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leigh-kelly · 4 years ago

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If She Never Showed Up What Could Have Been

Happy Brittana’s 6th Anniversary my fellow shippers! I’ve had this idea in my head since Folklore came out last summer, and I figured what better time to share it than today? Obviously, it’s based on “The Last Great American Dynasty.”

Her husband was dead. The doctors had warned them about it for months, that his lifestyle was going to kill him with his weak heart, but Bill hadn’t cared. He’d told her one night as they were lying side by side on the beach that he’d rather live the life he had the way he wanted then live a longer one with no fun. Brittany struggled with that a bit. She thought of the sunny day she got off the train in Watch Hill, Rhode Island, so far from home in St. Louis, and how she’d been madly in love. Their love hadn’t waned over the years, even as Bill traveled for work and Brittany did the fundraising that any young socialite was wont to do. But then, she’d woken up and found his lifeless body next to her and something inside her just snapped.

Everyone in town talked about her. Watch Hill wasn’t a very big place and it was difficult to get away from the gossip. More than once, she’d heard someone casually mention that it was her fault that he was dead. She’d let him party too hard, she was too concerned with having fun herself, some even said that she’d poisoned him for his money, despite what the coroner’s report had said. He was the heir to Standard Oil and they seemed to care more about what losing him meant to the company, not what losing him had meant to her. He wasn’t her first husband, but he was the one she’d truly loved and she missed him dearly. But Brittany was Brittany and she wasn’t going to let that end her life, no matter what everyone else said.

In the first months after Bill’s death, perhaps Brittany went a little mad. She was lonely and she was looking for anything to fill the emptiness. One day, she got it in her head that she wanted to swim in a pool full of champagne. Bill would have thought that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard, and he would have indulged her, so she bought case after case and her groundskeeper drained the pool and filled it up for her bottle by bottle. The bubbles effervesced around her when she got in and she breathed in the sweet alcoholic scent. When she got out, she was sticky from head to toe, but the only way she was surviving was to give into whims like that. The neighbors talked, of course they did, but one, Rachel Berry, was so callous and cruel to her that the next time her dog—a yappy little thing—wandered into her yard, Brittany dipped him in RIT and let him dry a perfect shade of key lime green. After that, everyone had said she’d stolen him, but really, Rachel was always letting the thing out of her sight, and the dog was fine.

After a while, Brittany got tired of Watch Hill. It was the same thing every day, the big salt box house that reminded her of Bill, the gossip that seemed to persist everywhere, so she started going to New York. She’d always loved the ballet and she took in performance after performance. She spent more money than she probably should have, despite the fact that she was rolling in it, but it was the first thing that made her feel alive again. Then, she started flying her friends in from New York and St. Louis and spent even more money entertaining, showing suitors, both men and women, a good time.

It happened when she least expected it. Her friend Mercedes had brought a girl along with her on one of her trips, and when the woman stepped out of the cab, Brittany nearly fell to her knees. Her heart did something that it hadn’t done in too long to count, possibly ever, and she struggled for breath. Standing just outside the house was the most beautiful human being Brittany had ever seen. She wasn’t sure what was darker, her hair or her eyes and she stood with such a poise that Brittany could only dream about having. Her dress was cut low in the front and Brittany’s eyebrows raised a little thinking about what was beneath it. Mercedes came up to the door first and Brittany was stirred from her fantasy when she gave her a hug. Brittany smiled, probably wider than she’d smiled in a year and Mercedes looked at her knowingly.

“A little treat for you, maybe?” Mercedes whispered in her ear and Brittany’s throat went dry.

“I—”

“Hi.” The other woman came up to her, extending her hand. “I hope you don’t mind that Mercedes brought me along. She just couldn’t stop talking about you and I had to meet the famous Brittany Harkness in person, and of course, see this Holiday House that Mercedes is in love with.”

“Oh, um, no, I absolutely don’t mind that you’ve come. There’s plenty of room, though I’m not totally sure who else will be joining us this weekend. I hope you don’t mind a party.”

“That I don’t.” Santana laughed, and the sound was like music to Brittany’s ears.

As Mercedes and Santana settled themselves into the house, the other guests began to arrive. Brittany was so likely to offer plane tickets to her friends that she never knew who was going to take advantage of it and show up, always, much to Rachel Berry’s chagrin. By the time the maids put dinner on the table, it was set for seventeen and Brittany tried to figure out a way to get Santana seated next to her.

“Santana,” She finally said softly as she sipped her old fashioned. “Since this is your first time a Holiday House, I’d love it if you took a place of honor beside me.”

“This house is full of your friends, Brittany, are you sure?

“I’m sure.”

Dinner was, as always, a boisterous affair, and Brittany hardly had the chance to speak two words to Santana that weren’t interrupted by Tina, or Mike, or much to her annoyance, Blaine. But she was staying for the whole weekend and Brittany kept reminding herself that there would be time for all of that once everyone had settled. After dinner was through and the dishes were cleared away, everyone trickled out into the backyard, wanting the cool sea air to settle their stomachs as they began to drink more heavily. Brittany noticed that Santana lingered near her and it caused her heart to flip, wondering, perhaps, if the woman saw something in her as well.

“I’m sorry, you know.” Santana murmured as she and Brittany stood beside the pool. “Mercedes said it hasn’t been easy for you since—you know.”

“Thank you.” Brittany nodded. “I feel like a fish out of water in this place sometimes. But now that I’ve thrown myself into founding the Harkness Ballet, my life seems to have some purpose again.”

“I’m looking forward to the first production. I just adore the ballet.”

“Do you?” Brittany smiled, glad to have found something in common with her. “I wanted to be a dancer when I was young, but my parents warned against it.”

“Would you like to dance now, with me?”

“Oh—”

“I’m sorry, was that too forward? I just…thought I saw you looking at me a certain way.”

“No, no…I was, I mean, I am, I…yes, I would love to dance with you.”

Santana stepped into Brittany’s arms and they danced to the sounds of the cellist who had set himself up on the other end of the pool. It was strange, that Brittany had only known Santana a few hours, but found herself in a state of perfect security once they began to dance together. Brittany looked into Santana’s eyes and found that she longed to kiss her. She couldn’t do it here though, not right in front of everyone, there was something far too taboo about that, but she pulled Santana closer and they shared a soft smile.

Hours later, Brittany had more than her share to drink and everyone had began retiring to their rooms. It was just her and Santana, who still had a martini, who remained in the backyard, and Brittany looked down over the railing of the walkway to see that the ocean looked especially beautiful that night. On so many nights, she’d gone down there herself, sat herself in the sand and just stared out at the wide ocean, wondering what was next for her. In that moment, she had a strange thought, wondering, perhaps, if it was Santana that was next for her. It was an odd thought, definitely, but she just couldn’t seem to shake it.

“I normally go down to the beach at night before bed, what do you think?”

“I could go up to bed if you’d like the time alone.”

“I’d like to share it with you, if that’s alright.” Brittany told her, gently taking her hand.

Together, they walked down to the beach and Brittany found a spot for them in the sand. Santana was clearly very tipsy—not that Brittany wasn’t—and she rested her head on Brittany’s shoulder. Brittany touched her hair and suddenly, Santana lifted her head up, looking Brittany right in the eyes. Even in the moonlight, Brittany could see the softness in them and she pressed her hand to Santana’s cheek.

“Would it be alright—”

“Kiss me, please.” Santana whispered, and Brittany did just that.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years ago

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In Love and Death Part 5

Harry Potter AU

Link to Part 4

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M- smut and mature themes.

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6 am…

You had been up since 4 am after waking up with your now dead mother on your mind. After tossing and turning a few times, you decided to get up before waking Regulus up. For the first night in ages, he hadn’t woken up from nightmares.

“She doesn’t deserve your pity. Mother’s don’t abuse and abandon their daughters.”

You thought before taking a sip of the tea in front of you. Why you felt guilty about not feeling sad enough was beyond you. Your mother had stopped caring the day that Evan died. You were just a throne in her side that begged to be cuddled. The depression that you felt at 4 years old returned with a vengeance. You were devastated when Evan didn’t come back home and in ways you still were.

Now here you sat at 18 years old with the knowledge that your father wasn’t the man that you thought he was. Evan was supposed to come home so you could keep being the daddy’s girl that you were. He was supposed to be the prince charming that he always “pretended” to be when playing with you. Evan wasn’t supposed to be a death eater that apparently had a wish to have your head on a silver platter.

“He’s only shocked over who your boyfriend is.”

Your mind added.

“He’s not a good man. The man that you know is dead.”

You wanted to tell your brain to shut up but stopped when Moody came into the room. He was the last person that you really wanted to talk to at the moment. Your morning was quickly going down the tube.

“Y/n, I think that it is time we have a talk about the other day.”

You leaned back in your chair as Moody sat down across from you.

“You made your feelings perfectly clear.”

Moody gave you that parental look of discontent that you had become used to over the past year. You wanted to say something witty but decided not to.

“I actually wanted to apologize to you Ms. Smarty pants. You were right. It's your own business who you date and if Regulus makes you happy then so be it. We don’t want you to leave. It's too dangerous especially now that your scum-sucking father is alive again.”

You were silent a moment before looking back up.

“You heard about that too, huh?”

Moody nodded.

“Yes, Tonks told me. She’s as worried about you as I am...especially since you ran into him.”

Moody was no fool. He knew how you felt about your father. You didn’t have to say it.

“Yeah, well, he made his choices. If you want to go kill him, I won’t hold it against you. He’s alive and ruining what good memories I had of him.”

Moody looked thoughtful.

“You aren’t anything like him.”

You stood up and walked to the window to look outside. The neighborhood was still silent as the sun began to come up.

“I’m a lot like him. I have his face, his hands, and if I really wanted to I would think just like him.”

Moody stood up and limped over to you.

“I want you to look at me, Y/n. You are nothing like your family. The only thing that you have in common with the Rosiers is your last name. This alone proves it.”

Moody held out your badge making a silent appeal for you to take your job back.

“None of us want you to leave. Both Regulus and yourself are safer here. We have safety in numbers. Would you like your job back?”

You smiled before reaching out and taking your badge back. Neither Moody nor yourself had to say anything else. Everything that needed to be said for the moment had been said.

You quickly went back upstairs knowing that you would have to break the news to Regulus. He was thrilled that you weren’t an auror anymore. That was one less thing that he had to worry about...now it was back.

Regulus lay on his stomach when you got back into bed and pounced on him. He groaned as you shoved some of his messy curls away from his face to kiss his cheek.

“What time is it?”

He asked with a yawn.

“Little after 6:30.”

You replied before taking your place beside him. Regulus sighed and threw an arm around you.

“Why are you awake?”

“I was thinking about mom.”

Regulus’ eyes opened. He sat up enough to look down at you.

“Before you think it or say it, you aren’t anything like your family.”

You were trying to think of the best time to drop the bomb that you had accepted your job back. Maybe now was the best time. Regulus was sleep and not thinking fully.

“I wouldn’t be an auror if I was.”

You watched as the realization hit Regulus. His peaceful expression went to fury as he sat up.

“Y/n, do not tell me…”

“Okay...I won’t and we can pretend that I did.”

Regulus groaned before laying backward. His eyes were locked on the ceiling as you quickly wiggle your way on top of him. Leaning down, you gently kissed his cheeks before focusing on his lips. Regulus didn’t kiss you back. He lay beneath you with his eyes open and glaring angrily at you.

“Come on Reggie. Kiss me back.”

You whined. Regulus’ hand wrapped around your waist preventing your mouth from touching his. To say that he was angry was putting things lightly! He was livid.

“Where was I in this decision?”

You sighed.

“Reggie, Moody and I were talking this morning. He offered me my badge back. I had to take it.”

Regulus pushed you off of him before quickly getting out of bed.

“It's too dangerous, I don’t know why I have to tell you this. You know that your father is out there running around but hey don’t let common sense stop you or my feelings for that matter.”

