to your rooftop apartment in your rehearsed spots. She looks a little confused on how to start what she wants to start but you poke at her when you see the landlady walking towards the stairs.

“Chill out!” she yelps.

“Chill out, you’re telling me to chill out?"

"Seriously, oppa," that's about as strained as a human can say a word, "You’re such a slob!”

“Shut up, look at me straight in the eyes and tell me you’re not just as bad,” you say, trying not to laugh but Hyejoo’s punch knocks the wind out of you. Your pain is only half acting. Her sympathetic look does nothing to soothe you.

"Ya!" The elderly woman interrupts and forces you two apart. “That’s enough! I get you’re cousins but even I don’t fight this badly with my family.”

Hyejoo whips her pupils towards you as though to ask the same question you had, if you sold the illusion too hard.

“I get that living with your kin is tough but at the very least, no murders on my property. Not until one of you graduates.” The old lady squints and turns to each of you saying, “Promise me. No hitting. Not in my sight.”

You nod then Hyejoo’s sigh becomes an assenting nod when the landlady smacks her wrist nearly black and blue. Satisfied at her hard work reconciling family matters, she walks back down her stairs to do her usual wandering around the neighborhood. Hyejoo and you take a second to stretch and relax.

“Ha. Do as I say, not as I do,” Hyejoo says as you both sit on the concrete steps.

You caress your tender rib. “Or don't do at all. Ow. You wanna be a Youtuber? They do boxing and gaming, and you'd kill doing both." Hyejoo's laugh is rich and all that it takes for you to forgive her. You exhale. "Hopefully that gets her off our backs for a while.”

“How do you even manage Taekwondo? You’re so fragile and-" Her sentence is interrupted when she looks at your built arms.

"No way they hit as hard as you, Captain." You miss her carnal look when you close your eyes and think about the nickname that you aimlessly threw out one day.

She stands up. Your eyes violently spread open at her “Kya!” Hyejoo’s fighting stance and shouts masquerading kihaps are totally off. As much as Hyejoo could kill you, a Taekwondo fighter since your childhood, she could also be incredibly cute too.

You tsk. "All that power and no technique."

Hyejoo sits back down none the more ashamed and scratches her head. "You think it would’ve been easier if we came clean?”

“Ahjumma could never allow two strangers to live co-ed. No way. I’m still surprised you came up with that so quickly.”

“It just came out so naturally, oppa!” she says in a deriding high pitch. “Yeah right I ever call you that again.”

Ring ring. You answer the call and Hyejoo's quizzical stare turns concerned at your breathlessness from the words that drill into your ear. They slam, they crash and their volume could break your eardrums even though they’re said as calmly as possible. The hole in your raft grows bigger and leaks more so even when you reach the abandoned shore, you're marooned.

"Fuck, fuck, god."

Sprint for the next bus. Pay no heed to the girl chasing you. Dammit, this can't be happening. Every problem gets fucking magnified because you can't have anything good and if you did, never could it last for more than a goddamn millisecond. You embark on the most anxious ride of your life even though you already know exactly what's going to happen. Transfer buses. The skyscrapers hover over you and gloat about how you’ll never enter their doors. Asphalt and glass swelter you when they reflect radiation down the sky. Your skin hurts. You get off the bus and arrive at the headquarters of the construction company. At the front of the building stands your boss.

Slap. "Did you not get the message? Were you under a tunnel?"

You get on your knees and bow. "Sir, I'm sorry."

"No one else is going to hire a goddamn delinquent like you."

"Please. I thought you understood." You nearly prostrate yourself

"I have no idea what you're talking about. There's a lot of assault on your record."

You stop yourself from blurting out that you fucking know. Defending yourself from bullies is assault? He already knew this was bullshit since that's why he hired you in the first place but now he's backtracking like a rat.

"I'll do anything to work here." He shakes his head while you hold back a tear. "Please. Just. Just tell me why?"

"You got greedy."

"Greedy?" You raise your head and then your tone. "Getting paid for the work that I do is greed?"

"You're on your knees and wanna talk back? Get out."

Bang. A closing door. Your head slumps back down and not a single person on the bus would misunderstand your emotions. You take the longest way home, unsure if you even deserve to go back. Any time, you could give up. Ponder your choices. Never going to get a job again. Never going to school. Never will have a chance to learn or a chance to improve. Never going to have money and never will have a place to live. Never going to see Hyejoo again. You have to give up.

One missed phone call from your polar opposite. She can do so much better. The longest way home turns longer when it goes straight to the sea as you decide to live life as a fisherman with your uncles. You were always invited. You wasted your time in the city. There's no stress here.

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There's no happiness either. Weeks passed even though only days passed. That’s life on the water. Everything spins. Fortunately, you manage to keep your stomach in not wanting to inconvenience the bus driver, the only other person in the vehicle.

You look at your watch as you near Hyejoo's home. She must be asleep by now but you carry each foot heavily when you walk up the steps anyway. Apologies, excuses and petitions that you wrote in your head blank away when you open the door when you see a woman asleep on the couch with earbuds on. Her unconscious head bounces to a slow rhythm. Your lungs fail your mouth's movements to form words because of all that creamy skin covered only by a green towel that creates an outline of her captivating curves. Hyejoo's legs beg to be licked and her collarbones direct your gaze to the bulging flesh poking from the top of the towel with her nipples an inch from your sight. Any other day and you’d ravage her on the spot. Stupid brain tells you to leave and stupid you follows.

You're outside when you hear Hyejoo say, "Hey! Motherfucker, where'd you go you son of a bitch?"

She steps out with no regard to her state of dress and you spin around watching for any witness. You notice her hold back when she hits you but her consecutive punches send a message anyway as each strike punctuates her words, "What, makes you think, you can worry me, like that?"

"Woah, you should. You should get back inside your house," your voice breaks and you back away.

"Hold on now, you're really about to go? Like this?" Hyejoo says.

"You. You look busy. I have to go."

"I'm sorry, I was just messing around with you. Come on, you're really telling me-" She notices your tumultuous expression and sighs. “Fuck it, we'll worry about it tomorrow. First of all, come in. With me. Into our home.”

You follow her into her apartment. She quickly returns from her room in a simple white tee and red gym shorts revealing the supple shape of her ass.

“I'm not gonna ask, okay? Tell you what. When you have a problem, the only answer is late night soju, beer and?” she says.

“Chicken, it’s gotta be. Come on, I see the bones right there.” You point to the countertop dishes. “I’m surprised this place isn’t messier."

"I can handle myself, thank you very much. And that. That was leftover, dry, sober chicken. We're going to munch down on that good crispy skin and we're doing it goddamn wasted." You can't help but match her smile, more radiant and genuine than yours.

Hyejoo pulls out all the alcohol from the small fridge while you call for delivery before both of you step outside the home. It’s night but the heat would make you believe the moon disguises the sun with how it shines on the green roof. What a weird fall. Only the trees remind you of the season. A short plastic table as the only furniture easily moved outside means that you’d have to sit close together on the floor, not that you minded.

Her silence confuses you but she becomes her usual self after you both down glasses of mixed beer and soju and especially after she sees the delivery man bringing an absurd amount of plastic bags for two people.

“Let’s. Go!” she shouts sloppily.

The poor worker looks at you so you give him a knowing nod and point to the beer and soju cans strewn about. His thumbs up as he walks away beguiles you. You look at Hyejoo and realize all the cleavage she’s showing with the shirt she chose. It's as revealing as the towel she wore earlier. Did she not put on a bra? Stand up quickly and search for the guy but his motorcycle revs and he’s already out of sight. That fucker probably saw something he shouldn’t have. You’re never gonna order from that chicken spot again. You bite angrily into the spicy crispy wing. Alright, maybe you just won’t order at this hour or whenever that dude works. Hyejoo chows down with drumsticks on each hand and it’s clear she’s responsible for a majority of the finished carcasses. The stains on her shirt would not make her look any less goddamn cute.

“Cheers!” Glasses clink. How many drinks, how many, burp, were you down? She burps too, you burp together. It’s funny. There was a lot of conversation but it slips you.

"I said I wouldn't talk about it, but Doyun and Michael, worried sick. They came here, everything.” Hyejoo garbles her words.

"Just ‘cause I don't show up to the club for a few days?"

"I'm telling you, a lot of people care. For you. I know I do."

It’s been a while since you started your little escape. All the food’s gone. You’re more sober now. You swear. The nighttime is so comfortable that Hyejoo brings out her blanket to lay on, along with a spoon and a watermelon.

"You're gonna have to wash this later," you say.

“Alright fine. Don't. Don’t rest yourself besides a pretty lady.“ Stab. ”On a perfect starry night.” Stab. “And don’t have some of this delicious watermelon."

One more stab at the watermelon she splits it open. Her devilish look suggests she might do the same to your rib cage if you don’t acquiesce. Lie down next to Hyejoo on the flimsy layer of cloth. You share pieces of the fruit and notice water spilling down her mouth. Definitely sober by now. She’s maybe half a meter away.

"Starry's a strong word to use.” You twirl your finger at the scarce lights in the black backdrop. “Lady too with the way you eat-" She playfully covers your mouth and flicks your forehead.

You don't know when your laughter and banter slow down, or when you start inching closer to her. It doesn't matter.

“Fishing is boring. They make it look all dramatic on shows and you’re just waiting. The night sky’s much clearer though.”

“You gotta. When you do something like that, gotta lemme join in at least.”

“You’re really fine on going on a trip with a man, alone, faraway on the sea?”

“If it’s you.”

“I don’t count, not much of a man at all. I just run away from shit and-”

"Shhh,” she shushes you loudly. “You can count on me.” Hyejoo says and you don’t let her voice project into empty space.

“I will.” It sounds a little forced from you.

“You will,“ she sounds so sure of herself, ”you’ll be okay.”

Your head lays in her neck. A finger in a cup, breaking surface tension so a drop escapes past the rim. You have no outdated sentiments on displaying emotion but you held back often pretending your tenacity was as strong as your body. Not this time. Your cup overflows.

Only moonlight refracts on your tears and Hyejoo wipes them away. You have no idea what she’s thinking as she gazes into the few stars visible in the city. Turn on your side and Hyejoo does likewise to face you then puts a couple of fingers in your hair. Cup her face in return and it wears many emotions, such as impishness, meekness at a few times, and an often impenetrable focus, but above all it’s the standard for beauty in how it assumes no blemish. Her triangle mouth is distinct, welcoming, but you hesitate. Her minute sugary fragrance overwhelms the variety of smells in the air. Crickets and distant occasional traffic. Hyejoo’s head tilts forward then places her lips light on yours and your world is silent. Your heart’s pulse slows so it doesn't interrupt.

“Captain,” you exhale out when she finally retreats her mouth. The name sounds ridiculous in this setting. “Ma’am?”

“Whatever sounds right to you,” she yields, though the subdued caresses on the definition of your arms, and less subtle grabs on your black shirt, convey that she’s in charge even if it’s a gentle direction. "Just Hyejoo is fine."

It's like she’s teaching you how to spar for the first time though neither of you are virgins. Hyejoo gives another kiss then turns you recumbent. You could not and would not stop her now especially when she straddles your denim covered thighs. Take off your shirt and her hands rush to aid you.

“But I’d prefer we don’t think at all.” Is she drooling?

“That’s what got me into trouble. Thoughtlessness.” Your eyes somehow wander away from the woman and her sumptuous yet clothed ass grinding on you.

“What do you think of me?

“Huh?” you say and your eyes snap back to her.

The underside of her shorts warm your groin. “I said, what do you think of me?”

“I think, ugh,” her weight striking a sensitivity in your pants makes you moan, “I think, you’re the most beautiful woman I know.”

“What a player. Well, that’s all you need to think.” Hyejoo rocks back and forth. “Fuck, this is going to be good.”

