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girlsgonemildblog · 4 years ago

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What the Fuck Does “Sees My Heart” Mean? - The Bachelor, Season 25, Week 3 Recap

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This week picked up right where last week left off with Sarah “fainting”. I put fainting in quotation marks because based on how she acts throughout the rest of the episode, I seriously think she may have been faking it. (We all saw Bridgerton, sweetie.) I am not alone in this thought, either, as Anna and Victoria also indirectly accuse her of feigning her faint.

Sarah is totally fine and apologizes to the other girls for wasting time (her first apology of many). The rose ceremony carries on, and five girls are sent home; four irrelevants (Alana, Illeana, Kristin, and Sydney) as well as enemy-of-the-plastic-crown, Marylynn. Victoria’s talking head tells us that now that Marylynn is gone, she wants to get rid of Sarah next. Victoria is like a sniper picking the girls off one-by-one until she is the last woman standing (of course, she might meet a speedbump when she realizes Matt hates her).

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The first date of the week is a group date, and to not-at-all-subtly advertise Chris Harrison’s new erotica-novel, the girls are tasked with writing self-insert fan-fiction about Matt. To top it off, they must read it aloud in front of each other, Matt, Chris Harrison, and previous contestant, Ashely I., as well as all the other girls who weren’t invited on the date. Katie, the girl who brought the dildo on night one, got really into it, as one would expect, and Victoria’s was so dirty that entire sentences need to be bleeped out. What we did hear included choking and hair-pulling (we do not kink shame here).

Sarah, who was not even on the date but was forced to watch from the sidelines, begins to fall apart. She says it’s hard for her to watch the other girls “be intimate” with Matt. By “be intimate” she means, “stand on stage while giggling over poorly written, nameless, third-person erotica.” I wonder if Kendall Jenner got jealous over fan fiction when she was dating Harry Styles.

The audience girls are dismissed, and we move on to the night portion. Don’t think this is the end of Sarah, though. No, she crashes the group date to tell Matt that him dating 20 other girls is hard for her. No shit. I love how every season, there seems to be one contestant who was not told the concept of the show before they started filming.

Unfortunately for Sarah, she picks the wrong girl to interrupt. Katie takes no shit. First, she goes to the other girls and lets them know what is going on so that they can all join her in being angry. Then, she returns and repeatedly checks in to make it clear to Sarah that she is not stealing all the time. As Sarah is (finally) going to leave, Victoria finds her out front and tells her that it was selfish to interrupt the date.

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Then, Katie comes out and much more eloquently explains to Sarah how her actions were rude. Rachael ends up getting the group date rose; I don’t even remember her and Matt talking, but I guess they did. Here’s her photo in case you (like me) forgot what she looks like:

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Anna (pictured below) then tells the camera that she has not spoken to Matt once since arriving and blames Sarah for this. It’s been three weeks though, at some point, it’s on you, Boo. She better get her time in at the cocktail party, or it’s curtains for her.

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The next day, Serena P. gets a one-on-one. When Matt arrives, he decides the best way to start a date with another girl is to go jump (literally) into bed with Sarah. Sarah then gives a class on Emotional Manipulation 101 and essentially makes Matt beg her to stay. To call her “needy” would be an understatement.

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For the date, Matt and Serena (above) go horseback riding and then have a lovely picnic surrounded by nosy donkeys. It was adorable. Serena teaches Matt how to make the perfect charcuterie board, confirming that she is ready for the influencer lifestyle that comes from being on The Bachelor. Of course, based on his tweet last night, Matt might need another lesson.

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During the night portion, they discuss past relationships, and Matt confesses that he doesn’t think he has ever been in love. Serena tells him that right now, she is “falling in like” with him but could see herself falling in love with him down the road. I like her, as does Matt, but this comment does make me worried that she might be too normal for the show. Matt gives her the rose, so she is at least safe for the next week.

Back at the chateau, Sarah, who had been hiding in her room all day, tries to sit down with the girls and apologize for the previous night. They are having none of it. When she remarks that she has made friendships with some of the women, Victoria asks, “who exactly are you talking about?” No one defends Sarah. She attempts to explain why she did what she did and how she is seriously considering leaving, but she also wants to pursue things with Matt. The girls tell her if she does choose to stay, they will make sure she does not feel welcome.

The next morning, Katie finds Sarah crying alone in a room (she put on a full face of make-up to do this). Katie tells Sarah that she needs to make a decision. If she is leaving, she is wasting Matt’s time that he could be spending with girls who are serious about the process. Katie also points out that if Sarah does have a strong connection with Matt, she needs to explore it until its end because Katie does not want Matt wondering “what if?” or to be Matt’s backup plan. Sarah opens up to Katie about how her dad has only a few weeks to live, and kudos to Katie for not asking her why she would even come on a reality show in the first place then.

Sarah eventually decides to leave, and Katie goes to the other girls to fill them in. Without giving any details, she explains that Sarah had other family stuff she was dealing with and that they all should have been nicer to her. If Katie doesn’t win this season, she’s my pick for Bachelorette.

Sarah goes to tell Matt good-bye, and he again begs her to stay (not good for the other girls). Despite her having assured Katie that she wasn’t leaving because the girls bullied her, she tells Matt that she was chased out by some “really nasty” people still left in the house. She doesn’t do him the courtesy of naming names, though, which means the next week or two will 100% be a witch-hunt. Matt then walks her out in the weirdest way possible.

As she (fake) cries in the car, she tells the camera that she knows Matt let her go because he “sees her heart”.

To summarize, the reasons Sarah said she was leaving were that she couldn’t stand watching Matt with the other women and because the other women made her feel unwelcome. Not because of her dying father, just so we’re all clear. Unfortunately, I doubt this is the last we’ll see of her this season.

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thelittlehansy · 5 years ago

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How many signs of Narcissistic abuse can we catch in a the book "A Frozen Heart" ?

i took a article from psychology today : here the point of view is of course not partner but hans/ his narcissist father and worst bro.

I hope my reasoning are gonna fit and unfortunaly i m gonna used quote from À Frozen Heart several time for Hans family appeared only at the start of the book.

What is Narcissistic Abuse : Abuse may be emotional, mental, physical, financial, spiritual, or sexual. Here are a few examples of abuse you may not have identified:

Verbal abuse includes belittling, bullying, accusing, blaming, shaming, demanding, ordering, threatening, criticizing, sarcasm, raging, opposing, undermining, interrupting, blocking, and name-calling. Note that many people occasionally make demands, use sarcasm, interrupt, oppose, criticize, blame, or block you. Consider the context, malice, and frequency of the behavior before labeling it narcissistic abuse.

Hans on his everyday life At the start of the book :

Belittling( undermining i think also) : "you should apologize to your mother she is after all the only one who would have ever noticed you were missing"

Bullying : "like sharks smelling blood in the water a few more of the brothers began to join in the "teasing" "

Accusing : "did you not think your mother birthday is worthy of your presence?"

Blaming : " Westergaard are lion not mice hans you should listen to your brother maybe you could learn a thing of two from them if you stopped acting like you were better than them"

Shaming : Rudy and Runo : "whats thats ? We cant hear you really should learn how to speak up father abhors mice"

Demanding : "dont disappoint me...again !"

ordering : "his father had requested his presence and when the king made a request you did whatever was asked"

threatening : i think “dont disappoint me...again” can work also because Hans knew that what kind of treatment he receive if he dont follow his father belief thats the reasons his brothers bully him. So there is an idea of punishement if he dissapoint his father i think.

Criticizing : as you might imagine i dont have time to listen to you whine about your brothers being bullies again

interrupting : “the king did not waste time to the point Hans , always just get to the point he would say whenever he deemed Hans had stay too long in his presence” i thought i will find nothing for this one but guess i was wrong 😅

Raging : " he didn't care if his father would be mad later it wasnt worth the torment to sit through of this assault" later

Fighting Marsmahllow : " thats all you got ? You big snowy beast ? Hans thought as he pulled out his sword and began to swing it skillfully. Compared to my father when he is angry you seem like a cuddy bunny"

Sarcasm : not any quote but very much possible with that environment !

Manipulation: Generally, manipulation is indirect influence on someone to behave in a way that furthers the goals of the manipulator. Often, it expresses covert aggression. Think of a “wolf in sheep’s clothing.” On the surface, the words seem harmless – even complimentary; but underneath you feel demeaned or sense a hostile intent. If you experienced manipulation growing up, you may not recognize it as such. See my blog on spotting manipulation.

“Dont disappoint me...again " i think works too for this one ! This is what hans father told him after he ask if he can help him and before he go help him with a citizens that criticize him.

it has an effect on Hans who is upset and therefore wants to please and prove himself to his father even more.

the effect are there and the goal of course of the king was only for his own interest. Stopping his people To criticize him by emotionally manipulating Hans to be effective.

Emotional blackmail: Emotional blackmail may include threats, anger, warnings, intimidation, or punishment. It’s a form of manipulation that provokes doubt in you. You feel fear, obligation, and or guilt, sometimes referred to as “FOG”

one example i think : " his father had requested his presence and when the king made a request you did whatever was asked" Hans end up having a sense of obligation to come at a place where he know his brothers are gonna bully him. After when he decide to leave he talk about his father anger implying he is gonna be mad and punished him. so that an example i think we can spot also !

Competition: Competing and one-upping to always be on top, sometimes through unethical means. E.g. cheating in a game.

"You know you fit quit well in the southern isles everything is a competition back home " Hans to Anna during the coronation party big clue !

Negative contrasting: Unnecessarily making comparisons to negatively contrast you with the narcissist or other people.

" you should listen to your brothers you could learn a thing or two if you stop acting as if you were better that them "🤔

Exploitation and objectification: Using or taking advantage of you for personal ends without regard for your feelings or needs.

After hans works during 3 years for his father as his gofer on his way to arendelle " getting to this point had not be easy. It had taken nearly three years to convince the king that he was responsible enough.(..) all the begging, pleading and generally making himself a lapdog to his father To procure a spot as the representative would pay off"

= indication the king exploit Hans during 3 years and what is sad is that he still dont trust him at the end. So yeah deftntly take advantages of hans to me.

Sabotage: Disruptive interference with your endeavors or relationships for the purpose of revenge or personal advantage.

The princes : “after each well placed jab they would look to their father to gain his approval even at the expense of their youngest brother”

i think that quote can reflect this one because there we see the reasons why Hans relationship with his brothers is broken and the reasons is because they all want to have their father attention/approval. that’s a situation the king voluntary let happen between his son for personal advantages.( boots his ego i beleive) the king defitnly sabotage Hans relationship with his brothers and even i would say all the relationship between his sons.

Neglect: Ignoring the needs of a child for whom the abuser is responsible. Includes child endangerment; i.e., placing or leaving a child in a dangerous situation.

“it wasnt as thought he had woken up that morning to found out he was the youngest of thirtheen son with a distant and careless father that had been his ife always and that would be his life forever” this is what hans say about his life at 17 years old 20 years old with his true age.

Character assassination or slander: Spreading malicious gossip or lies about you to other people.

“ So ? any new of when i might become an uncle again ? i m hoping your child might like me at least ?” Hans to Lars

So here thats interpretation ! i could be wrong but to me its kind of imply the niece and nephew he got so far do not like him a lot. so now the question is how little kids may end up disliking their uncle ? unpleasant gossip from their fathers or even grandfather about their uncle !

Violence:This includes blocking your movement, pulling hair, throwing things, or destroying your property

“at least they had thrown bread this time not glassware”

Isolation: Isolating you from friends, family, or access to outside services and support through control, manipulation, verbal abuse, character assassination, or other means of abuse.

"For him the southern isles and it castle was a prison and his father the jailer"🤔

Withholding: Withholding such things as money, sex, communication or affection from you.!

Hans dad is volountary distant and cold with him and show less affection to him in order "to toughten him up "

Gaslighting: Intentionally making you distrust your perceptions of reality or believe that you’re mentally incompetent.

to be honest i didn't catch exactly what is gaslighting i have understand the definition but each time i see someone used the word i m confuse because cannot connect it with the definition.

so here no sign of gaslighting ( distrust perception) i don't know if this one works for "make believe you are mentally incompent"

"hans could hear the voice of his brothers (..) you dont have the guts to do anything. Princess elsa what she want is a man not a boy. What about we go find her and you stay here where you belong."

3 are no present on the book with the last one very much possible because the king of the southern isles abuse financially his poeple :

-Lying: Persistent deception to avoid responsibility or to achieve the narcissist’s own ends.

-Privacy invasion: Ignoring your boundaries by looking through your things, phone, mail; denying your physical privacy or stalking or following you; ignoring privacy you’ve requested.

-Financial abuse: Financial abuse might include controlling you through economic domination or draining your finances through extortion, theft, manipulation, or gambling, or by accruing debt in your name or selling your personal property.

I think lying and privacy invasion can both be things Hans and even his brothers are submit since little by their father.

#prince hans #hans #hans westergaard #prince hans of the southern isles #narcisistic abuse #A Frozen Heart #hans's father #Frozen hans #disney hans #frozen #narcissim #ndad #golden child #scapegoat #disney #domestic abuse #child abuse

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magnoliasinbloom · 5 years ago

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Crash Course Love

Infinite thanks to @anna-swims and @lcbeauchampoftarth for being awesome betas.

AO3 :: Previously

10: Sleep [Claire]

We couldn’t really put up much of a fight about sleeping in the same room. Jamie and I smiled awkwardly and slunk off to a corner of the enormous living room by the newly kindled fireplace. To any onlooker, it might seem as though we were deep in an emotional or romantic conversation. The truth was, we needed to discuss our next move in this fake relationship of ours.

“What are we going to do?” I whispered, holding his hand and smiling so we wouldn’t give the game away.

