#the most cliche thing he could've said but i still love it!

[dramaism]

Even over my dead body, you are without a doubt, absolutely, most definitely not my type.

#king the land #kdramaedit #kdramadaily #dailynetflix #tvcentric #cinematv #kdrama #kdramagifs #lee junho #im yoonah #yoona #junho #mufaloedit #ktlandedit #the most cliche thing he could've said but i still love it!

[just-a-fragment]

It's jung heewon's birthday and gosh her character arc still hits hard even after finishing the novel for almost a year now.

She was a "nameless background character" and when she was introduced it's implied she was a victim of one of the most cruel crimes someone can commit to another person(and yet its something that happens to most women).

In this scene, KDJ's commentary states that its a "cliche" or not an unexpected development that happens to "nameless" characters whenever a story has societal collapse. So it's very refreshing that not only did she turn out to be such an important character, but when she gained one of the more powerful attack skills, she was able to enact her vengeance and carry this righteous catharsis throughout the novel. But it doesn't stop there!

The skill actually contains a caveat. She wasn't the one who decided which "evil" is deserving of being killed. She has to constantly answer to a system that has to unanimously "vote" if the skill should be used or not. So while she's extremely powerful, there were times where she wasn't able to defend herself just because the system of good decided that her enemy wasn't worthy of punishment.

Except who are these constellations to decide if someone was worthy or not, especially when, aside from delighting in these spectacles, they weren't the ones affected by such grievances. She has seen how the so-called "good" abandoned her and her companions in vital times, that's why it was so satisfying when she finally gained full autonomy to enact her own judgement. She saw that the system doesn't actually adhere to morality but to an audience, to authorities who never cared for their own well-being in the first place. The best part about this arc is not just how her skill evolved from adhering to a shaky yet rigid parameter to the intrinsic desire to protect the ones you love but how it doesn't abhor the way she handled her trauma! It was never implied that the rage she felt was cruel.

Her story arc is such a kind fate that most authors rarely consider for characters who suffered the same as her. It's established early on that aside from being one of the most powerful characters, she's also funny! she's very caring to the kids, she mentors jihye, she's very loyal to kimcom. She has one of the more consistent moral codes in the novel, she's justice personified. It's what makes her character arc so satisfying, her trauma never retracted any of this, because that's always been who she is.

Her character arc could've just been dissecting her trauma around men, but it's also how it's incredibly hard to maintain your sense of justice/sense of self under an oppressive system. How even the most capable people are held back.

She's not reduced to some brooding/tsundere combat side character, who not only overly relies on the male mc but experiences more trauma to further male mc / other male character developments, which unfortunately happens to characters that have the same fate as her.

Like she's incredibly loyal to dokja but she questions his decisions, she doesn't praise him as a god that goes through with all of his plans just because he saved her, Because she doesn't owe him anything and both of them know this! By the end of the novel she was the one who felt remorse, but her loyalty is still there.

Same thing can be said with Hyunsung who was consistently willing to be a tool for her catharsis, for her righteous anger, and this might be a controversial opinion, but I actually kinda liked that they broke up! In the brief/rare times we get their perspective, yeah we can see that they actually do care/love each other, we can't deny that their love story was born from the apocalypse. It was never confirmed but I wouldn't ignore the possibility that to some constellations, their relationship was a spectacle, people were supporting them, or egging them on(I mean we even see how HSY placed a bet on them)

It's a very refreshing or even realistic take to these kinds of storylines, yes Hyunsung helped her when she was broken, yes he helped her with her trauma, yes they loved each other. But the implication that Heewon, someone who was introduced as a person whose agency was taken from her, being able to decide that her "knight-in-shining armor" isn't her endgame, and being able to acknowledge that it isn't the right time, but the love existed, the love was still there(which is one of orv's main themes). Like that's such a powerful and important message!

I also like how the side stories addresses the argument on whether or not she deserves the backstory she got like!!! SS already proved that she was written with so much care, so much interiority, so much agency, so much love. I wish I could write more(even though this post is already long lol) but I haven't read the side stories.

So yeah HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNG HEEWON WOMAN OF ALL TIME.

#orv #orv spoilers #HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNG HEEWON #orv analysis #jung heewon #jhw #omniscient reader's viewpoint

[zalrb]

the summer i turned pretty 2x06 review -- no, i swear, tho, conrad was just sad...

Episode 6, the episode anons have wanted me to watch.

"I don't know I'm kind of happy here" after one day. THE MAGIC OF COUSINS.

"I know things are not great right now but it's always darkest before the dawn, right?" Why make him speak in cliches?

Cam Cameron WHY. ARE YOU HERE?

I like how Belly could've just said "We should throw a party" but because we're supposed to understand the closeness of these families through dialogue alone she has to say it in a roundabout way so she can talk about a memory of her mom and Susannah that Conrad and Jeremiah should already know if it's like they all grew up together 3 months out of the year.

This zen conversation with Steven and Conrad is legit like the first real conversation I've witnessed on this show.

This volleyball conversation is so forced.

"Your subconscious brain takes you there" You can just say subconscious, Jere. Who wrote this.

Oh look, ANOTHER taylor swift song. jesus christ.

I think I got a few requests to do a vid to this song and I remember just not getting over "is it chill that you're in my head?" because I thought it sounded like when you go to the thesaurus and look up synonyms for "cool".

They're both trickling their hands in the water, are their fingers going to touch and it's going to be ELECTRICITY?

Yes.

But this is her I FEEL THE ELECTRICITY face

You know, we can't even consistently stay here

at marginal almost kind of chemistry

"I'll come too!" Taylor's "Uh huh" is the only time I've marginally liked her.

You can't scoff at him calling her his muse with your cliched valedictorian speech, Steven.

LOOK AT MY FAKE I.D. k.

"Wooooooow, your I.D. didn't work Mr. Herbertson??" "Fuck off, at least I have one" oh my god, a moment between them that ACTUALLY sounded genuine. I am amazed. It will most likely die of loneliness.

And Jumper laughing then pointing at the sign is legitimately the only funny moment I've seen throughout this entire season.

BELLY WILL SAVE THE DAY. SHE WILL GET THE BOOZE. BECAUSE SHE IS BELLY. AND IT IS THE SUMMER SHE TURNED PRETTY.

She doesn't even sound sincere.

i am laughing so hard, this is the first time i've read rap on this show and it's because SHE'S SO GANGSTER SHE GOT THE BOOZE BECAUSE SHE'S BELLY.

Conrad asserting his dominance after Belly got Jeremiah a drink but not him one by drinking from Belly's straw is actually pretty funny though. It would be better if Belly wasn't so ... herself.

I love that Skye and Cam Cameron are the ship I care about the most (and I'm using the word 'care' SO loosely).

"The sacred emergency Amex??" It went back to being phony.

I can't deal with more Taylor and Steven.

And she'll put the boa around him because this show loves cliches.

And Jeremiah will see because this show loves cliches.

"Belly, you don't have to apologize for that" she kind of does though. She was kind of completely terrible.

Girl, you can shrug and shake your head all you want, it doesn't compensate for a lack of emotion in your face or voice.

And he's blinking trying to find his well of emotion and that shit is dry, my friend.

It's not like he was kissing Aubrey, it's not even like they were hugging, he had his head in her lap and you can say "teenager" all you want but this is ridiculous.

This is also the closest they've come to executing what they want with these two and it's still not done well but when he says "Aubrey was just the one who found me I wish it was you" I can at least say I believe that.

There we go.

So I'm guessing she's supposed to have this cosmic, soulful, reach into each other's soul connection with Conrad and a fun, chemistry-filled familiarity with Jeremiah. I've just seen both things done properly so this is just very big shrug.

I was going to say something about the 'how to kiss' conversation but then I was like, lol there are too many youths on my blog. So, moving on.

"I always hated when Mom made us take these pictures but it's like she knew we'd want them later" yes, Jeremiah, that's the purpose of a picture. He would annoy me less if they stopped giving him asinine lines.

"Looking at you mooning over Conrad" "That was a LONG time ago" how long ago was this break up, Belly?

she's saying the same thing twice. That's just called moving on. What it should be is "mourning your past and moving on in the present" or "remembering your past and moving on in the present" or "celebrating your past and moving on in the present" or "appreciating your past and moving on in the present". WHO. WROTE. THIS.

So Jere is Dean and Conrad is Jess, which anon essentially told me. Except Conrad is nowhere near as bad as Jess. He is just a boy who's been sad. LMAO.

she needs to be stopped.

"I don't want to talk about Conrad, he really hurt you" BY BEING SAD?

"You don't need to hurt yourself to get my attention" that was almost hot but he lacks the conviction necessary for me to be like ... sir ... and they don't actually have the i-need-to-jump-your-bones tension they need to have

"Just don't fucking break her heart again." He was quiet at prom. I...

OK so I'm really on neither side here because I don't care but there is a bit of a difference between Conrad telling Jere to suck it up and let him be with Belly, which was insensitive, and Jeremiah about to make out with his brother's ex girlfriend in public.

"When things aren't perfect instead of trying to fix it, he decides to throw it away" but we literally never see him do that?? Like he leaves Brown to go to the house to stop the sale, he's like Liam or whoever, he got a judge to let him access the trust, let's do that. Jeremiah did you think of anything you could do to help save this house except bring flowers to Julia, which failed, or did you just go let's not give up every time reality hit? Because even the "let's get Syke on our side" plan was Belly's? Idk dude, you're talking a big game for a character who I've seen be effectively useless??

"When shit got tough, he couldn't handle it and he dropped you", he literally said he couldn't go to back to the prom and Belly was like LET'S BREAK UP THEN and then he tried to be like wait that's not what I mean and Belly refused to listen?

I ... WHAT?

See, this isn't a blowup. This is a very contained, very quiet fight and this is when it's supposed to be a dirty OH SHIT fight. We should get a version of this, GET IN HIS FACE JERE

rail up on him

be specific

don't be afraid to have a fight! Not to mention I can't believe this fight because like 98% of the things he's accusing Conrad of, I don't think Conrad actually did, that would make him too much an active character. He is literally just a guy who's been sad.

And I know they hinted that Jeremiah has to deal with stuff because he was putting together Susannah's receipts or whatever but this is when juxtaposition would work where we see him see her wither away, we see him give her ice chips, we see him take care of her and Conrad is with Belly or at school.

Belly, why are YOU drunk? omg, at least Marissa's drama was FUN.

"I'm not leaving you, Belly." "But you already did!" I mean DID HE? And he also explained WHAT happened with Aubrey?

Someone said Conrad is like a ticking time bomb but what happens when he explodes because I haven't seen it. I've just seen him be sad.

And ALSO THIS SHOULD HAVE THIS KIND OF ENERGY

Belly, you are actually a ridiculous person

If they really wanted me to believe that Conrad was slipping away little by little throughout their relationship then they can't just leave that up to prom and a voiceover. I needed to see him actively shut her out, I needed to see her actively try to talk to him and him refusing to let her in. I needed to see him be Jess. Otherwise, this is RIDICULOUS.

Oh good, you know what I needed now? Another Taylor Swift song.

And then Belly turns around and kisses/chooses Jeremiah after this? BRO. WHY DO EITHER OF YOU LIKE HER?

#review

[ufonaut]

Might be a weird ask, but after that convo about the JSAer's ages, what about their partners and kids (especially the kids)? Because of the sliding time scale, characters like Jennifer-Lynn, Todd, Rick, Jesse and Jack Knight are presumed to have been born sometime in the late 80s or 90s (as of 2023)? So that leaves a situation in which most JSAers kind of avoided having kids until they were in their 60-70s? That or maybe DC will one day say that these kids also are time-displaced.

see my best friend katie (@slaapkat) and i have spent ages trying to figure this one out, and i know the folks over on the cbr forums (which is basically the last bastion of old time fandom, not that that's necessarily a good thing) have been recently discussing this exact thing post-lost children finale... and, well, there's no easy answer!

there's cases like rex tyler, where even by wendi's first appearance in showcase 1956 #56 it's pretty obvious she's significantly younger than rex (she's introduced as a 'girl' and rex already has grey temples by that cover date of '65) and that's made even more clear in hourman 1999 #24 when their age difference actually leads to some arguments about rex not getting the hip music wendi listens to but. that's just one case of many and it's one that'd have to be updated with the timeline, too.

i think the solution is either time displacement or what i'm personally leaning towards is having the jsa's time in ragnarok come sooner and last longer, have them come back at a decent age (having effectively been frozen during their time there) and then settle down and have families. with that particular avenue, i think we'd reach around the same ages roy thomas had in mind during infinity inc. i've gotta say this is one of the main reasons i love judy garrick's introduction so much, having her born in 1949 is absolutely a stroke of genius and jay & joan having the first of the jsa kids is perfect considering they're the only ones of the 'default' couples to have ever discussed marriage & kids in their actual golden age comics (as per flash comics 1940 #35 and #45)!

that being said, even keeping canon as it is, i don't think it's actually as big of a concern as it seems at first glance! out of the original team mcnider, kent, al, wes, corrigan, johnny t and terry never had kids -- with the caveat that grant emerson isn't really al's son and the closest thing wes has to a kid, sandy, is kept ageless in sand monster form for as long as necessary. similarly, johnny t's peachy pet can keep her original timeline as she doesn't inherit any legacy, and the hawks can have hector at any point because it's his return from the dead as fate that needs to be in line with the current timeline instead of his actual birth. as stated above, rick also requires no real update because rex could've simply met wendi much later and dating a twenty-something year old actress as a status symbol doesn't make him more of a creep than he already was if it happened in the 60s or in the 90s.

and here's where it gets problematic. david & jack knight... well, let's say ted's in the same boat as rex, he's not a family man type to begin with. jennie & todd? i can see alan holding onto his confirmed bachelor status for as long as he's able until societal pressure wears him down, and mr gbc ceo getting with young secretary alyx rose thorn makes him a believable straight cliche that would raise no suspicions (and it would also account for the blind anger of the 90s sentinel era, he hates what he's had to do... plus, you know, other real world events of the 90s that might influence for the worse the way alan feels about being gay)*. the one that's really giving me trouble is jesse quick but i suppose we can either move up johnny and libby's wedding and allow johnny the normal course of his original canon (he was still a bachelor living with tubby watts by adventure comics #174 in '52) or jesse's older than she looks and the speed force lets her age real slow.

as for their partners, in the case of those who aren't simply with significantly younger women, it's canon that they were all bathed in that weird ian karkull shadowland radiation that makes the jsaers themselves eternally sorta young as per all-star squadron annual #3.

WHEW THIS GOT LONG, I'M SORRY!! what do you think?

*as a side-note to the alan situation -- considering his marriage with alyx rose thorn lasted precisely a day and a night, molly's timeline doesn't need to be moved up for longer than a couple years when alan eventually gives in to that too and we can have their divorce somewhere around 2011 as a fun reference to the life-changing events of new 52.

#asks #anon #jsa #justice society of america #'this makes most of them complete creeps' no worries. they already were

[theographos]

Yesterday I did some cartoon characters tier list with my step sister. We did Shugo Chara, Winx Club, Lolirock and a whole bunch of other stuff too. And as we talked about Lolirock, I realized how much I wanted to make rewrites for this show too. Just like Miraculous Ladybug I think it has so much potential. From memory the two big 'problems' Lolirock has in my opinions is not going far enough into the plot and being stuck into the "cartoon for children" cliches.

The problem is not that it's made to appeal children, I mean Winx Club did the same, and while it's not a work of art in terms of plot (I've never seen a timeline so confusing like the one in Winx Club.) it didn't stop them from offering some diversity in the magical genre, nor displaying deep themes and episodes that are plot-driven while still being independant enough from the plot, or filled with enough exposition so that the children won't be confused if they haven't watched the previous episodes.

I can't speak much for the season two of Lolirock since I have very little memory of it, but I know that season one lacked of those qualities.