You sat watching as Regulus pulled on his abandoned clothes.

“Your opinion does matter. Reggie…”

He held a hand up.

“Don’t Reggie me. I only matter when it comes to us making love or when someone else says something mean your way.”

You were out of bed at that.

“Regulus, you know that isn’t true. I worked too hard to become an auror for it to be thrown away.”

Regulus gave you an icy expression before storming out of the bedroom. He knew his reaction was the best in the world but he couldn't help it. You were the only person that had actually shown him any form of his life. His parents were psycho. Sirius left him and now you were going back to one hell of a dangerous job. How was Regulus supposed to be thrilled with this news?

You had remained in the bedroom a moment before your own annoyance kicked in and resulted in your storming down the stairs.

“Regulus, I am not done with you!”

You half-shouted, not caring that the rest of the house was probably sleeping.

“Yeah, well I’m done for now.”

Regulus snapped as the two of you went into the dining room. Both of you stopped talking upon the realization that Sirius, Remus, and Tonks were sitting at the table.

“What are you two fighting about?”

Sirius asked. Regulus motioned to you.

“She decided to be an auror again.”

Sirius nodded. He wanted to ask Regulus what he honestly expected to happen. Everyone in the house, with the exception of Regulus, knew that you would return to work eventually. It was just dependent on whether Moody or yourself would crack first.

You, meanwhile, had figured out something was going on with your friends. Tonks wasn’t out of her chair squealing like a maniac and trying to hug you.

“So why are you three up at this hour?”

Sirius groaned.

“I am going to have to start liking sunrises.”

Both Regulus and yourself had, at the moment, had forgotten about your own argument.

“Why?”

Regulus questioned. Tonks finally looked up.

“I suppose both of you should know. Y/n, Regulus...I’m pregnant.”

Both Regulus and yourself stood with open mouths. Neither of you were able to say anything. For you, it was the shocking feeling of a rug being “pulled out from under you.” You knew that Remus, Tonks, and Sirius had something going on (any idiot knew that).

Regulus, meanwhile, was busy putting everything together. His dark eyes were hyper-focused on his brother. Sirius was WAY too calm at the moment and it was unnerving Regulus beyond all reason.

“So which one of you is the father?”

Regulus asked when he regained the power of speech. Sirius and Remus shrugged at the same time making Regulus laugh. Your eyes flickered to your boyfriend who was laughing like he was watching some kind of comedy. Regulus never laughed like this.

“So I’m just throwing this out there...the three of you have no idea what birth control is. Between the three of you, no one could conjure up a contraceptive charm or bought a condom? Wow, this is the funniest thing that I have seen in a long time.”

Sirius frowned at his little brother.

“I’m glad that you are amused. I figured it would be you two that this would happen to. As much as I walk in on you two....but no...it's us.”

You quickly shook your head and decided to rejoin the conversation.

“I’m scared of babies.”

Regulus turned his attention back to you.

“You’ll take down a death eater but you’re scared of screaming children?”

You nodded. Babies always made you nervous! They were little potato looking poop machines that screamed with no way to tell you what in the hell that they wanted. You were slightly thankful that you couldn’t have children of your own. Never in your life did you feel like the “maternal type.” You were happier with the idea of being an aunty that passed said kid back to mummy and daddy when they became too rowdy.

“The death eaters I understand. A baby,...no.”

Tonks quickly stood up and walked over to wrap her arms around you. She pressed a kiss to your head.

“You have 6 months to work on this. I want you to be the godmother.”

You stumbled.

“Godmother? 6 months? You mean to tell me that you have been pregnant and nothing has been said before now?”

Tonks shrugged.

“We wanted to wait until everything was safe.”

Regulus had gone into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of whiskey. He was still laughing to himself. It wasn’t the knowledge that he could be an uncle but the oddity of the situation.

“This kid is going to be so confused.”

Sirius finally was beginning to get annoyed. His annoyance with his younger brother returned full force. This was just like when they were children. Regulus would be laughing at him over something that caused Sirius pain.

“Regulus, get a grip. Tell you what, when Y/n gets pregnant I am going to laugh big time!”

Both Regulus and yourself looked up at that. Regulus’ amused expression went sour. His eyes narrowed on his brother before turning and walking out of the room.

“What? Oh, he isn’t getting off that easily.”

Sirius muttered before chasing after Regulus. Regulus stood in the back garden lighting a cigarette when Sirius came out.

“I wasn’t done!”

Sirius snapped. Regulus didn’t lookup.

“I was.”

Sirius crossed his arms over his chest.

“What? Does Y/n not want kids?”

Regulus shook his head.

“It's not that, you idiot. Y/n can’t get pregnant. If you were her friend at all you would know that.”

“We don’t sit around discussing her gynecological history. That’s what Dora is for. Are you okay with this?”

Regulus shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter. It's kind of reckless to be having a child right now. I want nothing to do with a child.”

Sirius smirked. There was the sensible younger brother that Sirius knew so well.

“Says the guy who shot Voldemort the biggest fuck you ever.”

“I’m not joking, Sirius. This is huge and let’s face it. You aren’t the best in the world with commitment. You forgot about your hamster until it chewed its way out of the cage and bit mother.”

Sirius chuckled at the memory.

“It will be fine. Now that we are done talking about my love life and strange predicament...what about Y/n? What has your knickers in such a twist about her being an auror again?”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest. He wanted to appear as closed off as possible.

“Nothing.”

Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Come on, Reg. What is it? You're pouting like a giant child.”

Regulus glared up at Sirius.

“Fine. I don’t want her to be an auror because she is the first person in this world to actually love me and I don’t want to lose that.”

Sirius stepped back.

“For what it's worth, I love your haughty little ass.”

Regulus laughed before turning to go back inside. He didn’t want to have this conversation with Sirius. It was clearly evident that his older brother didn’t realize how badly Regulus was hurt over the running away from the Potters incident. Sirius’ selfishness hadn’t changed. Regulus felt ignorant for even thinking that Sirius would change.

“Whatever, Sirius.”

Sirius quickly stepped forward and wrapped his hand around Regulus’ wrist.

“Hey! What are you talking about?”

Regulus turned.

“Just fuck off. You don’t understand and you never will.”

Sirius looked as if Regulus had slapped him.

“Help me then! You never talk to me about anything. Since we were children at school, you have blocked me out. We used to be so close.”

Regulus kept his face as cold as possible.

“That’s what happened when you were sorted into Gryffindor and left me to do everything with this family. I had to be the perfect son to make up for your shortcomings. I had to be the one that mother and father’s every desire. It didn’t matter what hell that they put me through, I had to do everything and look where it got me. I shouldn’t be 18 years old still but here I am. You let them torture me while you went off and had your fun with Potter and your stupid friends. While you were out having your fun; I was out opening up my own wrists. You don’t know all of the things that I have had to do but it doesn’t matter. It never has and it never will.”

“Regulus!”

Sirius gasped. Regulus shook his head. The bitterness of his childhood was still painfully evident and it made Sirius step back. He could only look at his little brother as Regulus turned back to the door.

“Y/n is the only person in this world to love me and I am totally fine with it. Have fun with your unorthodox relationship. Leave Y/n and I out of it. She’ll never be able to be a mother and you find it amusing. To hell with you…”

Sirius didn’t attempt to stop Regulus this time. He only stared as Regulus went back inside.

Later that afternoon…

You walked silently beside Regulus down a busy London street. He had barely spoken since the crazy that had occurred earlier that morning. You, in all honesty, didn’t blame him. So much had happened in such a short period that it was hard to take everything in. Your mind was locked on Tonks, Remus, and Sirius. This was truly an unforeseen surprise that you couldn’t help but be a bit happy about (you just wouldn’t admit that to Regulus at the moment). Sure, it was a really bad time to be thinking about having a baby but you were still happy.

Your eyes rolled up to Regulus. His handsome face was furious. It didn’t take you being his lover to know a Regulus happy face from a Regulus angry face. You couldn’t help but wonder what happened between Regulus and Sirius in the garden.

Reaching out, you wrapped your hand around Regulus’ wrist and pulled him into an alleyway between two buildings. Regulus frowned before looking down at you.

“What are you doing?”

You stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Don’t shut me out, Reggie.”

You said in a soft whisper. Regulus leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. He didn’t have to say a word. The misery in his dark eyes told you everything that you needed to know. You moved one hand to his cheek gently cupping his face.

“Regulus, I love you.”

“I love you.”

He replied. Regulus was quiet a moment longer before speaking again.

“This whole you being an auror thing...is it important to you?”

You nodded.

“I’m really good but I don’t want you worrying either.”

Regulus finally smiled. He took your hand in his before pressing a kiss to your palm.

“That works as well as stabbing me and telling me not to bleed.”

Regulus pulled you into a heated kiss before you could say a word. His hands fell down your body to the hem of your skirt. You shook your head and pulled away.

“We can’t right here in the alleyway.”

Regulus gave you a cheeky grin before raising an eyebrow. “Come on, love. Show me those auror skills that you are so proud of. Put up a nice privacy charm and none of those twats out there will know a thing. We haven’t done something like this in a while.”

You stood a moment before smiling and quickly casting the charm that Regulus was referring to.

“Pull your skirt up and put your hands on the wall.”

Regulus ordered. He didn’t care that the two of you were about to make love in the middle of a crowded city square. The events of the day had left Regulus desperate for some physical love.

You, meanwhile, had quickly done as you were told. Regulus was quickly unbuckling his belt.

“Haven’t done this in a while.”

He commented wrapping his left arm around your waist.

“We haven’t had to sneak to make love in ages.”

You said with a gasp as Regulus tilted your head to the side. His face nuzzled down your neck. Soft lips locked onto your skin and gently sucked a deep bruise.

“Reggie.”

You whined his name as his hand gently caressed your thigh before moving to your folds. The vibrations from his laughter left you gasping even more.

“I’m going to make you feel good, sweetheart.”

He whispered before pushing in. Your hands grasped at the stone building as Regulus set a steady rhythm. Neither of you were able to be as loud as you would have liked. It didn’t matter if the privacy charm had been cast. Screaming each other’s names while people walked seemed awkward.

“Regulus, I…”

He growled against your neck.

“Come, love.”

It took two more thrusts before you came. You tightened once more as Regulus filled you. Neither of you moved for a moment before Regulus pulled away enough to fix his pants.

“Never thought that I would be making love to a pretty girl in an alley before. Not the most romantic of places, I admit.”

You fixed your skirt as Regulus took out his want to clean you up.

“Leave it.”

You said before letting the privacy charm drop. Regulus gave you a raised eyebrow before wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Fucking tease.”

30 minutes later, you stood in a store that sold baby goods and other housewares. Regulus hadn’t said much when you requested to go into the shop. He stood patiently as you pawed through various baby items. You wanted to find something to take back to Tonks.

Sure, you were scared to death of the thought of being a godmother to a living breathing human but you couldn't deny Tonk’s request. You could only pray that Tonks, Remus, and Sirius wouldn’t be dropping dead soon to leave you in care of the little one that was cooking away in its mother.

“You can’t go and call the kid a potato.”

Regulus said nonchalantly. You looked up with a big smile that let Regulus know how amused you were.

“I don’t think Tonks and whichever one is the father will appreciate that too much.”

Regulus shook his head.

“Is it bad that I kind of hope that it's Sirius so I can totally watch him be out of his element? You know I was thinking about how fucked up that relationship is. I mean, yeah, my whole family...well...every pureblood family is so incestuous that it's scary. Andromeda is going to have a shit fit. My mother and father would probably be proud seeing as they were cousins and all.”

You stood blinking.

“Yeah, I totally have not thought about any of this at all.”

Regulus shrugged.

“You do know that your aunty Druella is also my aunty Druella by marriage, of course.”

“Regulus, I am disturbed enough at the moment so can you stop?”