“I dinna ken, Sassenach. My mam is clearly over the moon about us.” Jamie bit his lip, shaking his head.

“I think we may be a little over our heads here. How do we keep this up? For how long? I really enjoy your company, you must know that. But I think any future family lunches are off the table. I don’t like lying to your family, Jamie. They’re much too nice.”

“Aye, it’s hard for me too. I couldn’t ask that of ye anymore, after this.”

“Although, you still owe it to me to be my wedding date.” I flashed a smile at Jenny in the distance, who grinned back and returned to her conversation with Ian.

“I havena forgotten, dinna fash.”

Silence fell between us, broken occasionally by the rising howl of the approaching blizzard outside. It was terribly cozy in the house, though. Perhaps staying the night wouldn’t be the ordeal I was imagining; it had to be better than a lonely night in my flat.

We sat in companionable silence, our legs touching. I was immensely comforted by the warmth of the fire, the soft murmur of conversation, Jamie beside me. I hadn’t felt so homey in a long time. Eventually, William and Brian pulled out a chessboard and sat by the fire. My interest was immediately piqued; Jamie noticed and smiled.

“Do ye play?”

“Well, Lamb taught me when I was young. Oxford winters were long, you know.” Lamb and I would spend hours poring over a chess board; Jamie had no idea how skilled I actually was at chess.

“Hey Da,” Jamie called. “Let Claire play against Willie.” He smiled mischievously. “He was president of the chess club at school and at university.”

“Oh, really?” I regarded Willie innocently. “I guess I could play a game.” I took the seat Brian graciously offered me and faced William. He set up the board and I chose the white pieces. Jamie sat beside me – I hoped it wouldn’t prove a distraction. I opened with the Queen’s pawn to D4. I kept my expression as neutral as possible, knowing my glass face could betray my next moves. Willie’s eyebrows shot up as we continued to play, countering each other’s moves. Jamie’s smile kept widening as Willie began to visibly sweat.

After half an hour or so, when I had captured many of the black pieces, I carefully positioned my knight and waited. Brian and the rest of the family surrounded us, their eyes trained on Willie. Finally, with a sigh, he toppled over his king and conceded the match.

The Fraser family cheered, and to my surprise, rallied around me.

“I canna believe ye used the Queen’s Gambit!” William exclaimed. “I didna see that coming!”

Brian swept me up in a hug; I looked over his shoulder at Jamie, who positively beamed. “No one’s beaten Willie in ages—this is a first, Sassenach!”

The room suddenly fell silent at Jamie’s use of the word. Ellen looked aghast with shame and her cry of “Jamie!” brought us out of our reverie. Brian held me even tighter and his face like thunder demanded an explanation from his son.

Jamie’s cheeks burned as bright as his hair as he stammered, “Och, no, Mam, ye dinna understand—”

“How could you?!”

I jumped in myself, and Brian let me go as I tried to explain. “No, Ellen, it’s alright, really. I know what it means, and I know it’s usually used as an insult, but that’s precisely why I’ve co-opted the word, you see. As a nickname. But only Jamie gets to call me that.”

Slowly, the tension in the air diffused as they understood I really meant what I said. Jamie led me away from his father’s side and tucked me into his own. As he laid a soft kiss to the crown of my head, I wrapped my arms around his middle; this display of affection served its purpose, and everyone relaxed.

As the evening grew later, we eventually trooped into the kitchen to reheat the lunch leftovers—no sense in letting so much food go to waste. Willie sat next to me and we discussed chess strategies. It got so, I managed to forget what awaited us at bedtime. Until the men started clearing up the dishes again, and Jenny made a big show of yawning and saying how tired she was. I gave her a dirty look, and she had the nerve to wink at me.

“Weel, I suppose Ian and I are calling it a night. Thank ye, Mam, everything was delicious.” She gave Ellen a kiss on the cheek and whispered something in her ear. Ellen nodded and smiled; I didn’t like that at all.

“Jamie?” she called out. “A bhalaich, why don’t ye head upstairs with Claire. The lads can finish up in here.” Ellen smiled at me like she offered a delightful treat. Jamie stepped out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on his jeans. He looked at me and I shrugged helplessly. He kissed his mother goodnight as well and hugged his father. We trudged upstairs, well aware that Ellen was staring at us with a rapt expression.

When we reached Jamie’s room, he closed the door behind us with a soft snick. I glanced around the room, trying to get a sense of who Jamie was at Lallybroch. There was an old-fashioned mahogany bedstead, a reclining sofa, a fireplace, and dresser. It was simple, beautiful, and comfortable, much like Jamie himself.

He went over to the dresser and pulled a couple of drawers open. “I keep some clothes here; they’ll be a bit large on ye, but they’re warm enough.” Jamie handed me a pair of flannel pajama trousers and a sweatshirt; when I held them against my body, the trousers trailed about a foot on the floor and the sweatshirt reached my knees.

“Thanks. I’ll just fold up the bottom bit for the trousers.” The room, mostly unused, was quite chilly. Jamie set about lighting up the fireplace. I walked around, looking at everything in the room; I touched the spines of battered old books by Robert Burns, J.K. Rowling, and Ian Fleming.

Finally, when the flames were hot enough, Jamie stood up and stretched, groaning in satisfaction. “All set, Sassenach. Um, would ye like to… use the toilet first?”

“Alright, thank you.” Even though the house was old, it had had its own bathroom added sometime in the forties, or so Jamie informed me. He flipped the switch and the bathroom was flooded with light.

“All yours,” he said. “There’s fresh towels under the sink.”

I slipped inside and closed the door. I washed the makeup off my face, brushed my teeth with my finger, and combed through the unruly curls. I shimmied out of my clothes, pulling on Jamie’s borrowed pajamas. They were soft and worn in all the right places, smelling of fresh laundry detergent and faint traces of Jamie’s own scent. I hugged my arms about me after rolling up the sweatshirt sleeves to my elbows to make it fit. I was suddenly startled by a knock on the door.

“Claire? Do ye need anything?” Jamie’s voice was muffled.

“No, I’m done.” I clicked the door open, and gestured him inside. “Take your time.”

I was pulling back the duvet and blankets from the bed when he emerged, dressed similarly to me. I couldn’t help myself; I pointed at us and laughed. Jamie smiled, looking down at his choice of sleepwear. Then he noticed me turning down the bed.

“Och, Sassenach, dinna fash. I’ll be taking the floor.” I knew he was remembering my words about sleeping on the couch downstairs.

“Jamie, it’s freezing. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable for my sake.”

“I willna be uncomfortable. The duvet alone is like a mile thick. I’ll be fine.” He pulled the goose down comforter away from my hands gently and took a pillow from the queen-sized bed to lay them on the floor.

I climbed onto the tall bedstead, curling up on my side; I refused to take up all of the space when Jamie was going to sleep on the floor.

“Are ye alright?” he said from somewhere at my feet near the fire.

“Yes, absolutely. Are you sure you don’t want—”

“Sassenach, ‘tis fine. Will ye get the light, please?”

“Sure. Goodnight.” I reached over to switch off the lamp on the nightstand, and not two seconds later there was a knock at the door.

“Jamie? Claire? May I come in? I have some pajamas for Claire.”

“Ifrinn!” Jamie hissed. He scrambled to his feet and almost tripped over the duvet.

“Quickly, get in!” I whispered, flipping the blankets over. He paused for a second before tossing the comforter on top of the bed and sliding in next to me. I tucked myself against his side, resting my head on his shoulder and Jamie put his arm around me. I shivered; was it the cold or something more?

“Aye, come in, Mam!” Jamie called.

Ellen poked her head through the door and smiled, seeing us cuddling on the bed.

“Claire, dear, I brought ye some of Mary’s pajamas. I thought Jenny’s might be too small for ye to wear.” She gestured at the pile of clothes in her hands.

“Oh, thank you Mrs. Fra—um, Ellen, but Jamie already lent me some of his own clothes.” I smiled as sincerely as I could. I could feel the heat radiating from Jamie’s body next to mine.

“Well, if ye’re comfortable then. Jamie, yer da brought in some extra wood if ye have need; it’s in the kitchen. If ye want anything, we’re right down the hall. Good night.”

“Goodnight,” we repeated as she shut the door. We glanced at each other and burst into a laugh. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my hand resting on his rib cage, and imagined it was the adrenaline rush of almost being discovered by his mother. A thought occurred to me.

“Jamie, what if she comes back?” I asked softly, trying to look up at him but only seeing his chin.

“I dinna ken. She might, just to check on us. It’s rare that she has all three of us under her roof.” Jamie’s grip tightened across my shoulder involuntarily.

“Let’s just both stay in the bed. We’ve done it before, after all. And nothing happened, you know? I trust you.” I blushed furiously, hoping he wouldn’t see it in the dim light.

There was a sharp intake of breath. “Of course, I would never… take advantage. It’s just, the situation, ye ken—” he stammered.

“I do know. Thank you for that. Um, sleep well.”

I tried to extricate myself gently from his side, before he caught on and pulled away, embarrassed. We stared at each other for a beat, two beats… then we turned away from each other. We kept a foot of distance between our bodies on the bed. Jamie switched off the lamp and lay on his side, as far away from me as he could get.

“Goodnight, Sassenach.” His voice was quiet in the dark. All we could hear was the crackle of flames in the fireplace and the wind howling outside the stone walls. I still had something I wanted to say.

“Jamie?”

“Aye, lass?”

“Thank you for asking me to Lallybroch.”

“Ye’re most welcome,” he said softly. After a few more minutes, there was only the sound of his deep breathing. Jamie was asleep.

I was very much aware of his body, large and warm, slumbering beside me. Nothing’s going to happen, I reasoned. I wasn’t afraid it would. Perhaps I was finally more afraid that it wouldn’t—not with Jamie. A feeling within me I thought long-dead was waking up, like a root taking hold before it blossomed into something more.

Bloody hell. I was in so much trouble.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #CCL10 #will shenanigans ensue #stay tuned to find out

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keiratheraven · 4 years ago

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Bentley 8 Squad: Forgive and Heal

(I dedicated this post for this October AKA Mental Health Awareness month)

Every member of the Bentley 8 Squad has a dark past. All of them were problematic in their late teen or early young adult years.

Angela Pleasant (Bentley Queen). The miss “perfect”. She was a queen bee, cheerleader captain, honor student, and the girl squad leader. Her parents (Daniel and Mary-Sue Pleasant) put pressure on her to be the flawless daughter. She dedicated herself to become “The Perfect Princess”, but actually she thinks she’ll never be good enough. But she didn’t tell anyone about her battle with Bulimia, and no one believed her when she said there’s something wrong with her body. Everyone just said it’s just bad cramps, nothing more. Then she was diagnosed with Endometriosis at age 19. Although she was surrounded by many people, No one understands her pain and struggles. She's pursuing a master's degree in psychology from Sim State and has the ambition to become a psychologist, but her conditions keep restraining her.

Lilith Pleasant (Bentley Gothic). The black sheep of the family. Daniel and Mary-Sue favored Angela over her and abused her. They didn’t teach her to talk, walk, and use the toilet. They blamed her for everything. They liked to and slap and yell at her. She and Angela also hated each other and they’re always fighting every day. One time, Lilith ran away from their house because she couldn’t take it anymore. But eventually, the police found her and took her home. Since then, Daniel and Mary-Sue treat her better and Angela apologized to her, but later on, she was diagnosed with Type 1 Bipolar Disorder and Borderline Personality Disorder. She pours all her emotions into arts and music, then took the art major at Sim State because her dream is to become a rock singer and illustrator at once. But her fluctuating moods and her addiction to self-harm make her questioning the future.

Dustin Broke (Bentley Rogue). The delinquent criminal. The death of his father and the way he died made him mad at the world. He took over his late father’s position as the man of the house and eventually became a criminal to support his family. But his mother became an alcoholic who liked to beat him up and throw an open bottle of alcohol at him. He also has substance abuse after he became a drug dealer. One time when he was in his college dorm at Foxbury, he sent Gordon King into boiling rage after he told him that he spent the drug-selling money for gambling besides his tuition, and Gordon beat the shit out of him mindlessly. Because of his drug addiction, he was diagnosed with Mild Schizophrenia. Sometimes, he thinks he’s already wasted. He doesn’t get enough sleep every night and always looking at the ceiling while he lies on the bed.

Dirk Dreamer (Bentley Brain). The genius, nerdy guy. He always put a good effort to do well in his life. He was an honor student in high school. But the death of his mother really shocked him, and his grades took a downfall. Eventually, he rose to make his late mother proud and his grades back to the top. Although he was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at age 16, he keeps studying hard and he got a scholarship to Sims University Medical School. He became the assistant lecturer of Dr. Worthington. But, not everyone admires him. The son of Dr. Worthington named Dr. Mark punched him hard when he was alone after finishing a class. He said that Dirk will never take over his place as a devoted medical student in their faculty because his father kept comparing him with Dirk. Dirk keeps it to himself and he never told Dr. Worthington. Although he wants to become a psychiatrist to recover his beloved seven friends, He almost gave up as a doctor because of his illness. He muses about it every night when he's alone because he has to act as a strong, resilient young doctor in front of everyone.

Ophelia Nigmos (Bentley Flower). The mysterious and anxious girl who was desperate for a family. Her parents died when she was ten, and she was raised by an (allegedly) murderer aunt. She was haunted by many ghosts in her near-graveyard house, and Aunt Olive wasn’t the nicest person to be around with. She liked to scold her over the smallest things. She was cold and indifferent to her. One time, she humiliated Ophelia in front of her high school. Many people looked at them, but Ophelia couldn’t do anything to hide the shame. It caused her to have Anxiety and Paranoid personality disorders. Because of this, Ophelia is always anxious when she has to talk in front of many people, so she dreamed to become a novelist and songwriter. Eventually, Aunt Olive died when she was attending La Fiesta Tech. Ophelia mourned her death, but the wounds that Olive gave to her aren’t easy to forget.