Diversity in the magical genre ? Well Iris's personality is quite bland and boring, apart from being the main character she doesn't have much going for herself, which makes her really boring in terms of storytelling. At least she manages to fit the main character role. Auriana and Talia, while not having the most original personnalities, are fun to watch and they have a bit of spotlight, so it's easier to get attached to them.

If we compare it to Winx Club, even if Bloom's personality quickly disappears and her character development is really just the plot going forward, we still have a diversity of personnalities like the shy, soft and insecure Flora, the confident, active and stubborn Aisha, the 'boyish', free spirited and creative Musa, so on and so forth to make up for Bloom's main character syndrome.

But since Lolirock do not offer such a wide range of main characters, Auriana and Talia can't do anything to help Iris's boring personality. It could've been avoided if Iris wasn't just a "i'm good because being good is good and i'm good" kind of character.

And this kind of characters are a cliche from cartoons for children, and in my opinion clearly foreshadows if a show is going to be good or basic.

Going far enough into the plot ? Well to me establishing the story mainly on Earth is a handicap in itself. We can compare it to W.I.T.C.H, because it has the same base : a bunch magical girls fighting evil forces from another world. But in this show they actually went to this other world on a regular basis.

Ephedia and Meridian have the same base too : a magical world ruled by a blond tyrant and rebels are fighting to overthrown that said tyrant. And while in W.I.T.C.H the girls are actively part in it, in Lolirock we barely see it until season 2. Of course, having Iris stay on earth makes sense since she kinda is their last hope and is unprepared for a war, but the plot really focuses on the Earth, so much that we barely have some worldbuilding for Ephedia.

That's what I meant by "not going far enough". Each episodes focuses on some random person that is in need of help, and even if they're very lovely sometimes they're not relevant. Because while focusing on this, we barely know all of the different kingdoms in Ephedia, if magic is different from one princess to another, how can Gramorr still have a control on the parts of Ephedia when he can't even get out of his own castle and that any greedy person can infiltrate the army and instigate a revolt against him and take advantage of his situation ? We even barely know things about Queen Manon and King Hyperion, the main character's parents. I'm not talking about learning what happened to them, it's the kind of mystery that needs to stay that way for a bit, but is there really not anything to say about the former rulers except from "they were kind" ? Really ?

And I'm supposed to believe Iris discovers that she is from another world, that said world became a dystopia and kingdoms can be destroyed, she is actively hunted down by two twins who unleash monsters at them and those said monster sometimes being hidden in plain sight throughout the episode. And that instead of learning more about the different kingdoms of Ephedia, learning the magic system and how they can prevent those monsters from surprising them at the last minute, we learn how a human girl wants to win the gardening contest with her giant plant ?

No hate to that character in particular, it's just very underwhelming in the context of the story. The plot is literally "the only solution to help a whole magical world on the verge being destroyed by a crazy man is to firstly help that random human that has nothing to do with the plot and that you will never see again in the show with their existential crisis" and it's so disappointing.

And it's not like this kind of dramatic life-or-death-situation plot is too heavy for a children's show :

W.I.T.C.H had a little girl being manipulated into thinking Meridian was beautiful (but it was just an illusion) and turning her back to her friends, the themes of rebellion and how rebels are dying everyday for their cause oftenly discussed

Winx Club had a main character dying, another going blind, another one stuck in ice and having to watch her parents fall to their death, several shots of an entire city destroyed and the people stuck into webs (and you could clearly see that their last expression was one of pure terror and desperation)

Steven Universe even had a bunch of characters having to fight against an empire that colonized most of the galaxy and the literal Earth about to implode from the inside !

Angst and heavy subjects are not specially needed in order to have a good main plot, but if your main plot tends towards this idea (and the one in Lolirock clearly does, how can a plot about a whole planet being in danger can not be at least a bit dramatic ?) you can't just spend a whole season ignore it to focus on random human character number fifty two.

So yeah, Lolirock is awesome, it has great potential and even great morals, but cartoon writers (even in general) really needs to learn how to dare go further and go for more diversity in the very beginning of their show.

#lolirock #lolirock fandom #rewrite #ramblings #lolirock critic #lolirock rant #lolirock writing

[rainparadefromhell]

okay so love victor s3 :

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i'm gonna be honest. i really didn't like this season. everything was full of cliches (i know the show was like this from the start but it was especially bad this season) and it seemed like the writers completely gave up. i feel bad bc this review will probably end up being very negative but it is what it is. i've seen mixed reactions from people but it's always interesting seeing someone enjoy something you didn't and see it from a different perspective.

so, i'm just going to briefly touch on the characters.

victor = oh boy. i get that he was confused but knowing that he was still hung up on benji..... like why didn't anyone advise him to be single for a little while. i guess that's a problem most people in that town have, lol. i hated how i barely remembered the new guy's (nick) name. i hated how they just used him for benji and victor drama. it was so obvious in the break up, too. like why was he smiling and flirting with the guy victor wanted to be a guru for (see i can't even remember his name!!!) 5 seconds later. he didn't even feel like a real person. anyway i couldn't care less about victor and benji, the same as before.

benji = i didn't see this coming but i did sort of, kinda like benji, a little bit this season... i liked that we found out more about him and his addiction. i also really liked him in scenes with rahim which just confirms my theory of rahim being the best character and making everyone better. honestly i thought the show would try to make them (benji and rahim) a thing for a second and i weirdly wasn't mad at it....

isabel and armando = ah my actual best friends! they were so so cute this season. i loved seeing isabel more confident in supporting victor even though i thought that setting him up with (checks notes) ahem nick, was a bad idea...but she is trying and she's pretty and i love her. armando<3 pls be my father. i loved the talk he had with pilar about their first daughter. it was very emotional. and i love that they are starting their own business. truly a highlight of the season!

mia and andrew = oof. i did like them overall but seeing andrew be willing to drop everything for one person made me sad. you can't think like that especially when you are that young. it's not a good message and the show acknowledges it, which is good. it's definitely a tricky situation and i get it.

felix = stanning felix weston is not just a hobby. it is a lifestyle. it is the smell of flowers and the sound of birds first thing in the morning... lol okay but fr now. he was really witty this season ("oh he's not a dick, he just wants dick..... thinking about victor? lake, i don't think you're his type", can't think of more but pls put some in the comments if you remember). what can i say? i love the guy. i just wish his relationship with victor wasn't kind of forgotten again :/ i also adore him and his mom! their relationship was everything. (i talk more about him and pilar in her section of the review).

pilar = my girl..... i loved pilar. i still kinda do but this was probably my biggest problem with the season. why. why did she break up with felix??? the reason did not make sense to me AT ALL. she said he chose her family over her?? just because he suggested to lay low for a while until things with her dad calm down? that's the right thing to do! it wasn't like he wanted to break up. and she completely freaked out. seeing her climb through his window and try to sleep with him out of pure insecurity about their relationship and feeling like she's losing him made me so sad.....she's a young teenage girl so i get it but like to not want be together even after some time passed and you thought about it more? it's like the writers couldn't think of a better reason and just did that. i was sad they didn't end up together but also their relationship was moving a bit quickly (saying i love you like 3, 4 episodes in?). they could've just have them be a cute no drama couple and let them say ily at the end of the season.......

lake and lucy = what a delight! their relationship was short but sweet. nothing really stood out for me about them except their break up scene which made me weirdly emotional?? i feel like the actresses reallllly did a good job, both of them. and i liked hearing a bit about lucy's life. i really related to wanting to run away from your town, lol. glad they didn't break up! the only thing i disliked was that weird ass kiss between lake and felix wth was that??? and they didn't even flinch, it was like it didn't happen. weird as hell.

rahim = ah! my other favorite character right next to felix. he found a bf. good for him! i do think it was weird the way him and victor got over their feelings for each other so quickly. but all of these characters do act like they've got amnesia every new scene they're in, so it makes sense, ig. his storyline with his mom and that homophobic relative (was it an uncle?) really touched me. the scene with his mom where he just said a simple "never again." as to let her know he does not want to hide who he is ever again was excellent! anthony keyvan is such a talent and i hope to see him in other things soon! wish the scene was longer, i almost teared up with him haha.

so to wrap things up, sadly i was annoyed with a lot of characters this season and i felt like the dynamic between some of them completely disappeared (mia and victor, felix and victor, victor's little brother was legit in like 2.5 scenes, i forgot he existed). i understand that the season and episodes are short but they just threw in a bunch of characters with honestly some pretty interesting and complicated issues and then just either left them hanging (like the guy victor and felix had the school project with who kissed victor?? where did that storyline go? or mia's mom?) or "solved" them with a corny speech/ friendship-is-magic-esque message. which is why the pilar and felix break up did not make sense. everyone was magically able to overcome every obstacle but they just broke up for such a dumb reason. i also hated the pop culture references. and yet again did not understand this huge love between victor and benji? this grand connection they shared. (was laughing at victor looking at that water fountain remembering when he first saw benji. i was like, really? you couldn't remember anything more special from your relationship? just him looking hot and walking? (i will say i understand why he remembered that - bc it is the first time he saw him, i get it, i just find their relationship very superficial and lacking substance). it would've been awesome for victor to end up single but oh well. it was a cute show overall (the 2 previous seasons at least) and i'm gonna miss some of the characters (mostly felix and rahim), but i will probably pretend this season doesn't exist bc it was a 2/10 for me :(

#love victor #love victor s3 #love victor spoilers #love victor season 3 #victor salazar #victor x rahim #pilar salazar #felix weston #victor x benji #mia brooks #andrew spencer #lake meriwether

[turianosauruswrex]

2, 4, 6 for katya! :)

!!!!! thank you Peri!!! (Song Lyric OC Ask Game)

2. a song lyric to describe their love life

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So this is where I gotta tell you, she thought she was in love with Artemy, her best friend, for like, fifteen years. She dated other boys to try and get her mind off him but it never quite worked. And this is where I gotta add that she never said a goddamn thing about it to him, and then he died, and then she spent so long trying to figure out a way to bring him back.

Enter other friendships. Enter learning what love looks like, compared to obligation, compared to obsession. Enter a tall hot goth elf who has the audacity to ask to read her mind, to let her practice that spell on him, to ask for her to stay with him. Katya has been Thru It and different lyrics fit at different times. You'll have a Phoebe Bridgers lyric for Artemy ("Part of me wants you/But most of me needs you/So I won't fall unless you ask me to"), you'll have a Halsey lyric for the in-betweens of Kaspar, Andrey, Ivan, no one ("I don't need anyone, I don't need anyone/I just need everyone and then some"), you'll have multiple Ghost lyrics for Silas ("Can't you see that you're lost? Can't you see that you're lost without me?" // "You will never walk alone/You can always reach me/You will never ever walk alone").

I think the most consistently, Katya is, was, and will be "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie. It's overdone, it's cliched, it is an essential part of her person. Katya Fyodorova doesn't feel things in small ways, and when she is in love (as she is... pretty sure she is, this time), in the face of uncertain future, of pure despair, of memories spotted and faded with time and tragedy, she wants so badly to find it in her to face it together.

If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark

4. a song lyric to describe their personality

I don't care what you think As long as it's about me

("I Don't Care" by Fall Out Boy) This has been, like, a guiding star for roleplaying Katya for three years and it's gone great LMAO. Girl's made not one, but TWO nemesii! And friends, but, like. It's the nemesis, Ilya, she's most quietly pleased with herself about. The other nemesis she's still coming to terms with because he happens to be her best friend Hyacinth's boyfriend. Whoops. But hey-- she's got their attention, doesn't she? :)

6. a song lyric to describe their personal style

Look down, you're talking to your highness Can't see me, I'm the reason for your blindness They try this, but I'm too classy for your lines Got my double cups up, that's the reason that I'm like this

("Sand Storm" by Apashe ft. Odalisk) Anyways would you believe there aren't a lot of songs that describe, in exact words, the precise category of goth Katya's weaseled herself into? Sure I could've gone with "Long Black Veil" by Johnny Cash or "Wear Black" by the Mountain Goats but those felt like cop-outs, like joke answers. So I went for the attitude she tries to convey, bonus round: being a scourge aasimar she can quite literally blind people.

#asks #winecupwars #katya fyodorova #you have no idea how close we came to an unholy needledrop here #it was dangerously close #she's cringefail but she's not that cringefail (she is. i count four msi songs on her personal playlist.)

[juneviews]

I WANT THAT ESSAY ABOUT SEAN YOUR HONOR!

ask & you shall receive! buckle up though bc I can NEVER write short things lol. keep in mind that everything I'm saying is only coming from what I've observed on the show as I haven't read the novel it's inspired from, so I can't predict what's gonna happen & I frankly don't want to bc I like the surprises!

so, sean is frankly such a fascinating character bc he really didn't shine that much in the first episode compared to other characters (I know, I must be crazy to say that about an off jumpol character lol! I still loved him but he wasn't really the center of attention since he only makes his entrance in 4th part of the ep.) but since then it’s been absolutely beautiful to peel back every layer of his personality one by one!

so when we're introduced to sean in ep 1, we are greeted by those crazy deep eyes:

and we KNOW these are eyes that say something, we've seen them since the final trailer, hell, even p'nuchie said the most impressive thing about off's acting is his eyes. but somewhat even I, off's self-proclaimed biggest stan, didn't realize how MUCH these are not off's regular eyes until I really compared pictures of him. and for sean, the only time when he's softer is when he's around namo, in this scene for example:

does this look like the same person??? bc frankly it barely does to me. and I could talk about namo's influence on sean & how I'm excited to know more about her bc I love her but that'll be for another day :') so ANYWAYS, in ep 1 we're introduced to sean who's extremely reserved & mysterious, has this super cool aura about him, and clearly isn't the biggest fan of black. and what kills me about sean is that he (and honestly the other gang members as well but him especially) is SUCH a cliche of toxic masculinity lmao, like dude really wanna be the manliest man out there, he's so aggressive for no reason :'))) (but actually it’s not for no reason it’s just that the man has never felt safe in his life so he trusts no one, poor baby)

so yeah, in ep 1 we see the very surface of sean, which is aggressive, violent & overly manly. what I like though, is that since ep 1 (and honestly that's one of the strengths of the show as a whole to be able to have funny moments even though it deals with very serious issues), we do see a more playful (honestly childish, I could make a whole essay on that alone so I’ll keep it at that but he can be a literal baby at times lmao) side of sean when white accidentally pours the engine oil on him & he wants revenge. and another clue that jennie confirmed gun said is very important to the show is this:

this is something that captured my attention bc it's the only time sean smiled in the whole ep, and this sentence immediately felt like it referred to sean's queerness, which is why it's exciting to know it will come back in later episodes! for now I'll have to let it go bc I have so many more things to say, but when that sentence comes back I'll be waiting for a message in my askbox so I can rant about it again :') so anyways, apart from that, ep 1 tells us the base layer of sean’s personality, which is that he is overall not a very soft person, even though the playful scene & that "unique means good" scene show us that it's not all there is to it.

in ep 2, that's when sean starts getting WAY more developed, and that ep develops two sides of his personality: the first one is of course, that he saves white's ass many times, he drives him to thawi's house even though gram who's closer to black could've done it, he saves him from the fire, he checks up on him during the whole mission... he's also clearly the most perceptive about the fact that white has changed. he IS kind of a badass, love that for him. but then there's this other side, a softer, more pathetic side of him that starts to appear, mostly bc there's his first scene with namo so we can see that he can actually interact with people like a regular human being! amazing! but more importantly bc we see him cry when white says he wanna quit, which is incredibly hard hitting bc it shows how much justice & their vigilante group means to sean.