Lay your hands on her hips and Hyejoo takes your right one, lifting herself just enough to let your dick breathe.

“Why do you need that hand?” you say.

“Feel this.” She takes your hand to knead the thin cloth under her mound and you feel just the tiniest hint of moisture build on your palm.

Pull away to take a base whiff of your slippery fingers. It’ll be a new addiction. The smell of alcohol and the most delicious fried chicken in the world couldn’t compare.

"It's been like this around you since the day we met." Hyejoo bends down and etches every word of the confession into your eardrums, her tone even raspier. "This is all for you."

“Really?” You give her a peck and it turns frisky when tongues join the mix and teeth nibble at lips.

“Mhm.” Her lips vibrate on yours. Hyejoo gropes your crotch over your jeans. “I know it's going to be perfect.” She unzips and pulls down your pants to your knees. You take them off your legs completely and she searches for your wallet.

"I just lost my job and you're gonna rob me?" She breaks her serious character with a snicker. You sniffle and your mood lightens, “And how’d you know I had a condom in there?”

“Just had a feeling.” She winks.

Not an implausible cold reading but you can't count out the possibility of her snooping through your personal effects. You don't mind her proclivities this time. Hyejoo traces your every muscle’s curve with her index and middle finger and focuses especially around your pecs.

“I have to concede. I love these muscles of yours. Ever since that first day I met you at the open house. Maybe I’m just a simple woman.”

“Simplicity is sophistication.” Her fingers draw a line down your torso.

"Indeed. But I'm most interested in this hunk of meat right," she frees your cock from its confines, "Here." Hyejoo licks her lips.

“How is it?”

You’re already hard but Hyejoo's hands deftly work your shaft stiffer. “It’s so thick and this vein right here. It’ll hit just right.”

"Fuck, Hyejoo," you utter when she spits a little on your cock before she unrolls the condom on your erection. Hyejoo slips aside her shorts.

You don't get a view of her pussy with how she sprawls herself on top of you, but the slickness of her lips and the warmth that she emanates from between her legs immerses your senses enough. The missionary with her on top lets her control by the way she guides your cock and presses down on you.

“Oh god, I was right, fuuck,” Hyejoo proclaims when she sinks herself carefully into you and, on the next bounce, smacks her butt right into your waist. Her snugness clenches and quakes on your cock. Willowy arms share a similar hold of your body when she embraces you. You need her as badly as she needs you. You take heavy breaths, especially through your nose. Even her sweat is so alluring. The velvet texture that surrounds you keeps taut on your dick no matter how forcefully she rides herself on top of you. Squelches and quiet moans to a higher power pepper the warm night air.

Hyejoo removes her shirt and slings it away before bowing back down to lick your ears "God, your tits are perfect," you say even though your hands squeeze her buttcheeks in time to her thrusts. Her perky breasts recoil back and forth as they rub your chest while hard nipples juxtapose their softness.

No chance someone would come up to this little rooftop at this hour or have a good view though your cheeks flush at the thought. What if you had extra chicken coming? Or what if the landlady decided to check in on you two late at night? What if-

Hyejoo nudges her forehead against yours. She knows your habits. Your worried face is too familiar for her not to react so she nuzzles your neck and surrounds you with kisses.

Her husky voice vibrates your whole face. "Just focus on me." She makes out with you before her tongue dips into every crevice of your face the same way your cock does in her pink pussy.

Your dick slips out for a second and you take the time to admire her beauty and your fortune.

“Telling me not to drown and you’re going to inundate me,” you say in between her smooches, "With all these kisses."

“Well. Mwah.” Another peck. "You're so delectable.”

“So I’m just chicken to you then.” This deep kiss is probably to shut you up. You’re fine with that.

Regret on her mouth that she pulls away from you. One of you rips off her shorts, the last piece of clothing obstructing you two from total symmetry. Who cares who sees. You’re both fully naked with not a woe for the surrounding world. Delicate hands splayed across your upper body grasp tightly and again, your pecs get particular attention while she fondles your nipples.

She adjusts her back straight up and now she’s on her knees seated on your erection. The cowgirl stance allows her to find a new cusp of your cock head inside her. Hyejoo gyrates on you and you notice the understated lubrication of her pussy begins to overpower everything else in existence. Her musk vaguely reminds you of the ocean while its pheromones have you just as wobbly. It’s enough that, even though you're on your back, you have to hold her waist to avoid keeling over. Nails dig into your chest.

“God, yes, you, your cock, everything, just fuck into me.”

Hyejoo relaxes her body weight and relinquishes the rhythm to you. Pick up a new wind in your sails when you hear her gasp as you pinch her nipples. The momentum has you use all your stamina as though your rigorous fitness had one culminating purpose. You would make Hyejoo cum with only your cock. Rotate and circle your pelvis in pursuit of her most tender spot and an uncharacteristic high pitched wail confirms the location of the treasure. It’s difficult holding yourself up to reach the sensitive wall but she realizes your shared interest.

“That’s, that’s the spot. When I touch myself and think of you, it’s right there, fuck, it’s right there.” There’s no speed or power in your movement, only deliberate jabs and graceful nudges at the softest flesh. Sure it’s work, but damn did you get paid for it since she somehow sops even more between her thighs. Truly the reciprocating delight of friction and silkiness on your dick’s tip is worth it. Your name mixes profanities and wet slapping noises as Hyejoo bucks her hips in climax. Prized juices cascade all over your lap. Her highest vocalizations pierce your ears and her pussy tries its best to milk you but Hyejoo keeps as still as she can to hold your cock’s ideal positioning. Smear the fluids that coat her thighs slick with your hands and lick at your fingers, thirsty like you’re stranded.

Those thighs, by smothering your cock and removing your condom, soothe the pangs of when you pull out. Hyejoo is still in her cowgirl position reeling from her climax and her contorted face is yet more polished than any art you’ve consumed.

Seize the opportunity. Bend your dick forward. The topside of your shaft now rubs on her well-formed ass cheeks, moisturized by the wetness on your cock. Its cradle is different from her pussy's with perfect round cushions in her buns and a tight asshole that greets and tempts your shaft every time you thrust. It’s a siren call you’d have to answer another day. Fucking her bare buttcheeks satisfies you plenty enough.

She lifts up to let your erection return to its idle upward stance and you fuck her thighs in response. Her labia gnaws away at the bottom of your shaft and it begs you to shove it back in especially with how its liquor intoxicates your dick. You don’t forfeit, already overwhelmed by the thickness of her legs and her saliva dribbling from her mouth to help her juices. Hyejoo squirms as you repeat fucking her ass cheeks and fucking her thighs, and it makes the both of you feel heady. Alcohol and lack of sleep would probably do that too.

“Please. Hyejoo,” you implore, flexing your cock to scrape by her pussy lips.

“You want to?” She teases your bare tip but even just the spread of her satin pink on your head makes you shoot just a little. “I. I dunno.”

“Can we?”

“No.” You regret your loud sigh and feel selfish since you already had more satisfaction than one man could ever experience in his life. ”No, not no. No, as in no thinking.”

Plunge back into her wetness. Your cycle in and out continues with you eager to make her climax a second time. Maybe it’s the third time? The only thing you can recall is that this round, you can feel every corner of her pussy on your shaft tensing and relaxing without the latex protection. All of everything is a blur. Hyejoo could be clutching and ogling your muscles. She might be kissing your neck or maybe she’s bobbing up and down to show off her tits and her tummy. God, that midriff would look perfect coated in your cum. You could live forever with Hyejoo mounted on your cock and riding. A ringtone interrupts forever once again. It’s from that number. What was that number? Fuck it, no thinking. Her bouncing tits hypnotize you away from substantiality.

She snaps her fingers. “Hey! Hey. This is, fuck that feels so good, god your cock is just right. Ah fuck, I really think you should answer that.” You take an eternity to slow your boat. Hyejoo points to your phone on the table next to you. Work. She’s right. Both of you take a second to stabilize your breathing. Try to push her off but she refuses, shifting her mass onto your lap and keeping her pussy’s hold tight and warm on you.

“Really?” You groan, “You’re the one who told me to answer it.”

“It’s so late and they haven’t stopped calling.” She rests her head on your chest and yawns. “Your cock is sooo big in me. Don’t even need to move.”

Channel your practice silently jerking off to keep your cool though years of doing that couldn’t prepare you for this. Your hands certainly tried but never could imitate her pussy’s plush tightness. Really wish you didn’t have to but finally, you answer your phone after minutes of ringing. The voice on the other side mumbles a greeting. Didn’t expect to hear him. “Joonho. Why the fuck are you calling now?”

“It’s me! Joonho.”

“Yeah, I know. The hell you calling for?”

“Now that’s no way to speak to your boss, is it?”

“Huh?”

“I said that’s no way to speak.”

“I got that!”

“Hyung. That asshole, management fired him.”

“You telling me-”

“Yeah, they caught him stealing.”

“How the fuck?”

“Dude got too big for his britches and aimed up with his theft too. Mr. Son really didn’t like that shit.”

You cheer in your head. It wakes up the girl resting on you. Guess that wasn’t in your head. “Fuck man.”

"I know right. Fuck him!" You're not on speaker but Hyejoo must’ve heard him say that. You massage your ringing ear.

“Ow. But thank you. Seriously, it’s so late. You could’ve called me tomorrow.”

“I’m drunk as shit man. Sounds like you are too.” You don’t even realize how much you’re slurring your words. “Should I pull up, maybe we drink a little more?”

Stare at the woman still holding your cock in place, fluttering her lashes at you. Hyejoo mouths if you’re gonna take much longer. “I. I don’t think I will. We’ll have to meet up some other time, okay?”

Understanding that you’re winding down your call, she gets back upright and starts bouncing again. “You gonna pass out or something?” Joonho says.

“Something like that” Hyejoo teasingly drops her waist into you and waits, then lifts herself. You purse your lips. “Listen, ah.” And again. Purposeful slams into your cock too loud not to be picked up by a phone. “God. I gotta go, I’ll text you again tomorrow aight goodbye,” you rush your words.

She holds her hair up in pleasure and her profane cries let everyone living below know that you’re fucking the most gorgeous girl with more energy than you’ve ever had. For all the pressure on your sensitive nerves, it’s that image of Hyejoo satisfying her need with your cock that brings you closer.

“I’m almost there! Fuck, fuck.” You pull out and despite her drowsiness, Hyejoo diligently takes your dick with both hands, scoots back and bends down, slobbering on it with her mouth while her fingers stroke the skin of your shaft.

Hyejoo’s lips pop when she releases your cock’s tip. “Where do you wanna-”

“Those fucking perfect abs,” you shudder.

She takes advantage of your previous thrusts’ zeal on her thighs and repositions herself in cowgirl one last time to bend back and choke your cock with her toned legs. One single motion is all it takes. A tsunami and a storm clash. Didn’t remind her that you hadn’t cum at all away at sea as you explode. You call out, “Hyejoo, god, yes, fuck, Hyejoo, yes,” at every wave of pleasure. Shove desperately and Hyejoo’s eyes grow big at how much semen streams out of your slit because the volume of cum nearly rivals the fluid she ejected from her wetness. Her inner thighs, her lap and her stomach all soak in stickiness. She holds onto your arms as she finds enjoyment not only from your cock’s throbbing on her clit, but at your biceps and other curves. An inquisitive pinky takes a sample of your cum to lick up then, to your surprise, she collects all the cum she can with both hands and swallows it down.

“Ahh,” she presents her tongue to you.

Finally, you sit up and no amount of exhaustion would stop you from nibbling her neck as thanks.

“Relax, you hungry beast. You just came all over me and now you’re trying to tell the world we just fucked.” She gives you a little suck on your lips instead.

“I don’t mind.” You clash at her mouth and your teeth click. She smiles and gives you a deep but final smooch. Both of you breathe stiltedly and take time to readjust into the world once again.