Puck Summerdream (Bentley Fancy). The lucky fairy guy who was adopted by loving parents and also a kid sister. He didn’t want to get involved with Capp-Monty feuds in Veronaville and always be kind to them. He also had a crush on Hermia Capp, who became his girlfriend after they kissed for the first time at Puck’s party. But Mercutio Monty didn’t like it and got mad at them. The next day, he beat Puck's ass and took his money at the schoolyard. "That’s for stealing my girlfriend", he said. Puck hid his feelings and cried when he got home. Later on, he attended Academie Le Tour with Hermia. He took double majors: music and mathematics cause his dream is to become a classical musician. But, a tragedy struck. Hermia got shot in a mass shooting and died when she was buying heart medications for Puck. Puck fell into a Major Depression, and his heart condition got worse. Years have passed, but he couldn’t forget her despite many women want him.

Ripp Grunt (Bentley Clown). The tragic hyperactive joker. His mother died when he was eleven, and he was raised by the disciplined-yet-abusive General Buzz Grunt. Buzz liked to punch him when he didn’t obey him, and his brother, Tank Grunt, used him as his punching bag. One time, Tank threatened him to tell Buzz about Ripp’s bisexuality just because Tank didn’t like that Ripp partnered with his crush, Anna, at the school lab. But Ripp never showed his real feelings, except for Ophelia and Johnny. He smiled, joked, and laughed a lot, but actually, deep down he’s crying. He cries a lot and is also tortured by loneliness when he’s alone, but he keeps hiding his feelings by “The Funny Guy” mask. Despite the abuse of his father and brother, Ripp has the talent to entertain others by acting, singing, and play the guitar, so he took the drama major at Britechester. He suffers from ADHD, and gastritis caused by the longtime stress of the abuse. He misses his mom so much and always musing about her.

Johnny Smith (Bentley Leader). The carefree green guy. He was happy. Being the “normal” family in “abnormal” alien descent made him proud of his heritage. Despite having green skin, Johnny was so confident. He’s a sporty jock guy who likes to exercise, play soccer or basketball. He tried so hard to fit in at his high school and every surrounding. His neighbors see him no differently, except Buzz and Tank Grunt. He and Tank always fighting with each other in high school, but it didn’t affect Johnny’s happy life. Then, one night changed everything. When he was 18 and attending as a freshman at La Fiesta Tech, he got attacked by nine people and stabbed on his abdomen due to a hate crime against alien sims. When his blood ran down, the culprits threw him into the smelly and filthy dumpster. He fell into a coma, but luckily for him to have alien blood, he recovered very quickly and regained consciousness after five days. But since then, he has Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. He got Minor Depression and having suicidal thoughts as well.

However, everything gets better when all of them get together. They’re having medical treatments for their mental and physical condition, counseling, and group therapies. They’re completing each other and have special bonds. Their stories might be different, but that’s what makes them united besides their love for Bentley cars. Together, they learn to be stronger, nicer, wiser and be a better person. They also want to recover from their past traumas through medications and strong friendships.

In the end, they learn to let go and forgive everything in their pasts. They realized it’s useless to blame themselves, and everything happens for a reason. Because the past doesn’t define who they are. Trauma might be hard, but eventually, they have to face them instead of avoiding them. That’s the meaning of growing up, healing the wounded souls, and moving on. They never stopped chasing their dreams despite their disabilities and keep supporting each other just like a real family.

And it was an early fall in Bridgeport, Sim City. At the anniversary of their establishment of Bentley 8 and Im-perfection community, they decided to go to a resort. They had some fun there. Angela made grilled salmon and cheesesteak for their lunch. Johnny and Dirk played soccer. Meanwhile, Ripp, Dustin, Ophelia, Lilith, and Puck roasted some marshmallows. When they are together, They’re creating memories because tomorrow is never guaranteed. But, no matter what happens tomorrow, they are grateful to still have each other.

"The past can't haunt me if I don't let it

Live and learn and never forget it

Whoa, gotta learn to let it go

Learn to let go, learn to let go

Learn to let go" - Kesha, 2017

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flydotnet · 4 years ago

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled).

An Empress has to do what has to be done, no matter what.

Sup y'all, it's a boi Fly, back with another fic of questionable quality and even more questionable concept. Tonight, we're once again rewriting Ares because it's my new greatest pleasure in life to exploit wasted concepts and potential. This case is specifically Anna, because man, I love her design, such a shame she was just a generic ojou-sama for three episodes then lost all pretenses of personality. As such, I decided she was now going to be whatever she is in this story, because it's my canon rewrite, my rules. Also, I had to give YuuAnn another shot, because it also got butchered by canon and I felt like I could somehow do a better job. I'll let you judge. My first idea for this prompt was actually to slap Nosaka with it, but I ended up going the other way around because that seemed more interesting. Blame the Ares rewrite we've been planning with a couple pals from the Inazuma writing server, I suppose? (no, just blame me, they've got nothing to do with it). It was a bresh of fresh air and, man, I missed being a purple prose-loving moron.

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Regalia

Summary: Behind the mask of the Empress is a girl with scars all over her soul, yearning for someone to share her sentiment.

Fandom: Inazuma Eleven (alternate continuity series)

Wordcount: 2.5K words.

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

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There are blemishes and wounds on her skin that she’d never let most people see. It used to be by pride, then for fear that her image as an invincible queen would be tarnished. None of them are physical, etched into her mind rather than her actual body, but it only makes them more painful: if they ever fade away, it’s a process which will take much longer than a blemish left by an injury, and she’s resolved herself to it.

To cover up these scars, she’s become the Empress who showed neither remorse nor hesitation, showing mercy only to those who felt like they deserved redemption. It was only meant to be a mask for some occasions, but she got too comfortable wearing it and is now stuck being the regal figure to a group of people who surely must be even more lost than she is without a sort of guidance.

Sadly, no matter how much or how well she hides them, the wounds have never truly closed and if a grain of sand enters one of them, the pain flares up again and all she can do is suck it up and keep on as the Empress, always keeping it together, composed and in control. Even her own feelings can’t get outside her control, even if everything around her makes them peak in all the wrong directions. As is the duty of an Empress guiding her court.

Because of her closed-off emotions and stubborn wishes to prevent herself from getting near more harm, it is very rare of Anna to open herself to other people. She used to be a much more open person, back when she didn’t know just how far some people can go to use others to their advantage, gladly discarding anyone who has exceeded their initial use and cannot be drained for more. Nowadays, however, she’s the opposite: as long as someone hasn’t shown they’re worthy of her trust, she’ll never be herself around them, never take off the Empress’s jewel-incrusted mask.

It doesn’t mean there isn’t a few people she trusts. While none of them are part of her “court”, mostly because she believes they’ll abandon her as soon as they find someone better or closer to their interests, she still keeps them close. One of them is a long-time classmate of hers, Ootani, whom she only recently got to know through her position as a soccer team manager: someone earnest, unable to lie, heart on her sleeve and her emotions clear as day on her face. In short, Ootani is a real open book, one so free to be read by the first malevolent spirit that Anna can’t help but be far more transparent than she’d usually be comfortable being around her.

People like Ootani are very rare, however, so most of the time, she ends up befriending people less honest but whom she can tell have similar scars to her. One of them just so happened to be the captain for a team hers was against. It’s ironic because Nosaka fits her mental image of who exactly she wouldn’t trust: haughty-looking, closed off to the world, a scheming look on an expressionless face and someone who seems to be at his very command.

His reputation preceded him, she must admit. As a team manager, she had to know who played for the enemy, so she knew they would cross paths eventually – just from far away, from opposite ends of the field, because he was a warrior commander and she was a ruler working on the sides. He was the Emperor of Tactics, she was the Empress, and their similar reputations were where everything was going to stop.

It didn’t.

It didn’t and she fell into a rabbit hole like the naïve girl she once was.

It started by speaking at the end of a match. They merely ended up getting a cup of coffee in the same shop on the way back from the stadium after watching a match that had nothing to do with their respective schools. Nosaka was the one to open the discussion, seemingly trying to pique her interest with whatever had just happened on the field. She kept most of her actual opinions to herself, that day, preferring to reply as vaguely as possible as not to leave a hint to a man whose scheming was rumoured to rival a computer’s.

They kept coming across each other and, after some time, their discussions started to revolve less and less about football. At first, it felt comfortable to just mention a couple things like the recent news, but it progressively became personal and… they exchanged phone numbers. She gave him the one way to contact her directly, gave it to the enemy, and in turn, gave his to her, his enemy. It felt wrong, tasting like betrayal, but with a sweet aftertaste, because there were things she wanted to tell him and they never had enough time.

That was when she realized liked his company, and by then, it was already too late: she had opened to someone else and, even if partially, even for a moment, put down her mask and showed parts of her real self.

Even if neither brought it up, she could feel they had similar scars on their bodies. He spoke about people with natural distrust, preferring to assume the worst out of people so deception and disappointment couldn’t settle in, only leaving himself a little open to a couple persons (he never said she was part of them, but the way he looked into her eyes with a slight smile was enough to convince her she was now part of this group, and it comforted her – she wasn’t the only one vulnerable). His recounting of his experiences were always vague, yet the messages were clear.

She was the one who said that, despite their opposed sides and different roles, they were more alike than she thought. At first, he stared in silence, about to tell her she was wrong and they were different persons (and she cannot deny having feared such a reaction); but he ended up looking aside, eyes looking at the horizon, and replied she had a point. For a second, his fingers brushed against hers, and they remained silent for the rest of their short time together.

They became friends, started talking to each other, trusted each other more and more as time went by. She told her about her reasons to distrust her own council, he told her about being unable to confide in most of his teammates no matter how much they trusted him back, because both of their lives had lead them to naturally distrust anyone. The only reason why they let their guard down around each other, she’d have guessed, was because they were both doing so: if both were vulnerable, then neither of them was because, in a sense, they both held a sword over the other’s head.

Mutual respect, mutual trust. They both knew the taste of betrayal and didn’t wish to inflict on the other. They may not have known what the other’s wounds were exactly, but they took care of them, patching closing cuts and persistent but mostly faded bruises. For a while, Anna thought that was it, she had found someone who was like her: play-pretend royalty who didn’t match their masks, fragilized egos hiding behind a façade of pride. He was the Emperor, she was the Empress: it was almost like a match made in heaven, that of songs and romance novels, and despite how weary she naturally was, she let herself get that spoonful of honey.

And she almost regretted it.

For some time, they were in a situation where even the way they referred to each other was intimate, yet they weren’t doing the thing she started to hear rumours about. No, they weren’t dating, she was truthful in her words – but there was some lie in there, because as much as she refuted it, she refused to admit she’d have wanted it to be true. Still, the Empress would betray her people if she said she had grown feelings for the enemy’s leader and staying silent was the best thing she could do. Maybe, once that tournament ended, they could stop pretending they were the enemies they never managed to be…

Yuuma was protective of his intimacy, so while she could never know what exactly had happened, she still thought she could believe he was at least saying the truth and only hid the most intimate parts of his stories. They weren’t tales, to her, just like what she told him never were lies, but she hid the parts where she had cried or the dark thoughts she had had – erased the ugly and the weak parts of herself from her past self, gave her the strength she wishes she honestly had.

The thing is – he didn’t tell her everything. It was a given, of course, but what he hid were things she wishes she could’ve known, not because they were demonizing and would’ve given her reasons to be mad and to leave, to take back her intimacy and shield her true self away again, but because they explained a lot and… she thought he trusted her.

Betrayal is the one feeling the Empress doesn’t stand: the entire school knows it. Traitors are the people she’s always treated with the least amounts of respect, those whom she’s shunned away despite knowing their reasons and being aware of what that reputation entails, because they pour salt into the wounds she refuses to show. Trust is an important component of the school, of the team she manages, of so much in the world of sports: her wrath with them has always seemed natural, to the council. If only they knew…

…but Yuuma knew. He knows she hates being kept in the dark and having to discover the hidden truth by herself. He’s aware of what it means to feel like your trust is only one-sided, especially if it has reached the point of intimacy. Of course, part of it is shame on her: she should’ve known a man known for his schemes on the field and his rhetoric would be able to manipulate her into a sense of easiness, just like people did in the past, as if she hadn’t learnt her lesson. Still, despite knowing this, she’s furious and dismayed, unable to think about the issue straight.

It may be a minor thing, but it still stung like it was yesterday, reopening old wounds like a shell getting pried open as to steal its pearl. The rational part of her – the manager in her – knows it’s only a minor illness, is perfectly aware she’s getting worked up over a seasonal case of the flu; but the emotionally raw part of her who’s never moved on from the things that inflicted pain on her acted up immediately and tried to put the mask back on and run away from the situation.

Yet, despite that, Anna is still by his side, because she’s the one who was there when he fainted in public, and her house was the nearest and – she knew what she was doing. It’s not about practicality, because her family has the funds to make her every wish come true, it’s about following her feelings and being the better person (as much as she hates the idea, as much as she knows it’s not how she’s supposed to think, as much as the rational her is screaming at the other her) – or is it because, no matter how much her injuries bleed again, she knows what loneliness feels like and concern has bloomed in her chest?

Yuuma knows what it feels like to be alone in times of need, to feel helpless at the worst times, and if her wounds have been reopened, then she may as well not inflict the same on someone else. It eases her pain to at least know he’s got someone with him now, because the idea of a sick person fighting against themselves in times of physical and emotional vulnerability scares her, and the way he spoke about his missing parents horrified her – she couldn’t abandon him at a time like this.

He may have betrayed her, but she’ll show him how wrong he was not to trust her.