and then we have a favorite scene of mine, sean going to check on white despite saying he wouldn't do it to gumpa:

and for me that's a super important sean scene bc it should feel ooc, like why would he care about white?? why would he check his temperature when he notices he isn't okay?? why is he LITERALLY BEGGING him to come back to the garage?? like, isn't he supposed to dislike him & be this cool, detached guy... but for me this is the most sean scene at that point bc despite how uncaring & rough this guy tries to make others think he is, HE CARES SO FUCKING MUCH!!! even when he doesn't care, he fucking cares lmao. and mostly in that scene he wants black to care about the group he has created so his fight for justice can continue, bc ultimately that's literally sean's main goal in life. he wants justice & he wants revenge for his own family & all the people wronged by thawi. so ep 2 is really amazing at showing this duality in sean's personality from badass cool guy who saves people to this very sensitive guy who MIGHT care like, just a tiny bit <3 and spoiler alert, the layers only continue from there!!!

in ep 3, all of the previous character traits we've seen for sean are pushed even further: he's even more playful than before (the towel scene & the fighting scene), he keeps tabs on everything, he's still as rough & violent as before, yet he's already more caring (wiping white's blood bc gumpa asked him, letting him drink out of his can, accepting that he sleeps in the same room...) a lot of sean’s development in ep 3 is who he is in relation to white, bc even if they both pretend there's not, a sort of relationship is forming, which was never there with sean & black. and we can see that by namo, who for me represents someone who sean really cares about but also someone who can see right through him, and she sees that sean's mind is elsewhere when he plays the bass, bc he's thinking of white. even though ep 3 doesn't necessarily show any new side to sean, I still love him in that ep bc he's starting to feel more & more fully fledged as a character, with his complexity, depth & frankly contradictions as well.

and then ep 4, which here is kinda the climax of sean's contradictions in the sense that it starts with sean having BY FAR his most vulnerable & genuinely gut-wrenching moment we’ve seen until now as he cries while he has a nightmare. and he doesn't seem to remember it in the morning, or at least he's not phased by it, which means it's absolutely not the first time this happens. and here we discover a much more pitiful side of sean, which we can fill in ourselves why he's crying, bc from the trailer we know that thawi killed his family. and sean, from the beginning has been the loneliest character of the show. all the characters are lonely, but he just FEELS like he's all alone in the world, bc he hasn't created many relationships with the people around him. and for me, that nightmare scene just concretizes the fact that sean... is kind of a loser. he's lonely, he has no family, almost no friends, he's closed off, he has started at a disadvantage financially which is why he has to work at the garage to sustain himself, he got suspended for university... and all that sean really has? is his idea of revenge against thawi. that's literally all that's keeping him going.

and we can see it in the classroom scene where sean is the first to raise his hand to bring thawi's case to the forefront of the discussion, which white notes is odd for such a reserved guy, and he's right. sean is ready to do everything to make sure he calls out thawi’s unlawful actions. and we also have white noticing sean's disappointment that he pressed the crocodile's tooth and won, which is nice to see bc until then we had sean being the crazy observant one, but now we have white actually LOOKING at sean deeper than just trying to figure out if he attacked black or not.

so now, here we are! we know that sean is a very complex character who had never revealed so much of himself before white arrived, and it's a delight to know more about him every episode that gets released! I love seeing white discover more vulnerable sides of him at the same time as we, the audience, do. I can't wait to see sean confront thawi & get revenge on him, and mostly I can't wait to see THIS look sean gives white. it's all about the eyes for sean, it's all about the EYESSS:

tldr; sean wants to be a cool badass detached boy with no feelings, but in fact he’s a lonely sad boy with TOO many feelings & he deserves to be loved <3

xxx

#answers #not me #not me the series #off jumpol #seanwhite #sean #this took me so long to write pls don't let it flop lmao

[agustd-png]

Can I request 141, 151, & 150 with lee know please? ^^

wow, my first time writing about minho :0 he’s fun to write, hope u like it!

141. “I’d be more than happy to show you a good time if you’re looking for one”

150. “You’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered”

151. “I’ve been thinking about this night”

NOTE: I’m not accepting requests rn, these requests were sent during a short window of time that I accepted requests~

"Come here often?"

The most cliche pick-up line felt cheeky coming from him. You'd seen each other at this bar many times, although you'd never formally introduced yourselves. In the back of your mind you'd always hoped the handsome stranger would stop and talk to you, and it looked like today was your lucky day.

"No, never. First time, actually," you joked back.

He smiled at you, brazenly taking the open seat next to you, but you didn't mind.

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about this night," he said with a content sounding sigh. However, you had no idea what he was talking about.

"What night is that?"

"The night you come home with me."

You gawked at him as he got the bartender's attention and ordered a drink. "You want another?" He asked you casually, as if he hadn't just said what he had.

"Who says I'm coming home with you?"

"Oh, if you'd rather do it here, we can, but I've got plenty of things in mind that would be best suited for a bed. My bed, to be exact. Probably more comfortable than a bar bathroom, you know."

You shook your head to try and clear it. This approach was not one you were used to, but to be honest, you weren't complaining. You'd gotten tired of the whole back and forth, and if you found someone and there was mutual attraction, you were fine with skipping a few steps. Besides, his unconventional nature made him even more attractive to you.

"I've noticed that you come here alone a lot, and most people don't come to places like this alone with only innocent intentions...So I’d be more than happy to show you a good time if you’re looking for one."

"Well I'm not like most people," you replied teasingly. You could see the confident smile start to dim a bit. You took another drink then set your glass back down. "But I do love a good time."

Now a mischievous, dark smile appeared, which you would see many times more throughout the night.

"Hm, lovely. You wanna go now or finish that drink first?"

"I think now's as good a time as any," you replied, matching his eager sensuality, then downed what was left in your glass. His drink arrived just then, but he quickly tipped the bartender and told him to just put it on his tab. You were so drawn to his confidence, you found yourself pulled in by his every movement.

His apartment was right up the street, you didn't even have to drive, but it still felt far with the thick sexual tension between you. "Oh, I'm Minho, by the way," he chuckled, shaking your hand as you joined him in the elevator up to his apartment.

"Oh, right," you giggled, then gestured to yourself. "Y/N." You felt a bit more awkward inside the quietness of the elevator, but there was still a heavy sexual energy in the air, and by the time you reached his apartment door, it was coming to a peak.

As soon as his front door closed behind you, his hands were on you, and you certainly weren't complaining. His arms reached around you and gripped your ass through your dress, and you quickly leaned in to kiss him.

"You really thought about bringing me home?" You asked with a smile between heated kisses. If that was true, that was a huge turn on; the idea of it made you feel attractive and sexy.

"Only every time I saw you there," he answered, punctuated with a squeeze of your ass and a hungry groan. You could feel his hard on pressing into your thigh and moved to grind against it a bit, making his breath hitch.

"Could've just asked, you know." Your lips brushed his and your tongue poked out to lick his plump, sweet top lip.

"Next time I will." He spanked you lightly and sunk his teeth into your bottom lip with a smirk, pulling at it until it slid out from the grip.

Your pussy throbbed for attention, your thighs rubbing together as a fruitless attempt at relief, which Minho noticed. "So it's not just me who's dying to get fucked?" He snickered playfully and dug his fingertips into your ass, pulling you in to drag your crotch against his thigh.

"That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?" You pressed your breasts into his chest, getting as close to him as possible, your fingers dragging over his arm.

"Hm, you're awfully sexy when you're hot and bothered."

You watched him wet his lips with his tongue, your mind flashing with images of what it might be like to have that very tongue between your legs, and the thought made your clit throb.

Then you watched as Minho reached into his pocket, retrieving a condom, which he spun through his lithe fingers playfully, the corners of his lips pulling up into a little smirk. "Somehow I knew this would come in handy tonight." His hand rested on his belt buckle and his gaze met yours again, his face just inches away. "Now why don't you bend yourself over that counter?" His voice was chilling, but enticing and somehow comforting at the same time...hypnotic.

If you enjoyed this, consider liking, reblogging, replying, or sending an ask (comments and messages provide so much motivation to keep writing!) 💌 Thanks for reading! 💋

#lee know smut #lee minho smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #mine #drabble #lee know x reader

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ scenario: connor losing his mind when you're hurt and charging into the fight recklessly.

♡ pairing: connor kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but i'm living for these angst to fluff moments rn especially bc i rewatched reign of the superman and forgot how much i loved connor in it.

Connor watched as you were completely slumped on the side of the building, no longer clear headed and struggling to stay awake. what was supposed to be a clean and easy mission turned out to be more than what the league expected.

he had requested for back up and while they were already trying to fight off the thugs that were attacking Connor, he could still see that you were fighting to stay alive and he had no idea if you were even going to come out of this fight alive.

"what the fuck?" Connor whispered, seeing you now slumped on the ground. he turned to the person who attacked you, eyes fully red with no intention of holding back. Clark could sense his song was a second away from committing murder as he saw Connor charge into the heart of the battle with no game plan, just murder.

"SUPERBOY NO!"

+

you waved shyly to the group of league members as you hid behind Wonder Woman. you were new to the scene of sidekicks and had no idea how to even introduce yourself without sounding like a complete idiot.

"woah new girl!" you heard a male voice say as you stood in your place petrified. you had no idea who it was as Diana had yet to individually introduce you to everyone, "i call dibs!" you heard the same voice say.

Diana turned to you before grabbing the boy who was charging towards you by the head and tossed him back to Superman, "she's not up for 'dibs' Superboy. she's my newest apprentice and you will treat her as such," she threatened.

you giggled behind her as a few of the sidekicks introduced themselves. you knew them as the Young Justice team and although you weren't formally with the team, you figured Diana was training you to become apart of them in the future.

"( your hero name ), this is Superboy," Wonder Woman said, "he associated to the Super family," she explained as he pushed up his dark circled glasses and flicked his hair back, "pleasure is all mine," he muttered, shaking your hand.

you returned a tiny smile before she continued to introduce you to Robin and Impulse. you noticed how Superboy kept his eyes on you. you had no idea if it was because he liked you or he disliked you but every time you turned to look at him, he was already staring at you.

after introductions and the cliche 'your real identity is sacred' conversation ended, Diana felt it was for your own good to get used to your new 'teammates'. she wanted you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable around any of the YJ team even if that included Superboy.

"so, what do you like to do for fun?" Wonder Girl asked, sitting down next to you and handing you a bowl of popcorn. you shrugged, "uh, not much. I like to watch tv and read for the most part. no one really invites me to do things with them," you admitted, scratching the back of your head.

she laughed, putting her arm around you, "well that ends today! we should all do something fun! how about we go to the county fair? doesn't that sound fun?" she asked. you shrugged, not really opposed to the idea, "I call all the rides with ( your hero name )!" Jinny replied.

you smiled, following her and Wonder Girl out the door as Robin, Impulse, and Superboy followed behind you. Robin looked at him, "you like her don't you?" he asked, already calculating the minute Connor had fallen in love with you.

"well she's apart of the team, i'd like to hope we'd all like her," he replied as Robin shook his head, "no, you get what i mean by that," Robin pressed as he could see Connor's face fall with realization. he didn't reply but he could tell what he was tell Connor's real answer through his face.

as they arrived to the fair, they all booked it to the first food stand they saw. Robin offering to pay for everyone being Bruce Wayne's son had its benefits. you ordered a simple coffee as you didn't want Robin to spend too much on everyone.

"what ride should we all get on first?" Jinny asked excitedly. you pointed to the tallest ride, it was one of those high rides that sat two people at the top and had them spinning around, "oh I can't do that. it's way too scary," both Keli and Jinny said.

Superboy smiled at you, "I'm down if you are," he said as he grabbed two tickets from the worker, "cool," you replied as the two of you walked to the line, sweat already building up from nervousness.

once they sat the two of you and made sure you were both buckled in, you stared at Superboy nervously as the ride started up and pulled you up before immediately starting to spin. you stared at Superboy, screaming for you life. you unintentionally grabbed his arms, not realizing you were holding onto him as you continued to yell.

Superboy chuckled, finding your reaction cute.

+

after the months passed and you finally grew closer to everyone on the team, you were particularly close with Jinny and Superboy. you and Jinny shared a lot of common interests as she showed you how to shoot a gun and Superboy...well, everyone could tell the two of you were just seconds away from actually dating.

you walked into the YJ lair, sipping on hot chocolates with Jinny as the weather was turning cold. she was cracking some cringe dad jokes, trying to make you laugh as you tried to contain from choking on the hot chocolate.

"hey, where we yall at?" Keli asked. you turned to Jinny before giggling, "just doing a few errands we had to run before I had patrol with Superboy," you said, not really clarifying on what you both were actually doing.

although everyone could see how much you liked Connor, Connor himself thought you had a thing with Jinny. he knew she was particularly close with you and felt as though he was practically competing with her for your attention.

"do you have my phone?" you asked Jinny as she dug into her pocket and handed it to you. you grabbed your phone before quickly snatching her hat and putting it on, "yee-haw," you giggled into the mirror as Jinny started chasing you down the halls.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into Superboy and fell flat on your ass, "oh, I'm sorry Superboy, I didn't see you there," you groaned as Jinny grabbed her had and put it back on her, "you've yee'd your last haw," she said, making you laugh harshly.

Superboy's eye couldn't help but twitch as he gave you his hand, "ready for patrol?" he asked sternly. you looked to Jinny who crept away from the angry Kryptonian and left you to deal with him, "yeah, let me just freshen up again and I'll meet you outside," you murmured, going into the bathroom.

you quickly used the bathroom before checking if you had everything. you opened the door and walked into the lair's common area. Connor had yet to drop the angry attitude and everyone was eerily silent as you walked in. he grabbed you by the arm and practically rushed you out the door.

"weird," Jinny told Robin as he shrugged, "what isn't weird about him," he replied making everyone laugh.

patrol started extremely awkward. you hadn't felt this weird since you first started on the team and you had no idea what was wrong with Superboy since he wasn't telling you.

the two of you walked on top of roof, scanning the empty roads before you turned to look at him, "what's up? you seem bothered," you asked him as you both sat on the ledge, "seriously? you seem annoyed at me or something so at the very least you can try and tell me what's wrong," you pressured again.

he looked at you with eyes of determination before grabbing you by the collar of the shirt and pulling you into a very heated kiss. you were taken back by surprise but let him continue to kiss you. a part of yelled at Connor pulled you close but another part of him was still screaming at him that you still could've liked Jinny.

"I had to do that before Jinny officially took you away from me," your eyes fluttered in confusion, "uh, what do you mean by 'take you away from me'?" you asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

Connor sighed in frustration, "I see the way you're around Jinny and figured that she likes you and vice versa," he finally admitted as he stood up, not wanting to hear your response. you quickly stood up and grabbed him by the wrist, "hey wait," you said.

he stared at you, "I'm really not in the mood to get rejected ( your hero name )," he ran his fingers through his hair annoyed. you shook your head, "I don't like Jinny nor does she like me. we're just really close friends Superboy," you whispered, bringing him into another kiss.

this time, he was the one taken back but he melted into the kiss, all his negative emotions washing away as you continued to kiss him. he wrapped his arms around your waist as you him in closer by the neck. Connor was definitely not expecting this tonight.

"so does this mean that we're like....together together?" you asked playfully shy. Connor let out a laugh before lacing your hands together, "clearly. I can't let Jinny steal you away from me," he jokingly replied.

+

Connor ran to the three different henchmen as his strength was to the point of killing, not caring if he died in the process. he was recklessly dodging bullets, knowing they wouldn't do anything to him. he grabbed the first man and threw him against a wall as it collapsed around him. Connor only hoping that it did enough damage to unalive him.

the second one he managed to choke him out enough to the point where he passed out but that wasn't enough for him. you were on the brink of death and if he had to see you die, he was going to make sure the men who possibly killed you got what they deserved.