“Me neither, if I didn’t have a presentation tomorrow.”

You fall back and feel everything aching in a good way. “Ah shit, school.”

“What did I tell you earlier?”

“Hmm?”

Hyejoo falls flat next to you and clasps her hands into yours. “You will be okay. I called them with an excuse. Speaking of which. You’re gonna find out sooner or later that a certain cool as fuck girl blew the whistle on that son of a bitch.”

This whole thing feels like it should be temporary, like a one-time thing. Any more and it’d be weird, yet her confidence makes you reroute all that anxious energy in your heart’s pace into something good. It’s not love but, “Thanks. I just. Thank you.”

“You are always welcome.” Her lips curl up.

“So. You a snitch now, huh?"

"Relax,” she hisses the end of the word. ”Maybe I snooped through the construction company records, maybe I didn’t. You didn’t hear from me, ‘kay?" She nudges your side with her elbow.

“Hey!” You laugh a little, ticklish in that spot. “Okay, okay. How’d you manage that anyway?”

“Joonho didn’t mention it? Well, I have my connections,” Hyejoo says.

You breathe out and you deserve it. “You really are the Captain.”

“Damn right. Guess you’re stuck on this boat a little.” Yawn. “Longer.” Her eyelids slowly descend.

Watch Hyejoo fall asleep and realize she’s nude and still a little sticky. You decide to make a smart decision just once by putting away all the garbage in your apartment. She giggles reflexively when you clean her up and you struggle but manage to put on her previous outfit.

After you get dressed yourself, you lie next to Hyejoo and watch the few lights in the sky all distanced from each other. You feel a little reticent but the old lady shouldn’t fret if the outdoors is a better bedroom for one night. Close your eyes. Drift away into the best sleep you’ve ever had even if it’s only you and a blanket separate the hard concrete rooftop from the atmosphere. Dreams of water are gracious for once. The ocean lacks bounds and you smile for it. Who cares about tomorrow? It’s made of sticks and rope fashioned from whatever bamboo you could find but the raft holds two. That’s all you need.

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"A college roommate scenario where the male reader is living with LOONA's Olivia Hye and she's attracted to him sexually since he moved in due to his physique. Then one day, he got home all stressed and the two hooked up eventually." - @optimisticwritersworld

AFF, AO3

Pretty sure this was supposed to be all casual but then I started adding to explain the co-ed living scenario and the stress, so here we are. Watch out for more LOONA though no promises on timelines

#kpop smut #loona smut #request #male reader #reader insert #title tracks

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apexland · 4 years

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New Season, Same Old Idiot.

Mirage x Reader (Season 7)

Warnings: None! Gender Neutral

"Rise and shine" followed by a thump to my forehead woke me out of my sleep, only to wake up to the sight of Mirage standing beside my bed with a his usual mischievous grin. "No-get out" I muffled into the pillow, turning around and attempting to pull the cover over my head to drown out the now perky tune Elliot was singing but the covers were soon yanked from my head. "C'mon y/n, time to get movin' Olympus is on the Horizon" He said, whilst trying to hold back his laugh due to his witty pun. Holding back smile, I eventually sat up.

"Can you get out I need to get changed, you idiot", he simply nodded before walking out but leaving one of his 'decoys' still standing.

“I know that's you", but it was followed by a stretched out silence, after letting out a sigh I quickly jabbed the 'decoy' in the stomach causing Mirage to let out a groan. "Out!" He quickly threw his hands up in surrender, "W-what how'd you know it was me!"

"It'll work some day" He muttered to himself defeated that he didn't get the bamboozle over on me.

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"Dropship inbound" the AI voice rang out over the comms. Horizon was staring out out of the small windows of the dropship, it must be hard for her coming back here. "You okay?" I asked her, she turned to me forcing a smile onto her face -"Aye, I'm fine. Just looking forward to showing you lads n' lassies how it's done" She let out a laugh, but hiding the sadness she probably felt from coming back to Olympus, "Come on newty" I gave a smile, watching as the small drone followed behind her.

"Ah, let's go let's go let's go" Octane eagerly said whilst cranking a bolt on his right leg. "Eh, Chey do you think you can mend this thing" He said whilst giving his leg a kick out. Lifeline rolled her eyes before muttering "this boy".

The teams eventually flashed up on the screens but before I could even look to see the two legends I was paired with I heard Mirage’s voice echo, "Hey sunshine, look, you get the pleasure of being on my squad, ain't that great"

Flashing his signature grin, but in contrast to Revenants growl "stupid skinsuits"- which at the start chilled me to the bone but overtime being in the arena with the murderous robot, it still chills me to the bone. But, a squad was a squad none the less and now the collective goal was to win, stepped into the same platform, after the familiar loud buzzer sounds we begin be lowered slowly above Olympus. "So, uh- where are we headed guys" Mirage said as we were all taking in the sights. Scanning around I eventually spotted a place that peaked my interest, "what about the big dome" I half yelled over the noise of being so far up in the air. "Let's go already!" Revenant growled, jumping from the platform we all took different buildings to grab loot from inside the dome.

Luck was not on my side when I looted the building, finding no armour along with a P2020, and only one stack of ammo until I spotted a purple evo "About time" I muttered to myself but as I got closer I spotted Mirage also going for the armour, "Back off!” I yelled at him, only to be returned with a smirk from the bamboozler.

"As if, I was here first sunshine. But if I see another one I'll be s-sure to shoot it you way". Just as he was about to lift the armour, I quickly put down a blaze of fire, between him and the armour.

"I seen it first, it's mine" He only laughed "There's the scorcher I know". "Go ahead y/n take it, I'm sure you'll need it more than me anyway" He said jokingly but knowing it would get under my skin, rolling my eyes I grabbed the purple armour and we continued to rotate through Olympus.

"Skinsuits over there" Revenant spoke, I spotted Caustic going into the building but immediately the door was blocked by one of his traps. "Who is he with?" I asked, looking down the scope of the triple take I had found inside one of the loot bins close by, but couldn't see who was with the toxic trapper. "Bloodhound and Bangalore” Mirage commented. “Have you got a shot sunshine”

“No or else I would have took it, genius” Mirage put a hand on his heart acting hurt by my comment before he mumbled a ‘leave it to me’ as he left the cover of the rock getting closer to the building, I looked at Revenant with a look of confusion and if the murderous robot could express himself, I think he would have the same look. As Elliot got closer, I watched as he sent off one of his decoys over the door and low and behold the door opened, quickly looking down the scope of the sniper I took the shot seeing Bangalore hit the floor.

No words were spoken only the sound of Revenants totem sounded beside me and I knew that was the signal to push in, Bloodhound quickly used their scan and we were exposed, our first obstacle was getting around the toxic traps that lay at the the door I quickly sent another blaze of fire at the door which took both the entire door and trap out in a flash before we pushed in, they had retreated to the back of the building probably attempting to go for the revive.

“Send a decoy to bait them out” I said to Mirage in the hopes they would show their position and they did, still under the cover the Revenants totem, with the help of a kick of the door from my squad, I pushed in and released my ultimate which was a pool of fire that quickly started to damage the enemy squads armour and as the returned to the totem and pushed in again knowing they were low with no time to heal.

“Well played squad” Mirage said triumphant with his hands up in the air awaiting a high-five.

“We’ve still got another 4 squads to get through” I said picking up the extended energy magazine and equipping it. “C’mon, we’re the dream team. We’ve already won” As if he had just jinxed it himself, the sounds of Rampart’s turret sounded, oh shit.

“Get down!” I yelled as we dove for cover, the bullets hitting the wall were fierce as we were stuck in the one spot. Revenant growled as he turned around and targeted the turret with one of his silences, which quickly put a stop to Sheila. Throwing a few grenades to break the line of sight as I pushed Mirage’s shoulder to move and we ran out the door, leaving behind a blaze of fire at the door to prevent them from pushing.

But our squad got separated as the sound of Gibraltar’s ultimate sounded and we all took off seeking cover, but as the air strike hit the sound of Revenants comms cut off, meaning he had gotten downed. “Shit, shit, shit!” I whispered to myself trying my best to reload the volt with a shaky hand.

“You still alive sunshine?” Mirage's breathless voice sounded over the comms.

“Yes, I think the rest of the squads have made an appearance” Taking a peek over the rock only to get skimmed with a bullet from Lifeline with a Sentinel perched on top of the building.

“Make a run for the building to your north, I’ll meet-”

“I’m pinned down, there’s a red dot pointed at me and if I move I am done for” I said, I was about to tell him to wait it out and see if he could get the jump of the last squad at the end until I just heard a faint ‘give me a sec’.

“MOVE NOW!” I trusted his word and made a b-line for the building to the north, but as I spotted Mirage at the door, I hit the floor as bullet hit me straight in the thigh, the decoy didn’t distract the enemy squad long enough for me to make the distance to the building.

But, as a showman Mirage quickly used his ultimate to break the line of sight and distract the enemy squad long enough to pick me up before we made it to the building. “No need to thank me, I know I’m great” he grinned, I was sat on the ground my back against the buildings wall.

“Can you just give me a med kit, please” I breathed out, “Armour only keeps a certain amount of pain away you know”

“Here, let me do it” He grabbed the kit, and started to bandage my leg up. I wasn’t sure what it was but the way we were so close in proximity and the fact he had ran out to get me even though he could have gotten away with not being spotted made me just stare at him. “I know I’m handsome, but please stop staring at me sunshine”

My emotions had just seem to all come at the one time and I couldn’t even come back with a stinging reply like I normally would have and Mirage noticed that because after hearing no reply, he looked up at me. “You okay?” I snapped out of bringing myself back.

“Yeah, fine” I said flatly, as I took over doing the bandages. Feeling a hand on my cheek sent my right back to being frozen, his hand moving to lift my chin forcing me to look at him.

“You are a horrific liar” he said, his eyes landing on my lips as he moved closer. Our breaths mixed with such close proximity, my heart racing. I’ve never felt paralysed, who knew the back and forth jabs and ego killing jokes between us both was just hidden feeling on both sides.

“As much as I would love to kiss you right now Y/N, we are in the middle of a bloodspot and the people wanting to kill us are right outside” Flashing a smile at me and he kissed my cheek.

“You’re still an idiot” He stood up and stretched out a hand and pulled me up from the floor.

“Clearly you have an attraction to idiots then” I rolled my eyes at his comment. “Now, let’s win this sunshine”

We didn’t win, but instead won something a little bit more priceless.

#apex legends #Apex Legends x reader #mirage x reader #mirage imagine #elliot witt #elliot witt x reader #apex #apex mirage

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steve0discusses · 3 years

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S5 Ep 3: Apdnarg is Really Hard to Spell

Yo guys, people are getting vaccinated, the sun is parting through the clouds, and I felt so nice that I even stopped listening to quite so many throwback 00′s BTS mashups (and yet I keep clicking on these dissonant catastrophes thinking “this time it’s got to be better. This time they’ll figure it out.” and like, no. Turns out you can’t match Brittany’s Toxic with BTS’ Black Swan. You can’t do that.)

This must be a sign that things are getting better. If anything, it means my personal tastes are improving. I mean I only clicked on like 3 “Dark Academia” Playlists where I could pretend I’m some sort of spooky witch in an abandoned library with a bad music player and basic taste in classical music (like can we ban Satie from Youtube for a little while?). Hell, I might even do a prompt update to this blog!

Yeah, you heard me, I’m actually going to stay ahead of the update schedule for Yugioh Abridged (maybe. I haven’t actually watched cuz of spoilers, I just noticed the thumbnail pop up on Youtube and was like “Damn it, they came out of hiatus??? I got hurry UP.”)

Anyway, speaking of the sky parting.

I’ll have you know my bro said this is actually more like a circumcision and it was one of the worst thing I have ever heard.