Regulus was silently laughing about the whole “fucked up-ness” of the whole situation. This was partially one reason that he was glad that he “drowned” when he did. Had he been alive, his mother would have forced him to marry a cousin or something that he knew too much about.

“What do you think about this outfit?”

You asked after a moment of silence. As much as you hated to admit it, Regulus was right. All of the pureblood families practiced some shady relationship practices to keep things “pure.” That didn’t mean that you liked to think about it. In fact, you wanted to shove it from your mind altogether.

That, however, didn’t happen. You were shocked that your grandmother hadn’t tried to marry you off to a cousin. Grandmother Rosier was into the “keeping things” pure as much as the Black family and any other member of the sacred 28 was.

She will be ecstatic whenever I go see her again and she finds out that I am with Regulus. The old bat will probably die from joy...great!”

You thought as Regulus looked back up.

“What do I know about baby clothes? All I know is they better not think that we are going to be a built-in babysitting service. If they do I am loading that kid up on chocolate and giving it back with a shit-eating grin on my face.”

You grinned.

“That’s what aunty and uncles do...and feel no guilt about it.”

“Works for me.”

What the two of you didn’t see was Antonin Dolohov and Rodolphus Lestrange watching the two of you with confused expressions.

“Didn’t waste any time making a baby, did they?”

Dolohov question. Rodolphus nodded, looking a bit surprised.

“Better get back.”

Evan sat with a bottle of whiskey in front of him as he thumbed through the fifteenth book on trying to figure out how he came back to life. He looked up the moment that Antonin and Rodolphus stepped into the room. Both men looked surprised by something.

Frowning, Evan closed his book and lit a cigarette.

“Well, what?”

Rodolphus sat down with a smirk.

“Saw that baby girl of yours.”

Evan’s frown intensified.

“And?”

“Still with Black.”

Dolohov said. Evan rolled his eyes. What in the fresh hell were the two of you thinking? Being in love? Please! Love wasn’t a real emotion anyway.

“Is he dead?”

Rodolphus shook his head before speaking.

“You won’t believe where I saw the two of them. I found Romeo and Juliet at that little home shop in the alley. The two of them were looking at baby things.”

Dolohov quickly came in. The mirthful expression on his face was almost sickening.

“Looks like that little lamb of yours is having a baby with little baby boy Black.”

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elencelebrindal · 4 years ago

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Honest Opinion - Leo Aiolia (SoG)

Overall score (character, not looks): 10/10

I have literally no complaints. His character was perfect, his morals intact and his motivations balanced. His interactions with his companions, Lyfia and the God Warriors were incredible. True to his character, he showed them both respect and a fierce attitude, and I was finally watching a Saint Seiya protagonist that’s not too much of a protagonist. Sure, Aiolia was the key to end the war, since Odin chose him, but it was balanced. Even if he was the one that defeated Loki, at the end of the day he wasn’t the major focus of the series, and he didn’t try to be (like Seiya).

His interaction with Aiolos was so freaking emotional, as well. I loved it. You could see how much Aiolia loved his brother, and how scared he was of losing him again. Even the small detail of him keeping his necklace always on him is a testament to that love.

But, what i loved the most was his reaction towards Shura. That, hands down, was probably one of the best and most emotional scenes of the series. First of all, Aiolia seeing Shura as his illusion to defeat was a straight hit in the feels. But then! When Shura actually appeared to help him, Aiolia didn’t listen to him. He was angry, full of resentment, but at the same time he grew so much that he managed to overcome his anger. And, instead of killing Shura alongside the illusion, even if Shura himself told him to do so, he spared him. I have no words to describe how beautiful that scene was.

The fight against Frodi was good, but not something I’d like to elaborate on. I don’t have much to say, honestly, because I liked it but it was nothing too extraordinary for me. Yes, it was epic, but not as important as the end of it. With Aiolia leaving him alive despite what happened. That, in my opinion, is what matters from that fight.

I won’t tackle his relationship with Lyfia, because in my eyes she wasn’t loved back by him (what can I do, she’s cuter with Frodi in my book), but can I just say that the scene with them being mistaken for a couple was the funniest shit I’ve seen in this series? Aiolia looked so unfazed by that, compared to Lyfia, I had to stop and have a good laugh. My sense of humor is admittedly trash, but that was funny. Also, he always treated her with kindness. Even when Aiolia wanted to leave, at the beginning, he was never rude or uncaring. Just filled with his usual sense of honor.

His subtle personal growth, paired with his usual fierce behavior and deep sense of honor made Aiolia a really good character in this series. Which makes sense, since he’s one of the Saints that didn’t need a lot of character development, at that point. I was happy to see him resolve things with Shura and meet his brother again, not only because I personally wanted to see him do such things, but also because it was the last piece to complete his character puzzle.

I know I haven’t been as thorough as I always am, in this particular entry, but I feel like this is a good enough opinion.

#saint seiya #i cavalieri dello zodiaco #los caballeros del zodiaco #os cavaleiros do zodiaco #knights of the zodiac #soul of gold #leo aiolia

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lady-griffin · 5 years ago

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I Became Engulfed by Desire...

This was a super cute episode and absolutely hilarious. Mary and Maria were the true MVPs of the episode. I loved that these two brilliant and accomplished ladies are absolute dumbasses when it comes to one specific dumbass.

Mary is just comedic gold. She is so goddamn funny and ridiculous. I love her so much.

I’m still laughing at this. Look at this desperate dork who just wants to be with her precious Lady Katarina.

Maria was also pretty funny, but she was really more of the straight man to Mary being amazing.

Alan was also a great delight. His and Katarina’s scenes were very sweet and endearing and just made me smile. I mean really, how could anyone not smile or have their heart warmed by those two at the end.

ALSO LOOK HOW STUNNING KATARINA WAS!!!!

This episode in general had some stunning scenes. I particularly love this one image.

Beautiful.

Overall, I enjoyed the episode.

It is just filler episode, so I will admit a part of me wants to gets back to the actual plot and get to certain scenes. As I am a bit worried that some of favorite scenes will not get the full-attention they deserve.

And I get a bit more concerned when I notice that there is still a sleepover and possible gardening shears extra to be explored in the anime. Based off these images.

While I absolutely love the extra Manga Ch. 17.5 (it’s an absolute delight and just so adorable), I am curious and nervous to see how they will do everything that they have to do in the remaining time they have left.

Though, perhaps the anime isn’t going to adapt the whole Ch. 17.5 plot, but take the essential core of it for a future scene. Similarly, to how the anime adapted Alan’s extra chapter in Vol. 5 (LN) to the last scene of this episode.

I have confidence in the anime, but I’m still a bit nervous.

SPOILERS BELOW

Plot Heavy Future

The anime does have a decent amount to cover in the next four episodes.

Bully Accusation Scene Maria Disappearing Katarina learning about Black Magic/Nightmare Katarina confronting Raphael Infirmary Scene – Everyone upset/why they love Katarina Katarina Revisiting her old life Raphael’s backstory Confronting Raphael Raphael and Katarina talking on her farm Graduation Party

To be fair, some of these scenes won’t take that much time and some could be excluded or combined. But still, it’s a lot.

We’ll have to see how the Gardening Shears and Sleepover Scenes happen and when. But if we only had a choice between the two, I’d picked the former. I really do love Ch. 17. 5 with all my heart and would love to see it adapted into the anime.

Angst

I do hope the next four episodes will do justice for future events. I want my angst and I want it now.

I particularly want Ch. 18 to get so much attention and love from the anime.

It’s one of my favorite chapters.

I love how everyone is thinking about how much they love Katarina while at the same time are at the horrific realization that Katarina might die and their helpless to stop it. I want that. Give me that angst and more.

I want to suffer.

Alan and Katarina

If you ship Alan and Katarina, then this episode was a godsend. I personally really enjoyed these two here.

I loved how the anime included Alan’s extra POV chapter and Manga chapter from Vol.5 (LN). in this episode. It was well done.

Their scenes were very sweet and romantic.

There’s something I quite like about Alan and Katarina. I think it’s because their relationship is based in a genuine friendship.

Alan is really the only one I can see who would take his shoes off and join Katarina up in a tree. So, it’s just nice seeing them interact.

Also, Alan at this point, is the most normal one. And I think to a certain extent he brings that out in Katarina…particularly in this scene. Katarina was just a lovely, normal girl. It was nice.

It was lovely. Absolutely lovely.

Despite no one thinking of him being a real threat in the race for Katarina’s heart, due to him being oblivious of his own feelings, he’s made the most headway.

Also look at him blushing.

Alan x Katarina have certainly moved up in my rankings.

The colors and scenery of the last scene were really stunning. Just gorgeous.

Katarina’s Desire

She just wants sweets and I love that. Also, she’s like legit eating the Witch’s house from Hansel and Gretel, so that was fun.

I know it’s not that kind of episode, but I would’ve also liked to see Katarina’s deepest desire – avoiding her doomed endings.

While the other characters (and sometimes the narration) believe there is nothing more to Katarina than what’s on the surface, we know that’s not true. Or at least not 100% true.

And I may be looking into this way more deeply than I should.

But since Katarina was essential to everyone else’s desire and she was actually in the book with them, that makes me wonder if Katarina wasn’t there – would they have been satisfied with a fictional Katarina?

Or would they be like Katarina and not be satisfied with their fictional sweets?

The Harem’s Desires

This might be controversial, but I didn’t think their desires for Katarina were honestly that bad as some people have made them out to be. When I had crushes, my ideal situations and fantasies were just as ridiculous and over the top.

That being said, they could’ve definitely improved on how they showed them with one simple fix.

Have Katarina blushing and eyes sparkling, more than what they showed in the episode. That would have easily worked – Katarina is a huge fan of romance. She is so into it (which is why it’s so hilarious she’s oblivious to what’s happening in her life).

I don’t think the desires were awful or even bad, but they were somewhat off-putting for me. And I did feel like they missed the mark.

Geordo

All I can think about is the weird Matrix moves in his fantasy…what a fucking dork.

But at the core he wants to get married to Katarina and have her all to himself without anyone interrupting them (for one night)…which yeah, I get that. Every time he’s alone with Katarina for more than 3 minutes, Keith breaks down the door.

I have mixed feelings towards Geordo saying he likes the uncomfortable face of Katarina’s. On the one hand, we’re seeing that so-called sadistic side of Geordo that we keep hearing about but never really see.

But still…bad Geordo. Very bad. I’m rooting for you, don’t make me regret it.

For me, that statement is a darker take on what Geordo’s desire are stated to be in The Light Novels.

There’s a difference between this –

And this-

It’s the difference between a cabin in the woods vs. a cottage in the forest. Essentially the same concept, but the words make all the difference.

Changing that line from uncomfortable to embarrassed or flustered would’ve been a huge improvement. But there’s nothing we can do about that now and in the end, I did find the overall scene funny.

Though I feel like the anime is a bit of a let down when it comes to Geordo, so there is that.

Keith

I liked Keith’s desire the least. Surprisingly enough, it really had nothing to do with the pseudo-incest.

It was just the most off-putting for me. I did not like the weird lip-licking thing he did… I wasn’t a fan at all.

Sophia

She’s very bold; I’ll give her that.

But also, poor Sophia. Katarina has no idea that Sophia (or the other gals) has any romantic intention towards her and just thinks it’s fully platonic

…because slamming your friend against a wall is super platonic Katarina…

Nicol

This one was probably the funniest fantasy to me. The sounds Nicol made when he was jumping around the city were so funny to me. It was like they were out of a video game.

Also, Nicol’s desire to be The Devilish Count means that either Katarina or Sophia (definitely Sophia) told him that Katarina sees him being similar to the Count. And I guess after he learned that, Nicol read the entire book series and wants to be that way for Katarina.

He wants to be confident around her and have the freedom (and no guilt) in romantically wooing her.

Which is nice, but also what a dork.

Also, Katarina’s dress in his fantasy is either the same as Katarina’s birthday dress, but in a different color. Or at the very least, very similar.