"SUPERBOY!" he heard his father scream again. Connor paid no attention to him as he grabbed the third henchman and slammed him to the ground, throwing punches left and right, "listen to me," Clark screamed at him.

he could see the tears coming down Connor's face as anger, fear, and sadness clouded his mind, "this is not you! pull out of it!" he yelled, shaking Connor's shoulder, "you're about to kill this man. I get that you're angry but you don't get anything out of hurting him. all you get it consequences and your girlfriend needs you right now more than ever!" he continued.

Connor finally shook himself out of his trance as he heard his dad telling him to go to you. Connor nodded and ran to you, seeing you unconscious and hardly breathing, "I'm taking her to the hospital," he yelled to Batman before hauling your body into his arms and flying towards the nearest hospital.

once he finally reached the emergency doors, he shoved everyone out of his way and to the front desk, "she needs help...NOW!" he yelled to the poor receptionist. the girl jumped up from fear but nodded and screamed for a bed and a few doctors.

the doctor asked Connor to place you on the bed before the doctor told him that he could follow them inside. a part of Connor wanted to straight up move the doctor to follow you into the OR but he knew that he'd get into more trouble with his dad and the MPD if he hurt anyone else.

for what felt like hours, he was waiting inside of the room they had told him you'd be in once you got out of surgery. he had already gotten the lecture from his dad about the consequences he would've gotten if he actually managed to kill the three men earlier.

"she's going to make it," the doctor told Connor as he walked into the room while they adjusted you to the bed. Connor nodded, "she'll be out of duty for months. she sustained a lot of injuries to her body that'll take weeks to recover and she got a nasty concussion so you'll need to play doctor for the next few weeks to make sure she's okay," he explained.

Connor nodded as the doctor told him that you should be waking up within the next few hours. Connor adjusted himself on the seat and got comfortable as he had no intentions of leaving your side until you were awake and ready to leave the hospital.

you woke up a few hours later, your body killing you from all over as you saw balloons all around the room. you knew you had landed in the hospital but you had no idea how long you were asleep or in a coma even. you turned to see Connor passed out next to you, his body slumped awkwardly.

"Kon, Kon wake up!" you whispered, shaking him softly. Connor jumped up in a fright as he immediately realized you were awake, "how do you feel? are you okay? do you need anything?" he immediately asked as you couldn't help but laugh at his frantic attitude.

"Connor, I'm okay, I promise," you whispered as you brought him in for a kiss, "my body just hurts and i'm still kinda tired," you murmured as Connor nodded. you managed to wiggle yourself enough to make space for him, "babe, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"I had to make sure you were okay so i haven't exactly slept in a while," he admitted sheepishly. you shook your head, "you're too much sometimes," you giggled as you put your head on his shoulder, "but you love me regardless," he replied.

this was the first time the L word had came up in the relationship, "yeah, I guess I do but now you need to sleep," you said as you closed your eyes and felt Connor pull you closer to him, "I love you too by the way," you whispered, giving him another kiss on his partially exposed chest.

#dc #dc x reader #dc imagine #connor kent x you #connor kent x reader #connor kent imagine #connor kent #superboy x y/n #superboy x reader #superboy imagine #comics #dc comics

[lepusrufus]

Wrong victim

Pure comedic self indulgence because we all need a funny break before shit starts to really go down in To bargain for immortality. Set quite a few years after the game events, around 2025, and is pure ridiculousness so enjoy.

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Her response to being unceremoniously shoved in the back seat of a car that looked like it's seen far better days was merely an annoyed grunt. It turned into an eye roll when the man that climbed in after her pulled everything out of her pockets. 

"Wouldn't want you calling anyone," he said with a toothy grin while waving her phone in front of her. 

"Trust me, that won't be necessary," she replied in a deadpan voice. It's not like she would call the police, she wanted them involved even less than her kidnappers probably did. As for other people she could reach out to, a phone call would be redundant really. "Do be careful with it, I'd hate to lose the photos of Daniela sleeping upside down." 

After maybe ten minutes of driving down the barely illuminated outskirts of the city, and having her pockets emptied, dagger included, the burly man driving pulled up inside a parking lot. It was large and overgrown with weeds and vines reclaiming spaces that had been left without human activity for who knows how long. The lamp posts were nothing more than useless concrete pillars as they provided no illumination, resulting in her pitiful captors having to use flashlights as they made their way into the dilapidated factory. 

Nicole sneered at the sight of collapsed walls and rusty metal walkways, reminding her of the one particular Lord she couldn't stand the sight of. She decided a distraction was needed from unpleasant memories. 

"Abandoned factory?" She whistled. "How many cliche movies have you guys watched?" 

She let out a chuckle when the man that had previously taken her phone shoved her ahead. Hopefully they wouldn't tape her mouth shut, there was so much fun to be had by mockery alone. 

It didn't take long before all three of them entered a dimly lit room, numerous candles placed all around, either on desks or candle supports nailed to the walls. The three more people inside were wearing long black robes and white masks covering their faces. Nicole had to laugh. 

"Oh so you're that kinda crazy." 

"Shut the fuck up and stay put," the man holding her hands behind her back said while pushing her into a chair. 

He then moved to a table and Nicole couldn't help but scowl at how unceremoniously her beloved dagger had been thrown on the wooden surface. Afterwards, he put on a mask not unlike the others, except with red streaks going down from the eye holes, and started to prepare something in the middle of the room. The others joined in on the task, all but the one man that had been put in charge of making sure Nicole stayed put. Because of course she could easily escape five people much bigger than her at any given moment. 

She decided to take a look around, at the various dusty books opened on pages she couldn't quite make out from where she was sitting. A few pages were laying around, either with diagrams or with scribbled notes. Had she really stumbled upon a cult? She couldn't wait to have a laugh about it with her family. 

"So," she started, craning her neck a little so she could see her captor's face. "Who you gonna sacrifice me to huh? I wanna know before you slice up my throat or whatever you're planning on." 

A confused and suspicious look was thrown her way, surely due to the complete nonchalance she spoke with about what would surely be her untimely death. "The… the devil," was his unsure reply. 

Nicole let out a small laugh. "Oh trust me, you do not want to meet her. Though devil is not quite the word," she continued despite a few other pairs of eyes landing on her. "Maybe a pissy fungal overlord with an unhealthy obsession for crows. Yes that's more like it," she finished with another chuckle. 

The man with a slightly different mask, who seemed to be their self appointed leader, got up from where he was nailing something to the floor and walked up to her in a few long strides. His eyes were barely visible, but anger was clearly distinguishable. 

He pulled out a knife, old, rusty and with a black worn out handle so typical of a kitchen utensil, and so incredibly ugly compared to the beautifully ornate daggers that decorated her home. She had to laugh when the dull blade got pressed to her throat. 

"Will you shut up for one minute?!" He raised his voice slightly, as much as someone who was doing something they didn't wish to be caught doing would dare to. It didn't deter her though. 

"Oh sweetie this is just what foreplay looks to me," she started with a grin that made her wish she had fangs like the better part of her relatives. "But please do me a favor and stay quiet, there's no fun in hunting if my darling finds you within five seconds due to you screeching like a broken squeaky toy." 

The man blinked for a few seconds, taken aback both by the words and by the apparent passivity towards having a knife at her throat. He stayed like that until one person that was working with some ropes behind interjected. 

"Of all the people you could've taken, how did you find this unhinged bitch?!" 

"I'll take that as a compliment," Nicole said, bending slightly to the side so the person that had spoken up would have a clear view of her sickly sweet smile. 

After that exchange, her captors seemed happy to move things along quicker, working in silence and begrudgingly ignoring any remarks she would throw their way, including an observation on the downright dreadful quality of the rope they had. Quality that she regrettably got to experience when her wrist and ankles got tied to the nails in the floor, having her lay down in a starfish position. It kind of reminded her of sprawling on the bed she shared with Cassandra simply to annoy the brunette. 

After loudly reciting something in latin, the leader bent down, same rusty knife in hand, and tipped her chin upwards to expose the neck. She did let out a wince when the blade sunk deep in her flesh and got dragged downward, towards her chest, leaving behind a choking sensation and the taste of copper in her mouth. The knife however only made it to the base of her neck, before the sound of metal crashing caught everyone's attention. 

"What the fuck," the man whispered, thankfully pulling the blade out so her skin had the time to begin stitching itself back together. She still had to turn her head around and spit some blood that made its way into her mouth. 

Before anyone else had a chance to speak up, the door was kicked open, one of the rusty hinges breaking completely, to reveal a rather angry Cassandra with her sickle in hand, ready for bloodshed. 

There were a few seconds of stunned silence before the blade was unceremoniously thrown into the first person's skull, spinning through the air for only a few meters before getting embedded into the bone with a sloshing sound. Anyone else trying to escape through the one door was met with a similar fate. One person had their knees kicked inwards before a knife held at the same belt as the sickle came down to slash their throat. Another had their head smashed to bits against the nearest wall in the blink of an eye. And last, the burly man that had driven and kept an eye on Nicole, had his heart ripped through the bottom of his ribcage when Cassandra shoved him against one of the tables, scattering the books and papers that were by then stained crimson. 

The remaining man, the leader, got grabbed by the shoulders and forcefully shoved into the same chair she had been sitting in not too long ago. 

"Stay put and I'll let you live," Cassandra spoke, all the cruelty polished over decades upon decades of sporting the title of the family's most sadistic coming through those few words. 

He gulped and nodded, eyes glossed over by the pure human terror now so unfamiliar to both of them. 

She then turned around, expression softening like a switch had been turned behind golden eyes. "Nicole," she started, barely an edge of concern and irritation at the sight of her wife's bloody skin. 

"Hi babe." The self satisfied grin almost had the brunette chuckling while she retrieved her sickle and Nicole's things. 

The weapon was used to cut her free, a grimace pulling the corners of her black lips downward at the same quality observation her wife had priorly made, no doubt. A hand was offered to Nicole to pull herself up, while the other presented the familiar dagger that was gifted to her so many years ago. 

"Will you do the honors love," Cassandra asked, with that beautifully sadistic smile. 

"Of course," came Nicole's reply as her hand wrapped around the leather covered handle. 

With some of the wretched ropes gathered from the ground, Cassandra made quick work of the man's hands and legs, securely tied to the chair and voice frantic. 

"You said you would let me live!" 

Cassandra laughed, a low ominous sound, while grabbing the mask and throwing it on the floor. She did love to see the terror in her victims' faces after all. 

"Unfortunately my wife made no such promises," she finished with a forceful pull of hair that kept his head in one place as she moved to the back of the chair. 

Nicole approached with the dagger already out of its holster and tapped the blade's point against her lips in thought for a few moments. She could simply slice his throat and be done with it, or stab him and leave him to bleed out, choking on his own blood. A hum made its way past her lips. No, no that would not do. 

She grabbed a fistful of the man's shirt, pulling it up almost to the neck. After a few mental measurements and approximations were made, the tip of the blade finally found its way into muscle, drawing thin trails of blood and pained screams. It took a good five minutes to carve all the intricate details she wanted to, the swirling patterns cutting cleanly through skin, courtesy of her wife keeping the blade sharp and in top condition. 

After she was content with the level of detail, and screams subsided to pathetic sobs, she took a step back and, with a hum, looked at Cassandra for a reaction. 

"Oh dearest," the brunette said, looking over the man's shoulder and down at the bloody cuts on his abdomen and chest, forming a crude yet not unfitting replica of the Dimitrescu crest. 

At the adoration that made its way past the cruelty in her wife's eyes, Nicole smiled and gingerly took a hold of her unoccupied hand, bringing it close to her lips and leaving a small kiss and a barely visible blood imprint on each knuckle. 

"I take it that you approve of my… design choice," she asked with another glance down at the jagged lines that formed their family's symbol. 

"It's wonderful," Cassandra replied, fangs shimmering slightly in the low light, exposed from the proud smile that tugged at her lips. 

A gorgeous smile, really, that made something swell inside Nicole's chest no matter how many times she saw it. Truth be told, her rendition of the crest was quite lacking, never having had the artistic skills to quite capture the intricate details that formed it. Nevertheless, if it brought a smile to her wife's lips, she was more than content with it. How unfortunate that it had to be ruined. 

She let out a sigh, still holding Cassandra's hand. "Too bad those pigs at the BSAA would quite disapprove of us leaving such things behind. Oh well," she shrugged, bringing the hand she was holding over to the man's abdomen. "Better it be ruined at your hands." 

The next second, claws dug deep into flesh, slicing the muscle and everything underneath all the way up to the throat. It left five deep gashes over the fine cuts of her dagger, but the satisfaction did not dwindle. On the contrary, when the gurgling sounds finally stopped and the body went limp, her smile was still there, turning into light laughter when Cassandra licked her fingers only to visibly cringe. 

"Say what you will about the dungeons, but at least we feed our livestock well," she spat, taking out a napkin from a pocket and wiping her fingers clean. "But with that disgusting thing out of the way, let me help you with that," she continued, grimace morphing into a sly smile when her eyes landed on Nicole's still bloody neck. 

She gave her no time to disagree, not that she would, before she pushed her backwards slightly into the edge of a table. Nicole wasted no time in lifting herself up on the wooden surface, bringing their faces just a tad closer to being on the same level. 

Cassandra dipped her head down, lips leaving teasing feather-like kisses on her jaw before lowering even further so she could drag her tongue up the length of her neck. It made a shiver run down Nicole's spine, that turned into an impatient tug of her wife's hair when the motion was repeated again and again, until no traces of blood could be seen on her neck, save for the crimson stains that made their way to the hem of her shirt. 

Their lips met in a hungry kiss, full of fangs and smeared lipstick and the taste of copper so familiar to the both of them, albeit for different reasons. When Nicole's hands went to the first buttons of Cassandra's blouse, their kiss was broken with a sly smirk. 

"This is such a dreadful place for such things, don't you think," the brunette said, all too amused by her wife's exasperated sigh. 

"You started it," Nicole complained, but before the words were fully out of her mouth, she was tugged off the table and on the way out, ready to get back home and have a laugh about the irony of her capture. They would have to pick up where they left off at a later time. 

#cassandra dimitrescu x maiden #unhinged maiden™ my beloved #tw: gore #cassandra being cassantra and comin to save her wifey #don't take this as a clue to how the mutation sequel may turn out #fanfic

[dangermousie]

Wow this rewatch of ming lan is giving me such a different perspective, the ones I feel bad for the most are the slaves, they get killed for no reason, like Qi heng's slave or that slave that looked like ming lan so he favored her and his mother killed her, him failing to protect these two people especially bu wei who served him with such devotion is why I never thought of him as suitable for ming lan and I actually dislike him, the matter with the princesses was out of his hands even though as Gu tinye said he could've done more, but this is something he could've prevented if he was smarter or more ruthless or more something, he only cared about marrying ming lan at the cost of other people's lives, can you imagine gu tinye letting that happen to Xitou never in a million years, and those poor two who helped Molan with her disguise getting murdered like.... And then it's the women, Shengs concubine was a monster bc she had ming lans mother killed but everything else she did she did for survival and in the end the way he turned on her and specifically had her killed bc he found out she's been playing him, he's so much worse than her, what a weak pathetic man, he's the one I actually despise the most bc he has all the privilege in the world and is utterly useless and only cares when it's something regarding his safety or his reputation or his comfort as ming lan said as long as the outside world doesn't know he wouldn't care who died or what happened , I know it's fiction but things like these and surely much much worse actually happened to people in those times can you imagine being born a slave or a woman in that era, what a tragic life.

Oh yes, the easy disposal of slaves as if they aren’t human, struck me on my first watch. It’s so realistic and so grim.

And I never hated concubine Lin. I can see why Minglan did and she was justified but as an observer I could not even as she killed Minglan’s mother because every action of hers is driven by desperation - what if Minglan’s mother gives birth to a son? Every male child is a threat to her and she’s not wrong - she has no room for kindness and humanity when her and her children’s very survival depends on a word of a man as constant as a weathervane.