They’re stuck in silence, neither wanting to speak, an unfamiliar tension rising between them. All she does is refresh the washcloth she’s stuck on his forehead, hands reddened by the cold water in the bucket, because she’s given him medicine already and she knows better than distrust a doctor’s orders: these things don’t rely on emotions, rather on rational observations and conclusions, it simply isn’t the same as the relationship dynamics she’s so weary of.

There are a lot of questions on her mind, but none of them make it outside of it. She wants to know why he didn’t tell her, why he thought it was okay to let himself wither away like that, how he thought she was going to feel when she’d have inevitably known – questions to which she can kind of answer, questions she doesn’t dare answer by herself because she could give herself false hopes and injure herself even further.

That is, until she muses too loudly, and he tilts his head when she laments about being kept in the dark.

I didn’t think anyone would bother, is all he tells her; but the feelings are there, the undertones are clear, and she realizes it wasn’t about her.

Her answer could be “you should’ve known”, “you should’ve told me anyway” or “what did you think that’d bring you?”; but she dislikes every one of these possibilities. His words ring a bell to her, a sad chime of a relatable feeling: would have she been in his place, she’d have figured people wouldn’t have cared for her, and if they did, then it wouldn’t be for her sake, but for their interests. Better be alone than ill-accompanied, as the saying says, a saying ringing true to him, to her –

She gets it. She gets it all now, and she feels stupid for doubting him, because she should’ve known earlier and better than that. Their wounds are the same – they both opened their own in this; but it means they can stitch them close back again together.

You don’t bother me, she tells him, taking his hand in hers. He doesn’t bulge, doesn’t take it out from hers. Instead, they look at each other, still silent, and he gives her a slight smile.

For the first time, Anna decides to stitch her wounds shut with a golden thread and leave it at that, pushing the Empress’s mask aside.

#bad things happen bingo #inazuma eleven #mikado anna #nosaka yuuma #yuuann #reopening an old wound #my writing #i still can't tag on this site #fly's areori

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sergeantsaintiago · 5 years ago

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frozen is wicked with a disney ending, in this essay i will –

First and foremost, Idina Menzel plays/voices one of two protagonists. The other protagonist, Anna and Glinda are played/voiced by short, blonds named Kristin.

Both Elphaba and Elsa separate themselves from the society they were brought up in because they never felt they belonged.

Elphaba did this officially towards the end because she had no true sense in ever being accepted, while Elsa does this in the beginning and after her coronation, but returns to society due to a Disney ending.

Both Elsa and Elphaba develop friendships with animals/animated inanimate objects

Anna is Glinda when comparing the function of the roles in the story.

Glinda and Anna both have a bubbly, awkward personality and strive to be part of society.

Disney had to make them sisters so that people would not ship them as people do with Elphaba and Glinda.

Elsa seeks Northuldra in order to find out why she has these powers that no one else has. Elphaba goes to the Wizard to find out why she is so powerful and is the color that she is.

Elsa is the bridge between the spirits and humans. Elphaba is the bridge between Oz and our world by being the love child between both worlds.

Both Elsa and Elphaba feel responsible for the death of their parents, as well as the harm that was done to their sister.

Elsa’s parents died in a shipwreck while crossing the Dark Sea in order to find answers about Elsa’s powers. Elsa accidentally froze Anna’s head, and then her heart later in the movie causing both the isolation of Anna from Elsa and the town, and her close death at the end. Elphaba’s mom died while giving birth to her sister, Nessarose, because she was constantly eating milk flowers during her pregnancy so that Nessarose would not turn out green like Elphaba. This caused a premature birth and Nessarose to be paralyzed from the waste down. Elphaba’s father dies due to embarrassment and shame after Elphaba becomes the Wicked Witch of the West.

Elphaba accidentally creates the tin man and the scarecrow (and can be argued the cowardly lion). Elsa accidentally brings a snowman to life.

Emotions control both Elsa and Elphaba’s powers and are an overpowering force.

Both Elsa and Elphaba are seen as villains, but are truly misunderstood and not in complete control of their powers/skin color. A manhunt is sent after both of them.

Frozen II is a commentary on colonialism and the effect of rewriting history in favor of white people, while Wicked is a commentary on racism and human and animal rights.

Both Elsa and Elphaba are queer coded.

Defying Gravity and Let It Go have the same function and allow Elphaba and Elsa to break away from society, and embrace their powers and who they are.

The progression of Defying Gravity and For the First Time in Forever (reprise) are reversed.

Defying Gravity starts with Elphaba and Glinda fighting and progresses with Elphaba trying to convince Glinda to join her in escaping the restraints of society and their problems. Eventually Elphaba goes on her own and both of them wish the other happiness with their ultimate choice. First Time in Forever (reprise) starts with Anna and Elsa fighting and Anna trying to get Elsa to return to society to fix the problem, and Elsa kicking Anna out and accidentally hurting her again.

Most importantly, both Frozen and Wicked are great and deserve all of the love and recognition they have received.

#Wicked #Wicked the Musical #Frozen #Frozen II #elphaba thropp #Glinda Upland #Elsa #elsa of arendelle #anna of arendelle #why is my mind like this #please enjoy this i guess #disney

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special-bc-ur-part-of-it · 1 year ago

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Spotify wrapped top100

No 8, 24, 77,99

hi thanks !!!

8. I HATE EVERYBODY by Halsey

24. Fake Out by Fall Out Boy

77. Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

99. Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve

spotify wrapped numbers game

#asks #answered #anna shame-is-a-wasted-emotion #musical vibe check

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outerjjbx · 4 years ago

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Jiara July Jubilee

Day 3, 28th of July- AU day

words: 4k

Kiara Carrera watched in disbelief as yet another Bilia set off the alarms at her parents’ grocery store. They turned visible with a sigh, revealing to her that it was a blonde, disheveled looking boy. He sulked to the front desk, stolen items in hand.

Bilias we’re constantly trying to steal. When powers, or Dicios, first arrived, they were at the top of the food chain. They could get or do anything without getting caught, and everyone else began to resent them for it. Technology that could detect them was made to prevent them from stealing or committing any crimes, which was fine, but it was the stereotypes that did the damage. The Bilias that didn’t do anything wrong we’re shunned by society, and therefore had to turn to crime to survive. It was a dangerous cycle.

“What’s the point of being able to go invisible when you can’t do shit with it?” the boy mumbled as he placed a collection of canned goods and non-perishable food in front of Kiara.

“Go rob some other place. Your type’s getting on my nerves,” she replied as she grabbed the items and stacked them neatly beside her.

The boy studied her with a furrowed eyebrow. “What are you?”

“Mare,” Kiara told him.

The way his face lit up at that was no surprise. Mares were the most desired Dicio, on account of both their powerful abilities and intelligence. Most figures of power were Mares due to their brains and hearts, and they created the perfect blend of kind yet respected leaders. Being able to move water was just an added bonus.

The boy’s eyes widened. “Ugh, that’s so cool! Getting to control water? I wish! Instead I’m just stuck as a stupid Bilia.”

“Turning invisible’s pretty cool,” Kiara shrugged.

“I dunno,” the boy scoffed. “There’s all this bullshit technology now, we can’t do anything. We’re basically human at this point.”

“We’re all human,” Kiara reminded him. “Literally the only thing that differentiates us is our Dicios. You’re acting like we’re completely different species.”

The boy shook his head. “We basically are. And Bilias? We’re fucking dying off. I swear, the world’s against us. How are we supposed to survive when we can’t steal?”

Kiara raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you could get jobs and buy things like everyone else? Just a suggestion.”

The boy laughed as if that was the most ridiculous thing he’d heard. “Ha! Easy for you to say when you’re a Mare.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kiara asked, feeling herself get defensive.

“You know what it means,” the boy said. “Everyone wants to hire Mares ‘cause you’re the smart ones. All the other Dicios have things that make them useful, especially y’all, but Bilias? No, we were literally born to steal, and we can’t even do that. No one wants to hire an invisible kleptomaniac, so we’re just forced to rot.”

Kiara watched him rant, taking in his words. “What do you need this food for?”

The boy deflated and looked down, his passion drained. “My mom is sick, and my dad is... complicated.”

Kiara frowned, studying his solemn expression, his blue eyes filled with shame. “How old are you?”

The boy shrugged. “Sixteen.” he smiled bleakly and read her name tag. “Why, are you trying to pick me up, Kie- fuck, how do you even say your name?”

“Kiara,” she hummed. “What’s your name?”

“John James,” the boy replied, looking proud. “But I go by JJ. JJ Maybank.”

“Maybank?” Kiara repeated. “As in Luke Maybank?”

JJ flinched at the name. “I guess. How do you know my dad?”

“He used to be friends with mine,” Kiara frowned. “He’s kind of public enemy number one around here. He stole shit from my dad, the owner, or something. I don’t know.”

Truthfully, she did know. Her father had gone over the story countless times. He was constantly ranting about how she shouldn’t trust Bilias, and about how Luke Maybank had ruined his life. They were best friends in high school; an unlikely pair. They opened a business together, a grocery store where Kiara’s mom and Luke’s wife could sell their fruits and vegetables. It started off great, a sweet grocery store full of fresh food and joy. Then Luke Maybank got busted for fraud and for stealing from the company, and Fresh Carrera’s became the depressing place Kiara knew and hated.

“That sounds like him,” JJ sighed. “I guess I should leave, then. Sorry for wasting your time.”

He turned to leave, but some sort of awful moral code made Kiara call out to him. She held out a can of chicken soup, and he looked shocked as he took it into his own hands.

“For your mom,” Kiara said. “I can’t give you anymore, or my parents will literally kill me, but you can come back some time.”

JJ was staring at the can in his hands like it was a million bucks, and he was holding it like it was a cracked egg. “Thank you so much, Kie..?”

“Kiara,” she nodded. “But you can call me Kie.”

JJ smiled. “Thank you. I’ll pay you back, okay? I’ll get money, I’ll-”

“It’s okay,” Kiara interrupted. “Just promise to come back, and we’ll be okay.”

JJ looked giddy as he nodded and practically skipped out of the store. Kiara watched him go, bewildered by the boy. She had never met someone like him; someone so confident yet reserved at the same time. He had ranted about life’s cruelty without even knowing her name, but struggled to accept a can of soup he was previously going to steal. He was an enigma.

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Kiara was coming back from her break the next day when a familiar voice caught her attention. She looked over to her coworker, Sarah, who was smiling amusedly at a talking JJ, her head titled as she studied him. She was a Vorso, which was similar to a mind reader in the sense that she could see into peoples’ heads. Vorsos never got clear thoughts from people, though; it was just mixtures of emotions and colours, with the occasional memory. They were powerful, but often condescending and sometimes narcissistic. Sarah was alright.

“Y’all okay?” Kiara asked as she approached the pair.

JJ grinned ear to ear when he saw her. “Kie! I was just talking to Sarah here. She’s a Vorso, isn’t that cool?”

Kiara nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

“Wait, can you read me when I’m invisible?” JJ asked, practically buzzing with excitement.

Sarah shrugged. “Only one way to find out, right?”

JJ disappeared, and Kiara had to admit that it was weird. She has seen Bilias reappear many times after they’d been caught shoplifting, but there was something about seeing them disappear that was even more unnerving. It was hard to believe JJ was still there.

Sarah shook her head. “I’m not getting anything, man.”

JJ was beaming when he reappeared. “Really? Oh, that’s awesome!”

Kiara watched the pair smile at each other, growing unreasonably uncomfortable. “So, what have you guys been talking about?”

“Anything,” Sarah shrugged, giving Kiara a knowing look.

Kiara turned to JJ, ignoring her coworker’s stare. “Hey, I still have to hold up my end of the deal. Wanna go get something?”

JJ grinned and bounced away, headed straight for the canned goods aisle. The girls watched him go, both equally perplexed by everything about him.

Sarah lowered her voice as soon as he was out of sight. “You’ve known him for, like, a day and you’re in love with him? Calm down, Kiara, your emotions are spiky!”

“I’m not in love with him!” Kiara whispered back. “I am amused and interested, okay?

One thing about Vorsos were that they really didn’t have any boundaries. They knew exactly what everyone was thinking, so they figured they didn’t need them. That never stopped Kiara from wanting to shrivel up and die every time one of them read her.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Are you forgetting that I can see inside your head? And let me tell you, it is messy in there. You care so much for him, and- what is that, jealousy? I-”

“He’s coming back!” Kiara hissed, cutting the other girl off. Sarah smirked at the flushed look on her friend’s face and watched JJ round a corner.

He returned with what had to be the largest can of tinned peaches in the store. He smiled sheepishly at Kiara’s expression as she studied it, Sarah looking over her shoulder.

“You can have it,” Kiara sighed.

JJ jumped and clasped his hands together. “Thank you so much you absolute queen! Do you want me to stay, or should I haul ass?”

Kiara waved her hand. “You should probably get out before my dad catches you.”

JJ nodded and turned to leave, the giant can in hand, but paused and suddenly returned. “Almost forgot,” he said as he pulled out a piece of paper and grabbed a nearby pen. He scribbled something down and saluted the girls, leaving before they could read it.

Kiara couldnt help but smile as she pieced up the piece of scrap paper. She bit her lip as her cheeks flushed, praying Sarah somehow couldn’t sense what she was feeling.

Of course, Sarah just chuckled lightly and shook her head. “Not in love with him, huh?” she teased as she turned to go back to her counter.

Kiara didn’t bother denying it. She just clutched the paper tightly, feeling stupid by how flushed she felt but not doing anything to change it. She looked at the exit, where JJ had just left, and let herself enjoy the odd rush of happiness his actions has cause. She looked down at the number scribbled out onto the piece of paper and slowly typed it into her phone.

JJ and Kiara had spent almost the whole night talking. She was a wreck in the morning, struggling to get up despite the excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of seeing JJ. She had discovered the previous night that they had a lot in common; the only real differences were their Dicios and social stance.