We get a chance to take in this lineup of confusing and varied character designs, and Joey. who is...still Joey.

The animators probably had to hold a strike in order for them to put Yugi in the audience, lets be real. There are TOO MANY PEOPLE in this shot and one is wearing a turban where you draw every single wrap. I hope those artists charged by the line.

Tea has a subplot where she’s just very frustrated with everyone she knows. They have been traveling together for like many weeks and got trapped in a foreign country so I get it. But at the same time, it’s kind of hard to picture Tea with female friends.

Because right now you got this 12 year old child, the other duelist who does not care about anything besides cards, and Kaiba’s 3 dragon cards that we’ve all collectively decided are female.

Hell it’s almost like the writers are asking themselves why Tea is here. Maybe they forgot. There’s no more ghosts to bus, no more people to knock out with her ass with random Olympic feats. Tea’s just sidelining.

(read more under the cut)

Mokuba is a itty bit bit taller this season, and so I guess that means he can legally climb on top of the cherry picker in order to give a riveting speech.

Really says a lot about Mokuba that he is so unphased about talking to, I dunno...an entire planet of people. Kind of a shame we never see this courage from Mokuba used for anything other than talking really, really big and giving everyone around him a really hard time.

Mokuba takes a moment to dunk on Yugi Muto, as is Kaiba tradition.

And then introduce the first pair of duelists, which obviously must be between the few people in this tournament that we actually know and care about.

Thankfully, in between last episode and this episode, Yugi has figured out who his own Grandpa is. This is a relief, because Yugi is such a mess, that I was fully convinced it would take over half a season for him to recognize it. I mean how long did it take him to figure out he shares a body with a ghost? Like half a season?

Instead Yugi recovered gracefully from not recognizing his grandpa, but it’s not like he bothered to tell anyone else, so the rest of our cast is just gonna be like “Is he my hairdresser? The guy who delivers my mail? Who is this guy who made absolutely no significant changes to his outfit or voice?”

Like sometimes this show goes full Spongebob silly kid’s show and you never know when to take it seriously or not. They might be sacrificing the entire cast next episode. I really don’t know. But for now their big concern is who is grandpa??? Like an innocent card version of “Are you my Mother?”

Faced with public speaking, Yugi decides to have a melt down.

We have seen him face monsters, we’ve seen him on TV dozens of times, he’s been in multiple competitions...but give a speech? Of course he can’t do that. The kid doesn’t attend enough school to know how to do that. Them’s learning skills.

And that was when a newly assembled wife-jet spliced through the sky like a souped up razer scooter and deposited 1 fully equipped Seto Kaiba in a Buzz Lightyear jetsuit.

THE RECOVERY.

Seto always watching over his Brother, ready to save this awkward party if it kills him (and it really should, that suit is held together by two seat-belts), making sure to get on that platform before Yugi starts going off about how he’s half an Ancient Egyptian. (Ah, life before social media. You could just be hella famous and also half a dead dude and people would just not know. I kinda miss the time before I knew literally everything about everyone.)

Please admire how close those flames are to setting Mokuba’s heavily hairsprayed mane completely alight. It would be an unforgettable spectacle.

These were absolutely just random ass jet packs that Gozaburo Kaiba made to kill hell tons of people, right? Like Seto found it in the family cabin, clutched to the heart of some crispy fried corpse and was like “neat! Mokuba! I found a cool toy!” and just plucked that thing out of that skeleton’s clutches and has been flying around for months?

Like this is Seto Kaiba’s Butter Glider, right?

Seriously what type of vehicle license do you need for one of these things? RIP My ‘Seto only has a scooter license’ headcanon.

Which I’m only even thinking about because I’ve had to try and make an appt with the DMV for days to get a freakin REAL ID. I went to sleep in 2019 and I could fly on a plane. I woke up in 2021 and it’s like “Want one last screw you?” and just...can 2020 please stop screwing me over? It’s March.

Anyway, the Jet is removed soon after, so no, this is not part of his new outfit. He goes right back to his Post-S4-Trauma-Normcore.

After wrestling this competition out of his brother’s hands and confusing everyone in the audience, Roland must have gotten the memo to cut the microphone before Seto got too excited and we were quickly ushered on to the next stage of the tournament.

One sec...the BTS Mashup playlist I just clicked on did a Black Swan X 7 rings mashup and it’s the worst thing my ears have ever heard.

Holy crap. I had to actually turn down my volume. Like...Ariana Grande already has music that has way too many overlapping singing parts on it--and then lets just stick a 52-person boy band on top? That’ll fix it. Yeah. Go ahead.

Wow. Even I had to change the song and you know how much I enjoy pop culture mistakes.

Spot the Mickey but like a million times easier because it’s a Massive Dick Shaped Dragon.

Yep. That’s my grocery shopping outfit. Except maybe not a lab coat and a duel disk. Wish I had a duel disk, that would make social distancing just a hell ton earlier. Just a “Yo, only one person in checkout, please” and then bap them on the head with a propelled discuss/hologram.

Anyway, Grocery shopping/Doctor man dueled the Purple Hair Boy, and considering that Purple Hair got screen time and shook Yugi’s hand once--I think that Doctor man doesn’t stand a freakin chance.

Good. I hate him.

Also, every time he breathes he’s gonna fog up his glasses. I have experience in this area. He can’t read his own cards in the same way I can’t read my phone if I’m in the refrigerated aisle.

So the way this tournament works, is everyone has to sit in the stadium to watch the show. Kinda like showing up to a football stadium just to watch a recorded TV monitor...but then again...that is how it feels to watch a football game at a football stadium when it’s live (at least with the tickets I usually get.)

And as we watch Grandpa waiting for his competitor, we find out that his competitor (Joey) is too busy eating snacks to give him the time of day.

Why do cartoon hot dogs always have lettuce? Is that seriously supposed to be relish? Or is there a place in the world where you put lettuce on your hot dog?

Sorry, bro has just informed of his favorite hot dog order, which is absolutely terrible so I will share it with you: a Five Guys hot dog with ketchup, mustard, pickle relish, onions, mushrooms, pickled peppers, and you guessed it--topped with freakin lettuce.

My own kin. How am I over 30 and just finding out that my baby brother thinks it’s normal to walk into a restaurant with normal god-fearing law-abiding people and order lettuce and mushrooms on a hot dog?

I have fully failed him.

The rest of this episode is watching both Joey Wheeler and Mokuba have a shared panic attack while Seto does freakin nothing.

Please remember that Seto has both a jetpack and a dragon wife plane and could have easily solved this problem. But nah.

Then again, Seto Kaiba has given this crew so MANY rides, that maybe he’s tired of being the Soccer Mom for the team?

Like they don’t actually say this episode, but Seto was the one in charge of like...this entire place, do you think he made the 2 for 1 special just to get Joey where it hurts the most? Or does it actually not take any subterfuge to screw Joey Wheeler because he’s just naturally this way?

Like Mokuba wasn’t there when Joey was told “stay right here, and then we will all go together to fight Dartz” and Joey was like “I’mma save Mai from herself although she told me not to!” and then he Hella Died. But, Mokuba did see the result, AKA, Joey’s dead body being carried on the back of Tristan. Maybe Mokuba never realized that Joey died because he went out of his way to be late?

Lets do a tally of every time I can recall with my dodgy memory that Joey was threatened to be DQ’d/pretty much was DQ’d either by his own fault or no fault of his own

-When he wasn’t allowed to go on the boat to Murder Island because he was a stupid nobody kid who did not have a dueling glove

-When he wasn’t actually supposed to be in Pegasus’ tourney and was, in fact, secretly using half of Yugi’s entrance ticket the entire time

-when Bandit Keith stole the ticket that Joey got from Yugi so then Joey had to borrow Mai’s ticket although she had just used it so it really shouldn't have counted. Because, really anyone could have just piggy backed off of each other’s ticket until the whole boat went through that castle.

-When his account was hacked to get entered into Kaiba’s tourney when Kaiba very clearly told him he could not apply solely because he was Joey Wheeler.

-When he was late to his sister’s eye surgery because he got mugged by Marik’s Rare Hunters, so she almost refused to do the surgery.

-When Joey got possessed by Marik, and as Marik, threatened to murder everyone else in the tournament including both of the Kaiba brother’s who’s tournament it was, and then chained himself to Yugi Muto to throw both of them to the bottom of the ocean.

-I think there was a point when he threatened to attack Kaiba in Kaiba’s own tourney while not possessed? Like several times?

-when he got struck by Lightning and almost did not stand up fast enough after being struck by lightning, which is apparently a type of DQ in Duel Monsters.

-When he tried to save Mai from getting hit by a fireball, but then Yugi did it instead, and then so many people were standing on the dueling platform that Kaiba couldn’t possibly DQ them all.

-When he entered the restricted area of the blimp in order to hassle Kaiba into landing the Blimp, which Kaiba did not do.

-When Marik killed Joey before Joey could press the “go” button on his duel disk to play the card that should have won Joey the match.

-When he was dueling a lawyer in a digital universe but then the dice was like...weighted? So Noah had to walk over and be like “The hell is this weighted dice? This is my perfect digital world? How did you even do that?” and then Joey won because the match was no longer legit.

-When Joey yelled at Noah too much and so Noah turned Joey to stone for being a rude ass spectator

-When Mai was like “Wheeler and Valon, listen closely: do NOT murder each other” and then Joey did a murder on Valon so she was like “I guess I have no choice, I was very clear” and killed Joey straight up.

-When Joey decided to block Seto’s fireballs while Joey Wheeler WAS a playing card, somehow disrespecting both Dartz and Seto Kaiba at the same time.

-When Joey was playing cards but then got absorbed into a giant Leviathan and basically couldn’t play anymore after that.

-There’s probably hell ton of S0 stuff I just haven’t seen yet.

-This episode

And Joey runs fast for a montage of wacky things that really have no business being in a theme park. Things like this:

(remember when Bakura almost died from a rock that ended up being a balloon? It comes full circle.)

The stuff that the Kaiba brother’s think is normal and fun.

Anyway Joey fights off a bunch of hologram snakes and bats and everyone is like “Should we tell him it’s just holograms???” And it’s like wow, guys, how many times have these ‘holograms’ straight up murdered Joey Wheeler and everyone else on this cast? Too many? Because I have a google doc with so many deaths on it. 7,805,844,048, to be exact.

Anyway, he gets there with five seconds to spare and Mokuba’s like “well at least you were still entertaining while we filmed you in front of a live audience being a total spaz for 15 minutes straight, so I’ll let you go.”

Grandpa and Joey start playing, Joey completely oblivious that this is just an older Muto, while Hawkins walks up awkwardly and is like “hey guys. I’m so sorry about this.”

(welcome to my font choices, for those new here, I have to make weird font color choices to make sure it’s legible for the colorblind and also for the non-colorblind. This one is not much contrast, so I may change it up in the future, but for now, this is Grandpa Muto’s new font. I apologize to every graphic designer reading this. Please don’t tell anyone who has ever hired me for graphic design about this blog.)

What’s funny about this exchange is that after they find out that Yugi’s Grandpa is Apdnarg (HOLY my brain cannot get around the spelling for that, and I will not change it in the caps. I cannot do a ‘pdn’ ever again), they don’t stand on his side of the field or anything. Hawkins is legit Solomon Muto’s only fan during this exchange and like...damn. Way not to back your Grandpa, Yugi.

Yugi immediately strides up to Mokuba to non-confrontation-ally inform him that he has stepped over a line and Mokuba is like “what are these things you say called ‘lines?’”