Papa Sheng is terrible but in such a very real well. The true awfulness is that he’s not actively malicious, it’s just that nothing can and should interfere with his comfort. He is very different from Tingye’s father but in one respect they are the same - they are unable to see people except themselves as human or any other point of view as valid. He’s not the worst father - that award goes to the monstrous Marquis Gu - but he is just a waste. Ultimately, Minglan is able to have a congenial relationship with him at the end because she sees him for what he is and what he’s not and she does not need him for love or reliance or anything else. And so, it works for him as well - he has a high ranking daughter who’s wife of emperor’s favorite who is polite to him and does not need or ask anything from him. And that’s just...

To get back to the servants thing - I never hated Qi Heng. He’s a good man for his time period but unlike Tingye he does not transcend it in any way. But also all the deaths happened before he toughened up. He was still someone who wrote weak essays not the man who confronted the emperor to get justice for Tingye because he thought Tingye was wronged. It’s a cliche but growing through trouble is a thing. Unlike Tingye, who had to become tough or break from an early age, QH never had to when he was young and it’s only his marriage and the aftermath that gave him real life experience and a spine. I think he was a bad match for Minglan but I am happy that he ended up well.

#asks #the story of minglan

[bi-bard]

Acceptance - Dean Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Acceptance

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Requested: No

Word Count: 3,095 words

Warning(s): death, violence, grieving, self-blame

Summary: (Season 5) Dean has seen people die before. However, when (Y/n) dies, he can't seem to accept it. He's stuck in a swirl of anger and pain and self-blame. He clings to everything that reminds him of them. In a moment of need, Gabriel steps in to help Dean take the final steps towards goodbye in the best way he can think of?

Author's Note: Any excuse to make Jensen sing, y'know? (Also, a few scenes have been changed just a bit from the original)

Here are links for the songs I used: First Song, Second Song, Third Song, Fourth Song, Fifth Song

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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--Dean's P.O.V--

I blinked up at the motel ceiling. I knew I should get up. Go find a hunt, eat breakfast, research, even... I should just do something. I just couldn't.

I rolled onto my side and frowned. I knew (Y/n) wasn't going to just be there. But the empty spot still brought back a feeling of disappointment.

"Dean," I looked across the room. Sam was standing there with a frown on his face. There was a bag in his hand. Probably breakfast. "How are you feeling?"

I just shrugged.

It was like I was stuck in limbo. Everything was just slightly off and I didn't know what to do or how to get out of it.

We had other things to worry about. The apocalypse, Michael, Lucifer... all of it. The world was resting on our shoulders. But I couldn't help it. (Y/n) had been my world for years now.

We had been working on a hunt. It seemed like a sign of angels, so we knew it was going to be an intense fight.

Zachariah was there. He had tricked us.

With the hopes of- I was assuming- breaking my spirit so I would just relent to his mission, he took (Y/n) and killed them. The angel blade went perfectly through their chest. Straight through the heart.

Sam and I sat in the empty warehouse for probably hours. I held (Y/n) to my chest, crying and begging for them to come back.

Sam took over the responsibility for setting up the memorial for us to burn (Y/n)'s body.

I just watched, silently crying as I had to say goodbye to the one thing I let myself believe would be there forever. My forever. Burning in front of me. How cliche can you get?

No demon would make a deal. No one would do a favor. Cas couldn't even help me. (Y/n) was gone forever.

"Dean," Sam repeated. "It's not your fault-"

"They tried to get me to say yes," I cut him off. "One word would've saved (Y/n)'s life."

"But it would've-"

"Doesn't matter," I muttered.

It would've been the most selfish thing but if I could've had (Y/n) for just one more day, then I would deal with the consequences later.

Sam sat on the edge of the other bed, "I saw the ring. When I went to grab breakfast."

It wasn't a big ring. A simple band I found in a pawn shop. But it was beautiful and I had my hopes up. Once we stopped the apocalypse, I was ready to propose to (Y/n). We never got that far.

"I'm sorry," he added. "(Y/n) would've loved it."

"Thanks," I muttered. I felt tears in my eyes again. We would never know.

'Are you gonna-Dean?"

I stood up abruptly and started pulling on my jeans. My socks and shoes were next.

"I'm going for a drive," I said bluntly.

"Dean-"

"Please, Sam," I grabbed my leather jacket. "I... I need this."

Sam nodded, "Please don't do something stupid."

I nodded back and grabbed the car keys. I walked out to Baby, ready to jump in the driver's seat.

"Hi Deano," I jumped, turning around and seeing Gabriel standing by the trunk of Baby.

"I'm not in the mood for your crap, you winged son of a bitch," I snapped.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not here because it's my ideal vacation. Someone called in a favor."

"Listen," I walked over to him, "I don't care what Sam told you but you're the last person who could help me-"

"You know the rules," Gabriel interrupted me loudly. "Play your role, learn your lesson. Good luck!"

"I swear, I will kill-"

Gabriel touched my forehead before I could finish my threat.

I looked around as it was suddenly much darker.

First was my surroundings. I was backstage... somewhere. Some random theatre that I didn't recognize.

Next was my outfit. I was in a button-up shirt with a button-up vest and some nice-ish pants. My shoes were scuffed to all hell like I wore them every day. I reached up. I was wearing a cap.

"What the hell," I looked over to see a ladder.

I walked over, feeling like this was the right way to go. I climbed up slowly, very aware of my lack of a gun or weapon.

I climbed into the booth, focusing more on silently sneaking than anything else.

"Oh, you again," I jumped, looking at the other side of the box.

"(Y/n)," I whispered.

It was (Y/n), definitely (Y/n). Oh my god.

"Will you just, please go away, I'm working," they waved me off. I heard piano starting. I looked out to the stage.

Everything froze. Gabriel popped up in front of me.

"Listen here, this isn't funny," I basically growled. "Why are you doing this?"

"Again, I was called in for a favor," Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Just follow your gut. It'll all fall into place. Like you've known it forever."

Gabriel was gone before I could say or do anything else.

(Y/n) was still staring at me. I took a deep breath. This was time with them. More time. Exactly what I asked for.

"Smart girl, eh?"

Ew. That was gross. I am never say anything like that again.

"Beautiful, smart, independent," I listed, leaning on the railing in front of me.

I couldn't help but think back to when I first started developing feelings for (Y/n). I like how the compliments seemed to make (Y/n) nervous.

(Y/n) rolled their eyes and went back to the journal they had been writing in.

"I've got no use for moonlight... or sappy poetry," I found myself singing quietly. I am never letting Sam tell me that I am a bad singer ever again. "Love at first sight's for suckers... at least it used to be."

I studied (Y/n)'s face. I smiled to myself. I just want to hold them again.

"The girls are nice, once or twice, 'til I find someone new," I continued. "But I never planned on someone... like you."

Just as the music on stage started, the surroundings started to change. I panicked.

"(Y/n)," I yelled, reaching for them.

They were gone and I was left in a much fancier room. Bright lights and gold and red. I was in a suit. A full suit. I looked over at (Y/n), who was in all black.

Moulin Rouge. (Y/n) loved this movie and carried a copy of it in their bag. Some motels had DVD players, so we could watch it. I never wanted to admit it but I liked sitting with (Y/n), listening to them quietly sing along to it.

Oh, to be able to do that again.

Just open your mouth a go with it, I thought. It was (Y/n). Anything would be better than nothing.

"My gift is my song..."

Belting Elton John. Not my normal style but... nothing about this was.

"And this one's for you," I continued. I took slow steps toward (Y/n).

They grinned softly, raising an eyebrow at me.

"And you can tell everybody this is your song," I slowly grabbed (Y/n)'s hand. They looked down at our hands and smiled. "It may be quite simple but now that it's done... I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words..."

My forehead touched their's.

"How wonderful life is while you're in the world..."

I pulled (Y/n) into my arms and twirled around with them. (Y/n) laughed as they followed my steps.

In our life, we didn't get this very often. The funny dancing and the music and the romantic atmosphere. But this still felt familiar. It felt right.

I spun (Y/n) in a circle before pulling them back in. For a moment, I could've sworn that I saw a sad look in their eye. Like they were as aware of this being fake as I was.

How would Gabriel's vision be aware of that?

"I hope you don't, I hope you don't mind," I hadn't even realized that I was still singing until I noticed the look on their face. "That I put down in words..."

I could've sworn there were tears in (Y/n)'s eyes.

I leaned in a little closer, my lips almost touching their's, "How wonderful life is... while you're in the world."

I pressed my lips to (Y/n)'s lightly. My eyes fell shut as I tried to pull them as close as possible. A few tears fell from my eyes. I didn't think I was ever going to experience this. (Y/n) was there. I was holding them. Kissing them.

I pulled away slowly, hesitant to open my eyes.

When I finally did, I caught sight of my button-up shirt and slacks. (Y/n) was standing in front of me, but their hands now leaning on a stainless steel table.

(Y/n)'s eyes were closed, tears creating lines along their cheeks. I cupped their cheeks, wiping the tears away slowly.

"I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes," I sang quietly. I didn't know this song. At all. (Y/n)'s eyes slowly opened. "They've seen things you never quite say but I hear..."

(Y/n) let out a small chuckle, smiling at me.

"Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you," I nudge their nose with mine. "And I'll stay there as long as you let me."

We stood there together, holding each other as we continued singing.

The room was dark, one light above us. I assumed it was late.

"It's addictive the minute let yourself think," (Y/n) sang quietly. "The things that I say just might matter to someone..."

One thing we both tried to work on... our pattern of self-hatred and self-blame.

"All this time I've been keeping my mind on the running away," they reached up to the side of my face. "But this time... I think I'd consider the stay."

Yes, please, stay. Stay with me. Come back to me.

"Because you matter to me," we both were sobbing at this point. "Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody... you matter to me..."

"I promise you do," (Y/n) looked like they were pleading with me, but I wasn't sure what for. "You, you matter to me. I promise you do, you see?"

"You matter to me," their hands clutched my shirt as I held their face.

(Y/n) faded in front of me.

"No," I yelled, grabbing at the fading vision.

I was suddenly in a hallway.

"I'm tired of this," I yelled at the air. "I'm tired of this game, Gabriel! Just give them back to me! Please!"

"I can't," I heard him but I couldn't see him. "Your lesson doesn't end that way."

"I don't care about a goddamn lesson," I snapped. "I want a second chance. To do what I should've! To save them! Why are you making me go through this crap?"

Gabriel didn't respond.

I stormed down the hallway. I was hoping to reach a staircase. Enough of this game. I wanted to go back and hide in my car again. To hunt until I couldn't think about my pain anymore.

There was only one door in the hallway. Gabriel wasn't going to let me leave.

I sighed, but picked up my hand, knocking lightly. The door disappeared in front of me. (Y/n) was standing on the other side of the threshold. However, I couldn't step through to see them. Something stopped me.

"Stay where you are," (Y/n) was singing as I tried to force my way in. "Don't come too close and don't go too far."

"(Y/n)," I said, hitting the barrier.

"I'll make you count to 100 so I have a good chance to hide, don't expect me to play fair," they grinned at me. They were still crying.

I couldn't do anything more than stand there and watch them. I knew in my stomach that (Y/n) was aware. Not a vision summoned by Gabriel... but the one who asked Gabriel to help.

I didn't care at that point. It just meant I had a shot to get them back.

I pressed my hands to the barrier. Just let me in. Come back. Please,

"If I could just find the right words to say, would you stay right there," I nodded at (Y/n)'s words. "I like you right there..."

I looked behind (Y/n). Something was forming behind her. I furrowed my eyebrows. What the hell?

As the cloud of smoke took on the form of a person, I started hitting the barrier again. No, no, no.

Then, a face. Zachariah. I was going to have to watch (Y/n) die all over again.

"No, no," I yelled. "Please, no! Not again! Please!"

"Stay where you are... safe in a frame... Try to move closer, you'll only get halfway," I continued pushing, but looked (Y/n) in the eyes. Shaking, crying, but not moving or running. Accepting their ending. "Pin down your heart, put out the flame... Don't come any closer, but don't move away!"

I slowly stop fighting. It was pointless.

"Stay," I sang with them again. "Stay..."

My knees gave out as the angel blade went through (Y/n)'s heart again. I fell as they did.

"No," I mumbled.

I don't know how long I sat there, waiting and hoping for (Y/n) to wake up. It felt like an eternity.

"Dean-"

"That's your lesson," I cut Gabriel off, standing up, shoving him into the far wall. "That I couldn't save them anyway!"

"No," Gabriel replied. "Have you wondered why (Y/n) was able to ask me for a favor at all?"

I froze.

I knew. I just didn't want to say it.

"You can't cling to (Y/n), Dean," the archangel explained. "You can remember them. Honor them. But holding them on Earth is selfish. (Y/n) wants you to be able to accept what happened and keep going."

"H-How," I asked. "How am I supposed to keep going?"

"You figure it out. I can't give you a perfect answer because there isn't one."

I stepped back.

Gabriel disappeared and I was on the front steps of an apartment. (Y/n) was standing on the step above me. They leaned down, kissing me softly. A goodbye kiss. Like any couple would share when leaving each other.

I tried to follow (Y/n)'s lips. They stopped me.

"Don't kiss me goodbye again," (Y/n) walked us down the steps as they sang. "Leave this night clean and quiet... You want the last word, you want me to laugh. Believe it for now."

I couldn't help but grin. I followed (Y/n) down the road, enjoying the time I got with them. Slow steps, calm feeling.

"And goodbye until tomorrow... goodbye until the next time you call... and I will be waiting, I will be waiting," (Y/n) didn't seem panicked or hurt... just content. "Goodbye until tomorrow... Goodbye till I recall how to breathe and I have been waiting... I have been waiting for you!"

As (Y/n) moved to the end of their part, we slowed down our steps. They turned to face me.

"I have been waiting... I have been waiting for you," (Y/n)'s voice got softer. "Waiting for you.... waiting for you..."

I sighed, looking down for a moment, "I called Elise to help me pack my bags... I went downtown and closed the bank account..."

I closed my eyes as I continued.

Slowly, I looked up to face them again. I can't avoid this anymore.

"I'm not the only one who's hurting here... I don't know what the hell is left to do... You never saw how far the crack had opened... You never knew I had run out of rope and... I could never rescue you. All you ever wanted. But I could never rescue you, no matter how I tried. All I could do was love you hard... And let you go."

I let out a sob. It hurt but I had to keep going. My hunt wasn't over yet.

"No matter how I tried... All I could do was love you- God, I loved you so... So we could fight, or we could wait, or I could go..."

"Goodbye until tomorrow," (Y/n) joined in, letting me fade off. "Goodbye, until I crawl to your door! And I will be waiting... I will be waiting..."

I cupped the sides of (Y/n)'s face. One last time. I just needed to study (Y/n)'s face one last time.

"Goodbye until tomorrow," (Y/n) continued, though shakier as they started crying too. "Goodbye until I'm done thanking God... for I have been waiting... I have been waiting for you... I have been waiting!"

"Goodbye, (Y/n)," my voice came out in more gasps than anything.

"I will keep waiting... I will keep waiting for you," (Y/n) placed their hand over their heart.

I let myself step backward. I watched (Y/n) the whole time, who grinned at me through all the tears falling.

"Just close the gate...," (Y/n) continued as light slowly surrounded me. "I'll stand and wait... Dean..."

"Goodbye..." we both sang together.

I closed my eyes as the light became too bright for me to look at.

When I opened them again, I was back in the motel parking lot, right where I was when Gabriel showed up.

I knew what I had to do.

Without a second thought, I jumped into the driver's seat of Baby and started driving. I found a spot outside of town. Pretty view and no people. (Y/n) would've loved it.

I reached into the glove department, grabbing the box that held what was supposed to be (Y/n)'s ring.