Her parents looked concerned as they all sat down for breakfast. Kiara was picking at her food, too exhausted to even take a bite. She kept staring off into space, and she probably looked like a mess.

“Are you alright, honey?” Anna, her overbearing mother, asked gently.

Kiara blinked, barely processing the words. “Uh, yeah.”

“You look tired,” her father, Mike, cut in. “You don’t have to work. Do you want today off?”

Kiara processed that. She quickly shook her head. “No, no. I’m fine. I wanna work today.” She couldn’t risk missing JJ.

Mike nodded, but he didn’t look convinced. “Alright, but I don’t want you to overwork yourself. It’s Summer vacation, you can stop working now.”

“No, I don’t want to,” Kiara said. She has wanted to quit her job since the second her parents gave it to her, really, and was only working so she could afford to go on a wildlife retreat with Sarah. She had a new motivation to stay, though, and that was in the form of a tall, lanky, blue eyed boy. She couldn’t tell her parents that, though; not while knowing how much her parents would hate him. He was Luke Maybank’s kid, after all, and a Bilia. It was a classic Romeo and Juliet situation.

Kiara jumped when her phone buzzed, revealing a text from JJ that mentioned seeing her at the grocery store. She stood up, abandoning her breakfast, and waved her parents goodbye as she rushed out the door, ignoring their concerned shouts. She already had her employee bag with her, and clocking in early wouldn’t do her any harm. She knew that it was ridiculous to be so eager, and because there was still bound to be at least an hour before JJ arrived, but she couldn’t help her excitement.

She paused in the middle of the street as it dawned on her that Sarah was right. Maybe she wasn’t in love with him, but she definitely liked him. She had known him for two days and was running to the place she dreaded just for the chance to see him. She’d never felt that way about anyone before.

Someone bumped into her, alerting her that he has just frozen in a very public area. She turned red as she continued walking, acting more reasonably now that she had remembered there were people around. Every now and then, someone would look at her oddly, their eyes lingering for just a moment too long, and Kiara knew they were Vorsos sensing that she was overwhelmed. She brushed the stares off and and walked into Fresh Carrera’s, relieved to see Sarah.

“Woah, hey, are you alright?” Sarah asked the second she saw her. It was probably already clear that Kiara was a mess, but her emotions were sure to be a much more accurate teller.

Kiara sighed. “You were right. I like JJ.”

Sarah, grinned and gently pushed her arm. “Yeah, I know. I’m always right. But seriously, are you okay? No offence, but you look terrible.”

“None taken,” Kiara yawned. “I was talking to JJ all night. I got, like, two hours of sleep.”

“Why’d you bother coming in?” Sarah asked. “Do I need to remind you that you’re the owner’s kid? Your last name is literally on this building.”

Kiara blushed. “Yeah, but, JJ might be coming in today.”

Sarah smiled slyly and nodded. “Oh, I see. You’re waiting around for a chance to see your boyfriend, huh? Okay, okay. I see you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Kiara said, adding a roll of the eyes for affect. “But, yeah, I wanna see him.”

“Me too,” Sarah grinned. “He’s cute. Absolute eye candy.”

Kiara gasped and pushed her friend’s shoulder. Sarah giggled and ducked away, preparing to push Kiara back when she stopped and a grin stretched across her face.

“Cutie’s here,” she said, her voice low so JJ, who was waving at the pair, wouldn’t hear.

Kiara spun around, her eyebrows furrowing as she got a good look at JJ’s face. There was a bruise blossoming against his cheek, accompanied by a small cut on the same spot. He was smiling so widely that she wasn’t even sure he knew it was there.

“What happened to your face?” she asked.

JJ shrugged. “Got in a fight with a Cursor. Cocky bastards.”

For a second, Kiara believed him. Cursors had the ability to move quickly, but they were as dumb as a rock and their egos stretched to Mars. It wasn’t too far fetched for him to have gotten in a fight with one, especially since he was a Bilia. It was when she saw Sarah that she realised something was up. She was staring at him, her head titled and her mouth slightly ajar, her eyes darting back and forth. She was seeing something, and it wasn’t good.

Sarah wasn’t saying anything, but JJ almost looked nervous that she would. The two were staring at each other, Sarah trying to decipher his secret as JJ tried desperately to hide it. Kiara just watched them, wishing she could see whatever was going on in their heads.

Eventually, Sarah looked away, shooting a concerned look in her coworker’s direction. Kiara returned the expression before she was pulled away by JJ, who was back to grinning like he usually would. She searched his eyes for a moment, trying to see whatever Sarah had. She wasn’t a Vorso, though, and there was no telling what Sarah had seen.

“Are you okay?” Kiara asked gently.

“Of course,” JJ quipped. “Are you? You look tired.”

Kiara’s chuckled. “Yeah, thanks to you. I was up all night because of your relentless texting, man.”

JJ smiled, knowing she was joking. “Oh, you loved it.”

The bickering continued for a while, eventually ending with JJ grabbing more peaches and going. She walked over to Sarah as soon as he was gone, the question on her mind obvious.

To her surprise, Sarah just shrugged. “It’s not really my place to tell.”

Kiara took those words in, trying to decipher what they meant. It was obvious Sarah knew what had happened with JJ, but she’s usually tell her everything. Sarah never stopped talking, and she over-shared everything she’d learnt. JJ’s secret must have been terrible if it meant even Sarah wasn’t letting it go.

Kiara was buzzing with excitement as she waited for JJ to arrive the next day, but that grew into worry as hours passed and there was still no sign of him. She texted him, a quick ‘where are you?’, and waited again.

And waited.

And he never arrived.

The next day, the same thing happened, and it happened again the day after that. Kiara hadn’t spoken to JJ in three days when she began to get anxious. There were so many possibilities, each of them equally terrible, and just thinking about them made her stomach twist.

She rushed to Sarah, who was serving a shopper, and waited until she was done. Sarah noticed her distress and approached her slowly, looking concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I haven’t heard from JJ in three days and I’m really worried,” Kiara rambled. “I know he couldn’t have just ghosted me or something, but he’s not like that, you know? We’d only been talking for a little while, but I feel like I really know him, and this isn’t like him at all. I’m really worried, cause I don’t know what happened, and it could be anything. Like, what if he tried to shoplift and got arrested, and now he’s just sitting in jail with no one to bail him out? Or what if whatever happened the other day that you won’t tell me about happened again, but worse? Or-”

Sarah placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll find him, alright? My shift ends in fifteen minutes, and we can leave then. I know some Bilias we could text in the meantime, they might know him.”

Kiara nodded, calming down as Sarah pulled out her phone and dialed a number. “Hey, John B? Yeah, it’s me. Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I’m fine, I’ve just gotta ask you a question. Okay, do you know a JJ? He’s a Bilia, like you. Oh, really? Great! Do you know where he might be? Wait, you haven’t seen him? Shit, we haven’t either. Yeah, he’s been stopping by at the grocery store. My coworker’s in love with him. Yeah, Kiara. He told you? Cute. But, seriously, she’s really worried. Do you know where he might me? Uh huh. Yep. Okay, thanks. I’ll see you soon.”

Sarah hung up. “Okay, John B says he’s gonna meet us with another friend, and then we’re going to drop by his house. They’re best friends, isn’t that such a coincidence?”

“Okay, that’s great,” Kiara said, “but did he say anything about what’s been up? Does he know what’s wrong?”

Sarah shook her head. “No, he’s just as clueless as us. He says JJ does this a lot, though, so you shouldn’t worry.”

“Where is he usually?” Kiara asked.

Sarah shrugged. “John B said they usually just find him at his house, or that he eventually wanders over to his place. I’m sure he’s fine.”

Kiara exhaled shakily. “Should I be this worried? Is it weird?”

“No, you care about him,” Sarah replied. “And he cares about you too. I can tell.”

The pair waited for a while in an uncomfortable and stressful silence. Sarah perler up when a van pulled up outside, and a tall boy with dirty blonde hair and a bandana around his neck walked out, accompanied by another boy that was talking about something the other wasn’t listening to.

“Hey, Sarah,” the first one greeted. “This is Pope, and you must be Kiara. I’m John B.”

Kiara nodded, and then waved at Pope, who smiled shyly and looked down.

“Can we go now?” Kiara asked, motioning to outside.

John B led them into the van. “You seriously don’t have to worry. He disappears a lot. It’s usually just family stuff, but he’s always fine. He’ll be fine.”

Kiara has never been in the Bilia part of town. They were secluded from everything else, living in small, run down houses. Her parents always warned her to stay away, and she’d listened until she met JJ. She had never believed that a Bilia could be someone she would care so much about.

“This is it,” John B said as pulled up in front of a small, one-story house Kiara would barely call a home. It was messy, covered in wild plants and cracked paint.

The teens all clambered out of the van, John B and Pope in the lead as the girls trailed behind them uncertainly. The boys looked around for a moment, circling the house quietly, searching for something.

“His dad’s not home,” Pope told them as they came back. “We can go in.”

Kara was relieved by that. She didn’t think she could face Luke Maybank, even if he didn’t know who she was. If he was as bad as her dad said he was, she didn’t ever want to meet him. She couldn’t imagine how hard it was to have him as a dad.

She froze, suddenly piecing something together. The bruise on his face, the terrified look on Sarah’s face. She didn’t want to think it was true, but was it his own dad that had done that? Her heart felt like it was going to burst from her skin, and she was about to spiral when her thoughts were interrupted by a quiet “oh, shit” from John B.

She hadn’t even noticed that they were in the house. Pope and John B were staring at something, but Kiara couldn’t see anything where they were looking. She looked to Sarah, who seemed just as confused as she was. John B knelt down, his arms outstretched, and the girls both gasped as JJ suddenly appeared.

He looked absolutely wrecked. His knees were pulled to his chest and his eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears. He was crying silently, but it turned into sobs as soon as John B pulled him into a hug. Kiara felt her breathing restrict as she watched, frozen.

“She’s dead,” JJ sobbed. “She’s dead.”

His mother. Of course. Kiara had almost forgotten, but it was one of the first things he mentioned to her. It was the reason she let him take the can of chicken soup, and why she told him to come back. It was the reason it had all happened, but she hadn’t even remembered.

She sat down beside him and began running her fingers through his hair. He leaned into the touch, and Kiara felt an odd swell of pride as he began to calm down. She gently ran her hand up and down his arm, bringing him closer to her as his breathing began to even out.

“Hey, watch this,” she whispered, taking out a small drink bottle she always kept with her.

JJ lifted his head, watching as she rose the water from the bottle and made it swirl around. She made it circle in front of JJ, making little shapes and patterns. He just stared at it, eyes wide and fascinated, as it turned into a little floating love heart. He looked mesmerised, tears forgotten, and the other three teens were in a similar state of awe.

She played with the water for a while, letting JJ tell her what to turn it into or where to make it go. Eventually, he was smiling, and Pope, John B and Sarah walked out of the room. Kiara head ached from how long she’d been using her Dicio, but she didn’t mind if it meant JJ was happy. She’d do anything to comfirm that.

“Thank you,” JJ said, his voice hoarse. “You’re pretty cool.”

Kiara let a single droplet of water fall on his nose, making them both laugh. “You are too.”

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Love at Hogwart: Part 2

Hey guys! Here’s part two of my short Jelsa-in-Hogwarts fanfic.

Here’s part 1.

.....

The next day, Elsa was walking down the corridor towards the Great Hall when she noticed the stares and whispers directed towards her. She shook it off as she took a seat next to her sister, who was staring seriously at a Potions textbook.

"Someone seems pretty studious early in the morning," she commented as she loaded her plate with the delicacies placed before them.

Anna looked up and smiled, placing the book on the table. "And someone finally decided to show up for breakfast. What took you so long?"

"Frollo made me run a few errands early in the morning. Seems like he's still pissed about getting his ass kicked yesterday."

"Speaking of which," Anna grinned slyly and Elsa instantly knew she wasn't gonna like whatever her sister had on her mind, "what was all that with Frost yesterday, huh? You guys were getting pretty chummy."

Having mastered the skill of hiding her emotions in front of her sister -and anyone else for that matter-, Elsa just gave an indifferent shrug. "I don't know what you are talking about."

Elsa hoped the conversation would end there but obviously, Anna had other plans. "Oh come on!" Her sister insisted as she nudged her, "Everyone saw what happened yesterday. No one expected Jack to come bursting in the minute you were threatened."

Elsa continued to look indifferent as she calmly ate her food. "It was just a coincidence, Anna."

But Anna didn't seem to believe her as she stood up and shouldered her bag, her Potions textbook in hand. "Keep telling that to yourself." And just like that, she turned around and sashayed out of the Hall.

Elsa sighed, finishing her breakfast quickly before heading to her own class. Her legs were on autopilot as her mind wandered in thought, rerunning Anna's words in her head. She pretended not to notice all the attention she was receiving for just walking to her class.

Elsa was used to having attention on her all the time. She was the Head Girl after all. Students looked up to her while a few others even envied her, all for the same reasons. She was popular -she couldn't deny that- with the teachers and students. And she didn't mind the attention because that didn't change who she really was.

But this time... This time felt different. They were staring at her weirdly and whispers followed her everywhere. Assuming that another ridiculous rumour must've spread, Elsa didn't let the attention affect her as she entered her class and took a seat with Astrid.

They exchanged pleasantries and quietened down when Frollo entered their class. Elsa cast a quick glance around the class, noticing that Jack had not yet arrived.

She paused when she realised that she was searching for Jack -again- and looked forward stubbornly as Frollo placed a cauldron on his desk. He removed its lid and Elsa was suddenly met with a whiff of fresh air, like the winds that blow against your face when you're standing at a great height. The smell then changed into a weirdly familiar one, which reminded Elsa of all the days she spent playing in the snow with Anna.