Possibly because Nicol got to dance with Katarina on her birthday and his fantasy did involve dancing with her. A nice bit of detail.

Mary’s reaction to his fantasy, was a gem among gems.

Alan

He wants to play a recital for Katarina. Which is just so touching. Seriously, Alan is killing me with his sweetness.

If I’m not mistaken, Katarina is wearing the same dress she wore to his recital during their summer break. So, it seems very likely he’s playing “Dedicated to You, My Beloved” to well his beloved.

I’m assuming there was more to his desire, but Mary shutting the book was hilarious.

Also, Alan got pretty damn close to his desire in the real world, so good on him.

I feel like it’s safe to say that Mary and Maria’s desire if they were amplified by the book, would be at the same level of everyone else’s’.

Which is fun to imagine. Especially Mary’s desire for Katarina.

Also, everyone realizing that not only did Mary and Maria sees their desire for Katarina, but Katarina experienced their desire was so funny. They all just stood up and left. A+ comedy.

The Study Session Growing

It was fun seeing everyone join in on Mary’s alone time with Katarina, one by one, and Mary’s frustration building up.

Evil Harem.

If we ever wanted to see the Harem as “evil,” this is not a bad reference point in terms of visuals.

Raphael

I love the red herrings surrounding him. It appears he’s just falling for Katarina, which technically he is, but that’s just scratching the surface of what’s actually going on.

Overall, it was nice and cute episode and really funny and ridiculous.

We got a bit more of a look into the characters and their desires for Katarina, but really the main development was between Alan and Katarina. Who would’ve thought?

Oh, and Mary being the funniest character alive.

#Katarina Claes #Hamefura #Bakarina #Alan Stuart #mary hunt #Otome game no hametsu flag #destruction flag otome #my next life as a villainess #Maria Campbell #Geordo Stuart #Gerald Stuart #Sophia Ascart #Nicol Ascart #Keith Claes

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chikkampli · 5 years ago

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Bittersweet.

Kokichi led me to a purple car that was among many other cars. They were all different sizes, shapes, and colors, they were all parked along side the road, and it was spanning all the way down it; but his was at the perfect spot with an even more perfect angle. Moonlight was softly grazing it, like a gentle kiss between two lovers. Soon, he let go of my sleeve and stood in front of it proudly. His chest was puffed out with his hands on his hips. He was standing like one of those superheroes, but his face looked like a 5 year old who was really proud of a drawing they made instead of a charismatic grin.

“Drumroll please!” he slouched and pretended to play the drums. “Dundundundundun...!” Kokichi then quickly spread his arms (which were gesturing at the car) and proudly declared, “Now... we're welcoming...theeeeeeee KOKICHI-MOBILE!”

I accidentally giggled, which made me blush and sputter out a small ‘sorry’. “It’s a pretty nice car,” I said while walking over to him.

“Of course it is, *I* made it!” Kokichi dug into his pocket and pulled out some keys, which I'm assuming was for his car. He unlocked it and then boasted, “And I decorated the interior. I know, it's just *so* great! Yeah, cry, it's okay. I know it's the best car interior you've ever seen. I don't blame you!”

We both knew the first part was a lie, but we didn't acknowledge that verbally. “Yeah,” was all I responded with before asking, “Have you been drinking? You seem sober but...”

“Psh, drinking’s for losers!” he stuck his nose up in the air in mock disgust. “I, on the other hand, am a Chad, and I am definitely sober. Watching all those drunk 16 to 18 year olds is like being at a comedy show thay gets really annoying as it drags on.”

“Then why’d you stay?”

“Why did *you* stay, Shuichi?” he put his hands on his hips and turned to face me. “I know sure as hell you're not drunk. Were you just there for shits n’ giggles? Wow, never expected that from *you*. I'm disappointed...”

...I should've expected that kind of answer. “You have a point,” I looked away, combing my hair with my fingers. “I came because Kaede asked me to.”

Kokichi nodded and hummed in response while he opened the door to the driver's seat. He sat in the previously mentioned seat, before looking at me dead in the eyes. “You look like a sad loner who’s severely depressed and has no social life. Get in!” he widened his eyes and gestured to the passenger's seat. I said nothing and did what I was told. Once I was in, I buckled my seat belt and sat back. When Kokichi said that the interior of his car was great, he wasn't lying. The seats were covered with a beautiful, beautiful and soft purple blanket; which was quite comfortable actually. There was a chain of di hanging from the thing connected to the rearview mirror (I can't really recall what it is called at the moment). They were all different sizes and had an assortment of colors. White, purple, gold, pretty much that palette. There were also othet decorations, but there were so many that I can't possibly name all of them! Well, he also had a bobble head of a lady. She had dark brown hair that was styled in a sort of half-up-half-down style. The front part of her hair was divided into two tight buns (which were held together with...spiky hair ties?) and the back was straight down. She had on ruby red lipstick and a green dress which were ruffled at the ends. It only went to about her mid-thigh. The lady also had these black boots/heels on. I focused on how her head bobbled after Kokichi started the car then started driving. The microphone in her left hand looked so small, probably the size of my fingernail — wait, why am I focusing on this? It's so minuscule, it has little to no importance to me, really.

“So, Shuichi-mooichi . . . where do you wanna go? I'm thinking we could do a shopping haul at 7-Eleven~! Like, like one of those YouTubers that do, uh, shopping hauls!” Kokichi suddenly piped up as he ran a stop light. “Well, shit.”

“You just—”

“It never happened~!” he looked at me with a smug smirk on his face. “And I don't care what you think anyway! We're gonna go to 7-Eleven.”

“. . . Yeah.” I folded my hands neatly in my lap as I stared directly at the rearview mirror. “Shuichi-mooichi, huh?”

“That’s your new nickname! Nishishi~!” Kokichi pressed his fingertips to his mouth when he laughed, still leaving one hand on the steering wheel.

“Hm,” I replied. I don't really know what to think of that. “I’m assuming you're going to try to stuff me full with junk food, right?”

“Oh-ho-ho! I think you've underestimated me, Shuichi-mooichi Saihara! I *will* stuff you full with sweets and Panta, and you will absolutely love it! MwahahahahAHAHA!” His evil laugh sounded oddly . . . evil.

“Ha!” I decided to play along. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. “Sure, I'll let you think that.”

Kokichi let out an exaggerated gasp. “Okay, Shuichi. I see you.” He sassily moved his body and focused his eyes on the road more. “What a —What a snake you are . . .”

“Sssss~”

“Okayyyyyy, you can stop now,” he rolled his eyes.

I snorted, which is really odd because I've never really done that a lot in my past 17 years of living. “Alright,” I responded. I've begun to notice that the roads are really empty — most likely because it's 1:13 AM and everybody is either asleep, in their house, or at work doing a nightshift. It was kind of nice, but also kind of scary, but everyone says I've been “sheltered” my whole childhood and I can admit, they might be right. Might.

“Okay, Google Maps, why is 7-Eleven like, ten minutes away. We've been driving for five minutes!” Kokichi whined. He pouted and said to me, “This is dumb, just like Kaito!”

“Added insult to injury,” I commented. “Kaito wouldn't like that.”

“That’s why I said it, obviously! He's actually too dense to really realize he is~” he drawled out while tapping his fingertips on the steering wheel. Suddenly, he sighed and frowned. “I wanna speed, so buckle up, Shuichi-mooichi! Nishishi~!”

Suddenly, Kokichi had a wide grin and forcefully pushed on the gas pedal and went over double the speed limit — and it was intense. The trees and houses lining the road turned into a blur and everything was going so, so fast.

“K-Kokichi!” I exclaimed, holding on to the roof handle with all my might. “What — Why are you going so fast?!”

“Uh, isn't it obvious?” he replied, mocking the feeling of being annoyed. “We were going too slow.”

Did . . . Did he really just say that? “But at this rate, you're going to — we're going to die or something related to that! a-aND WHY ARE YOU GOING EVEN FASTER?!”

I was legitimately feeling my life flashing before my eyes, and he was just *laughing*. He was laughing like it was the funniest joke he had ever heard in two decades (and he wasn't even alive for two decades!). “Ahahaha! Shuichi, Shuichi! Isn't this fun?!” He was smiling with genuine excitement and happiness, and I was just this (👌🏼) close to hyperventilating.

“KOKICHI OMA THIS IS NOT FUN AND I SWEAR—”

“Take a right turn in 300 feet and your destination will be on the left,” an automated voice said over my desperate pleas.

“Alright!” Kokichi immediately took a *sharp* turn that almost knocked the wind out of me along with all my organs, but that's an exaggeration for how I felt when it happened. My heart was beating at *least* 2238384747 beats per second (also an exaggeration). Not too long afterwards, we stopped at a sudden halt at a 7-Eleven parking lot. The sudden stop made my whole body move forward with such vigor that I didn't know it happened at first. My back hit the seat hard while I tried to catch my whole life that just flew past me in those moments.

“Wow . . . You really look like you've just witnessed a murder,” Kokichi said in awe. I noticed he didn't have his seat belt on, and that he was also almost unnervingly close to my face. “Anyway, come on, we have a convenience store to rob!” He lightly pecked my cheek and grabbed his wallet from the cup holder.

I only nodded. I wish he would've kissed my cheek longer — and I shouldn't be thinking that way — I sighed. It's bittersweet, really. I liked, no, I loved the affection he gave me; but I know I shouldn't want it. It's really conflicting, actually. I looked at him with tired and exasperated eyes. “Let me just . . . catch my life for a second before we enter.”

I see Kokichi nod and lay his head on my arm. He's suddenly really affectionate. I hate this, it saddens me. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy but also a depressed goo of emo all in one. I just try to focus on the better part, me feeling good and Kokichi actually showing me affection. “Very affectionate, I see.”

“Well, I mean, I'm just That Person™️,” Kokichi closed his eyes and relaxed even more.

“You are,” I said.

We sat there for what felt like a lifetime, just sitting in comfortable silence, feeling each other's presence emanating calming auras.

pART TWO AND MERRY CHRISTMAS/ WHATEVER HOLIDAY THAT HAS HAPPENED OR IS HAPPENING

#shuichi danganronpa #kokichi x shuichi #saihara shuichi #shuichi x kokichi #shuichi saihara #danganronpa shuichi #saihara shuuichi #shuuichi saihara #a vague mention of Kaito but that's not important #oma kokichi #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #kokichi danganronpa #danganronpa trilogy #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa

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slashersdownsouth · 6 years ago

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S/O with a Motor Tic Disorder

Hey, i don't know if asks are open right now so ignore this if they aren't (sorry never done this before). Anyways i was wondering if you could do some of the slashers with a s/o that has a tic disorder? Thank you!!!! I love your writing!!

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Howdy~

Thank you for the kind words~ very encouraging! If motor skills is something of a struggle, I hope everything gets better for you. Right now I have a lot of slasher matchups to work on, but I'm taking a little break for this reactions post - thought it was really good. But don't worry friends - I'm working hard!

Alrighty, let's begin!

Request By: @this-is-just-an-alias

Michael Myers

'Biting the lip'

• When he first met you, he knew something was different about you..

• You seemed ordinary enough to him, honestly.

• He knew you biting your lip was a thing, per se, but he didn't realize it was brought on by anxiety

• He saw you on the phone with a relative, he saw you getting jumpy and looking a bit flustered. Then he noticed it - the way the biting turned into nibbling and chewing

• "She's eating her face." he's thinking

• Once you explain, he won't think too much of it

• He doesn't mind it, it's a thing of yours and he's not one to judge on things.