I grabbed some lighter fluid, a lighter, and a bowl out of the trunk of Baby and walked to the most open spot I could.

I placed the box in the bowl and sprayed in some lighter fluid on top.

I froze with the lighter.

"Thank you," I said. "You made me feel a lifetime of love in a matter of years. I won't forget you, (Y/n), you made me see myself as so much more than a perfect soldier or a hunter. I felt like a human with you. I could experience the parts of life that I wasn't supposed to get. I... I love you so much. I won't force you to stay, but everything I do will be for you."

I heard it. A quiet mumble of "I love you too". Then, I felt a light kiss on my cheek.

I flicked the lighter and dropped it into the bowl.

"Goodbye," I mumbled to the fire. "Wait for me."

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Tyrants | Chapter Four - Peril

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WARNINGS: Mentions of death, drug use, Tig being Tig. The usual SOA shit. Sorry Donna..

She always saw the beauty in darkness. The lugubrious belle that came alongside the moon and stars and whatever else lurked amidst the murk of nighttime.

Isla was cliche in that sense.

She was cliche in the sense that she adored watching the sun set, swallowed by the mountains and high-rise buildings as the evening fell and Charming was painted black.

And maybe it was mostly melancholic because of the horrors that swathed that small town, but it was still beautiful nonetheless.

She still liked to bask in the scenery, to discern the marvel of her home, from the highest point she could access. And, sometimes, she liked to take somebody along with her so she wasn't completely alone.

"Why'd you still come up here?" Ope asked, pulling himself onto the roof as she sat with her back to the wall--puffing on a cigarette.

"Because it's quiet." She was content, comfortable with her response. "And whenever I'm looking for Jax, or Gem, or my dad--or they're looking for me--this is where we're almost always found. Just people watching, or reminiscing, or having a few minutes to ourselves away from the chaos downstairs."

It wasn't an unknown safe space--Gemma had told her that JT and Clay would climb up there during the earliest days of the club--but it was special.

Jax, Opie, and Isla spent time up there as kids, too. Because they were bastards and were always running from their fathers--and den mother--and the roof of the clubhouse was their go-to.

She never really got out of that habit. She'd spend hours up there if she could, just watching as Charming bustled beneath her. And she liked that it was separate to the garage, but everyone knew where to find her if they needed her.

"It clears your head, being up here." She added. "I have got so much shit going on right now--between work, and my personal life--but coming up here is like a refreshment, I guess."

Opie understood what she meant because he was also seeking comfort in the night. Riding through dusk, spending time alone on his bike as he cruised the streets of his quaint town, relishing in the darkness because it was strangely comforting to him.

He liked to be alone. His thoughts were brutal and they seared his brain left and fucking right, but he liked his own company.

"Wish I thought about comin' up here when I was released from holding." The man chuckled, balancing a cigarette between his lips. "Stahl grilled the fuck outta me."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She really fuckin' did." He added, grunting as smoke blew from his nostrils. "Did she get you? I know she got Gemma."

"Nope, she didn't. I don't know why, though. She interrogated everyone else. Starting to feel a little left out."

Opie chuckled, smiling a bit. "Be glad. It's obvious that she's used to getting what she wants."

"And did you give it to her?"

"Fuck no." Isla smiled. Proud. "She can cross-examine me all she fuckin' wants—I'll never sell the club out."

"They know that, Ope."

"I know." Half confidently, he nodded. "Just—Stahl made me second guess it all, y'know?"

Nobody in Charming--aside from the PD--knew where that despicable bitch came from, and nobody cared to ask.

What they did know, though, was that she had her heart set on making that town a living fucking hell as she strived to eradicate the Sons of Anarchy by getting to its members.

She'd grilled everyone she could've. She cornered Gemma when she was out running errands, leaving the grocery store with a sour taste in her mouth when Teller told her where to fucking shove it.

Same went for Jax, and Clay, and Chibs, and Tig, and...Well, all of them told her to get fucked, actually.

None of them caved. None of them wanted to sell the club out because there was no reason to.

Well, there was a reason to, but no desire to.

There'd been murders. Three, to be specific. And one of them just happened to be a police officer--which was quite unlucky, but it wasn't awful.

They hated cops.

What they hated more, however, was the idea of getting caught by them. And Clay was. Somehow, anyway.

Piney's old "friend"--Nate Meineke--needed quality, albeit illegal, guns with no traceability to attack the convoy that was transporting one of his friends from point A to point B. And it went as swimmingly as possible...

Until June Stahl was put on the case and found that idiot's phone at the scene after dropping it mid-ambush.

Clay just happened to be the last person he had called. Which then caused the investigation to point toward Charming.

They all knew the Sons were guilty of supplying those weapons. Who else would it have been? They were known for running illegal firearms without batch numbers from a quaint Californian town whose name didn't quite fit its image.

It was blatant, though nobody gave it up.

But Stahl tried her damndest to get answers. And when she didn't, she targeted the member that she saw to be the most vulnerable--after a hit went wrong and he failed to cover his tracks--and Opie just happened to be that guy.

She questioned him for hours. She practically held the man captive in that little cell until he caved. But he didn't--and he wasn't going to, either.

He was loyal. That's one of the reasons why Jax wanted to patch him back in.

"Yeah, I know." Isla got to her feet when she heard Tig yelling for her downstairs. "But you're the strongest guy I know, Ope. I don't think Stahl, of all people, is gonna get to you."

He shrugged her off, flicking the butt of his cigarette to the gravelly ground of the roof.

Opie had changed. Not much, and it wasn't very apparent, but he'd changed. Chino had changed him, she thought.

He was still dedicated to his club, still in love with the reaper and the responsibility that came with the patch--but Opie Winston lacked that flicker of enthusiasm now.

"How does your dad feel about you being back at the table?"

"Said he's proud of me."

He was a man of very, very few words. But the tone that he took--the sheer relief twined into contentment--spoke a greater volume.

Piney would always support his son, feel a sense of gratification from his involvement in the club. And, of course, Ope felt grateful to be back--but it was different now.

He'd served time for his club. Donna consistently argued that they sold him out and that he was fucking stupid for running back into the arms of SAMCRO.

But it was his brotherhood. The Sons of Anarchy were his family--his lifeline. He was nothing if not blessed to be patched back in.

"And I guess that wife of yours isn't too happy about it?"

"How'd you reach that conclusion?"

"Well," she ignored that Tig was waiting for her, standing directly in front of him. "If she was genuinely thrilled about you being back here, she'd have been coming to Gemma's dinners, and spending more time at the clubhouse with us. But she isn't, and I'm starting to realize that she probably hates me now."

His head shook. "She doesn't hate you. It's just...It's just raw. Weird being back, I think."

"She didn't even have to leave. She knows that."

Donna did know that. But there was always something about Gemma. About the way she let things slide so often, how she felt that she had Clay so pussy whipped that he'd be at her every beck and call--but, really, that was redundant. Because Gemma let him get away with fucking murder.

Literally.

"Is she gonna be there tonight?

"Of course. She wouldn't miss Jax's son coming home." He got up, reaching for her hands. "Sorry that she's been so distant with you, Isla. But she's just been stressed out--money worries and the kids and stuff, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know."

Donna wasn't traditionally a worrier. But five years worth of finances, being a single mom, and fretting over her husband potentially not making it out of prison alive, just did that to a woman.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so." Grateful for her offering, though recognizing how damn stubborn his wife was, he conceded. "Thanks, though."

"Anytime. And if you change your mind, or need me, you know where I am--"

"Isla!"

"He is getting on my last fucking nerve today." She groaned, flipping Tig off as she looked over the ledge. "I'm coming! Give me a minute!"

"I've given you plenty of minutes! Just get your ass down here!"

"Just go," Ope chuckled, leaning down to peck her cheek. "We can have this talk another time."

Isla turned back to him, frowning. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Go 'n talk to him--I'll see you tonight."

He was such a nice guy. So considerate, kind.

She loved him a lot.

The flouncy sundress rose to the middle of her thighs as she sauntered through the clubhouse, hearing Trager talking--rather conspicuously, though slightly muffled--to somebody on his cell.

"C'mon, Tiggy. Why'd you yell at me?"

He waved his hand to shut her up, gesturing for the blonde to follow him out of the clubhouse and toward his bike.

"Yeah, cool. K, brother--see 'ya later. Bye." He hung up and slid the phone into the pocket of his cut, swiveling to face Isla with a smile. "You ready?"

"For what?"

"The party?" Tig told her, watching confusion sweep over her face. "I'm taking you over 'cuz you want a drink and don't wanna drive home after? And that you're probably gonna end up heading home with Juice, or something--"

"Juice?"

"It always happens," he shrugged, pointing at the helmet he set out for her at the back of his bike. "We all head out, you get too drunk, you take a liking to Juicy, and you try to ride his dick."

"What?" Isla got herself situated behind him as he got on first, her arms wound around his waist. "That was one time. I've only slept with him once, and I told you it'd never happen again."

"And why is that?"

Her cheeks flushed red, the engine revving sending vibrations through her entire frame.

"Because he was too gentle." Tig's foot collided with the kickstand.

"And the little Catholic girl likes it rough."

She felt the solid gold crucifix burning a hole into her chest.

"Yes. I like it rough." He groaned, leaning into her. She swatted at his chest over his shoulder, laughing heartily. "Just take me to see the baby, dickhead."

The bike sped out of the lot and Isla was loving the thrill of being on two wheels. She'd always liked being stuck to the back of somebody's Harley--but she'd never own one herself.

Isla was like Gemma. She felt stable enough riding with somebody, but riding alone--being in control of the motorcycle--was fucking terrifying.

Jax and Opie had encouraged her to take a ride at one point, but it didn't end very well, and Chibs spent the best part of two hours trying to stitch his daughter back up whilst Gemma castigated the two imbeciles who thought it was even reminiscent of a good idea.

Weaving through traffic gracefully, freely, was appealing to her, however. But she wouldn't be caught dead--alone--on a fucking bike.

Plus, she quite enjoyed being taken places. Escorted by a member of the club. It was safe.

The wind whirred and whipped around them, and she wished she didn't make the effort with her hair tonight. It was ruined, tousled to within an inch of its life, and she dreaded the thought of having to brush the knots out in Jax's bathroom.

Still, commuting via Harley was a hell of a lot quicker and had a few more benefits than commuting via car.

But the looks that they got were piercing. Horrible. Mainly from Hale stationed beside his squad car, watching as Isla and Tig raced down the freeway.

"He likes you." He spoke over the roaring engine when he hit the first stop light all night. "He hates that you've never given him a chance--"

"He's a cop, and I'm the outlaw's daughter. I've been raised to hate his kind."

Tig nodded his approval, setting off once again when the light switched to green and all opposing traffic stood still.

At one strange point in time, David Hale had his sights set on Isla Telford. He was in love with her. Completely besotted.

And she never gave him a second glance because, for one, she wasn't interested. He hated that she was so close to Jax and Opie, but not him, and he wished that she'd push herself away from the bad guys to grow closer to the heroic law-enforcer.

But he was a control freak above everything else, and Isla was just a free-spirit. She was loyal to her friends and family but she didn't want to get tied down, and she didn't want to become friendly with a fucking cop.

The only cop she liked was crooked. And Unser was in a similar spot to her--a little too affiliated with SAMCRO, but not completely doted on. Though, they were both strangely essential fixtures, and Clay would've been lost without them.

"Juice is here." Tig taunted as he helped her off the bike, holding her hand when she stumbled over herself a little. "Try to keep those panties on."

"Can't make any promises, Tiger." Her growl was seductive, though he knew that she was fucking with him.

She'd given up rebuking his claims, instead feeding into them because, with Trager, she couldn't seem to win. He was sleazy, and she loved that back and forth.

What she loved more, though, was that he was comfortable. He was a strange man, and nobody really understood just where he came from, but Isla liked that she could make jokes of any kind around him. He was easy to get along with. Easy to love.

And, man, did she love Alex Trager.

"If you do fuck him, though, would you make a video?"

Isla stepped into Jax's front room, turning on her heels. "Who said that we haven't already got one?"

She chuckled and wandered into the party, leaving Tig with a few convoluted thoughts and even more raunchy questions.

"Fuck. Gemma taught her well." He grumbled under his breath, reaching for the beer in Half-Sack's hand.

He slumped on the couch, motioning for his usual lay to sit in his lap as he watched Juice fawn over his little blonde friend making conversation with some other random woman already.

"Yeah, totally..." she agreed with whatever the girl was saying, but her eyes were glued on Tara. Just floating around the party.

She felt bad that the doctor was alone. Despite all that she thought of her, being out of ones depth in such an intimidating setting wasn't very nice. And Isla was an empath.

"D'ya think anyone 'round here has any nail glue?"

"Gemma might." She smiled, pointing toward the kitchen.

Grateful that she managed to shake that one off, Isla weaved through the small conclave and sat beside Tara, offering a friendly face during a time of such discomfiture.

Her heart was aching, the sheer nervousness was palpable, and she knew that Tara felt the same way too.

But Isla just sucked it up. Because she wanted to talk to her, and had to be the one to initiate it.

"Thanks for coming." Her smile was wide, genuine.

She offered a beer to the brunette, hoping that she'd take it.

"Thanks for asking me here." Tara accepted it, glad that Isla remembered she wasn't particularly a wine girl like herself.

Christ. This is awkward.

"Trust me, you were the first person I asked to come tonight."

"How so?"

"Well," a little bit more comfortably, she faced her completely, "you've literally nursed Abel back to health. You've been there every step of the way. You've been the best surgeon. And, as much as I hate to say it, you helped Wendy so much, Tara. I'm really thankful for all that you've done for this family."

"It's my job." She tried to brush the comments off, but her heart definitely fluttered at the praise.

Isla never changed. She was still the sweetest soul, she thought.

"I know, but you've had it rough with this lot--with Gemma, I mean."

"She isn't anything I can't handle." Confidently, she asserted.

"I know, and I'm glad that you're able to stand your ground." Reluctant, a hand landed against Tara's palm.

She jolted a little bit, but softened into the embrace.

It was comfy, warm. Prosperous, perhaps, because it meant something. Tara not jerking away and leaving once Isla offered a friendly embrace, was promising.

They spoke about the baby for a little while, and shared a few laughs at Tig's expense. It was strange, really. To be talking to her ex-best friend was strange, but she'd missed it.

Donna joined the mix, too, and it was starting to feel like old times. Isla recognized that they'd never slip back into that routine, the dedication to one another that they'd known when they were kids--but it was nice.

The conversation stuttered and it wasn't able to flow as freely as what she might've liked, but it was a start.

To know that she had something resembling an acquaintanceship with two women she admired, was nice.

And Jax introducing his baby to his brand new home, to his extended family that were already so fucking dedicated to him, was just the most wonderful thing ever.

"What about a beer?" Clay joked, holding the bottle close to Abel. Jax laughed, though he shook his hand away. "What? Grandpa can't give him his first beer?"

"No, he can't."

"I'll take it, though. If you're offerin'." Chibs grabbed the Budweiser and twisted the cap with the leather grip of his glove.

He gestured to Isla, tipping it toward her. "Want some?"

"No, you're alright." She went back to her wine, smiling at that little bundle of happiness in Jax's arms, wondering how the hell he'd gotten to be in this position now.

But it was because of Tara. Her commitment, her talent, and sheer want to help that angel through the roughest patch that a baby could have possibly been thrust into.

How Gemma could still loathe that girl--after everything she did--was beyond her completely.

Tara was the unlikeliest hero in Abel's story.

"Why is it that every time I see you, your highlights get more chunky?" Gemma smiled at the comment, turning to see her favorite girl, flaunting the most beautiful smile.

She handed Isla the bottle of whatever wine Chibs could get this evening, unable to quit beaming at the thought of her grandson finally being at home. Where he belonged.

"I told you I'd do them for you, Gem."