According to Mokuba, Solomon Muto begged him to be in the competition so he could relive his glory days (glory days making no sense here, because the game has only been released for the past 15 years, so glory days is like...the before times that can only be referring to disgraced archeologists and Pegasus ((who is, in his own way...a disgraced archeologist, too))) and Mokuba was like

“You trained Yugi Muto, right? Hey that’s good enough for me. This drama is gold. People will eat it up. Hell yes. Don’t be afraid to abduct him a little bit. Maybe trap a couple people in a digital hellscape for a little while? Now we go by Pegasus house rules here, so fire as many lasers as you want, but just make sure not to hit anyone in the face. Oh man, we are going to be swimming in cash. Love it, Muto Sr, love it.”

But I dunno, I feel like Grandpa won’t make it past next episode. It is Joey. We kinda need him to make it past Ep 4 of the arc. If Grandpa Muto becomes the new Joey Wheeler, that will be a weird transition for this show to make.

But that’s all for today, as always, here is the link to read these in chrono order becuase there’s SO MANY that you don’t need to read backwards--don’t do it--just use the chrono tag (and I don’t know if you can add compound tags, but I did separate the Season from the Episode, so if you write S4, it should only pop up stuff from S4. I didn't’ do that to seasons 1-3 though because I just...didn’t.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

And because I brought it up: here it is, the best BTS Mashup that I found on my deep dive. Like legit--this one isn’t a mess:

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Most of other ones are horrible in a fascinating way. Like I’m not even a BTS fan, I think I sort of age out of that metric, I’m just bored and quarantined. And lets be real, we all appreciate a good bop when we hear it.

#yugioh #ygo #yu gi oh #photo recap #recap #episode recap #yugi muto #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #Joey Wheeler #Apdnarg #Grandpa muto #tea gardner #tristan taylor #professor hawkins #and then I ranted about BTS #but please don't quiz me about BTS I know nothing about them aside from the music #I actually thought there were over 12 of them because every time I see them perform it feels like an entire stageplay production of people #like a 101 dalmations situation where every time I saw BTS there were 3 new people #I assumed it was like the Gorrilaz where people just show up and then disappear in a rotation #but no. There's 7 BTS members #that can't be right #there has to be more than 7 #is this a berenstein bears situation?#how is there only 7?#I swear there used to be like 16 #and they would be introduced like here's jimin and Jungkook and red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and pea #like is google seriously telling me there's only 7 kids in this band?#this is the biggest scam google has ever played on me #this weird alternate timeline that not only has an epidemic but also only 7 members of BTS

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Rebar Not Included

Written for Day 11 of the Supernatural Deserved Better Creative Challenge (prompt: hunting).

Summary: Jody and Donna help out the Winchesters by looking into an Ohio case involving masked vampires, and what do you know: not only do they manage to kill a certain side character from season 1 but they ALSO make it through without dying! Oh, and they kiss, just because they can.

(Read on Ao3)

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Jody was just settling down with a book for the evening when her phone rang; she smiled at the name flashing across her screen and swiped left to accept the call. “Hey, Sam.”

“Jody, hi. How are you?”

“Alone, believe it or not. Alex is working the night shift, Claire and Kaia are still on that case down in Miami, and Patience is staying over at a friend’s. Got the whole house to myself.”

Sam chuckled. “That...honestly sounds kind of amazing right about now.”

“How’s Cas? Is he feeling any better?” she asked. It had been nearly a week since Sam and Dean had returned from the Empty with one bedraggled former angel in tow. Jody hadn’t pressed too hard for details at the time—Sam had sounded pretty exhausted when he’d called to tell her they’d made it back safely—but from what she’d gathered, Cas was human now, and his time in the Empty had left him very much in need of recuperation.

On the other end of the line, Sam groaned. “Uh...yeah, you could say that.” A beat, then: “He and Dean haven’t come out of Dean’s room since yesterday afternoon.”

Jody had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. "Huh. Well, how do you like that: they finally figured it out.”

Sam sighed. “Yeah. Don’t get me wrong; I’m really happy for them. I just wish the Men of Letters had invested in sound-proof walls. But anyway,” he said, changing tracks, “that’s not what I called you about.”

“What’s up?”

“So get this: last night, a family of four in Akron, Ohio, got attacked home-invasion style. Whatever it was killed the dad and drained his blood.”

Jody frowned. “Vampires?”

“I think so, but there’s more. I called and spoke with the police sergeant, and according to her, the attackers left the mom alive but ripped out her tongue, and they also took the two kids.”

Jody’s blood ran cold; she glanced at the photo of Alex, beaming and holding up her nursing degree, over on the mantle. “They’re taking blood slaves.”

“Yeah, looks like it.” Sam paused, then: “The thing is, I don’t think this the first time they’ve done it. Back in ’86, our dad was looking into a string of kidnappings along Route 77, and it was the same thing: whatever it was took the kids and ripped the tongues out of any adult it didn’t drain. By the time Dad started digging around, though, the attacks stopped. Until now, anyway. Here, just a sec, I’m gonna text you something...”

A moment later, Jody’s phone chimed. She put Sam on speaker and tapped to open the message; it was a drawing of what resembled the front part of a skull. “What am I looking at?”

“The mom drew that, the one from the most recent attack; apparently, the perpetrators wore masks. Hang on, I’m sending you another picture. This one’s from our dad’s journal, back when he was working the case in the 80s.”

The second picture loaded, and Jody drew in a sharp breath: the resemblance between the two drawings was unmistakable. “It’s the same nest.”

“That’s what I’m guessing. They seem to always target the same type of home: outside town, isolated, kids between the ages of five and ten. If the pattern from last time holds, they’ll hit Canton next, then East Sparta.”

Jody swallowed. “You want me to look into it.”

“If you’re able to, yeah, that would be great. We’d go ourselves, but what with Cas still recovering and him and Dean...um…” Sam cleared his throat, then continued more smoothly, “I can call someone else if now’s not a good time.”

Jody chewed her lip for a moment, then shook her head. This felt personal. “No,” she replied, pushing herself off the couch and heading to pack a bag, “I’ll take care of it. Let me grab a few hours of sleep, and then I’ll head out.”

“Great, thank you. I’ll dig around online and text you a shortlist of properties around Canton that seem like likely targets.”

“Sounds good; thanks, Sam. Take care.” She smirked, adding, “And tell Dean and Cas I said hello. Whenever you see them, that is.”

Sam snorted. “Will do. Be safe, okay?”

“Always.” She ended the call, then typed out a quick message to Donna: Hey babe. Feel like teaming up to take down some vamps?

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The following night, she and Donna were crouched in the shadows near an abandoned barn in Ohio. Sam’s intel about where the nest would hit next had proven accurate, and by the time a black van carrying two masked vampires had pulled up in front of a rural home outside Canton, Jody and Donna were waiting. They dispatched both vampires easily, sparing one just long enough to learn the location of the group’s nest; now, the only thing left to do was clear out the remaining vamps and free the children who’d been taken captive.

“Okie dokie,” Donna whispered, “our toothy friend back there said they keep the kiddos in a room off to one side. We go in through the side door, then you take right, I take left?”

Jody nodded. “Works for me. Come on,” she said, drawing her machete, “let’s go save some kids.”

They crept over to the barn and entered.

At first glance, the place seemed deserted. They fanned out along the walls, searching carefully for any sign of life, but other than the occasional spiderweb, there was nothing. Then, as Jody neared the back of the barn, she heard it: a quiet sniffling sound coming from behind a latched door. She raised her hand and signaled to Donna, who nodded and hurried over; then, while Donna watched her back, Jody opened the door and saw two small, scared-looking little boys peering back at her. The younger one couldn’t have been much older than her own son, Owen, had been when he’d died, and the realization made Jody’s stomach clench.

She lowered her machete and crouched down to the boys’ level. “Hey,” she whispered soothingly, “hey, it’s okay. You can come out; you're safe. We’re not going to hurt you.”

No sooner had she ushered the two boys to her side, however, than she heard Donna’s warning: “Heads up, Jodes; we got company!”

Five figures were approaching slowly from the front of the barn, all armed with blades. Four of them, the two on either side of the central figure, wore masks similar to the drawings Jody had seen in Sam’s text messages. The fifth, however, was a maskless female vampire dressed in dark leather. As the group drew closer, she looked from Jody to Donna and back again with a scowl.

“You’re not the Winchesters,” she said, as though someone were playing a trick on her.

Donna flashed a grim smile. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Boys,” Jody said, low and urgent over her shoulder, “run.” She heard their frantic footfalls, followed by the slam of the side door. Good, she thought, hefting her machete as the vampires charged: she didn’t want them to see what happened next.

The first vampire lost its head the second it stepped in their space. Jody spun and slashed, Donna at her back, the clash of blades shattering the still air of the night. It was brutal work, bloody work, and Jody took no pleasure in it. Her only objective was to protect: the boys they’d freed, Donna, Sam and Dean. She had no idea what the vampires wanted with the Winchesters, and she didn’t care: whatever it was, she’d make sure they didn’t get it.

Jody had just relieved a second vampire of its head when something flashed on the edge of her vision; she pivoted, raising her weapon just in time. The female vampire’s blade crashed into her machete and sent a shockwave of pain up her arm, nearly causing her to cry out. There was no time for that, though: the vampire swung at her again and again, driving her back from the rest of the fight before rushing forward, barreling into Jody with the force of a tank.

Jody fell hard to the floor. Her machete flew from her hand, and she could only watch as a triumphant smile split her opponent’s face. The vampire raised her blade to deliver a final blow…and then her head flew off in a spray of red. Her body crumpled to the ground, revealing Donna, blood splattered and furious, machete still hovering at the end of its arc.

“Not my girlfriend, you bitch,” she panted, glowering down at the corpse as though sight alone could set it ablaze; then her gaze shifted to Jody, and all the rage seemed to drain out of her at once. “You okay, Jodes?”

Jody exhaled, nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” She peered past Donna, counting the bodies on the ground and sighing in relief when the total came to five. Donna reached out a hand, and Jody took it, allowing Donna to pull her up and into an embrace. They kissed then, slow, reverent, and it was several moments before Jody could bring herself to pull away.

“Come on,” she said quietly, brushing back a strand of Donna’s hair. “We should go find those boys, make sure they get home safely.”

Donna nodded, and they drew apart, then left the barn without looking back.

#dodio #jonna #jody mills x donna hanscum #donna hanscum x jody mills #spndbcc #spn femslash #spn ladies #jody mills #donna hanscum #wayward sisters #sheriff wives #spn 15x20 #spn spoilers #rebar not included #my writing

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like-a-bag-of-potatoes · 4 years

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Playing With Fire - At the Bottom of a Bottle

A/N: So this is my first crack at Chicago fire fanfiction, so don't judge too hard, alright? This will unfold from the beginning of season three, so if you haven't watched it yet, but plan to; SPOILER ALERT! I tried to follow along with the storyline of the show, but some things have been changed. Shout out to my superawesome beta @thorne93, you rock!

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Beth (OFC)

Warnings: Language probably.

Wordcount: 1623

Over the next couple of weeks, Beth and Kelly continued their little… arrangement. It had become a sort of routine for them at this point. Kelly would be out with friends or whatever while Beth worked the bar at Molly’s, then when the night came to an end, he would make his way to her place and they would spend the night together. It worked in a way. At least that's what Beth kept telling herself.

One night she sat up and waited for him, but he never showed, and it was at that point that she realized that she couldn't keep doing this any longer. Thoughts of him with other women crept into her mind and made her physically ill. She had let this go too far, and now she was in too deep with this man and she needed to get out.

The next morning she made her way down to the firestation to talk to him. She knew it was a shitty move to do this while he was at work, but she didn't trust that she could get through it at home. Besides, she kind of needed him sober for this, and that seemed to happen only when he was at work, so here she was.

Kelly was in his office, going over some details on a report when he heard a knock on his door. He looked up to see Beth standing there, a careful smile on her face.