• He'll probably just walk up to you and slide your lip out from between your teeth with his finger

• If that doesn't help, he'll steal you some lip balm so you don't chap up too much or so it can at least taste good

Thomas Hewitt

'obscene gestures/words'

• Thank goodness Sheriff Hoyt has a sense of humor, you flipping off the other victims while getting in the backseat of the car was the only reason you're still alive today

• You kept your hand up the entire time in the car , even when you walked in

• Of course, now at the dinner table, you calmed a bit, but the tension was high and so were your stress levels

• Now Luda Mae thought it was nice to have a guest, and an attractive one at that.. *wink wink Thomas*.

• Thomas kept his eye on you, he wasn't sure what, but you looked ... eerily calm but jumpy at the same time

• When Uncle Monty suddenly slammed his cane on the floor, both hands were high with the middle finger up - one at Monty and one above your head.

• Hoyt was dying, Luda Mae is trying calm you down a bit, Monty was not amused and Thomas is thinking, "what the fuck?"

• Once Luda Mae has you all calm and cleaned up, you take a moment to explain. Now she has no idea what it's like, but she can understand how much you struggle with this, so she'll take you under wing and care for you.

• She explains to Thomas it's like when she bites her nails when she's nervous and that he needs to be patient

• After nearly two years of living with the Hewitt's, it's gotten better thanks to Thomasand his mama, but sometimes Thomas will catch you flipping off the laundry hanging outside

Bubba Sawyer

'Sticking the tongue out'

• No lie, Bubba thought it was cute.

• He didn't mind the tic, cause it only happens when you're really excited about something!

• He figured that out when he presented you with jewelry he personally made just for you

• You were so giddy, your tongue just kept poking in and out of your mouth

• He knew your excitement was genuine, he'd try to groan out some incoherent words and just squeeze you with hugs

• Of course you've explained it to him it's just a tic, it could go away with time. He doesn't really want it to though, but he understands tics aren't normal for folks

• We've lost count for how many times Drayton and the boys (besides Bubba) threaten to cut off your tongue and throw it in the chilli bowl eww nasty fools

Jason Vorhees

'jerking'

• Now he met you when you were making a shitload of noise in the forest

• He understood something may have been wrong with you and you WERE alone, so he took you a cabin

• Once you saw him again, you explained your tics and how this was like a syndrome and how you jerk your arms and legs alot when your extremely anxious

• Now, he knows syndrome means sick. So you're sick. No worries, he'll take care of you.

• He'd watch you and show you around when you were generally calm. Letting you know where traps were and how to access him quickly

• He would be busy around the camp, taking care of traps and trespassers and such

• But he'd never be gone for too long in fear of you getting anxious

• He wouldn't want you to start jerking and hurt yourself

Brahms Heelshire

'wrinkling the nose'

• Now as his "caretaker", he's been observing you through the walls for weeks

• He saw how you'd scrunch up your nose when you got frustrated with anything

• It was a minor detail really - but he caught it pretty quickly

• Now it wasn't a big deal. It's just like a little scrunch.. kind of like when you smell something bad

• Thus made Brahms a little more conscious about personal hygiene thank God

• It wasn't until that new delivery boy called you out on it and made you visibly embarrassed/uncomfortable about it that he knew it was something you struggled with

• After that, he made sure to always do his best to help you and give you little eskimo (nose) kisses when you felt down

Billy Loomis

'blinking'

• When people are happy, they usually smile. Not you, you blink. Excessively.

• Now Billy, in all honesty, if he doesn't understand is gonna be all like, "can you chill the fuck out?"

• Once he knows, he'll feel a bit bad, cause this is a struggle of yours and him being a dick isn't helping.

• He'll research on how to help someone with tics, different exercises to help, write notes and try to be a little more positive around you

• When he learns that it happens when your happy, then he'll think it's kinda funny and a tiny bit cute

• If anyone tells you shit, they somehow appear on the next day's homicide news. Coincidence?

Stu Macher

'animal noises'

• Being with Stu has always been the funniest times of your day, hell, the BEST. Period

• Now, he's never spent the night, and for that you're kinda glad cause you have this "habit" of making noices when you're tired.

• One night though, he knocks on your window around 11 at night and you half asleep, just unlock it and let him crawl in

• He doesn't say much, just undresses into his tank top and boxers and slides under your covers and you just mold to him

• You know Stu though, he's a talker. He's talking about his day, and you're honestly trying to keep up but you're keep nodding off

• Then begins the "woof! woof! meow! woof!"...

• Stu is just stunned... and he's dying of laughter on the inside... he's googling "why is my gf making animal noices?"

• If he can't find anything, he's recording your ass so he can play it for you in the morning, this is your cue to explain.

• He actually thinks it's a good thing! Appreciates you sharing and tries to help should you feel down or upset about it.

Bo Sinclair

'snapping the fingers'

• Bo is a very hot-headed man, it takes a patient and strong person to deal with this slasher

• Sometimes, he says stupid shit and directs his anger at you and it's just stressful

• When the stress builds up and just pours out like a full cup, your hands have a mind of their own

• You just start snapping your fingers and it's difficult to calm your nerves to stop

• Bo never sees it first hand cause you hide it - you don't need more judgment from people who'd never understand

• One night though, Bo is blowing steam off at you again and runs out the house to check on any passing trespassers

• This is your chance to snap in the privacy of your room and you don't even realize you're crying

• You're just sitting on the bed,, crying and snapping and yea, that looks unnerving

• When Bo walks in and sees this, he thinks he finally drove you insane

• Now, everyone may not think the same, but Bo still has compassion, so when he sees this, he's heartbroken

• He'll just sit behind you and hold you close, whispering apologies to you and rubbing your arms so the nerves will relax

• Once you two talk, he'll try his best to cool it with the anger and should he hear you start to snap in future arguments, he considers that his cue to calm the fuck down and shut the fuck up

Vincent Sinclair

'twisting the neck'

• When he saw you, no lie, he thought you were trying to kill yourself via neck break

• He's thinking, "oh no, this one's a cuckoo".. might as well ease their pain

• But when he sees how your friends ignore it and leave you to do you, he thinks you're a captive and that they're torturing you "I'll save you sad girl!"

• He'll kidnap you and keep you in his art studio so you don't have to witness what he and his brother do to your friends

• Of course, you're scared shitless and this just makes the tic react even worse

• He has no idea what to do with you, honestly. He's looking through his dad's medical notes and he can't find anything

• Once you calm a bit, you willingly explain to him what a tic is, and how yours is simply twisting your neck

• Of course it's a dangerous one and sometimes your neck pops and you feel like you've given yourself whiplash, but Vincent's been so kind with you that it's actually helped your habit

• I guess living here in Ambrose won't be too bad

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Hope you liked, will post new stuff very soon

- Cowgirl

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The Grind House - Chapter 4

The Grind House: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 1729

Rating: E

Square filled: @marvelfluffbingo - Slow Burn

Warnings: None for this chapter, future smut most likely

Synopsis: When Bucky Barnes stops to get coffee and warm up at your coffee shop, he had just expected that caffeine might lift his mood a little. He didn’t expect to fall head-over-heels for you over a game of chess.

Chapter Four

Bucky had gone home feeling a little melancholy after he’d won the game of chess with you. He knew logically there was no reason not to go back in again, he just had this niggling little voice that said, the game is over, she was being nice. Time to leave her alone.

You had invited him to the games night though. So there was that. He decided he’d go but he’d take people with him. It was just proving a little harder to convince people to come along.

“You really think this is a good idea? We all show up and it’s gonna just draw autograph hounds and the paps.” Steve said.

The group sat around the coffee tables by the big bay windows, drinking and playing a game of poker for peanuts. Clint was currently winning but Bucky was 100% sure that he’d been dealing from the bottom, and he couldn’t quite understand why no one had called him out on it yet.

“Not everyone has to go. I just wanted to see if anyone wanted to go.” He said. “She asked me and said I can bring people, and she knows who my friends are.”

“She did huh? And who’s she?” Natasha said, she looked at her hand and then at the pile of nuts in the middle of the table. “Call.” She added pushing a small pile of peanuts into the pile.

“She’s just this woman at the coffee shop. She’s nice.” Bucky said.

There was a chorus of ‘oohs’ and Natasha nudged him. “Well, I’ve gotta go now. I’ll be there.”

“Yeah, I’ll go too. Not like anyone ever asks me for an autograph. I swear I got asked one time and they thought I was some dude name Iron Fist.” Clint said with a shrug.

“Yeah, I dunno. I’m not sure sitting around a coffee shop playing Dungeons and Dragons is really my thing. I’m out.” Tony said. “All in.” He added pushing a huge pile of peanuts into the pile.

Bruce, Steve, and Thor all folded. “There’s gonna be Dungeons and Dragons? I’ll come.” Bruce said, a little glint of excitement in his eye.

“Oh Brucie bear, such a nerd.” Tony teased.

“I’ll call,” Clint said and threw his hand down. Full house, Aces over kings. Tony cursed and threw his cards down. Everyone else who still had cards in shook their heads and Clint dragged all the peanuts on the table over to him.

“I’ll come and so will Steve,” Sam said as Clint started gathering up the cards.

Steve put his hand on Clint’s. “No more dealing for you.” He said gathering up the deck. “Yeah, I’ll go too.”

Bucky relaxed a little. If Steve and Sam were there that was enough. Having Nat and Clint and Bruce and any of the others were extra assurance. He just hoped that they didn’t all embarrass him too much.

Friday night came around and Bucky wasn’t sure what he should wear. Obviously, he didn’t want to dress up too much. This wasn’t a suit and tie event. He also didn’t want to go in wearing an old henley and a ballcap. He wanted to look nice, but not be conspicuous and he couldn’t quite figure out what that meant.

Eventually, he settled on jeans, a button up shirt not buttoned up all the way with a leather jacket on over the top. He thought he looked okay and when no one made fun of him for it, he figured it must fit the medium ground he was going for.

In the end, the whole group, including Tony, went. The coffee shop was crowded when they got there and it had been rearranged. Card tables had been brought out and the larger, more comfortable chairs were gone. They’d been replaced with fold up chairs. You were flitting around the room when they got there, finding places where people could sit and among several other people putting plates of food on the table. There were obviously people being paid to work the room. The espresso machine was going flat out Just a conveyor belt of people making espresso shots while other people turned them into drinks and then another went and delivered them to the tables.

You saw them when they came in and your whole face lit up. “Bucky!” You said coming over and kissing his cheek. “You brought everyone.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, do you have the room?”

“We’ll find it. Might have to shut the doors though. Might have reached our legal capacity.” You said moving past them and putting the ‘Sorry, we’re full’ sign on the door and latching it. “Here follow me, we’ll get a table with my friends and yours.”

You lead them to a table at the back and everyone took a seat and introductions were made. Your two friends, Meagan and Belinda definitely had a case of starstruck. Where you seemed completely at ease around everyone, like meeting assassins and billionaires and 100-year-old soldiers, was all part of your day to day normal, they kept blinking around at everyone and falling over their words.

When everyone had food and drinks and games were underway, you sat down at the table. “We were going to play cards against humanity. Are you okay with that?” You asked. “It’s pretty easy.”

“Oh, hell yes,” Tony said rubbing his hands together and taking his glasses off.

“What are the rules?” Steve asked, which Bucky was thankful for. He didn’t want to look like the out of place one for a change.

You and your friends pulled out a long black box and the three of you began separating cards up and shuffling. You put a stack of cards into the middle of the table as one of the others deal out some of the other cards. “So,” You said. “These are the question cards.” You flipped a card over. It was black and written on the front was ‘I work my ass off all day for this family, and this is what I come home to? ______!?’ “What you need to do is answer the question the funniest way you can with the cards in your hand. An answer will look like this. You flipped a white card over with ‘Sperm whales.’ Written on it. “You give your answer to the person who dealt and they chose who wins. First to five wins. Easy.”

Steve looked very unsure of himself while Clint and Tony both looked completely delighted.

The game was different, but it wasn’t long until even he and Steve had relaxed into it. It was gross at times. Tony seemed to like making it very gross. He won the first hand ‘___, don’t try this at home.’ with ‘Firing toothpicks out of your penis like it was a machine gun.’