"I know," she nodded, playing with a few strands of hair, "I was gonna ask you, but you've been a little distant this week--didn't wanna add to your workload, baby."

"That's super considerate of you. Are you alright?" Isla teased, holding a hand to Gemma's forehead.

She slapped it away with a laugh. "Fuck you. I'm always considerate."

"Sure you are. That's why Wendy is here, right?"

"No," her head shook, "she's here 'cuz this is her house. If I had it my way, she'd be out on her ass faster than what you could even say 'crank whore.'"

Isla wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, tipping her head toward the blonde in the living room.

"I thought you made sure she was gonna be here tonight?" Confused, she quizzed.

She was under the impression that Wendy was starting to grow on her. After she'd tried to kill her, of course.

"I did," Gem confirmed. "But only because I knew it'd be awkward between her and Tara."

Amazed, or maybe fucking horrified, Isla simply glared at her.

It should've been obvious to her--plain as day--that Gemma Teller doing a good thing was simply a bullshit facade, built in order to take away from the fact she wanted to do an inherently bad thing.

But Isla liked to see the good in people, so it wasn't. And that really was one of her mot fatal flaws.

"She thanked me for letting her stay, too."

"And what'd you say to her?" Almost as if she didn't want to know the answer, she asked.

Black nails danced along the rim of her wine glass as she leaned against the counter, watching everybody enjoy themselves as they bitched and moaned.

"That she's lucky to be alive."

"Jesus, Gem," her head shook disparagingly, disappointed perhaps.

But being surprised that the woman made a threatening comment toward Wendy, was just as stupid as being surprised at Tig for fucking another hooker during his free time.

"You've gotta keep her close, ma. She's the mother of your grandson, the woman your son did love at one point."

Ma. The word rolled off her tongue unintentionally most of the time, but she didn't hate it.

Gemma was the mother figure in her life--hell, she was the mother figure in a few of the Sons' lives--and it didn't feel weird using that around her. It was affectionate. She adored it.

"Jax never loved her," matter of fact, she retorted. "They got drunk together. They smoked dope together. They didn't love one another--"

"They got married." Isla reminded her. "They have a kid together. They have a lot of history."

"Just because they have history, doesn't mean they love one another. You've got history with him."

Her chuckle was throaty, almost a full-on splutter. "We have not got that same history--we're friends, Gem, you know that's different."

She supposed the blonde was right.

There was hell of a contrast between friends for life and friends with benefits--and Gemma knew that. She just didn't like that Jax gravitated toward Wendy when he'd always had Isla right there in front of him.

Though, she was more than aware that the pair didn't look at each other that way--she still lauded the thought of the two together.

"I still hate her."

"I know," Isla laughed at Gemma's irritability, sipping on her wine, enjoying the sight of everybody having a damn good time.

"She's checking into rehab, too."

"Really? Where?"

"Some place in Oakland, I think." Gemma added, smiling at Clay when he wandered over to the pair. "But you didn't hear that from me."

"You think she's gonna stick to it?"

"Couldn't tell 'ya." He answered for his wife, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Isla's cheek. "She's determined though, I'll give her that."

"Yeah?" His nod was optimistic--strange for Clay Morrow. "Well, I'm glad she's working on herself, anyway. She's got potential."

"You hate her."

"I know." She didn't refute the assertion. "But I'm still happy for her."

At least somebody is.

She wasn't lying. Wendy was a good girl, a woman tortured for no good reason. And she felt for her, she really did.

It'd been a shock, finding out that she was pregnant. But it wasn't like they weren't expecting it--what with the rate she and Jax were going at it.

From the start, Isla and Gemma were worried. She was notorious for her crank habit and the girls thought she was going to kill herself before she had the chance to see her son into the world.

And that almost happened, didn't it?

The doctors at St. Thomas were fucking miracle workers--Isla was on pins and needles waiting for a call to say that Wendy and Abel were okay.

But she tried not to dwell on that, now. They were both as healthy and Abel was as happy as he could've been, so Isla was content. She wasn't pleased, but she was comfortable with the way that things were going.

Tara, however.

"No!" She yelled, backing out of the nursery. "No, fuck you, Jax."

Juice stumbled backward when she nudged him out of the way, pulling her purse from the kitchen counter.

Isla and Gemma couldn't not stare.

"Tara, c'mon!" Jax called after her, but it was too late.

The front door had been slammed shut and the party came to a complete standstill. A thickening tension was shrouding the group, and things were only just starting to simmer.

"What was that all about?" The blonde asked Juice, leaning against the island.

She didn't want to prove Tig to be right but, after a few glasses of wine, Juan Carlos Ortiz was starting to pique her interests.

He swallowed thickly, watching Clay leave the room. "He said something about Wendy--wanting to keep whatever it is that he and Tara have going on the down low so it doesn't set her off, or something."

Makes sense.

"He has a point. She's doing really well lately." He continued. "Jax would hate to stunt her progress by shoving his relationship with Tara in her face."

Isla was rattled.

Jax hadn't talked to her in days, and she wasn't aware that so much had changed. She wasn't aware that he had established a relationship with Tara Knowles.

Again.

You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another.

She was too irritated to reside in that same room as Gemma, now. Knowing the conversation she'd initiate the second that Juice left was too fucking much. So she left first, instead.

The living room was almost empty. Just Clay, Bobby, Tig, and Chibs sat around the couches as Donna, the kids, and Ope were preparing to set off.

Everything was annoying her, now. She hadn't made the effort with Donna all night, but she was pissed that she hadn't started to say goodbye to her yet.

Isla was so fucking irritated that she didn't even want to talk to Tig, or her father. So she didn't.

"Where're you going, petal?" Chibs asked, hindering her plan to keep her mouth shut for the rest of the night. He knew that she'd crack a smile at the nickname.

"I was just wandering. Not really sure what to do with myself."

"Come sit down," he gestured to the space between himself and Tig, and wound an arm around her when she met the leather. "I've missed 'ya."

"Tonight? Or just in general."

"In general. It's been a few days, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." Her head rested against his Sgt. At Arms patch, and she sighed. "Work has been so fucking busy and I feel like I haven't gotten a moment to myself this week."

Isla only worked a part-time gig at some shitty salon just on the outskirts of Charming--edging into Stockton--but she hated her job.

She hated driving into the city every morning and evening, wasting a fuck ton of her paycheck on gas when, really, there was no point.

She hated her cunt boss.

Hated her cunt clients.

She hated that nobody really spoke to her because of who her father was. And when they did speak to her, it was almost like they were scared. Of Isla.

Gemma had always promised her that there was a space at the auto shop for her had she needed it, but she couldn't think of anything worse than having to answer to Gemma and Clay every single day.

Well, more than what she already was, anyway.

"Who'd 'a thought that being a hairdresser was so demanding?"

"Me, apparently." She joked, watching Tig get up and leave the room.

It'd turned somber. A little too bleak for her liking, but she guessed that everyone felt a bit awkward after Tara stamped out and Jax sat on his porch. Alone. With a bottle of whiskey.

She hated the hold that woman had over him sometimes. The way he was so fucking devoted to Tara Knowles that she could literally slap him, scream in his face, and ruin his son's homecoming party--and he would still pine for her.

She'd never understand that.

And she didn't understand how such a lively bunch of individuals had mellowed out over the course of two hours, either.

The party had disappeared. Dissipated into nothing and the atmosphere she once lauded was completely dead in the water.

It was fucking grim, and she couldn't wait to head home.

"Can I come with you tonight?"

"Why'd you even ask? Y'know you're welcome to come home with your old man whenever you want." Chibs told her a little bit stern, though it was essentially full of love.

She just smiled up at him, a bit buzzed. But she was having a good-ish time and who was he to chastise her for drinking a little too much tonight?

"Wanna head off now?"

"Yeah--lemme just say 'bye' to Gemma."

"Alright, I'll be out front. Don't forget your purse." He reminded, knowing she was too ditsy for her own good.

Chibs helped her to her feet, letting go of her hand only to part ways for a few moments.

Her mood was perking up, now. The prospect of being able to spend a few hours with her dad after a long fucking day, was just the best.

And she'd really missed him. Missed the time they once had an abundance of. Missed the evenings that they'd spend talking, drinking, watching movies, doing the generic father daughter activities.

They hadn't had that for a while, and it was truly a blessing that it was within reach tonight.

Well. It was within reach for all of five minutes.

"Oh my God--" Gemma's cell slipped from between black nails and bounced across the table. Saturated hues were locked on Isla, and her head shook.

"What?"

"There's--there's been an accident." She managed to muster out. "Or, maybe a drive-by, I don't know, but Donna--"

"Donna?" Piney's attention was snatched at the mention of his daughter-in-law. He stood up. "What about her?"

Isla knew the answer. She knew what Gemma was going to say because it was just the usual now, wasn't it?

Being affiliated with SAMCRO just did that to somebody. Man, woman, child. They didn't fucking care.

"She's--Piney, she's dead."

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Defending Harmione part 3!

I'm back to defend my fav ship!

I have a part 1 where I debunked some of the most popular arguments against Harmione and in part 2 I debunked the "siblings" argument. Time for part 3! This one is going to be about a video on YouTube titled "Why Harry and Hermione Wouldn't Work - Harry Potter Video Essay" and I'll go over the points the YouTuber made and try my best to debunk them. 💘

Also, I accept that there's still a few minor flaws to the ship, but these little flaws and obstacles make every ship beautiful. 🥀

1. "It would be too cliche. The hero gets the smartest and prettiest girl as a trophy."

This is a fair argument to the whole story itself, but it doesn't defeat the ship in any way. If you put it in other words: "Harry and Hermione wouldn't work together because they're both very powerful and great and that would make it very cliche." That's silly. But even that isn't right. The situation isn't exactly how people make it seem.

Hermione isn't the all-perfect girl, the most beautiful, the most intelligent, everything perfect. She has flaws, many flaws (which weren't portrayed in the movies) and she is a very realistic character. She is intelligent and productive, she is a perfectionist in a way, but that also causes her to be very anxious and stressed out at moments, she puts too much pressure on herself, and she's also insecure! Who said Hermione was the most beautiful one? Just because Emma Watson was gorgeous doesn't mean Hermione was too. Of course, Harry thought she was pretty according to OotP, but it's clearly stated in the books that she wasn't the prettiest girl in the series. Fleur, Cho and even Ginny were much more beautiful. Hermione is NOT the perfect superstar.

You might say that even if she's not perfect, she's still the female lead. But the actual "cliche" part is about the hero ending up with the perfect superstar and not necessarily with the other lead hero.

So back to Hermione being the brightest witch of her age. But her being very bright and powerful doesn't make her a bad match for Harry. Ginny was very smart in fact, she was beautiful and funny, very sassy and confident. Why isn't she considered as a trophy for Harry?

The point is, NO, Hermione is NOT a perfect all-star and their relationship wouldn't even have to be built on the hero and the heroine being perfect, their relationship would be built on trust and loyalty.

2. "Harry and Hermione's relationship prove that a male and a female can be friends without having a romantic relationship, so we shouldn't ruin that."

Yes, it's truly a beautiful demonstration that a male and a female can be best friends, but this says nothing that's actually against the ship, just like the previous one. If you put this in other words, it would sound like this: "Harry and Hermione were amazing best friends so they can't date." I understand that their friendship was amazing, but that in no way means their relationship would be bad. Of course, you don't have to see their relationship as romantic just because they were good friends, you can see it as platonic, but I'm just saying that the argument makes no sense.

Besides, was Hermione really the only female friend Harry had? What about Luna? What about Ginny (if you consider Harry and Hermione start dating and Ginny remains a friend, she was clearly very included after OoTP)? What about Ron's friendship with Hermione? What about Ron and Luna's friendship? What about Neville and Luna's friendship? What about Harry's quidditch teammates (Alicia, Katie, Angelina)? Why does everyone always make it seem like Hermione was the only female friend he had? Surely she was his only BEST friend but then Ron and Hermione were best friends too...

3. "It ruins the dynamic of the story. Harry's relationships were never meant to be the main focus, just a demonstration of his maturity. While Ron and Hermione's relationship developing in the background is nice to see."

I really didn't want to drag Romione into this because it's my second favorite ship from the entire Harry Potter universe. Just a disclaimer that anything I say here is not meant to bash Romione and hate on it because I'm truly a big fan of them and their love is undeniable.

I also mention Ginny and Harry's relationship in this and I have to say they're ALSO one of my favorite ships in the entire hp universe so no hate to them either. 🥺

Okay, so, basically every point he made in his video was about the story and not their actual relationship. The title is wrong, this doesn't show why Harry and Hermione wouldn't work, he's just saying how it would change the storyline. But I think we are all already aware that Harry and Hermione getting together would change a lot in the story. But I'll go over it anyways.

First of all, I don't entirely agree that Harry's relationships weren't the main focus, I mean half of the half-blood prince was about him developing feelings for Ginny-

But anyways, if Harry and Hermione were going to end up together, it would still happen in a similar way. We have all read the beautiful moments they shared together throughout the books, and those would've been enough for them to develop their feelings, but just not realize it until the last 2 books. We wouldn't have to add in any scenes that would change the story massively to lead them to falling in love, honestly, we had enough already in the books. So the only thing that would change would be probably Harry not developing feelings for Ginny, but instead slowly realizing his feelings for Hermione. Simple!

And as for Romione, I agree, the slowburn was beautiful, but we could've had the same thing, same development but as a friendship! Ron's character arc is one of my favorite things about the series and nobody can convince me that it wasn't amazing. Instead of Ron changing for Hermione to become her lover, we could have Ron changing for her to become a better friend. His character arc remains the same and Ron Hermione become best friends. Of course this would change many scenes and the storyline would've changed a lot as I already mentioned, but hey! At least we wouldn't have Ron haters who bash him for mAkInG hErMiOnE cRy. 🤡 And JKR could add different scenes instead of the ones hinting at Ron and Hermione's romantic relationship. We still would have had a beautiful story with a VERY SIMILAR dynamic.

4. "Harry wasn't the kind of guy Hermione was looking for. She already made a mistake with dating Viktor Krum, and she realized she didn't need a hero. She was a hero herself. Although Harry ≠ Viktor, they have very similar qualities like: bravery, loyalty and they are both heroes."

This is probably the best argument of the entire *almost* 5 minute video.

But there's still so much wrong with this.

Bravery and loyalty are literally Ron's best traits lmao. That's exactly why she chose him. 🤣 Every Romione shipper knows she doesn't value intelligence and looks, she values bravery, courage, loyalty. That's exactly what she said in the first book and stuck by it until the end.

She didn't need a hero? She was a hero herself? - Then why are we forgetting that Ron was also a hero? Everyone always makes it seem like Harry and Hermione are the mighty heroes and Ron is their goofy sidekick. He was also a hero! I believe he is even on the chocolate frog cards (correct me if I'm wrong)! And we all know that's the biggest flex. 😌

But besides that, Ron and Harry are very similar in many ways. They're both brave, they're both loyal, they both like to have fun, they're both lazy, they're both amazing at quidditch, they're both talented (Harry is very powerful and he's good at DADA, while Ron can do many impressive things like mimic voices and come up with quick solutions even when he's under pressure and his life depends on it!). So if Hermione liked one and thought he was her "type", then there's a hight possibility she liked the other too. In canon, she only likes Ron obviously, but I'm saying that since Ron and Harry are so similar and share the same traits, Hermione could've chosen Harry too.

Anyways, that's all that the video included, it was very nice hearing different opinions and I actually wasn't writing this out of anger like I wrote the post about defending Romione against *the ridiculously stupid* arguments that Dr*mione shippers like to use.

Once again, if it isn't clear, I STAN both Romione and Hinny, but Harmione definitely could've worked. :)

Thanks for reading! ~ Lia <3

Art: Asha47110 on DeviantArt :)

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You Don’t Understand ~ Five Hargreeves

Requested by @multi-fandoms-stuff : Heyyy could I request a five imagine where he is like super overprotective of his s/o??