“You have a sec?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said, closing the file he was working on and turning the chair around. He was a little confused as to why she was here. At some point she had made it clear to him that she wanted to keep things between them on the down low, not wanting anyone to know, but here she was.

She took a seat on the bed, nervously rubbing her palms on her thighs. “Look… I think we should stop- you know - things.”

“Ookay…” he dragged, leaning back in his chair. “Did something happen?” he wondered.

“Not really. It's just that we agreed to keep things fun and casual, and it just isn't anymore,” she said.

“Wow. Tell me how you really feel,” he retorted.

“I'm sorry, Kelly. But this isn't casual for me anymore, and when it stopped being casual, it stopped being fun. I don't want to be a last resort at the end of your bottle.”

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, running his hand over his face. “You’re the one that wanted casual, Beth,” he reminded her.

“I know, but now I don't want that anymore. I want some space,” she insisted.

“You know I don't think of you like a last resort right? I was just trying to play by your rules.”

“Yeah, maybe. But as long as you’re trying to drink and screw your pain away -” she stopped herself. “Look… I didn't come here to fight, I just wanted to let you know that I need some space.”

“You got it,” he said, turning his chair back around. “Close the door on your way out.” He pretended to focus on his paperwork while he waited for her to leave. This was bullshit. He had done exactly as she asked and somehow it still backfired on him. His anger got the best of him and he sent everything on his desk crashing to the floor in one fast motion.

Just as the crew in house 51 didn't think the lieutenant's mood could get any worse, it did. Dawson had seen Beth leave the house earlier and it didn't take a genius to figure out why Severide’s mood had soured.

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The next night Beth was at work with Gabby and Herrmann, trying to keep the blue eyed lieutenant as far from her mind as possible, which didn't exactly go as well as she had planned. Every time someone came through the door and the little bell chimed above it, her head snapped around to see who it was, her stomach filling with butterflies for a second before she realized it wasn't him.

Nothing got past her friend, Gabby, and she insisted that her and Beth talk it out after they had closed up for the night. So five minutes past two, the two of them sat down with a beer each.

“I know that Kelly is a lot to handle right now, but if you just ride it out with him I think - no, I know - that the two of you will be really good together,” Gabby said. “He's a good man.”

“I know he's a good man, and if it's meant to be, we will figure it out down the road,” Beth assured. “I just - I can't help him through this. He needs to find his own way.”

“Why do I get the feeling there's something more going on here?” Gabby asked. The woman was too perceptive for her own good.

Beth took a long pull off her beer as she thought about what to tell her friend. Gabby had been such a good friend to Beth since she moved here, so she decided to just lay it all out for her. At least then, Gabby might not hold this break up thing against her. “... and that's why I can't get involved with him right now. It's just all too familiar to me,” she concluded.

Gabby slowly nodded her head in understanding. “Shit. Beth, if I had known…”

“You didn't know,” Beth interrupted. “It's not exactly something that I go around advertising, but I wanted you to know so that you don't think I'm a complete asshole for bailing.” She had to admit that it felt nice to have shared this with someone.

“For the record, I didn't think you were an asshole,” Gabby said with a chuckle. “I get it though, I really do.”

“Thanks, hun. You’re a good friend,” Beth said with appreciation in her voice. “I don't know about you, but I’m ready to call it a night.”

“I'm with you on that one.”

The two of them locked up, said goodnight, and then headed in opposite directions. Beth's bed was definitely calling out for hur, but as luck would have it, that wasn't the only thing calling. Getting a phone call at 2.45 in the morning never meant anything good, so Beth answered with a very hesitant hello.

“Hey. My name is Collin, I work at The Tavern downtown. Do you know a Kelly Severide?” the unknown caller asked.

“Uhm… yeah?” Beth answered, her heart beating a million miles an hour as a familiar feeling settled in her stomach.

“I'm sorry to call at this hour, but Kelly has had a few too many and this was the last number dialed,” he explained. “Look. He's a good customer and he's not causing any problems per se, he just won't go home. I'd hate to have to call the cops on him.”

A long pause followed before Beth answered. “I'll be right there.”

She fought against her tears all the way downtown, trying not to think about how many times she had made a similar trip like this back in New York. Chicago was supposed to be a new beginning for her, but somehow she was right back to where she was back home.

Kelly’s face lit up like a candle when he saw her walking through the doors. “Beth!” he exclaimed excitedly, stumbling as he tried to get off his chair. “What are you doing here?” He made his way over to her with a few sidesteps and wrapped her up in a big hug.

He reeked of the booze he had had and Beth fought hard against her instinct to recoil. “Let's get you home, alright?” she said softly.

Collin the bartender gave her Kelly’s car keyes. “Figured it was best to just confiscate them,” he explained.

“Thanks. And thanks for the call.” She tried to keep Kelly on his feet, which wasn't easy, but somehow she had gotten him to her car and from there into her apartment. It was better to bring him home to herself than to start waking up his roommates in the middle of the night.

She had barely even closed the door behind them when Kelly stumbled his way to the bathroom and emptied his stomach into the toilet. An overwhelming feeling of familiarity and hopelessness nearly overpowered her, but right now it was more important to get Kelly to bed. Beth could dwell on her poor life decisions later.

“You’re the best, you know that?” Kelly said as Beth joined him in the bathroom, his voice echoing in the toilet bowl.

She didn't answer him. Instead she pulled a washcloth from her cupboard and soaked it in cold water, placing it on his neck just as he threw up again. She knelt down next to him and ran her hand up and down his back soothingly. “You have more coming?” she asked softly.

“Nah. I think I'm done,” he said as he sat back on his heels and flushed his evening down the toilet. “I'm sorry about this.”

“We can talk about that tomorrow,” she assured, getting to her feet and helping him do the same. “Let's get you to bed, alright?”

A bucket was placed on the floor next to the bed where Kelly had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, just in case he wasn't done throwing up. Then Beth grabbed some linens from her closet and made up the couch for herself to sleep on. There wasn't much sleep that night for her though, she knew there was a conversation to be had in the morning and she wasn't particularly looking forward to it.

Tags: @campingmonkey @deansgirl215 @thevelvetseries

#Kelly Severide #kelly severide fanfiction #kelly severide fanfic #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide series #Chicago Fire #chicago fire fanfic #chicago fire fanfiction

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skamesptranslations · 4 years

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SEASON 4 EPISODE 4

CLIP 1 - WRONG TOO

27 APRIL MONDAY 18:32

A: It’s going to be the best trip ever, you’ll see. We’re planning it perfectly and it’s going to be the trip of the year, I just know it for sure. I just know that our trip is going to be the best of all times. The best of the year. I swear.

D: Well mine had great moments too.

A: Okay, well, it might have, but it can’t as good as ours will be

D: Look i’m going to show you something

A: Ours it’s really well organized and there’s a lot of people coming and...

D: Puff...

A: What?

D: I don’t know if I should show you this because you’re going to lose it

A: No, no, you’re showing me, i tell you

D: Look

A: What is this oh my god

D: You can’t believe how drunk I was

A: Wait let me just a sec. That’s amazing.

D: Ugh this is so embarrasing.

A: This has to be posted. The universe must see it

D: What you mean post? No fucking way. Let it go.

A: Look, i’m giving it back because I feel sorry for you, tsch.

*text from Kasim* helloooo! In case Dounia asks, we went to the cinema last night, ok? Thank you beautiful!

D: What’s wrong? Everything all right?

A: I mean, yes

D: I can’t believe this guy. What’s his deal? You told him to get out of your business right?

A: Yes, but he just ignored it.

D: If i were you I’d tell him something, no?

A: I don’t know... it’s just... whatever I do it’s going to be wrong. Because if I lie for Kasim, that’s wrong, cause I’m lying. But if I tell the truth... wrong too, because I get him in trouble.

D: Okay but you just asked him to not use you. He’s the one causing troubles, it’s not your fault at all.

A: Well, in the end I’m doing the same thing as him, I haven’t told the labass girls that i’m with you... either Cris... Have you told her anything?

D: No, I’m just... waiting for the right moment... Not telling something is not lying.

A: It feels like it. I don’t know, at the end, I feel really bad... I feel like i’m not doing the right thing.

D: You set the bar way too high for yourself. Around here at least.

A: Not that high, better here.

D: This has a really simple solution

A: It does?

D: Let’s just tell everyone, right now

A: What?

D: Let’s tell everyone! Why not? Amy, you and I, we can handle anything.

A: I just... I just don’t know how these things are done.

D: Easy, I don’t know, you just say “Hello, I’m dating Dani” and I say “Hello, I’m dating Amira” and whoever doesn’t like it... fuck them. Fuck them

A: Fuck them.

D: yes.

CLIP 2 - I’M GOING OUT WITH SOMEONE

All: NORAA!

E: How are you?

C: Baby, give your gastroenteritis ! That I don't want to got to class either.

V: Take advantage and rest.

E.; They are screwing us over a lot.

A: Exactly, you just chill and relax now and we'll see you in two days.

All: I love you! BYE!

E: There, it's done. I don't know if she understood anything. But still.

C: Girl, what I was saying, what great plan to spend all day doing excels. That's not...

V: Look, girl with economy you work as anything later on

E: But didn't you want to study psychology?

V: Yes but there are jobs for that afterwards.

E: Let's see girl, who know what fucking jobs would there be in four or five years? It's impossible. I mean I think it would be better to study something that you like.

C: Exactly.

E: And do that

V: Girl, I don't know. Well and how is your speech ?

C: She probably hasn't even begin. I'd leave for the last minute at least...

E: I wouldn't know from where to begin, really.

V: And your parents are super proud of course.

A: I mean, yes. They are very excited.

E: That's so great.

C: Oh my god, I'm just picturing your mom with big tears falling and all dramatic.

E: That's my girl! Well, let her speak.

C: But it's you who is not shutting up.

E: Shut up.

E: What? What's happening?

A: I'm dating someone.

All: What?!

C: How?

V: YASSS!

E: But girl , you talk about this.

V: With Dounia's brother!

E: NOO!

C:Excuse me?

V: I knew it!

E: You, my crush. But with him?

A: With Dani.

E: With which Dani?

A: Girl, Dani.

C: You're kidding right?

A: No.

V: That's so cool.

E: But girl, for how long?

A: Since Sunday.

E: Like... me with Dani. It meant nothing. The thing at the party was stupid. Like four silly kisses.

A: You don't need to give an explanation. I know.

E: Really?

A: Don't overthink this, really.

V: Wel, girl. Tell us. How was it?

E: Like, when did all happen? Because, I had like no idea.

V: You didn't tell us anything.

A: Because I didn't know anything either. I din't know that he liked me and he didn't know that I liked him and it happened and that's it.

E:Aw, how cute.

V: Girl, that's so beautiful, looking at each other , both of you thinking the same, suffereing in silence.

E: Girl, what a movie!

A: Well yeah. I couldn't even imagine it myself. I don't know.

E: Shit, obviously.

A: I'm the first one to be surprised for real.

V: So I'm very happy for you.

A: Thank you.

E: And me.

C: Should we be going to class?

E: Yeah, let's go. Girl, wait! What a hurry!

V: Damn, girl, that's so amazing.

A: Thanks.

CLIP 3 - THAT’S WHAT A FRIEND IS FOR

28 APRIL TUESDAY 14:33

A: Cris, wait. You aren’t going to say anything?

C: What do you want me to say to you?

A: I don’t know, whatever.

C: Well, that you could’ve told me before, for example.

A: Yeah, girl, sorry. It’s just that… with Joana’s thing, I thought…

C: What? That you can’t tell me you’re dating my fucking brother? He was also silent, what a pair.

A: I mean, yes. It’s true that we should’ve told you before anyone else. But, apart from that… How do you see it?

C: I don’t know, girl.

A: What do you mean “I don’t know”?

C: That I don’t know. That I know both of you a lot and… I think it’s all gonna go to shit.