"As I informed in our previous class, we shall finally be continuing your study of Amortentia. We're not gonna waste our time with the basics which you've already learnt last year. So, open your books to page 115 where y-"

"Made it!"

Elsa blinked in surprise as every head in the class turned to the door where Jack had made his grand entry by throwing open the huge wooden doors. His pure and child-like grin turned sheepish when met with the rest of the class and Elsa swore he turned pink and looked away in those two seconds when her eyes met his.

Seeing the enraged look on Frollo's face, Jack couldn't help but smirk. "Hello Professor," he bowed dramatically, tipping his imaginary hat.

"Mr. Frost-!"

"Mmmhm!" Jack interrupted him, taking a very deep breath before continuing, "Who the hell managed to sneak in chocolates! And is that the scent of year-old library books that I smell? What? Everyone forgot to bring textbooks or something?"

"Mr. Frost take your seat or get out of my class at once!" Frollo fumed, nostrils flaring as he struggled to keep calm. "Detention, Mr. Frost!"

Unfazed, Jack took his time to stroll to his place, knowing the effect he had on the professor.

Just as Frollo opened his mouth to talk, Professor Flora, the Gryffindor head, requested a few minutes to talk to him. Sighing in frustration, he stomped out of the class.

Whispers burst in the class, everyone discussing excitedly of Jack's announcement of the scents he smelt.

"Whom do you think it might be?" Asked Aurora, a Hufflepuff who was sitting behind Elsa and Astrid.

"Geez, I wonder," Astrid smirked, crossing her arms and leaning back as she looked directly at Elsa, "I wonder who loves chocolate and visits the library on a daily basis."

Elsa glared at her as she shoved her. Her eyes treacherously glanced at Slytherin Captain who was seated in the back of the class. He was casually listening to Flynn who was probably explaining why everyone was repeatedly glancing at him. Elsa watched as Jack turned red and whipped his head to look at her.

Both of them turned impossibly red and swiftly turned away; Elsa fanning air at her warm face while Jack ran his hand through his hair as he buried himself in his chair. Their brief moment was noticed by the entire class, all of whom exchanged sly glances at each other.

But before anyone could say anything, Frollo entered the class again and howled at them to open their books.

.....

Thump.

"Elsa..."

Thump.

"Elsa, it's not as bad as you think..."

Thump Thump.

"Elsa will you please just listen-"

Thump Thump Thump.

Sighing, Astrid got up from her seat and stood behind Elsa, lifting her head off the table before she could hit it on the furniture again.

Elsa stared miserably at the rest of her group, all of whom were staring at her. "My life's over..." She mumbled, leaning her head back to rest on Astrid's stomach as she closed her eyes.

"Calm down already, lass," Merida grumbled, fiddling with her long curls as she placed her feet on the table.

And even though they were sitting in Anna, Rapunzel and Merida's dorm in the Gryffindor Tower, Elsa discreetly pushed her feet off the table. But Merida just raised an eyebrow before placing them on the table again.

"Easy for you to say," Elsa sighed again, hands reaching up to hold Astrid's which were on her shoulders. "You're not the one who's rumoured to be dating Jack Frost."

"I'd rather die than let that happen," Merida snorted.

Elsa didn't bother to reply to that as she looked at her sister and cousin for a solution. "What can I do to get out of this mess?"

"You know," Astrid started, sitting next to Elsa before swinging an arm around her shoulders, "you could always tell everyone that you're secretly dating me."

Elsa raised an eyebrow but didn't object to it. "What about Hiccup?"

"Oh, I can just tell that I was dating him to hide the fact that I was actually dating the Head Girl instead," She waved it off.

Elsa scrunched her nose in thought as she rested her head on Astrid's shoulder, "With how things are going on now, that actually seems like a good solution."

Anna snorted, resting her chin on her palm as she propped her elbow on the table. "I'm sure once the initial shock wears off, everyone might actually believe that you both have been dating in secret. Hiccup would be heartbroken though."

Astrid smirked, her arm tightening around Elsa, "I'm sure I could set him up with someone else. Frost is the first option. Imagine if Hiccup started dating Snotlout." She snickered.

"As much as this conversation sounds interesting," Rapunzel cut in, unable to hide the grin on her face after imagining what Astrid just suggested, "I think it's about time we headed for dinner."

There were nods all around, except for Elsa who groaned and hit her head on the desk again. She flinched when she felt something prick her forehead, but ignored it as her emotional trauma was more concerning than any physical pain. "I don't wanna..."

"Oh suck it up and start moving already!" Astrid growled, grabbing her hands before yanking her out of her seat.

Elsa followed behind, head bowed as she trusted Astrid to lead her through the crowds into the Great Hall. Her forehead continued hurting but she ignored it again. Thoughts of the afternoon kept flooding in her head, especially how Astrid's comment was heard by all and within two periods, the gossip had spread throughout the school.

And to her surprise and mortification, many people believed this rumour and even asked her how long she'd been dating him. When she had replied that she was not dating anyone, they had proceeded to tell her how much they wished that Elsa and Jack were dating.

Which was incredibly embarrassing and shameful in her opinion.

They finally reached the Hall and Elsa bowed her head even lower, squeezing Astrid's hand a little tighter. Astrid squeezed her hand back in assurance and Elsa couldn't help but smile a little, sending a prayer to all the Gods above for giving her such a great friend.

But it seemed like the Gods liked Elsa a bit too much- when Astrid suddenly stopped as soon as they entered the Hall. She looked up in confusion and her heart dropped when she saw the cause of her troubles casually strolling into the Hall, accompanied by Flynn.

Her heart skipped a beat -out of attraction or fear, she wasn't sure- when he looked at her and their eyes met. She meant to quickly turn away and act as if nothing happened, but her heart continued thundering in her rib cage as he walked towards her, eyes set solely on her. Her legs were almost shaking as he stood before her and she was gripping Astrid's hand so tight that she heard the blonde wince in pain.

And to everyone's surprise, Jack lifted his hand and reached for her forehead. And Elsa was sure that she had died on that spot.

"Snow Queen, what the heck did you do to your forehead?"

My what?

Elsa blinked in confusion and her hand slowly went up to touch her forehead. "What do you mean...?" She touched the side of her forehead but felt nothing, which just increased her confusion.

Jack tsk'ed in irritation and grabbed her hand gently, his other hand reaching to the center of her forehead. "Not there, dummy. Here."

He pressed the spot and Elsa hissed when sudden pain shot throughout her forehead.

"Ow!" She yelped, both hands touching the spot where it hurt. She felt wetness on her finger and saw a tiny drop of blood on her fingertip.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" Jack apologized quickly, slowly pulling her hands away from her face to examine her cut.

The cut on her head -which she assumed was formed when she was repeatedly banging her head on the table- was less painful than her actual headache which was probably why she never noticed it- though she felt it prick. But all thoughts of her forehead and the rumours flew out of her head when she felt his gentle touches on her forehead.

Jack stared at the cut for a few more seconds before he started searching through his pockets. "Where did I keep the bandage..." He muttered, patting his pant's back pockets.

"Oh, I think I have one..." Rapunzel stepped forward, inserting her hands through her own pockets.

"No, it's okay, I found it." Jack shot her a smile before pulling out a bandage. He turned to Elsa, opening the bandage as he muttered. "How the hell did you even get it cut...?"

"Um, sorry..." Elsa replied sheepishly, watching as he gingerly peeled the back wrapper off the bandage.

He just muttered something under his breath, reaching up to put it on her cut.

"Oh no, it's okay, I can do it by myself..." Elsa took a step back, her hands reaching up to take the bandage from his hands.

But Jack just raised an eyebrow and after a staring contest which lasted for a few seconds, Elsa finally relented, sighing as she closed her eyes. She opened them but kept her gaze glued to the ground, heat spreading across her face till the tips of her ears.

Once he was done, Jack gave a slow hum of approval. And just when Elsa thought this torture was over, she was surprised yet again when he patted her head, causing her to look up at him for once.

"Don't be such an airhead, Ms. Head Girl." And just like that, he shot her a smile before walking away to his table.

Elsa would have stood there, dazed, for the rest of the day, if not for the unsettling silence in the Hall full of students. And that's when she realised that everyone had seen what had happened.

Oh fuck.

.....

My life is ruined...

Elsa groaned, pulling her knees closer to her chest before burying her face in them. Why on earth did Jack have to be so sweet to her in front of the whole goddamn school? Why didn't he just be mean like how he usually was? And even if he did want to be sweet, why in front of everyone?!

She let out another tired sigh and shifted her head, placing her hands below her face. The bandage on her forehead brushed against her hand and Elsa's mind reran the entire moment once again, just for the sake of torturing her.

Shaking her head, she decided it was about time she joined the others inside. But just when she got up to leave, she spotted two figures in a short distance.

"I should probably tell them to get in. Its almost curfew after all," Elsa muttered, walking towards them. On the way, she adjusted her bangs, mentally thanking Rapunzel for covering the bandage using her hair-styling techniques.

The closer she walked towards them, the clearer she could hear their voices, which seemed really familiar. And Elsa paused, eyebrows furrowing when she recognised the owners of the voices. Looking around, she quickly slunk behind a tree, ignoring the logical side of her that said that eavesdropping was bad.

What the heck are Jack and Hans up to, especially after yesterday?

"Is it really hard for you to leave me alone?" Jack raised an eyebrow, slipping his hands into his pockets casually. "I mean, I know I'm attractive dude, but I'm not interested in guys so..."

"You're too cheap to attract me, Frost," Hans countered, his voice sounding casual but Elsa noted the sarcasm and hostility hidden in it, "but I do know who you're attracted to."

Elsa's breath was caught in her throat at those words.

So he has someone whom he likes...?

"You're not the first to know, buddy," Jack replied. "Trust me when I tell you that people around me noticed my crush way before I figured it out myself."

"Hm. Then you must also know that she's way out of your league and you'd just ruin her reputation by even getting close to her. Such a pity, isn't it? Frost can't date the girl he likes 'cause she'll never like him back." Hans sneered.

Though it was slight and barely noticeable, Elsa felt the temperature drop as Jack tightened his grip around his staff. Hans didn't seem to notice or he at least pretended not to notice as he continued smirking smugly. He strolled forward and placed a hand on Jack's shoulder, though Jack kept his gaze firmly stuck to the ground. He said something softly, before turning around and walking away.

Elsa shifted her gaze from his retreating form to Jack's dejected one, and finally decided to come out of hiding.

"Frost?" She called out, pretending to have just arrived, "what are you doing here?"

Jack didn't reply for a few seconds, which gave Elsa the time to walk closer and stand in front of him.

"Um, Jack?" She called him again.

Confused by the lack of response, Elsa reached out to place her hand on his shoulder when suddenly, his hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. Her heard thumping loudly, Elsa stared with wide eyes how Jack stepped closer to her, putting mere inches of distance between them.

"Tell me Snowflake," Jack breathed out and Elsa bit her lip when the smell of mint ice cream -which he probably had for dinner- hit her nose.

How can his breath smell so good when mine stinks of chocolate?!

"Do you have a crush on Hans Westergaard?" He asked softly.

All the embarrassment she felt was replaced with confusion and disgust in a fraction of second. "What?" Elsa blinked, nose scrunching in repulsion, "Ew, gross, no! I have a certain amount of respect for everyone in this school except him! He's the asshole who played with my sister's feelings!"

"So you'd never fall for him?"

"Of course not!"

"Good." Jack nodded, showing a small smirk as he leaned closer to her, "I'd be so disappointed if your crush had been that guy."

Elsa turned red again and stubbornly looked off to the side before muttering, "Whom I have a crush on has nothing that concerns you."

Even if you are the crush in question.

Again, there was no reply from him which prompted Elsa to look up at him. Their eyes met, and Elsa couldn't bring herself to look away. And with intense embarrassment, she realized that she actually liked the close-up view of his beautiful electric blue eyes. It was kinda awkward staring directly into someone's eyes for many seconds. Yet, as much as her head screamed at her to look away, Jack had her completely under his spell.

Pinching herself to break her out of her trance, Elsa finally forced her head to turn away. She almost sighed in relief when he stepped back as well. The tension was so thick in the air that Elsa couldn't breathe properly. And just before their awkwardness could increase, Jack broke the silence, saying, "So... you free on Hogsmeade visit day next week?"

"I... haven't made any plans yet," Elsa admitted.

"Cool. You wanna come with me?" He asked casually, starting to walk towards the Great Hall with his hands shoved into his pockets.

Elsa froze, going into shock mode as she processed his words.

Did he just ask me out on a possible date...?

Hearing her lack of reply, Jack stopped and turned around. "You don't have to force yourself. It's completely your choice."

"Huh-?" Elsa stammered, blinking a few times before clearing her throat. "Ah, its not that I don't want to. I was just... surprised." She caught up to him and they walked side-by-side.

"So...?"

Elsa breathed deeply, trying to calm her raging blush as she replied, "I'd love to."

.....

Hope ya’ll liked it.

#frozen #frozen 2 #jelsa #elsa #jack frost #rotg #rise of the guardians #jack frost x elsa #jack and elsa #jack frost and elsa #jack x emilia #jelsa fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #jelsa fanfiction

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talpup · 5 years ago

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Chaos

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of violence, sex, questionable con, and non-con (though we’re thankfully done with that), and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20155333/chapters/52159921

34.1

Shouta was a mess. Hizashi had never seen his friend in such a state. Even after Reyanna had wiped her memories and gone to slumber... Never had the Angel seen the Daimon so openly at a loss of what to do. But here Shouta was, having trouble simply choosing from the options he and the others threw out.

Hizashi watched the Daimon nervously as the others argued.