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Warnings: sorta mentions suicide but not directly, unrequited love, ANGST MAJOR BIG TIME

Word Count: 3775 (10.1 pages)

A/N: So this literally was requested to me in like May, I know I’m the worst. Also, I sort of wrote this a bit differently to the request, but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out and I hope you like it too! 

Told in Five’s POV.

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Y/N was number eight of the infamous 8 Hargreeves siblings born on that fateful day. Her birth mother was young, just graduated high school, and wasn't ready for a child. She was too scared to tell her parents of the events that had taken place the day the mystery child was born and decided to do what she thought was best at the time: leave her on the side of the street alone to probably freeze or starve to death. But thankfully, Reginald Hargreeves, a well-known scientist and self-made billionaire picked you up before you got your undesired fate and you became part of the world-renowned group of kid supers: The Umbrella Academy.

Of course, she should be thankful for where she was today. That she's lucky enough to still be living and breathing the not-so-fresh air of downtown Toronto, but you couldn't blame her for not doing so, not when she's always in a position like this.

Y/N sat hunched over the bench of the training room and had a strong feeling that if she moved at all your lunch would escape your stomach. She always hated training, preferring to sit in the rather large living room and reading a nice, long book. But with someone like our father always breathing down her neck, that's not gonna happen for some time. 

Out of all of our brothers and sisters, Y/N was considered to be the strongest Hargreeve child, being able to summon fire at the simple thought of it. She was able to control and properly use her powers at a young age, which was critical considering there isn't a lot of mistakes she could've made before someone goes six feet under.

Although being the most powerful was considered a gift, she always thought of it as a curse. All the pressure to be the greatest was always put on her.

"You ready for the next round, princess?" I asked from behind her, having not even broken a sweat in the past hour and a half.

"Oh fuck off, prick," she said back, not being able to stop the smile breaking through her frown as she shook her head at me, leaning her head against the cool wall, her beautiful y/h/c hair sliding along the brick with her.

Who am I you might ask? Well Five Hargreeves of course, the fifth Hargreeves sibling, if you haven't guessed already. See, technically, I wasn't in any way Y/N's "brother", but in all ways, she was my best friend. We were almost exact opposites, but also the same person at the same time. I would go as far as to say we're soulmates, only brought to this absolute hellhole we call home just for our fate of meeting each other. 

Now that I think of it, all of these factors might be contributing to some growing feelings for the girl, add for the bonus that she's truly the most beautiful girl I think I've ever laid eyes on, but like hell I was going to tell anybody, let alone her.

"Hey, seriously Y/N/N, you alright there?" I said as I make my way over to where she was and kneeled beside her on the bench. Ever since we were young, I always felt like I had to protect her. I know she doesn't need it, she's the strongest person I know,- physically and emotionally- but I just wanted her to be safe. 

"Hello? C'mon, Y/N you're seriously starting to scare me now," I say as I take a seat beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. She tilted her head slightly to look over at me, squinting against the harsh light of the room and trying to offer a smile, but it turned out more like a grimace. I gave her a pitiful smile and put my arm under her arms and lifted her up, leaning her body against mine. 

I could tell she felt disgusting, her stomach doing somersaults inside of her and she tapped my shoulder, silently asking me to let her down. I did so carefully, placing her gently on the ground where she practically collapsed to the floor, groaning. I kneeled beside her again, my heartbeat rising in worry as I brushed the wet hair stuck to her forehead away from her pretty face. I wore a worried expression on my face, looking over her very pale looking one, analyzing every detail I could soak in. I have never seen her this sick before, and I can't help but let my mind wander to what the worst scenario could be.

"Five?" she whispered, feeling her throat constrict around her words. She looked up at me as I bit my lip in worry, looking over her face, connecting her constellation of freckles. I sigh when I hear her voice, smiling down at the girl.

"Yeah? What's up, Y/N/N," I say softly, using the nickname for her from our childhood. I see the mention of it makes her smile. Something in me hoped this would be the moment where she would finally admit her mutual feelings for me, finally tell me that she loved me just as much as I did her. Something cliche and romantic like in that stupid movie The Titanic she made me watch with her just the other week.

Suddenly I feel my body tumble to the ground, and just as I was about to jump up again, my wrists were pinned to the ground. I look up right above me and grin, seeing Y/N hovering over me, her hands burning my wrists slightly while holding them to the ground.

"Damn, Five," she jokes as she lets go of my hands, still sitting on top of me, not that I mind to be completely honest. "You're a great fighter, but so easy to distract." She blows off her hands, which began to tint red. I rubbed my wrists where she had been holding me down and smirked at her. 

"Can't blame me, darling," I say as I sit up, her still not moving from her straddling position on top of me. "With a face like yours, anyone could get distracted." She rolls her eyes, not thinking twice about my comment. She's used to hearing them from me, sometimes I wish she knew I truly meant them. 

"Oh really?" She smiles back at me, putting her hands around my neck and looks at me right in the eye. It's moments like this where I question our friendship, maybe it could mean more to her. I look up at her in adoration, not that she catches it, of course. She never seems to realize. She looks at me a different way now, with an emotion I can't currently place, and tilts her head. "Can I ask you a question, Five?" She says quietly, almost a whisper.

"Of course, anything." My head is racing as I answer her. Could this be it? I mean the situation seems fitting, considering your position, literally. She hesitates before she answers, picking out her words carefully.

"Can I have a glass of water? I'm absolutely parched," she gasped out, teasing smile ghosting her features. I looked at her with bewildered eyes, trying to find my words. Water? Seriously?

"Water? Seriously?" I blurt out without thinking. My eyes go wide as I shut my mouth just as fast as I opened it. Now it was her turn to look at me crazy. She let out a dry laugh (literally because her throat was becoming the Sahara desert). 

"Well, yeah. That workout beat the shit outta me and now I'm thirsty," she groaned as she lifted herself up to support her body on her elbows, me quickly placing a hand on her back to help. I shake my head at myself for actually thinking that was going to happen. As much as I hated to admit it, Y/N would never feel that way for me, I know she could only love me as a brother. After shaking myself out of my thoughts I nodded, a small 'yeah sure' leaving my lips as I quickly got up and proceeded over to the kitchen for that glass of water.

As I grabbed the glass from the top shelf and turned on the tap, I realized for the first time that I was in deep shit, and it was too late to try and dig myself out of it.

And that was the first time I realized I was in love with Y/N Hargreeves.

~~~

It had been a couple of months since the training room incident, and somehow I've managed to keep my mouth shut on the discovery. As much as I tried to avoid contact with Y/N at first, I knew it was wrong, selfish. Well, I didn't realize at first until Klaus came running into my bedroom, screaming at me because I made Y/N cry. Just the thought of tears in her y/e/c eyes made me go even crazier, and to know I had been the cause of them was the end of that. 

So things went back to the way they were before, mostly. As normal as you could get after realizing you're in love with someone and have to keep that in the back of your mind and pretend to be just a friend if you know what I mean. If you do know what I mean I feel terribly sorry for you, because it hasn't even been more than a few weeks and I feel like I'm dying. 

I push the staircase door open to enter the dingy lobby of the low-grade apartment building Y/N and I are staked out on. I walk across the ugly patterned carpet, avoiding eye contact with the staff at the front desk and walk over to the vending machine.

As I look through the choices, I realize I have never heard of any of these brands and should probably not eat whatever is in the rusting machine, but nonetheless grab a couple of bags of chips in Y/N's favourite flavour, even though they're not really my cup of tea. Then I begin my trek back up the fifteen-story building, since using the elevator isn't quite an option, due to it being "worked on", mentally preparing myself to greet Y/N again.

I finally get to the roof of the building, panting slightly as I push open the heavy metal door. "Hey Y/N I-" I begin to talk until I see what's in front of me. My eyes blow wide as I drop the bags of chips and run over to Y/N, who was standing at the edge of the building, arms spread out and eyes closed, her hair blowing wildly in the wind. She was obviously startled by my little outburst and starts to lose balance but I grab her waist and tackle her to the loose rock ground of the roof.

"What the fuck, Five?!" She screams, hands up and eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks going red. I sigh in relief and roll off of her and onto my back beside her, my hand over my chest. She opens her eyes and looks over at me, an angry expression taking over her face and specks of red appearing in her eyes. She was pissed. "Well? I asked you a fucking question!"

"You're asking me?" I said back, equally as angry. "Y/N what the hell were you doing up there? What if something happened?" I said as I push myself up to a sitting position, her doing the same as her hands get hot. 

"Nothing was going to happen to me, Five! Not until you scared the shit out of me and I almost fell off the building!" She replies, her breathing getting heavy.  I roll my eyes and laugh sarcastically.

"You think I'm the one who scared the shit out of you? Y/N what was I supposed to think when I see you standing on the edge of a 15 story high building like that?" I say, my hands flying around in absurd gestures as I try to show her my point, but she obviously wasn't getting it.

"It wasn't like that and you know it!" Y/N screamed back. At this point, her eyes had a bright red glow, something that happened when her powers were being triggered. I knew if I even tried to touch her hands I'd get a third-degree burn. "Jesus, Five, I don't need you breathing down my neck like that all the time, I already got dad for that!"

"Well, I'm sorry that I was worried about you!" My voice reached its peak intensity. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay! Because I lo-" I stop myself, breathing deeply as I look up at her. I catch my breath before I continue. "Because I care about you, Y/N. Is that such a fucking crime." I say, much quieter this time. She looks on at me, mouth opened slightly but still disappointed. She averts her gaze and shakes her head, looking at her worn-down shoes.

"The two of you just messed up this mission with your childish bickering!" our father's voice rings through the silent breeze. Y/N sighs, shuffling over to where the tiny radio laid in a pile of pebbles. "you two will be greatly punished! This couldn've been one of the biggest-" his voice stops abruptly as she ticked the switch on the side to off, and put it in her pocket as she made her way towards the stair door, but stops as she walks in front of me, not facing me.

"I appreciate the effort Five, but I don't need a saviour," she said in a voice so low even the wind overpowered it. "And now you've cost us the mission. Good fucking job, superman." And I watched as she rushes away from me, the door slamming behind her as I try to find something, anything in me to move, to follow her and apologize, admit that she was right. 

And that was the second time I realized I loved her, as she walked away, sniffling and trying to keep her tears at bay. I knew at that moment I would do anything if it meant I'd never make her feel like that again.

~~~

The failed New York case had been just a week ago, and Y/N took every chance she could to escape me. I don't blame her, what I did was wrong, and she was right. It was oddly quiet without her. I would spend most of my time just sitting in my bedroom, reading a book, waiting for her to burst in and throw it across the room as she pulls me out to explore with her. Every time I would groan and protest when she did that, hoping I could finally have some reading time alone in the peace and quiet, but as I found myself in that position I prayed to be in so many times, I wished for her to come back. Be careful what you wish for, I guess.

It was dinner time and everyone ate silently, the only sound in the room being the clinking of utensils on plates and Herr Carlson talking about mountain climbing techniques. Y/N sat across from me, her eyes trained down onto her steak dinner mom prepared. She pushed her beans around the plate. She hates beans, they make her feel sick. I stare at her, not being able to take my eyes away from her, praying she would look up. I know she could tell I was looking at her.

I watched as everyone did their own thing at the table. Ben was reading, Diego was carving something into his chair, Klaus was rolling another blunt, Allison and Luther were making disgusting goo-goo eyes at each other, and Vanya was the only one who was really eating. I look down the table at my father, his perfectly groomed mustache twitching as he chewed on his steak.

Before I could control myself I stabbed my knife into the table, causing a loud bang to ring through the dining room. "I have a question," my question comes out coldly. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, but I kept mine on my father, who was still looking down at his plate.

"Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rule, Number 5. No talking at the dinner table. You are interrupting Herr Carlson!" My father finally looks up at me. I glare at him as I harshly push my food away from me.

"I want to time travel," I speak out.

"Five," I hear Y/N whisper out, warning me. I can't help but glance over at her; she looks worried.

"But I'm ready!" I argue. She sighs, shaking her head and bringing her attention back to her meal. I turn my gaze back to Reginald. "I've been practising my spatial jumps, just like you've told me." As I finish my sentence I stand up and a blue light takes over me, teleporting me to beside him. "See?"

"A spatial jump is trivial when compared to the unknowns of time travel." He countered back. I rolled my eyes, I'm so tired of this shit every time. "One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing waters and reappearing as an acorn." I look at him like he's a crazy old man, which per se he is.

"Well, I don't get it," I say in a quieter voice, but my attitude the same. he glances up at me and reaches for his glass, taking a sip of the undoubtedly expensive red wine.  

"Hence the reason why you're not ready." He says as if it's the end of the discussion. I avert my gaze, my eyes distinctively looking right towards Y/N, who was already looking at me. She shook her head lightly, mouthing 'please'. She was silently telling me to give it up, it's not worth it. If it were any other day I might have listened to her. I know I should have.

"I'm not afraid," I say still looking at her. I can't read her expression, but I could tell she was getting anxious by the way her eyebrows were scrunching together and how she brought her bottom lip between her teeth, biting hard.

"Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even your mind, are far too unpredictable." Reginald says, making me tear my eyes away from hers as he slams his own cutlery on the table. "Now I forbid you to talk of this subject any further." I sigh, looking around the room once more. Y/N's eyes were still looking right through me. I ignore her as I run out of the room, hearing my father calling for me from the table.

I push the doors of the academy open and walk down the street. It was a nice fall evening, just a little chilly. I think of a time period in the future, how about mid-July a year from now? Just as I was about to push forward I heard something.

"Five!" I could recognize the voice in my sleep. I turn around and see Y/N running after me. I stop so she could catch up, she was already panting by the time she came up in front of me. Her breaths were heavy as she analyzed me. "Please don't do this. Just come home."

Hearing her speak like this after her being so rude to me made anger bubble in my chest. "Oh, so now you want to talk to me? After ignoring the whole week?" I spurt out without thinking. I watch as her expression changed from worried to frustrated. 

"Listen, Five, I was angry and I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, okay? But I think I at least deserve an apology too." She says back. I let out a cold laugh, shaking my head as I look back at her.

"So now I'm apologizing for saving your life? Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me. I should've let you fall off the fucking building." I say. I don't know why I say it, and I know I shouldn't, it wasn't true. I was just so piped up.

"You don't mean that, Five," she says quietly, trying to hold back the tears surfacing in her bright Y/E/C eyes. I lick my lips as I looked down, choosing not to respond. She continues. "I know you didn't mean any harm; I overreacted. I understand."

"No, you don't," I say quietly. I felt speechless, but at the same time, I was saying everything at once. I look back up at her and she looked confused. "You don't understand what it's like for me. You don't understand what it would be like for me if something ever happened to you, knowing it was my fault. You don't understand how protective I get when we're fighting criminals and they hurt you in any way. You don't understand when we're training and you better me, how that makes me feel. You don't understand what it's like when you don't come into my room and throw my book and drag me out to go exploring around the house, even though we've seen every part of it.  You don't understand what it's like when you fall asleep on my shoulder after begging me to watch whatever stupid rom-com with you. You don't understand what it's like watching you go out with all those douchebag boys, knowing I could do better, be better. You don't understand what it's like to be slowing falling more and more in love with you every day, just for you to think of me as not only your 'best friend' but worse, your brother! You'll never understand."

Her mouth was open as if she was trying to reply but couldn't find the right words. I waited for her to say something, anything really, but I got nothing. As she slowly took her eyes away from mine and looked at the ground I scoffed, shaking my head. "Yeah, that's what I thought," I mumble before I turn around and push myself to a different year.

And that was the last time I eve saw Y/N L/N. Well until now, 45 years later.

[Look out for part two my loves ;)]

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