A: You are really sure, huh

C: Fuck, girl, yes. Because Dani goes out, gets wasted, hangs out there

A: And? Do you think I’m gonna ban him from living his life or…?

C: No girl, but you’re gonna demand a lot of him, and you’re gonna overwhelm him.

A: So I’m the problem.

C: No, girl, I didn’t want to say that.

A: And what did you want to say?

C: I don’t know, that you both are gonna get overwhelmed. Each other, okay?

And girl, you know for sure I was gonna say this, that’s why you said it in front of the others and why you didn’t tell me first. Like I didn’t know you, Amira.

A: So if Dani makes out with Eva you’re cool with it, like it’s the best, you’re the sisters in law. But you find out he’s with me and… you get like this.

C: And what do you want me to say? That you’re gonna be fucking amazing together?

A: Yes. I supported you when you started with Joana.

C: Okay, girl, but it’s not the same.

A: Your relationship was super stable

C: Why are you bringing this up now?

A: Because I was always there, ride or die, Cris. That’s what a friend is for.

C: What do you want me to say, what you wanna hear?

A: No. I want you to help me. I’ve always done that, and you, well…

C: I what? I’m telling you what I think, Amira

A: Leave it

CLIP 4 - NO ONE CAN STUDY HERE

[they are all texts]

Dounia: hey, can we meet this afternoon? Please

A: why

Dounia: it’s long to explain, come and i’ll tell you, ok?

Dani: let’s hang out with my friends this Friday? C’mon… this way you can meet them

Dounia: it’s for the Spanish courses, i need to organize them with someone

A: i’m really busy today’

End of year trip group chat:

Jesús Rojas: Guys, my uncle works in a trip agency. He’s looking for something that is THE BOMB

Douna: tomorrow?’

Dani: tell me when you can please’

Text to Kassim: Kassim let’s meet this afternoon

CLIP 5 - SPEAK TO DOUNIA

29 APRIL WEDNESDAY 17:17

A: *text* I’ve arrived early

L: Well…

K: Hello, Amira

A: Hello

L: That… Girl, I swear we were gonna tell you. I swear.

K: Also I’ve known him for a long time and… I don’t know

A: Like, I don’t care what you do with your life, like, I don’t care. I’ve come to talk with you. Dude, I’ve been avoiding Dounia all week. I’m lying for you.

K: But this is not exactly lying. This is… helping out some friends.

A: Dude, I already told you no. And you’ve done what you’ve wanted.

L: Girl, it’s not that big of a deal. Sorry. Fuck, it’s my father, I’ll be right back.

K: What do you want?

A: Fixing Dounia’s thing because either you tell her or I’ll do it.

K: How are you gonna tell Dounia? She’s my sister. And also she’s put me on a pedestal.

A: Yeah, but you’ve climbed up there yourself, handsome.

K: Girl, you don’t understand. It’s not only Dounia, it’s all of my family. Imagine they find out I’m gay. Really, Amira. Think about it, really.

A: Like, I wasn’t gonna tell Dounia that. But I don’t know, a “we broke up”, “we don’t like each other anymore” or something like that

K: Isn’t that lying?

A: Dude, Kasim, I’m serious.

K: Okay, I understand. I understand. But I started, I’ll end it. And you know how Dounia is. She’ll ask and will want to know… and I don’t want any more blind dates. That’s it. The dates are over. So let me talk to her.

A: Okay. Talk to her. But when?

K: I don’t know, on Saturday?

A: This Saturday, Kasim. This one.

K: Yes Amira, this Saturday. Yes.

L: Dude, now he’s asking me to go live with him. I’m sure is because of the fucking pension. I want a beer.

K: Amira… I give my word that I’ll talk to her on Saturday. Okay? Change that face, come on. Smile there.

A: On Saturday

K: Yes. On Saturday I’ll talk to her. Okay? Word.

K & L: Bye

EXTRA CLIP 1 - A BETTER VERSION OF LUCAS

WEDNESDAY 21:16

K: Wait, wait, wait, wait!

L: Ay-ho!

K: Do you know where you and I are going? To the “Classroom”

L: Are you sure you want to go there?

K: Dude, that place is fucking awesome

L: Dude, the waiters know me, because one time I was really super mega wasted, okay? But worse than right now. And I threw up on the counter. But like, hear me out, it splashed into lots of people, it was horrible

K: Hey, hey, hey

L: I’m not going

K: Weren’t you more collected before?

L: Yes, but you could say I’m a better version of Lucas

K: Well then, better version of Lucas, pass me the joint cause you’re smoking it by yourself

L: Wait, fuck

K: Hey, that’s it. Give me. That’s it, right? What are you doing? Are you stupid or what? Huh? What are you doing, what are you doing, Lucas? Lucas, are you alright? Lucas, my boy. My boy, are you alright? Lucas. Lucas, dude. Look at me, Lucas. Lucas, dude. Lucas. Lucas! Lucas, fuck, please, Lucas, Lucas, dude. Lucas, look at me, look at me, look at me Lucas. Lucas. Come back, stay here with me, please, Lucas, look at me. Look at me! Look at me, Lucas, Lucas, dude! Lucas dude, what’s happening with you, Lucas, fuck, they’re calling you. Jorge’s calling you, dude. Do you hear me? Jorge’s calling you, what should I do, should I pick up the phone? Yes?

J: Hey, bro, that tomorrow we’re all gonna go to the library, if you wanna come

K: I am not Lucas, he can’t get on the phone right now. Lucas.

J: And who are you?

K: A friend of his. Lucas!

J: Is something wrong?

K: That… we were drinking and smoking dude, and he passed out, I don’t know what’s going on with him, I’m gonna call the Samur*.

J: No fuck, no, no, wait, dude, send me your location. I’m going there.

K: I’ll send it right now. Lucas, look at me. Look at me, dude. Lucas, Lucas!

*Public emergency service of Madrid.

EXTRA CLIP 2 - I WAS FEELING DOWN

WEDNESDAY 23:04

K: Fuck, dude, you had me scared, Lucas.

L: Don’t worry, I’m alright now. Really.

J: Lucas, how are you, dude?

H: What happened, dude?

L: What’s going on?

K: Dude, I bought him a can, for the sugar and stuff. And he’s better now.

L: No dude, I’m fine, like, that’s it. What are you doing here?

J: You’re Kasim, right?

K: Jorge? My pleasure

L: Do you know each other?

H: I’m Hugo.

K: My pleasure

H: You’re better?

L: Yes, dude. Yes, dude, I’m fine. Like, if you stop harassing me it’ll fully go away, that’s it. Why are they here?

K: Well dude, you looked awful and Jorge called you and I picked up the phone.

J: Normal, dude, what else were you supposed to do? Luckily this happened with someone, no?

L: No, nothing happened.

H: But what happens, you smoked a lot or…?

L: No dude, it’s just… I didn’t eat much dinner and… that’s it, I was feeling down. But I’m fine, seriously.

K: Are you alright?

L: Yes

K: Are you sure?

L: Yes

K: Do you want us to go away?

L: Yes, let’s go.

J: I’ll go with you, Lucas

L: No, no, no, I’m… Let’s go.

H: But are you going home or?

L: Yes

J: Yes. He’s fucking incredible.

CLIP 6 - I LOVE YOUR VIBE

1 MAY FRIDAY 22:02

D: Ah, there they are. Hellooo

Guy: Fuck!

Rubén: Well, here’s the missing one!

D: What’s up dude? Sorry, sorry, I was busy. How are you?

R: Asshole we only see you in training, eh

D: Yeah, sorry, fuck. Well, she’s Amira

All: Hello

R: Well, you remember me, right?

D: Yes, Rubén, that…

A: Yes, yes

R: What’s up?

A: No. I don’t give the two kisses

R: Ah. Right.

D: He’s Manu, I told you about him

Manu: Hello!

A: Hello

M: What’s up?

D: She’s Patri, and she’s Esther.

Esther: Oh, we can

A: Nice to meet you

R: Well, guys, two pints, two beers*, and… what do you want?

A: A pineapple juice.

R: Girl, here there’s more than 100 types of beer, if you want I can recommend you one, I know about this stuff

A: Yeah, but… I don’t drink alcohol

R: Ah

D: And I want an alcohol-free one

R: Alcohol-free? Let’s order

D: Come on, I’ll go with you

E: Hey girl, I love your vibe. Like this, with the headscarf and that. You are like really modern for… no? And have you worn it since forever?

A: I mean, not since forever. Since a while ago.

E: Of course. Because you start wearing it after the first period.

A: No, you start wearing it when you want to. I started wearing it at 16.

Patri: And the colour of the headscarf, has to do with your mood, right?

E: Girl, it’s black

A: No, I mean, I don’t know, it’s like any other piece of clothing. I don’t wear the same one to go to class and to go out, you know?

E: Ah, but you go out a lot?

P: Come on, girl, she’s not a nun either!

E: Well, girl, I know, fuck

A: Well, the normal amount, I don’t know. During the weekends and stuff. Before starting to wear the hijab well, I smoked and drinked and I did that stuff. I don’t anymore.

E: You drinked and stopped doing so? I couldn’t do it.

P: Me neither

R: Well girls, here’s the beer, watch out, I almost dropped it... the pints… and yeah, they broke Alex’s nose

D: Alex is a guy from the team that is really good but he’s crazy

*a “caña” is a bit smaller than a pint, but with the same shape.

CLIP 7 - A REALLY BIG MESS

1 MAY FRIDAY 23:45 H

P: Does she fuck with the headscarf on?

E: Girl, don’t be dumb, moors can’t do it until marriage, it’s common knowledge.

P: I don’t know

E: Although well, at this rate there’ll be no marriage nor anything, because, well…

P: “Because” what?

E: Nothing, stupid things.

P: Girl

E: Okay, I’ll tell you, but be discreet, don’t tell this to anyone, not even Manu.

P: No, girl, no

E: Okay. Dani the other day hung out with Rubén, because he was a big mess. He told him he had lots of doubts with Amira’s thing. Like, he was a really big mess. Literally.

P: Normal. Like, fuck me, girl…

E: But you know how Dani is: really stubborn. You tell him “no”, and he goes on. And he ends being in these messes.

P: Yeah.

E: Well then, come on.

CLIP 8 - FIRST GRADE OF MUSLIMHOOD

2 MAY SATURDAY 1:31 H

D: Hey, I know it was uncomfortable. But… they are in First Grade of Muslimhood, they don’t know what it’s about

A: In the end they’ll get used to it and I’ll stop being the new thing. It always is like that.

D: Now I’m realizing how much bullshit you have to withstand everyday. And haven’t you ever sent anyone to hell or something like that?

A: I mean… it changes through time… I’m over the “all these stupid questions make me mad” and the “dude, if you want to learn something search it on Wikipedia” phases, you know?

D: And now? What phase are you in?

A: Now? Well… in the “if things need to be explained, then i’ll explain them” phase. But then it’s true that… I don’t know, when I start talking about how cool an Iftar is, or… or the atmosphere that exists during Ramadan, I don’t know, the community, everyone wishing each other the best, well, then I realize that they weren’t really even listening to me.

D: I should’ve clapped back at them. Especially Manu and Patri. How many times did they ask you if you wanted a beer? Fuck, you already told them no. Fuck.

A: Hey, I haven’t see you like, super angry or anything

D: No?

A: No

D: Eh, Ami, this vein right here swells up and I become a fucking killer. I should’ve said something to them, they would’ve freaked out. What a week, right? Mi sister, these ones…

A: And I am too scared to say anything to Dounia, cause, I don’t know, I don’t wanna see another unfriendly face.

D: Hey. What did we say?

A: Fuck them

D: Fuck them.

A: Hey

D: What?

A: You are sure, right? All of this isn’t messing with your head?

D: No. Of course I’m not.