“We have to do something!” Hitoshi stressed, when Dabi shot down another of his ideas.

“Like what? Storm the place?” Shigaraki scoffed.

Shigaraki looked away, shaking his head in disgust. If the Nephilim, Llaes, and stupid over-proud Archangel wanted to go get themselves killed, what business was it of his?

Dabi crossed his arms and griped. “Much as I hate to say it, Creepy’s right. We can’t get in.”

Maybe Reyanna had more of her father in her than he had originally imagined. Before this, Dabi wouldn’t have thought the woman had it in her to go so completely against Aizawa’s wishes. Stupid as the move was, he couldn’t help but respect her for it. That’s because you’re the king of stupid moves, Dabi thought to himself.

Just hope the Nephew’s alright. Dabi’s eyes widened at that. Had he just thought of that little, awkward brat as his nephew? No. No, he hadn’t. And no, he didn’t hope Todoroki was alright. In fact, he hoped the kid died up there.

Fat chance of that Dabi thought. With one step down and the other happening up in heaven, the Host would simply take Todoroki under their care. Help him finish the steps. And force him to close the gates of hell.

Well at least he had his soul and wouldn’t be sucked into hell and locked away with the rest of them. He glanced at Shigaraki wondering what he would do if that happened. Shigaraki didn’t seem the type to kill himself; but a true death would be better than whatever he would face down there.

He had little doubt that Aizawa would be drawn in and locked away with the rest. It didn’t matter that Aizawa wasn’t attached and working for hell, he was still a Daimon. Though he did wonder about Reyanna. She was Lucifer's daughter. And what about Himiko? Jin wouldn’t be happy if he was shut away from his Nephilim girlfriend.

Dabi shook his head. What did he care how things went down, or whether lover’s ended up together or not. He would be fine, that’s all the mattered.

“Shouta?” Hizashi tried, one more time.

Shouta’s wild, blank eyes blinked at the Angel. He was caught in a whirlwind of so many thoughts and emotions that it was impossible to see, let alone think, clearly. An idea or feeling would tear through him; and just when he was starting to acclimate to it another would strike and send him reeling.

He wanted to kill. He wanted to cry. He wanted to rave and rage, and end things. He wanted to beg, and plead, and bargain. He wanted to tear the gates of heaven down and lay waste to the place till they gave him his Kitten back. And once he got her… What would he do? His mind searched and planned. Yes! Once he got her, heaven help her. No! He wouldn’t punish her. He would love her and apologize, and promise to be better.

But how would he get her back? What should he do? What could he do? Fuck! He should have killed Hawks before he left. He never should have left. He should’ve told Hizashi to stay till he got back. He should have told Reyanna everything. No. She could never know. Never remember...

Hizashi waited a beat, but it was clear that Shouta couldn’t get passed whatever chaos his mind was lost in. Fine, he thought. I’ll decide. It felt weird giving orders, especially with his old Commander standing right there; but so long as he didn’t think too much about it Hizashi felt he could bluster his way through.

“I’ll go up to heaven and get Anna out.” Hizashi said.

“Just Anna?” Hitoshi asked.

“Todoroki will have to be a curtain call decision.” Hizashi said, trying to ignore the Were’s look of concern.

“Heaven might want him, but they don’t want him dead.” Dabi eased, silently screaming at himself to shut up and not care. What the hell was the matter with him?

Hitoshi gave a small nod of understanding.

“So what do we do?” Hitoshi asked, flicking a nervous glance at his mentor.

He would feel so much better if Aizawa were the one giving the orders. Hell, Hitoshi would settle for his mentor to appear present and aware of the conversation.

Hizashi couldn’t help but glance at Shouta too, searching for his friends approval. If Shouta wasn’t going to take charge, the least the Daimon could do was give some sign of his endorsement. But the glassy sheen of Shouta's eyes made it clear that Hizashi wasn’t going to get even that.

“Go to the gates of heaven.” Hizashi instructed, feeling less certain now that he had said it aloud.

“The gates of heaven?” Dabi echoed.

“The Host can leave heaven from anywhere, but Reyanna and Todoroki will have to exit through the gates.” Hizashi informed.

“So, you want us to bring attention to the place they’ll be escaping from?” Dabi questioned, as if the Angel was an idiot. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”

Hizashi felt like yelling that, no, he wasn’t. This was his first time in any kind of command situation. And Reyanna’s life might depend on what you decide, he thought. Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! He felt enough weight and fear over the situation without his inner thoughts reminding him of things he already knew.

He glanced at Shouta wondering how the hell the Daimon did it. Shouta always looked so certain when he decided things, even when those decisions might cost someone their life.

Well it’s easy when you only care about one persons life, Hizashi thought with a slight twinge of bitterness. He was the second most important person in Shouta’s life; but he held no illusions that Shouta would send him to his death if it was for Reyanna’s sake. Hell, Shouta probably wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if it was somehow for Reyanna’s good.

The thought made Hizashi set his jaw and order. “Go to the gates of heaven. Hell will be there.”

Dabi blinked.

That’s right, he thought. Outside of the houses shielding Todoroki’s presence would be sensed by heaven and hell who were looking for him. ...What the hell were Reyanna and Hawks thinking?

“They’re as good as caught and dead already.” Dabi said of Hawks and Reyanna.

His throat bobbed, swallowing the lump of bitter bile that rose up. He wouldn't miss Hawks, but it was a shame about Reyanna. Not to mention, even with all of heaven helping Todoroki, Dabi was certain the Llaes’ task would be impossible to complete without Reyanna.

Hitoshi and Hizashi yelled at him.

“Heaven won’t be able to easily track them once they’re inside.” Hizashi said. “And with hell at the gates...”

Dabi ignored the swell of relief he felt at that. So they might still be alive...

Those from to hell might not be able to simply walk into heaven, but they could battle for ground. It would be costly, but with one step down, Lucifer wouldn’t care about the cost.

“You want us to fight.” Hitoshi said, as if he were willing and ready to face all of heaven and hell to see Todoroki again.

“I want you to let heaven and hell fight, but keep a pocket near the gates claimed for us.” Hizashi said.

Understanding finally dawned. It wasn’t the best plan Dabi had ever heard. Hell, it wasn’t really a plan at all. But under the circumstances, he supposed it was the best option they had.

“You want us to keep a space near the gates clear for Reyanna and the kid to exit so they can be flinted away before anyone fighting gets a hold of them. We can do that.”

What! What was he saying? They couldn’t do that. More over Dabi didn’t want to. Sure, these people risked their lives to free his soul; but he had never asked them to. Yeah, Todoroki might be a relative; but his family had never cared about him, and his relation to the Llaes was so distant it may as well be nonexistent. So why the hell was he willing to help?

Dabi ground his teeth. It was his soul. It had to be his damn soul. Shit! He had feared something like this would happen when Todoroki had told him to take the damn thing.

What kind of person would he turn into if he kept the God forsaken thing? What kind of stupid, selfless things would he offer to do next? Help treed cats? Or little old ladies with their groceries? He should rip the damned thing out now; before it corrupted him any further.

“If we’re doing this we may as well get to it.” Shigaraki grumbled, stepping closer to the group.

Stunned, Dabi turned to the other demon. “You’re going?”

Shigaraki pulled Sakamata’s hand out of his coat pocket. “Kai will be there. Won’t he?”

Hizashi stared at the severed hand.

Shouta came to life at the mention of the Daimon General's name.

Blade dropping into his hand, Shouta growled. “Kai’s mine.”

34.2

Reyanna stood just inside Naomasa’s office, keeping watch while Todoroki and Hawks looked for Hawks’ restraint in the adjacent file room.

Their entry into heaven had been easy and unchallenged; as had their journey through the expansive hallways. Reyanna couldn’t help but think that Hawks had been right. That this would be a quick and easy trip.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, the more wary part of her chastised. The trip to hell had been easy, till it all went wrong and suddenly wasn’t. She shook her head, trying to rid her mind of the frightful images that reminder brought. Heaven wasn’t hell. No one here would capture and try to have their way with her.

No, she thought snidely. Up here, they’ll just kill you on sight.

Her hand closed into a fist, the proud fighter in her daring them to try.

She sighed, trying to tune out her warring thoughts. It didn’t matter how stupid, reckless, and dangerous this trip was. They were already here. There was no backing out now.

Reyanna poked her head out into the hallway, looking right and then left. To the left, just around the corner was Toshinori’s office. She ground her teeth.

She had never actually seen the Archangel that wanted her dead. And for some reason, that fact grated now more than ever. Why did a man she had never met, never even spoken to, wish her dead? What had she ever done to him?

Nothing.

She had done nothing to Toshinori or his heaven and yet Toshinori had sent his Assassin after her. Had sent countless others before and after Hawks too. If Hizashi was to be believed, and there was no reason not to believe him, there was a standing order that any member of the Host that happened upon her was to beckon their Chief, and try to kill her.

It made her mad. It made her scared. It made her want to walk over Toshinori’s office and demand answers.

That would be the height of stupidity, she thought as her feet moved to do exactly that.

What the hell are you doing! She yelled at herself.

Getting answers.

What’s the matter with you? Do you have a death wish! Even if Toshinori doesn’t kill you, Shouta will when he finds out.

Shouta will never know unless you tell him.

Me? Tell him? I’m you, you idiot. Why would I tell Shouta? I don’t want to die.

34.3

Standing in Toshinori’s office, Death arched an eyebrow. “Supposed? Do you doubt her parentage?”

The Archangel had just asked him what he knew of the supposed nephilim Reyanna. Well aware of Toshinori’s blood lust for his favored niece, Death would rather avoid the topic of Reyanna. He was sure that if Toshinori learned the truth about the girls complex heritage it would only further the Archangel’s desire to see her life snuffed out.

Toshinori tried not to stare at the way the light in his office was drawn and swallowed by the dark coat Death wore. He had heard tell of Reyanna having a similar power; but surely Death wasn’t be the girls real father.

“As my Lord Father’s brother and one of the first three forces of power, I am sure you are aware of what she did. That this mess with the supposed Child of Hope never should have been. That it’s nothing more than a fabrication. A lie she wrapped countless minds, including her own, around.”

“Who are you to say that the position and purpose of the Llaes never should have--” A strangled noise from the other side of the door brought Death up short.

34.4

Hizashi appeared in the hallway right outside Naomasa’s office just in time to see Reyanna disappear around the corner. What the hell was she doing!

He raced after her as quickly and quietly as he could. Damn it! If she got caught and killed, Shouta was going to kill him.

Reyanna was either too focused on the slightly open door of Toshinori’s office, or he did a really good job of creeping; because she struggled and squeaked in surprise when he picked her up and dragged her back.

Hizashi grimaced. Even with his hand over her mouth, the sound she made was far too loud.

“Shush! It’s me.” He breathed as softly as he could.

Reyanna relaxed in his hold only to tense again. Her eyes widened. She suddenly felt very stupid. Stupid, weak, and helpless. Why had she come this way, seeking out the man who wanted her dead since before her birth? Faced with the fearsome Archangel, she couldn’t remember.

Death reached the office door in time to see Toshinori’s blade drop into his hand.

“Don’t!” Death stretched out a hand, but it was too late.

Toshinori’s blade pierced Reyanna’s chest, going through bone and muscle with no visible resistance.

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas, or joyous season if you don’t celebrate Christmas. Thank you all for sticking with me. Comments, questions, or asks are always appreciated.

This is probably standard by now, but a special thanks to @inorganicone2230 for their help and encouragement.

#bnha #aizawa shouta #yandere aizawa #hizashi yamada #yagi toshinori #bnha hawks #dabi my hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #todoroki shouto #shigaraki tomura #chaos

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qualquercoisa945 · 6 years ago

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Being Awfully Loud For An Introvert

hello guess what b a b e y ya girl is b a c k with part two of this mess of a fanfic!!!! hope you guys like this part, it’s like twice as long as part one so i’m sorry if it gets a little boring but yeee there you go!!

trigger warnings- discussions of emotional and sexual abuse as a main topic during a certain point in the fanfic. please, please be careful while reading. i don’t want to make any of my readers uncomfortable

Tension was clear to feel in the queens’ household. Even Kath, who had just woken up, could sense it.

She knew why, obviously. Her monologue last night had left the queens with quite a bit to think about. Still, she didn’t bother leaving her bed, even after looking at the clock hanging on the wall next to it, only to find out it was nearly mid day.

But it was also their free day from the show. No need to hurry. In fact, no need to leave at all, which was exactly what Kath planned on doing, because after last night, the last thing she wanted was more human interaction.

So, slowly and with a yawn, she sat up. She tried to run a hand through her hair, but was quickly met with a knot. Wincing slightly in pain, she reached out for her hair brush, before slowly, and carefully, beginning to untangle her hair. She tied it up into a ponytail- no need for anything fancier than that.

Then she looked at her clothes- black sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that probably belonged to either Jane or Anne, she couldn’t quite tell. By how big it was on her though, it was probably one of the two.

At the thought of the two queens, the feelings of last night came rushing back, but Kath tried to push them right back. Instead of focusing on them, she stood up to get new clothes- she was going to take just about anything if it helped her feel better, even if just for a moment.

She picked a pink, fluffy long sleeved shirt and jeans- simple, but comfortable. She stretched, pulling her arms above her head, then behind her back with a quiet groan.

And then, she heard Jane’s voice come from the hall.

“Cath, I’m leaving lunch for you, alright?” “Yeah, thank you!”

And with that, steps, and then a knock on her door.

“Kitty-kat?” Jane called softly, and Kath sighed quietly- there went her hopes of not talking to anyone all day.

“Yeah?”

“There’s lunch for you in the kitchen, I’m leaving it there for you, alright?”

“Kay.”

“Okay, if you need anything I’ll be in my room.”