It made Steve groan and set the tone for the rest of the game. Steve made Tony completely lose it when he saw Steve reply to the card ‘What’s on my back?’ with ‘Shots. Each one grants +10 Charisma and -5 Heterosexuality.’ Nat’s hand ‘The Hills are Alive with the sound of ____.’ ‘Ripping into a man’s chest and pulling out his still beating heart’. Made Clint howl with laughter. And while it didn’t win the round, Nat appreciate Clint’s playing ‘Flunking out of Clown College.’ on the prompt ‘____. That was hard.’ Telling him it was funny because it was true.

The biggest laugh of the night came when you played, ‘Genetically engineered super-soldiers.’ on ‘In an attempt to reach a wider audience, the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History has opened an interactive exhibit on ______.’

“Too late, already got one on this punk.” Bucky had teased.

He had felt as relaxed as he had ever felt. Your friends had ended up relaxing too and even with people coming over and asking for photos and autographs or just trying to talk and connect with the Avengers, they let their walls down. He let his walls down and he got time to talk, even if he could feel Nat and Steve’s eyes on him anytime the two of you started to connect.

That’s what it felt like too. Connection. You and he were connecting. He hadn’t felt that in so long. There was some with the other Avengers, but he often guarded himself. They’d seen him at his worst and he sometimes worried that that would taint their view of him forever. You had not, and while he worried that there was gonna be something he could say that would make you reject him outright because of who he was and what he had done, he also felt more relaxed that right now it was an empty canvas and you hadn’t painted him as anything yet.

He almost felt confident enough to ask you on a date. Almost. One problem was that there was no way he was getting you alone to ask tonight. It was too busy and you were just as in demand with people as Tony was. There was also no way he would ask you out with the team watching. Shit, he couldn’t even do it if it was just Steve. He couldn’t handle the pity looks he got before you even had a chance to turn him down. He knew that’s what would happen too. They’d watch and they’d pity him because he’d have to be an idiot to think that a regular person would want anything to do with the fucked up mess that he was. Or that even if you could be interested, that he thought it might actually last.

So he’d wait. He did say goodbye to you though. You’d asked if you’d see him soon and he’d felt something in his chest unwind. He’d promised you he’d be back very soon. He’d meant it too. He was planning on coming back just as soon as he could when he knew it was quiet so he could ask you out properly.

“She was really nice, Buck. You gonna ask her out?” Sam asked as the team headed back to the tower.

Bucky shrugged. He knew it was probably safe to tell Sam. He just wasn’t sure if he could.

“You should, man,” Sam pushed. “She likes you. It’s really obvious. You deserve some happiness.”

Bucky nodded. “Thanks, Sam. I might. I like her.”

It made Sam chuckle and pat his shoulder. “That’s really no secret either, man.”

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ephemeral-afterlight · 5 years ago

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Day 27: Ransom

(Protect those you love), prepare to leave it all behind.

Whumptober 2019 Day 27: Ransom

Word Count: 2161

Relationships: Intrulogical

Warnings: Kidnapping, physical violence/weapon (knife), blood and injuries, mentions of torture, threats of non-con to another character, vulgar/explicit language, mentions of drug usage/bad parenting/death of a minor character (not a side), cursing

A/N: hmm... i don't really know what to think of this one, to be honest. it feels weird to write right now, since i'm a bit sick, but i don't know. maybe it's not as awful as it feels like it is. who knows. anyway, have this shit. i'm not really a huge intrulogical shipper, since i don't actually ship remus with anybody (i hc him as aro), but logan fit so here we are.

It’s pretty cold here. Remus knows that being kidnapped and held hostage in a basement however far below the surface isn’t a particularly forgiving situation, but couldn’t his kidnapper give him a blanket or something? It’s too fuckin’ cold for this! And it’s weird, because the guy seems pretty warm himself despite not even wearing a jacket or anything, just a t-shirt, and it makes Remus a little jealous. Remus is always cold, but this place just makes it worse.

He doesn’t even know why he’s here, either. He’s not special, doesn’t stand out, isn’t known for any notable actions or anything. He’s just a simple guy, a dude who lives in a shit apartment and works two jobs in fast food and bartending. He’s pretty common, in society’s eyes, so… why is he here?

The blow to the head had been delivered from behind, just after Remus has gotten into his apartment after work. It came when he least expected it, which is so not fair, because he would have loved to fight the guy. Have a fun old-fashioned full-out brawl in his living room at two in the morning, show him what he’s got. It could have been a fun end to his shitty night, but no, of course the guy had to take the coward’s way out and avoid the fight completely. What a fucking bore.

Now, sitting here tied to this chair in the middle of the room, Remus doesn’t even really feel the pain from the big knot on his head. There’s better things to worry about, like “Am I out of milk?” and “Will I get back in time to catch the season finale of the television show I’ve been following since the premiere?”. Besides, injuries are nothing new to Remus, having grown up playing only contact sports, so a little bonk on the head is nothing compared to the evenings he’d come home from practice or games with welts and bruises littering every inch of his skin. Before she died, his mom would freak out over the blood and cuts on his arms and legs, but then he’d give her a toothy grin with multiple teeth missing from being knocked out, and she’d just shake her head and clean him up. His mom was super cool, before she became a druggie and too busy fucking whoever was closest to come home and take care of her kids.

Anyway, Remus still doesn’t get why he of all people had to have been kidnapped, because it’s not like he’s some important figure or in any sort of position of power. He holds sway exactly Nowhere, and therefore isn’t exactly the ideal choice when stealing someone from their home for your own gain. Whoever this guy is, he’s kind of a dumbass.

“Listen up. You’re gonna sit here, smile into the camera really pretty, and you ain’t sayin’ a word unless I tell you to. Got it?” the guy demands as he sets up a tripod, and Remus just snickers. His kidnapper gives him a withering glare as he settles the camera into the correct spot, and then walk around to the other wide to line the shot up the way he wants it. “What’s so funny?”

“Just wonderin’ what the video’s for. Who you gonna send it to, my dead grandma?” Remus asks, licks his lips with a grin as he wiggles in his seat. The ropes around his wrists are tight, but definitely loose enough to slip out of if he pulls hard enough. Remus gets to work using his sharp fingernails to slice through through the rope one strand at a time, to try and reduce the circumference and be able to slide it far enough through the knot that he’ll be able to just yank his hands free. Remus guesses that all those years of putting up with Roman’s boy scouts phase weren’t a complete waste.

“Nope. You got a brother, it’s goin’ to him,” the kidnapper replies with a sneer. He’s finally finished setting the camera up, presses a button to start it rolling, and the red light begins to blink. Remus raises an eyebrow as the kidnapper settles back slightly further from the tripod and pulls out a stack of note cards, and it’s with a barely contained giggle Remus realizes that he had to write his speech down.

“Proof of life,” the guy says into the microphone with a much deeper, more gruff voice than before, and it takes so much effort to not burst out into raucous laughter. “If you want your poor little brother here back to you alive, you’re gonna leave no less than 200 thousand in a bag at the address provided. Unmarked bills, no cops. You leave the money, and then you get your ass out of there. If you call the police or try to pull any tricks, little bro here is gettin’ a bullet to the face. Once I confirm the money’s clean, he’ll be dropped off somewhere within walking distance of help, alive. You have three days. If that money still isn’t with me by the time midnight rolls around come Saturday, he’s dead.”

The kidnapper presses a button on the top of the camera and the red light stops blinking with a little click. Just in time, too, because Remus busts out into uncontrollable laughter as soon as the camera stops recording. His lungs and chest hurt with how hard he’s laughing, but he can’t stop, and the offended, angry look on the guy’s face just makes him laugh harder.

“Stop fuckin’ laughing!” his kidnapper snaps, but his voice cracks at the end, and Remus is in tears. It’s pretty predictable when the guy rushes him and punches him in the jaw, knocking the rest of his breath out of his lungs in a pained wheeze. Remus barely has a moment to recover before the guy’s fist is buried in his gut, forcing a hacking cough from Remus’ throat. He wants to keep laughing, but now it hurts like a bitch to even breathe, so maybe staying quiet for now is the best option.

“I said I’d bring you back alive, not unharmed. Don’t fucking push me,” the guy growls maliciously, a cold glint in his eyes as he reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a switchblade, flips the knife out in a way that shines the metal’s reflection of the light in Remus’ face. How annoying. The kidnapper presses the knife into Remus’ throat, in the same spot he’s had tracheostomies performed when his airway was blocked, and the feeling of smooth, sharp metal just centimeters away from his trachea is almost comforting in its familiarity.

“Fuck you,” Remus responds hoarsely, spits as much as he can and it lands on his kidnapper’s chin. Remus knows he’s going to be pissed, knows the fallout will be painful as fuck, but he can’t really seem to bring himself to care. He doesn’t regret it, either, not even when the guy yells out in anger and slams his fist into Remus’ stomach again. He doesn’t regret it when the guy mutters something about teaching him a lesson, he doesn’t regret it when he replaces his switchblade with the bigger chef’s knife laying on the shelf in the corner, and he certainly doesn’t regret it when the guy returns with a sadistic grin.

Remus will brag about what happens next for so, so long after he gets out of here, because it’s the funniest shit he’s ever done. The disheveled man brings the knife to Remus’ chest and pushes the blade into his skin, slowly slicing it open as the fresh cut forms a bleeding slash. But Remus doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t even yell from the pain. He just moans, one that isn’t of fear but rather high-pitched and obscene, a mockery of sex that leaves him barely able to hold onto the laugh that wants to push past his harshly gritted teeth. “Harder, daddy!”

And that’s probably the last straw, because the end of the cut turns much less clean in the guy’s lividity. The blade presses deeper into his skin, draws more blood and elicits more pain to radiate from his chest, and it takes more effort than Remus would like to not cry out. As much as he doesn find real humour in this situation, he can’t really afford to die here, so staying the dominant, unafraid personality to this man who obviously fears a lack of control is important. He can’t show fear, because that will just bolster the guy’s confidence and keep his head clear enough to not make mistakes. However, if he’s upset and feeling undermined, his anger will cause him to slip up, and allow Remus the opportunity to turn the tables on him. It does sound easy in hindsight, but slacking off won’t help any, so Remus focuses in on burying the pain below a layer of numbness.

“You know what? Maybe I won’t send it to your little brother. Maybe I won’t return you at all. Maybe, I’ll just keep you here, tied up so you can only sit there as I torture your little boyfriend,” the kidnapper seethes, and his eyes narrow as an even more deranged smile slips onto his face when Remus stiffens uncontrollably. “What, that hit a nerve? You scared for your little boy toy? What was his name… Logan, right? I know where he lives. And I’ll steal him from his bed, bring him here and force you to watch while I slice him up. Maybe I’ll make you watch me fuck him, take care of him better than you ever could, hmm? How about that? Want me to fuck your boyfriend for you? I saw him, y’know, a cute little nerd with glasses. Nice ass, skinny waist… he’s almost like a girl. Maybe I’ll keep him for myself, after I kill you, fuck him every single day while he just cries for his poor ol’e Remus.”

No. No, no, no no nononono. How dare he?! You can do anything to Remus. You can threaten him, make fun of him, torture him, and he’d laugh in your face. But this guy has the fucking nerve to bring his boyfriend into this? No. Unacceptable. This isn’t-- fuck.

And Remus knows he should stay calm, not let his words get to him, but…he knows Logan’s name. And apparently, where Logan lives. What if he does take Logan, does hurt him while Remus can’t even do anything about it, helplessly tied to a chair? What if this guy hurts his baby, hurts his Logan, and Remus could’ve prevented it? It’s far too easy to imagine Logan’s eyes filled with fear, the attempts to stave off tears, muffled cries of pain. All he can see in his mind is Logan traumatized, and for the very first time, the thought of sex makes Remus feel sick to his stomach.