[Josie’s Interlude - Josie Man]

EXTRA CLIP 3 - DO WHATEVER I WANT

SATURDAY 11:04

[Snow Day - Geoff Smith]

L: Yes? Yes, come in.

J: Hello???

E: Hey, surprise! What’s up?

L: What are you doing here?

J: No, fuck, we came to see you.

L: Well, I just got in a fight with my mother and she just went away.

E: Well, we came to see how you are.

L: I’m fine. Why?

E: I don’t know, like lately you don’t answer texts… and well, on Thursday, with all that happened, I understand that you didn’t come to class, but you could’ve texted me.

L: Now you gossip about what I do, you have a whatsapp group chat and all.

J: No, fuck. We worry about you, that’s all, dude.

L: Okay, it’s true. I went a bit overboard the other day. I smoked more than I should’ve, and it didn’t sit well. But now I’m fine.

J: Dude. It’s not only you passing out. Fuck, like, in a bit we have tons of exams and… I don’t know, dude, I’m seeing you a bit weird. Like you aren’t the same Luqui as always, you know?

L: The closeted nerdy Lucas? Well, no, I’m not the same as always.

E: Fuck, no, Lucas, we came to help you. I don’t know, it’s just… lately you’re doing your own thing, well, we don’t…

L: And I can’t make plans on my own?

E: Yes, fuck, you can do whatever you want, but… but it’s not that

J: Don’t you think… you’re going a bit overboard, dude?

L: I don’t know, dude, like I can’t go explaining stuff, like, I have a better time with other people and that’s it, I’m going out with other people. I’m sure you’ll always had a fucking great time with Hugo and Dilan, but I’ve had to adapt and I’m fucking fed up. I’m gonna do whatever I want.

E: And what is doing whatever you want? Smoke everything? Drink everything? Get fucking high? Lucas…

J: Fuck, Luqui, dude. What’s up with you?

E: Well, then, we’ll go away. You know that, whatever you need, you can call us.

J: Do whatever you want, okay?

E: Ciao!

J: See you, dude

CLIP 9 - LIAR

2 MAY SATURDAY 12:35 H

D: *speaking in Arabic*

Girls: *speaking in Arabic*

A: *speaking in Arabic*

N: Well, girls, I gotta go. I’m meeting up with my mother

E: Are you going by metro?

N: Yes

E: Then wait for me, I’ll go with you, okay?

N: Okay

D: You’re also leaving?

E: Yes. Bye

D: Bye

E: We leave you alone

D: Come on

A: Ehhh, I’m also gonna get going

D: Already?

A: Yes. I’m going to see Joana, Cris’ girlfriend, I think I already talked about her before.

D Yes

A: Bye

D: Hey, how’s it going with Kasim?

A: He’s really nice. Good.

D: And… how was it yesterday?

A: What about yesterday?

D: That, I know you hang out or something

A: Why?

D: *shows her Dani’s post* “What beautiful girlfriends”?

A: Dounia

D: What

A: If I tell you…

D: Tell me

A: Kasim and I are really good, to be honest, but… we are not going out.

D: Then? Why didn’t you tell us about Dani?

A: I was gonna tell you all. But at first I thought that… it wasn’t gonna happen and then it did. I don’t know.

D: And what about my brother?

A: What did he tell you?

D: What is he gonna tell me? That he’s really happy with you. You knew that, Amira. And that’s why you’ve been using him, right?

A: No, no. No. It’s not like that.

D: It’s not like that? And how is it?

A: Your brother isn’t telling the truth.

D: And why would he lie? Why? I’m shocked. Really. And also you want to blame everything on my brother. In Ramadan, also. You. You, Amira. I thought… you were my friend. Well, more than a friend. That’s why I introduced you to my brother. I was sure that… you were as good as him.

[Randomize - Maryann Leone]

D: You were in a hurry, right? Go away. Go away.

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Ok, so I haven't been able to comment much on my Riverdale rewatch mostly bc i'm watching it with my boyfriend and we have an agreement of no cell phones when we're watching, otherwise we can't pay proper attention to it. But I wrote down some notes about the episodes I did watch (I watched up until ep 6, which is very ironic bc apparently today is its anniversary, so yay for my perfect timing). I actually remember most of the stuff that happened in s1, so here's mostly a few things I paid more attention to or noticed about the characters and the ships, or things i'm able to look at through a different view now that i've watched all the seasons. Strap in if you want to see my notes, if not just scroll please, no ship or character hate here please. Also, feel free to ignore, this is really just a personal look in some stuff I didn't notice in my first watch.

- Betty's character used to be much happier and lighter in season 1. I know we're introduced to "Dark Betty" right in episode 3, but still, I feel like the way Lili played Betty in season 1 did not hold the same "darkness" as it does in the following seasons. The scene where she is dancing happily in her bedroom because she's going to homecoming with the boy she likes? The scene where she introduces Jughead to the Blue & Gold and gets him to work with her? Her genuine innocent happiness at seeing her sister again after so much time? The way she interacted with Kevin and Veronica? Those were all chef's kiss because she actually feels like a teenager in them. In all her girly glory, she radiates youth energy and it's a thing that was sadly lacking after s1. Btw this is not a critique at Lili's acting at all, I blame it entirely on Ras and his obsession with dark Betty.

- There's actually so many indications of Cheryl being a lgbt character in the first episodes that I have no idea how I missed it the first time. But then again, there were many indications with Veronica as well, and sadly that's not the path Ras chose for her.

- Jughead in s1 is truly so superior in so many ways that it's not hard to see why he quickly became such a fan favorite. I think even if he wasn't played by Cole Sprouse, he still would have conquered many fans' hearts. Sadly, the things that made Jughead such a loving and interesting character for me also fizzled out in s2 when the writing team decided to make him a woke serpent leader instead of allowing him to sticking to his true personality as a passionate mystery lover, a dedicated friend and very nerdy, which was very cute. I feel that we got some of that back for him in s4, which was good, but sadly s1 is where my love for him really stayed to stay. But I still care for him, and s5 has a promising storyline for him which i'm excited about, so let's see if s5 Jughead can become better than s1 Jughead.

- Going back again to Cheryl for a sec, I just noticed that the red lipstick actually wasn't that common for her in s1? At least not in the first five. I wonder when did it start becoming her trademark? Anyways, it's actually a really good look her and allows you to appreciate Madelaine's natural beauty even more.

- Also, did anybody notice how Alice lowkey figured out who killed Jason in ep 2 lmao, like... in episode two she legit says she wouldn't be surprised if the Blossoms themselves had killed Jason, which... is what happened LMAO, considering we know it was his father. And even more hilarious and tragically ironic note, in ep 6 she's laughing at Betty suggesting that Hal killed Jason because "do you think your father has the stomach for it?!"... Ma'am... i'm-.... 😂😂😂😂.

- This rewatch has reminded me of how much I adored and how I much I miss Josie and the Pussycats. The girls were such a nice addition to the cast, and their songs were so beautiful. I truly wish we get to see them again someday, but at the same time I also think the actresses deserve to be at a work place where they're given the treatment they deserve and not completely ignored and treated like extras.

- Archie/Valerie was super cute and is very underrated in the fandom, but i'm glad Valerie stood up for herself and didn't take any of Archie's or Cheryl's sh*t. Still sucks because they were really good together, though.

- Why was Jason not allowed to talk, lmao? Like, i'm sure it's become a running joke in the show at this point, but back when season one was airing what was the excuse for it? He appeared in so many flashbacks and scenes and we still never heard a single word ☠️☠️☠️☠️. I just want to know what was the reason lol.

- I liked s1 Reggie, but I feel like Charles Melton's Reggie is better because he actually feels like a douche with good intentions lol, and he has more of a personality. Most of the time I even forgot about Reggie in s1, but after s2 he definitely made me more aware of him. So for that, I like Charles Melton's Reggie more. But the actor from s1 still did a good job with what he was given.

From now on I will be talking about the ships, so bear with me, and know that I am a multishipper. Yes, I have my preferences. No, my word is not law, it's just an opinion, so please respect it.

- Bughead is still super cute in s1. I feel like from s1 they will always be my otp, even if I no longer feel as strongly about them now and have a different insight as to where I would like their story to go, and now I definitely see the problem others had mentioned before of how they kind of took over the show, which is something I kind of closed my eyes to before... But I really loved them in s1. It felt like a very juvenile teenage relationship, they didn't give much thought on why and if they should be together, they just went for it like teenagers usually do, and they were very very cute together.

- I feel like if you don't count Beronica (because they really were the best no matter what you say or ship), if there's a ship that deserves "best chemistry" award for s1 is probably Varchie. I lost my interest in them years ago, but this rewatch reminded me of why I actually loved them once. They never really became an otp for me, but Kj and Camila's chemistry in s1 was VERY GOOD, and I really liked them. Their kiss in the pilot was electric and the s&xual tension was OOF, and that chemistry carries on through the season. You can easily tell something will happen between them eventually. It makes me sad bc I don't know what happened after s1, but their chemistry from s2 onwards was just... not there for me. Which is ironic bc it's the season they truly started dating and they got a lot of smexy scenes, but I just... didn't feel it. But I'll leave that comment to my s2 rewatch. For now just let me enjoy Varchie's chemistry in s1 while it lasts because it was really good.

- Now we get to Barchie, who I made clear was the reason for my rewatch, so let's get to it. I LOVED the way Barchie was written in s1. I remember when I first watched Riverdale, I was curious about their dynamic but didn't put much thought into it because I loved Bughead too much and wanted them to be together, and I thought Barchie would be the traditional "first og ship" thing and wouldn't have a big follow up, but boy was I WRONG and am I GLAD for it. I'll talk more about their development in the next seasons when I get there, so for now let's focus a bit on s1. Just in like the first two episodes, there is so much Barchie foreshadowing, like, it's legit insane how it was right there in my face and I missed it the first time! "I have never felt what i'm supposed to feel with betty", "it's not my fault he doesn't like you", "I can't give you the answer you want"... Omg, those are obvious eyebrow raising "this will come back to bite you in the a$$" moments and it's incredible how they actually DO! I would call it clever writing, but like... it's Riverdale lol. So I really am just glad that the ship was done this way, i'm glad Barchie has the back story that they do, they've really come a LONG way and i'm happy I get to experience their whole growing storyline. It's also especially good because s1 actually provides you with scenes that show you their friendship and how they're so close, you see them hanging out, talking, their pictures together, everything was just really done well with them. Still have a bit of critique with the way Archie contradicted himself sometimes regardinf his feelings for Betty, but let's be honest, we've watched enough Riverdale to know that's just a problem with the writing.

- Kevin/Joaquin is still my favorite Kevin ship, i'm sad it's completely impossible to go back to them someday so for now i'll just be really glad it existed and that I got to see them even if it was short-lived. They had great chemistry and their kiss scenes always outsold.

- Beronica... sigh. Beronica. The most wasted chemistry i've ever seen on CW and I've watched a LOT of CW shows. There was so much potential there, s1 was practically overflowing with them and it's one of the reasons it became some popular. I remember when the Beronica fandom was the biggest one, ah, good times. Veronica and Betty were easily the best part of season 1, their friendship, their lowkey romantic moments, they were just superior in every way. This ship deserved better, not even just as a ship, but as a friendship.

- Veronica's s1 hair >>> Veronica's hair in seasons 2-4. I loved the side part and I am glad it's back in season 5, it looks so much better like that.

- Cheryl, as always, deserves better. Can't wait for her to meet Toni so I can watch again Cheryl finally get to love someone and be loved back, which is exactly what she deserves.

For now, that is all! I will probably make another post soon when i'm done with season one and from season two on I will be live-blogging the episodes since I will be watching it alone. Once again, pls, no hate, my thoughts are my thoughts. Peace.

#bri rewatches riverdale #riverdale #barchie #choni

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