More steps, then a door quietly closing. Kitty could feel the tension in Jane’s body as she walked, her steps were just a tiny bit heavier than usual. She herself was tense, but she wasn’t going to focus on that.

She looked back at the clock. “12:35…” She murmured, going over where the others would usually be around this time- something she’d memorized a while back for days like these, where she didn’t feel like talking to them.

Jane had just said she’d be in her room, which lined up with her usual schedule. Cath usually stayed in her room until around 1 PM, when she’d leave to grab the lunch Jane made her before going back to her room to focus on her writing. Catherine was usually either reading or going through her phone in the living room, and Anne usually either did that or joined Anna on her walk.

Meaning she could probably go downstairs and back to her room without talking to any of them. Perfect.

With the math done, she quietly opened the door, glancing around and listening before sneaking downstairs to the kitchen. There were two plates with sandwiches on the counter and glasses of water beside them. Each of the plates had a sticky note in front of it, one that read “Kath” and one that read “Cath”, both in Jane’s neat cursive.

Kath smiled, grabbing her plate and her glass before making her way back upstairs as silently and quickly as possible. As soon as she set the glass and plate down on her bedside table, she rushed to shut the door, before propping her phone up against the headboard of her bed and sitting cross legged in front of it, watching Youtube videos while eating.

She spent most of the day like that, occasionally stopping to grab a few snacks or drinks from her I Don’t Wanna Get Out Of My Room stash or to go to the bathroom or just, sketch a little or whatever, when she got bored.

Obviously, she’d thought about last night- it was on her mind all day, sometimes on the back, sometimes her main train of thought. But she’d always push it back- today was her free day, and she wasn’t going to ruin it by stressing over that.

She assumed she’d gotten distracted with the time, because when she actually looked at the clock, it was 1 AM. She felt her stomach growl, and she winced slightly, before sighing and pausing the Vine compilation she’d been watching. “Kitchen it is, I suppose.” She muttered as she stood up and made her way there.

She was quiet, trying not to wake up the rest of the queens and thus avoid conversation, but she realized that those efforts were wasted as she looked inside the kitchen, noticing Anne was already there.

She was about to slip away when Anne made eye contact, and then they both just stared at each other for a while in awkward silence.

“Hello.” Anne eventually let out quietly, before beckoning her closer. Kath hesitated, then walked over, closing the door behind her as she made her way to the kitchen table, sitting beside Anne.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Anne nodded in response. “Me either.” She mumbled, resting her head on her hand like a teenager bored in class.

They sat in silence once more, Kath anxiously bouncing her leg up and down. She wanted nothing more than to just leave, but she knew that’d be rude, and she was scared Anne might be mad at her and didn’t want to make things worse. So, she stayed.

“You know,” Anne began, and Kath nearly jumped in surprise, “you’re not the only one he… forced himself onto.” Kath stared at her for a moment, then it hit her, and her eyes widened in horror as it settled in. “Yeah, I wasn’t too keen on the idea of marrying him, or… having sex with him. I’m willing to bet we aren’t the only ones, either.”

It wasn’t that Kath wasn’t aware that that was likely the case. It was that, she figured if that were the case, the others would talk about it. That was the whole point of the show, to share the untold side of the story- their side of the story.

“Why?” She eventually asked, and Anne looked at her in confusion. “Why did you not talk about it? Or better yet, why are you so nonchalant about your story as a whole? Anne, you have one of the most tragic stories out of all of us. And ye-”

“Okay, first of all, I think you’re exaggerating a little, Ka-”

“How am I exaggerating?” Kath stood up, looking at Anne, who seemed to be ready to stand up as well. “You tried to refuse his advances for seven years, and then he… did that, to you. Once you were married, the guy started emotionally abusing you, shaming you for not being able to have sons, and then you got beheaded on false claims of cheating and treason. So how, exactly, am I exaggerating?”

Anne stayed quiet, then sighed, setting her forearms on the table, one hand on top of the other as she stared at them. “It wasn’t really forcing, honestly. I agreed. I didn’t wanna make him, or people around him, angry. So, it was consensual.” She mumbled, not once making eye contact

Kath stared at her, then clenched her fist to keep herself from yelling at her- very clearly, that was the worst possible idea at the moment. So, she took a quick, deep breath, then sat down beside Anne once again. “Did you want to do it, though?”

“What?”

“Did you want to marry him, or have sex with him?” Kath clarified. “Because consent through fear isn’t consent.”

Anne stared at her for a moment, then sighed and silently shook her head. And then was when Kath had to take a moment to make sure she wouldn’t break, because that would not help the situation.

So she tapped Anne’s shoulder and, once she was looking at her, opened her arms. Anne gave her a small smile, then all but fell into her arms. Kath reciprocated the hug, holding her close as she closed her eyes.

They stayed like that for a while, before Anne sighed quietly and reluctantly let go, sitting back down. “While we’re talking about last night.” She began, and Kath quickly looked down at her feet. “I don’t think any of us exactly disagree with you.”

“I mean, maybe Jane would disagree, but you made your point, and you have a pretty strong case. That said, you really could’ve handled that better.” Anne gave her a awkward smile, and Kath smiled back, just as awkwardly, before they both burst into giggles.

Eventually, Kath sighed softly as she regained her composure. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She murmured, smiling bitterly at her feet. “I was just, tired of keeping it all in. What Catherine said wasn’t even that big of a deal, it was just… the straw that broke the camel's back, you know?”

Anne nodded with a dry chuckle. “Yeah, it sounded like you’d been keeping that in for quite a while.” She paused, then took a deep breath and set a hand on Kath’s knee, to get her to face her. “But hey, I’m proud of you, buddy. For, standing up for yourself, and voicing how you feel. Considering… everything that’s happened to you, that must’ve taken guts.”

Kath giggled. “To be honest, I was so caught up in the heat of the moment that I didn’t even realize what I was saying until today.” She admitted, and they both laughed. “But thanks. Means a l-” She was cut off by a yawn. “Means a lot.”

Anne chuckled. “Tired?” Kath nodded sheepishly, and Anne squeezed her knee. “Go rest. We have a show tomorrow- we need you in your best condition.” Kath nodded, yawning again before standing up and stretching her arms above her head. She started to head out, before stopping as she heard Anne call her name.

“Kath?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t mention what happened to the others. Tonight, I mean.”

Kath chuckled quietly to herself. “I won’t. I love you Anne. Good night.”

“Good night, Kath.” A pause, where Kath wasn’t sure whether or not to leave, and then- “Love you too.”

Kath smiled, then turned around and left, quietly closing the door behind her as she began making her way back to her room.

#six the musical #katherine howard #jane seymour #catherine parr #anne boleyn #but it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand #bisfnwhwhmh

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spaceorphan18 · 5 years ago

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Marvel Movie Night: X2 X-Men United

For some reason, I have the full screen version of this. Not sure what I was thinking when I made that decision. Anyway....

What exactly are you a professor of? Art

There was a time when X2 was considered the best comic book movie ever. And judging from everything I’ve watched up to this point -- I can understand why it got the reputation. The film is much more philosophical, the story more intellectually stimulating than a bunch of good guys beat up a bunch of bad guys. There’s humor to it, and good action, and it makes for a (mostly) good popcorn flick. But a lot like the first film, it doesn’t hold up nearly twenty years later.

The story mixes the famous X-Men graphic novel God Love, Man Kills with Wolverine’s backstory. And while that’s not necessarily a bad thing, the X-Men’s subtext has always been about the ostracization, fear, and discrimination of minorities, a more intimate and philosophical story may not balance well in an action film filled with characters who mostly don’t get to do things until their one or two scenes happen.

Watching it over again, I still think it works overall. The story is relatively tight, weaving the two stories together pretty well -- and Wolverine continues to be the main protagonist. I think it does a decent job telling the story it’s interested in telling. But this is where I lament that X-Men isn’t a TV series. Each of these characters (besides Wolverine) deserve their own stories to be told -- and a two hour film is very limiting when it comes to the character’s own arcs. X2 is wise not to go crazy chasing every tangent, and stick close to the story, but at the same time, the potential of all these characters often seems wasted.

The special effects are much better in this film, and the film does take the time to showcase everyone’s powers. My one big issue with the action, however, is that it’s limited to one person at a time. What makes X-Men so special is that they’re a team -- and we don’t get to see team dynamics at all in the film, which is a shame, since there are so many good players on the board. On top of that -- this kind of turn based action kind of makes the film feel sluggish in parts. (Though - I’m sure it’s just me being a modern action film watcher watching something of a different time.)

So, let’s talk about the characters, shall we?

Wolverine - Of course, since Wolverine is the most popular X-Men is going to be focused on. We get development of his backstory, and I think the bits and pieces we’re given work well. If you know his backstory, it’s a fun little tease, if you don’t, I’m sure they give enough to piece it together. The unfortunate thing, however, is that this film is so plot driven, the only character development stuff (besides his backstory) ends up being with Jean and.... ug, I hate this love triangle stuff (but I’ll whine about this later).

That said - I think my favorite aspect of Wolverine’s story in this film is when he gets to play babysitter. His actions with the kids make an interesting dynamic, and I could just watch a whole move with Wolverine trying to run a school.

Professor X and Magneto - Of course, the heart of the philosophical story comes here again, much like it will in every X-Men film. I very much enjoy any time Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen get to be together on screen. The unfortunate thing is that there’s so much plot to cover, and so many characters to service, they don’t get a whole lot to do in the film. But what we do is a delight.

Jean Grey and Cyclops - I keep laughing every time they say Dr. Grey. What??

Anyway, Famke Jansson continues to be a delight as Jean. Other than Xavier and Magneto, she seems to be the closest to her comic counter part (mostly). And she does really well with all the hints they lay about the Phoenix force. It’s a shame the third film is going to truly do a great story a disservice.

Meanwhile, though, we have Cyclops. And, geez, I just feel so bad for James Marsden, because he gets such an iconic character to play, and literally has nothing to do with him. He even overacts in his emotional scenes with Jean, and it’s almost as if he’s like he’s trying make up for not having anything to do. It’s a real shame because Cyclops, believe it or not, is a fascinating and complex character, who really deserves so much more than the one-note character this trilogy portrays him as.

As for the love triangle... I hate love triangles in general, but this one is just even worse than usual. It’s barely a triangle, because the film doesn’t even bother with one third of it. I could go on a whole diatribe, but I’ll spare you. If you’d really like to know - send me a message! Otherwise, I’ll leave it at - I hate love triangles.

Storm - You can tell Halle Berry asked for more to do. And, like, most of the rest of the characters, she gets more lines, but not much more character development. I still feel she’s incredibly miscast here. Where’s the woman who did her voice for the cartoon? That was a Storm. But, Berry’s acting aside, Storm is another character who is complex and varied, and it’s a shame so little of her comes through in these films.

Nightcrawler -- We get a new character! It’s kinda weird that they steal some of the unpopular traits he has in the comics (the religious leanings) and tone down some of his more notable characteristics -- like his goofing around and swordplay. I get why they did this, somewhat for plot, somewhat to make philosophical points. But I do miss the charming, Errol Flynn wanna be of the comics. That said -- I think Alan Cummings did a great job with his role, and the action sequences with NIghtcrawler look great!

Rogue and Bobby -- **sigh** I won’t bore you too long with my feelings about Rogue. Anna Paquin is fine. The character makes sense for what this universe has made her out to be. I just... I miss my girl from the comics. I hope some day we do get to see a closer to comics version of her -- sassy, brassy, and yet very vulnerable. But -- since the plot doesn’t need her (or her powers) she’s relegated to second string.

Bobby gets more to do, and having read a ton of comics since this first came out, I have a much bigger appreciation for Iceman. I love the actor who plays him here - he’s great! I do enjoy the little bit that he gets to do. And the scene where he ‘comes out’ to his parents is perfect on a lot of levels. (Even funnier, now that comic book Iceman is gay.)

I still don’t think, overall, Rogue and Bobby make much sense as a couple, but for the purposes of this universe, it works fine enough.

The Brotherhood -- Okay, so this is primarily this is Mystique and Pyro. Where are the others? Well, this film is a little stuffed already. Mystique is fine - this film has no interest going into her psyche, and while she is a character who deserves development, the next trilogy is going to kill any interest in a film version, so I’m fine here. I’m still confused as to why she’s naked, though. I miss her white, flowy dress of the comics.

Meanwhile, in the comics, Pyro is a third rate villain. They bring him in here to offset Iceman. I get it. He’s fine. Whatever.

I get why they bring the villains over to side with the X-Men, but not going to lie when they’re not fighting each other, and just humans, I don’t think it’s as exciting, but that’s just me.

Oh, and before someone gets upset that I don’t mention her -- Lady Deathstrike. Is in the film. It’s an extended cameo. It’s fine, I don’t really care all that much about Lady Deathstrike, so I’m fine with it.

William Stryker - The main villain of the whole thing. I think he works on paper, and he’s fine. I’m not going to lie - I find scenes with him pretty boring, but plot revolves around him, and that’s fine. Interestingly, I think his son, Jason, was a nod to Jason Wyngarde - Mastermind, who can project different realities around you. I feel like that’s a nice little nugget there. But other than that, I don’t have a whole lot to say about the main villain of the film.

Cameos and Easter Eggs -- there are a lot of little nuggets in here, and I’m not going to go through them all, but it’s nice to see a lot of other mutants scattered around, as well as nods to the comics. It does add a fun layer onto the film.

Final Thoughts: I think the ending sequence works to great effect - but I still say this film’s thinner, and more philosophical plot leaves most of the characters by the wayside. It was a great step forward for comic book films, it was lighter than the first one, had more humor, had some great talking points, and some good action sequences. It’s still, unfortunately, wastes the potential of nearly all of its characters.

Next Up: Oh, god, there’s a Hulk movie worse than Incredibly Hulk....

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