So with an enraged snarl, Remus yanks his hands free from the flimsy rope keeping then locked behind the back of the chair, and then lunges. He relishes in the surprised yelp, the angered fear in his eyes, the way he scrambles to fight back far too late. Because he’s pinned under Remus, and once he’s got someone in his grip, he isn’t letting go. For probably too long, Remus just sits there, beating his kidnapper with shaking fists. The man fell unconscious a while ago, hasn’t been a threat for minutes, but Remus doesn’t have any other way to take out his frustration besides sitting here on top of this guy, pummeling him to hell and back. Eventually, his arms fall limply to his sides, and Remus’ eyes dull as he slouches over. His breathing is light and trembling, and there’s a feeling welling up in his chest that he doesn’t understand, can’t pinpoint or identify. His legs feel like they’re on fire when he pushes himself to his feet, burn when he sways a bit in an attempt to keep his balance.

Remus doesn’t know where he is, or how far he was taken from his home, but that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what Remus has to go through, because as he climbs the ladder out of this cellar and emerges in a long, dark hallway, he knows. He knows as he trudges to the end, as he whips open the door on the other side to reveal an alleyway. He knows as he gets to the road, recognizes the bakery across the bustling traffic, and when he turns in the opposite direction of his apartment. He knows when he sees the green sign at the intersection, sees the familiar name of Logan’s street, when he approaches his apartment complex. He knows that Logan’s going to be okay, because he’s going to make sure of it, and Remus vows that nobody will ever be able to threaten his boyfriend ever again.

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dukereviewsxtra · 5 years ago

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Duke Reviews Xtra: The 10th Kingdom Part 3

Part 3 Starts At Prince Wendell's Castle, Where The Royal Council Gets A Letter From Wendell (Coughs, The Evil Queen) Saying That He's Laying Low With A Sprained Ankle And Staying At The Royal Hunting Lodge Till It Gets Better...

With Most Of The Members Happy That Wendell Will Back In Time For The Big Day, One Member Is Not...

I Don't Remember These Guys Names So For Give Me If I Don't Call Them As Such...

Anyway With This One Guy Wondering Why Wendell Hasn't Done Anything About The Troll King's Challenge And His Invasion Of Beantown, He Decides To Go To The Royal Hunting Lodge To Tell Wendell About The Troll King Himself

However, There Are Eyes In That Room As The Queen Watches From One Of Her Mirrors, Contacting The Huntsman, She Sends Him To Kill The Guy Before He Tells The Council That Wendell's Letter Is A Fake...

So, He Kills Him As He Rides Back For The Castle On His Horse...

Meanwhile, Wolf And Tony Search For Virginia, Only To Hear A Wood Chopping Noise. Running Into A Woodsman With An Axe They Ask Him If That's The Magic Axe That Can Cut Through Anything...

Telling Them Maybe, He Says That They Can Have It If They Guess His Name And However, If They Haven't Guessed It By The Time He's Done Chopping All This Wood, He Will Have Wolf's Head.,,

This Leads To The Best Reaction Ever...

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But Saying That He Knows His Name Wolf Sadly Goes Along With It, This Leads Tony To Say That His Name Is Rumplstiltskin, However, He Is Wrong Despite Saying It Again...

Tony Guesses Many Names Including Elvis And Ringo...

Go Figure...

But Eventually One Of The Talking Birds That Virginia Saved Appears And Whispers The Woodsman's Name To Tony (As It Was In The Woodsman's Hat) So He Can Say It To Save Wolf And Get The Axe So They Can Cut Virginia's Hair...

And Speaking Of Virginia, She Is Interrogated By The Huntsman Only To Be Taken To The Top Of Tree Where The Huntsman Relays His Backstory To Her, Saying That When The Queen Offered Him His Crossbow, He Killed His Own Son When He First Fired It...

Yeah, I Know It's Screwed Up, Even Virginia Thinks It's Screwed Up Believing That Everyone's Crazy Here...

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About To Kill Her, The Huntsman Stops When He Realizes He Has Buisness Elsewhere And Leaves Virginia Where She Is, Promising To Deal With Her When He Gets Back..

Visited By Another One Of The Talking Birds She Saved, It Says That They'll Help Her One Last Time But That's It, Anyway, She Tells It To Find Tony And Wolf And Tell Them Where She Is...

Doing Just That, They Can't Find The Door Which Leads To Tony Suggesting To Chop The Tree Down, But Wolf Has A Better Plan By Using Virginia's Hair To Climb Up The Tree Like Rapunzel In The Tower...

Despite Virginia Being Against This Idea, They Do It Anyway...

Eventually Reaching The Top, Wolf Gets Virginia Free Only For The Huntsman To Return From Where He Went This Leads To A Fight Between Wolf And The Huntsman With Wolf Being The Inevitable Victor...

But Despite Wanting To Kill Him To Prevent Him From Going After Them, Virginia In An Act Of Pity, Has Wolf Spare The Huntsman's Life...

With Tony Digging The Golden Wendell Up, Wolf Uses The Axe To Cut Virginia's Hair, However, He Cuts It Shorter Than She Wanted...

Meanwhile In Beantown, The Queen Contacts The Troll King To Warn Him That His Invasion Is Inviting Trouble From The Other Kingdoms, But He Simply Says That He's Not Afraid Of Them And That He's Taking His Half Of The Kingdom Now Whether She Likes It Or Not....

Back In The Forest, Virginia And The Others Find Acorn And His Wagon, Asking Him For The Mirror While Telling Him Their Story, He Sadly Tells Them That He Doesn't Have It Anymore Saying That He Swapped It For Sheep...

Contacted By The Queen, Wolf Tells Her That He's Changed And Is No Longer In Her Service, This Leads Her To Remind Him That There's A Full Moon Out Tonight, Knowing That His Blood Is Already Boiling...

Eventually Breaking The Connection With The Queen, Wolf Goes With Virginia And Tony To The Village Where The Mirror Is...

While Slowly Transforming Into What I Like To Call PMS Wolf, What Do I Mean About That? Well, It Means Wolf's Emotions Are Going To Be Completely Mixed Going From Horny In One Moment To Cranky In Another While Also Causing Pointless Fights That Eventually Lead To The Wolf In Him Taking Over...

But We're Not There Yet So Be Patient...

Wolf Tries To Convince The Others Not To Go To The Village As He Has A Bad Feeling, But Determined To Get The Mirror Back, It Leads To Pointless Arguement #1 Between Wolf And Virginia...

Eventually Making Up With Virginia As They Arrive In Town, Our Heroes Are Met By A Shepardess Named Sally Peep (Played By Lucy Punch) Who Flirts With Wolf To Which Virginia Moves Him Along With Her And Tony...

As The Little Lamb Village Competition Goes On, Virginia And The Others Talk With The Village Idiot, Who Aside From Telling Them The Story About The Magic Wishing Well He Guards And About Prince Wendell's Coronation Gift, Doesn't Really Tell Them Much...

Spending The Night In A Barn, Wolf Acts Up Again, By Asking For A Rabbit To Cuddle Only To Lead To Pointless Argument #2...

With The Owner Of The Barn Pointing Tony And Virginia In The Direction Of The Judge Who Bought The Mirror, He Basically Tells Them Finders Keepers Losers Weepers And Says If They Continue Talking About It He'll Kick Them Out Of The Village...

With Wolf Arriving, Virginia Wonders What Happened To The Rabbit Only For Wolf To Say That He Hopped Away Despite Us Knowing That He Probably Ate Him...

Flirting With Sally Peep Again, Virginia Takes Wolf Back To The Barn When He Gets Into Trouble While Tony Sticks Around To Have A Couple More Drinks...

But Eventually Leaving The Bar, Tony Ends Up At The Peep's Barn Where He Discovers That The Peep's Stole The Magic Waters Of The Wishing Well That The Village Idiot Guards And Uses It To Enhance Everything They Have...

What Do I Mean By That? I Mean, Every Sheep They Own And Every Food They Make Is Made Better When They Dump It In The Waters Of The Well...

Returning To The Barn With Virginia We Go Into Pointless Fight #3 Only For Wolf To Again Feel Guilty Afterwards As He's Contacted By The Evil Queen...

Telling Her That He's Not Going To Tell Her Anything About "Her" It Has The Evil Queen Questioning What She's Like Only For Wolf To Tell Her To Stay Away From Him As He Again Breaks The Connection As He Goes Running Off...

The Next Morning, Tony Arrives With A Sheep To Dump Down The Peep's Well In Secret As He Plans To Have Virginia Become A Contestant In The Sheep And Shepherdess Competition Despite The Fact She Knows Crap About Sheep...

But Knowing It's The Only Way To Get The Mirror Back Virginia Goes To Work On Her Costume Only To Run Into Wolf, Who Looks Like Shit After Last Night...

But Knowing He Can't Fight His Nature He Asks Virginia To Tie Him Up As Tight As Possible, Moving Into Pointless Argument #4 Which Leads To The Wolf In Wolf Starting To Take Over...

Now, If That Actually Happened That Would Be Awesome But Still Can't Argue With The Effects We Got..

Signing Up For The Sheep And Shepherdess Competition, Despite Threats From Sally Peep The Contest Starts With Each Shepherdess Performing A Sheep Shearing Song

With The First Contestant Performing Baa Baa Black Sheep And Sally Performing A Provocative Little Bo Peep Rendition While Virginia Goes To Get Her Sheep From Tony Who Has No Clue What Sheep Shearing Song To Sing, Leading Us To One Of The Funniest Scenes In This Part Of This Miniseries..,

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Basically Throwing It Out Of The BallField, The Judge Decides To Give Both Sally Peep And Virginia First Place...

But With Both Sally And The Peep Family Not Willing To Accept A Tie, The Judge Deciding To Set Up An Obstacle Course And Whoever's Sheep Gets To The Finish Line The Quickest With The Help Of A Sheepdog Wins...

With Tony Wondering Where The Hell They're Going To Get A Sheepdog From, The Village Idiot Suggests Using The Golden Wendell Which Tony Believes Is Crazy, So Crazy That It Just Might Work!

Taking Wendell To The Peep's Magic Well In Secret, He Dumps Him In And Prince Is Alive Again!

Calling Tony An Idiot In Every Form Of The Word, Tony Fills Him In On What's Going On And He Arrives Just In Time To Help Virginia Win The Obstacle Course And The Mirror...

Being A Brat About Her Defeat, Sally Goes Out To The Field Only To Be Murdered By An Unknown Person, But Wolf At The Scene, The Townspeople Accuse Him Of The Murder...

Contacting The Troll King The Same Way She Did At The Prison, He Tells The Queen That The Next Time He Sees Her She's Dead Despite Her Warning Him That He Will Be Overrun If He Doesn't Stop His Invasion Now, But Tired Of Waiting, He Says He's Taking The Kingdom Now...

Hearing About The Troll King's Invasion And That That Guy's Horse Has Returned Riderless, The Council Decide To Accept Aid From The 1st And 9th Kingdoms Which In Turn Will Cause Wendell To Forgo Any Chance Of Ever Becoming King...

Figuring Out How To Work The Mirror, Virginia Visits Wolf To Tell Him That Her And Tony Are Going Home But When She Starts Crying She Realizes She Has To Help Him So Virginia Agrees To Become His Attorney...

No Offense But With These People, Wolf Would Have Better Luck If Matt Murdock Was His Attorney...

As The Trial Begins, Tony And Wendell Go To Search For Clues, Eventually This Leads Them Back To The Peep's Barn Where They Discover The Well Has Been Destroyed By Sally Who Was There At The Time Of The Murder...

This Leads Them To Find Critical Evidence Which They Need To Show As Soon As Possible And They Better Do It Quick As Wolf Has Just Been Found Guilty By A Hung Jury!

How Do I Know This? Well, The Jury Is Full Of Nothing But Ewes And Rams And When They Go To Pronounce Sentence They Have 2 Sides, 1 Represents Innocent And Another Represents Guilty...

And On The Guilty Side...

There's Food To Lure Them In!

So Yeah, I'd Say It's A Hung Jury To Me!...

So, Yeah It Looks Like What The Gypsy Foresaw Is About To Come True, Luckily Tony And Wendell Show Up To Point The Townspeople To The Real Killer, Who Just So Happens To Be The Matriarch Of The Peep Family, Wilf...

See, Sally Promised To Make Him Pay After Her Loss At The Shepherdess Competition, So She Destroyed The Well Which Pissed Wilf Off To The Point That He Murdered Her...

Asking For Proof, They Show Them Wilf's Coat He Wore Last Night All Covered In Sally's Blood...

As The Townspeople Lynch Wilf, Tony And Virginia Free Wolf And Head Back To The Barn Only To Discover That The Cart They Mirror In Is Gone...

But Before They Leave, They Visit The Village Idiot One Last Time Only To Give Him A Coin Which Leads Him To Discover That The Water Is Back In The Well, Granting His Wish Of Letting Him Become A Complete Idiot...

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Reading Wolf's Self Help Books While Travelling On Our Heroes Are Unbeknownstly Followed By The Huntsman Who's Healing A Sprained Leg After His Fight With Wolf...

Hasn't The Evil Queen Ever Heard Of Sick Leave?

Arriving In The Most Magical Place In All Of The 9 Kingdoms, The Kissing Town Where Everyone Falls In Love....

(Singing) Yes, Love....Exciting And New...Come To Town....We're Expecting You....

The Love Town!...Cupid Is Definitely Here Somewhere...The Love Town...

All Right, Enough Of That...

Anyway, After Arriving They Find The Carriage From The Village Of The Lambs Only To Discover The Mirror Isn't There And With The Driver Not Knowing It Was Theirs He Gave It To A Guy For 5 Copper Coins...

We Get A Little Backstory On Tony As He Ends Up Finding The Mirror (Along With The Golden Remains Of The Troll King's Children) But Anyway, Turns Out The Mirror Is Going For 10 Or 15 Gold Coins...

But As Tony Goes To Get Virginia And Wolf, We Find Them At Snow White's Coffin, Which Has Become A Tourist Attraction For The Town...

All Throughout This Part And Part 2 We've Had Hints About A Possible Romance Between Wolf And Virginia And This All But Nearly Confirms That They'll Be Together By The Time This Is Over As They Nearly Kiss Only To Be Interrupted By Tony...

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But When They Discover That The Mirror Has Gone Up In Price (Thanks To The Huntsman) From 10 To 15 Gold Coins To 5,000 Gold Wendells

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With Our Heroes Worried That They'll Never Raise That, Part 3 Ends On That Very Cliffhanger...

To Be Continued....

#the 10th kingdom #kimberly williams paisley #scott cohen #john larroquette #dianne wiest #rutger hauer #ann margret #camryn manheim #wolf x virginia

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tossertozier · 5 years ago

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you mentioned possibly doing a ben or mike writing guide.. would you.. be willing to post a mike one. i'm plotting a fic and im struggling to get my mans down?? also i think abt ur fics weekly bare minimum.

hi there!!! i did my best. i tried to not sound preachy or like a know it all bc y’all know i can barely write. i hope this is helpful in some way!! disclaimer of of course this is all just my opinion & there’s no wrong way to write, you’re the only person who can tell your story!!

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i think the first really important decision you have to make as Person Writing Mike is his

family & background

-are both of his parents alive?

-if yes, what’s their relationship like?

-if no, who’s his primary caretaker? what’s their relationship like?

-if no, when did they die? did he cope well with it? what’s his relationship with their memory like?

these are really really where you gotta start to write mike imo. or any character! i think one thing stephen king is to be admired for is he doesn’t neglect the parent-child relationship as so many people who write youth do. your parents are the most important people in your life for a long time. i don’t think there’s a wrong or ooc way to answer the above questions tbh. canon has really left a wide open field for you to run amuck in.

(example: i’ve mentioned in the past that my & tfat mike being a small adult is no mistake and intentional. it’s a bit of a throwaway scene, but i mention in on pointe that mike’s parents are coming. it’s intentionally done there too. mike is goofier, more outgoing, more immature in general in that fic in the small bits he’s in & that’s all a response to his familial life. )

culture + friendships

after you answer those questions, important follow up questions are:

-are the losers his first set of friends?

-how much social exposure has he had?

-has he dated? who is he attracted to?

-who influences him? (celebrities, family, culturally)

-what are his cultural interests? what does he do in his free time? how would that impact how he interacts with the rest of the world?

again, no wrong way to answer these. i’ve seen a super broad spectrum of indirect answers to these questions. even thinking about where he might pick up patterns of speech can make him feel much more like a realized character. i’ve noticed some people dip fully into aave to an extent that doesn’t even seem logical in their character’s current situation & it can really seem like a caricature, but i think to write mike without any sense of aave at all is a little ?? too. just be cognizant of it is my only real advice here. it doesn’t so much matter as long as you don’t forget who mike is which next point

humor & personality

-what do you think he would find (shows, comedians, youtube videos) really funny?

-does he have something he quotes often? something he started saying ironically but never stopped?

man i know i’m all there’s no wrong way to write mike !! in this post but i will say real quick that i think mike is funny and i don’t really respect depictions of him where he’s not. i think this is where the movies really just fucked up. book mike drops some of the funniest lines of the book. and honest to god tip is to write out a scene as you feel the urge too, look away for five minutes, look back and give half of richie’s lines away. (or... dialogue.) this sounds like a joke but it was what i did when i first started writing & tfat

i’d always be like “n the funny part goes... to richie.” and thats a fandom inclination too. nooooo. avoid this trap. it doesn’t even make sense. have u ever been in a friend group where only one person... makes jokes? that’d be genuinely so weird. especially bc if you give the joke away to someone else, you can also build on it. amazing things start happening when u start thinking of the characters in flexible patterns. like for example, i almost always give absurdist humor to stan now. wholesome to ben.

mike’s humor is largely situational to me. solid comedic timing & he’s an observant person. sometimes i read back my own writing & have to change the pov bc richies making jokes about things he would never ever notice to make fun of. mike would. mike genuinely sees all. i think he’s just got one of the most analytical brain of the losers. & i think intelligence is subjective and people are smart in different ways but i think it’s foolish to write him as anything other than incredibly intelligent both academically and emotionally. he’s just a natural observer and pattern notice-er. which brings me to my next mike thing:

love & selflessness

i think the biggest part of mike being harder to flesh into a fully realized person is the fandom tendency to make him kind and nothing else. here’s mike. he’s nice. next. bc the book kind of points out his selflessness in his decisions and it makes itself one of his strongest character traits.

especially bc nice seems to trump him having any other emotions. ...no?

i believe in general, but ESPECIALLY in the case of mike, that kindness is a choice. it’s one i genuinely believe he’d make, over & over again. but a choice he makes. he gets annoyed with his friends being annoying like anyone else would. he gets hurt when he feels left out. he feels tired & anxious & hungry and all those other human things. sometimes he might not let it show outwardly, but there’s a difference between that and not giving him feelings at all.

people are selfish. it’s a defense mechanism. it’s to protect us. it’s not a bad thing. we think of how the world impacts ourselves first. we don’t always act upon those thoughts or voice them, but don’t forget to let mike have them. he doesn’t need to be happy for his friends all the time, or rooting for them or supportive. he should have his own things going on.

also. mike’s not a doormat. yes, he stays in derry. but those were life-death consequences for generations of children. it’s really not comparable to almost any decision mike would make in a pennywise free universe. yes, he made a sacrifice in the book but i don’t think he’d just lay himself down in any given universe to whatever fate wants to hand him. but this is where i end this topic bc i’m actually only barely beginning to get to this topic in my own fic!

it’s hard writing the losers young sometimes bc i do feel relationships are naturally a little unbalanced based on basic maturity levels as young people. sometimes friendships just are unbalanced bc of who people are at that time. everyone involved can still be good people in these relationships. it’s about growing together and learning how to be good friends to each other.

for example, in &tfat: certain losers are always checking in with others. others are really wrapped up in their own shit and don’t really notice what bothers the others. it would probably take a chart the size of a textbook to explain how i think this dynamic wholly pans out in full. and yeah, i think it grates on mike a little bit that he is always the checker and never the checkee.

but even when mike snaps, even when he gets upset, i always write it coming out of him with a lot of love. i genuinely think mike, regardless of experience in that fic, has the deepest understanding of love as its own concept and an understand of how exactly it rules his life and and his relationships. mike knows to feel strongly about something he has to care about it. there are lots of things he just doesn’t care about. in the book it’s stated he’s difficult to connect with as an adult. he’s distant. he’s focused on what he wants to focus on. i think mike is actually the most interesting when he becomes a little bit of a disaster man with very little time for what doesn’t interest him.

which last thing, dislikes & disinterests

-what annoys him?

-what makes him genuinely angry?

-what bores him to tears?

i always make jokes that i bring up the nastier parts of the losers bc i love nasty boys but thinking of things people don’t like is as much a part of them as the things they do.

for example, in &tfat, i write richie as making fun of “nerdy” things like anything you could find at comic con. i write bev as not giving a fuck about sports. bill doesn’t care about richie’s music tastes. eddie hates getting condescended to.

bc of the ... kind thing, mike’s one of the harder losers to do this with. i genuinely think mike would listen to any of his friends tell him about anything. & he knows, in return, they can’t say shit when he wants to ramble about history. but dislikes can also be super situational.

again, for example in & tfat: mike doesn’t like when his friends talk about college right now. no one is really being sensitive to him at all. he hates getting blamed for stuff that isn’t his fault, mostly bc it keeps happening.

anyway. i based a lot of my mike (mostly sense of humor and personality) off of a mix of real life friends of mine. it’s a luxury. i know. i’ve been blessed to have friends from literally all walks of life & for me borrowing little habits & quirks & sayings & jokes to slip into my fics and characters is my way of writing one massive love letter to those ive known. i hope i’ve helped you in some way anon. n if not.... don’t be sad i’m hardly one to take writing advice from anyway jandjxjx

overall, as i used to do often, i’d genuinely stop myself and say: is this a person, or a convenience for the plot? and if it was the latter, sigh, and get my backspace key ready.

#mike hanlon

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jq37 · 5 years ago

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The Report Card – Fantasy High Sophomore Year Ep 4

Skipper Thistlespring and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

We pick back up at The Swan’s Little Parade where rich people shenanigans are taking place. Gorgug breaks from the group to try and call Zelda. When she doesn’t answer, he leaves the saddest, sweetest apology voicemail ever. Lou breaks. Siobhan breaks. I break.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group gameplans. Adaine pushes back against the idea that they have to talk to Aelwyn. Her parents are also an option and Aelwyn is not a good person, no matter how hot Fabian is for her. They also check out the guest book from the hotel and see that Bill Seacaster has stayed there several times, always right after a Garthy O’Brien (they see that it happened a bunch while they were in jail and it was probably in conjunction with when Bill was supplying palimpsests). Fabian recognizes the name as a pirate and Cathilda knows they run the Gold Gardens which is a floating pirate casino/brothel.

Kristen tries to release Gorthalax but just confirms that, because of the curse, doing it without messing up Gorthalax is gonna be tough.

Sandra-Lynn goes to get Gorgug while Fig decides to careen the campaign into Crazytown and make herself Empress for Life of the same. She disguises herself as an old lady and tries to drop off a note giving her phone number as the new number of the cop she impersonated last episode (Detective Decker) so she can send a fully grown cop texts that would def get him Chris Hansen’d irl. Brennan decides that if she’s gonna keep making beds, she should probably lie in one of them for once and comes for her entire life in the funniest scene of the episode. No recap I could give can do it justice(links to clips here: x, x). Just know it ends with Fig running away and ditching her phone in a lake, which could very possibly have plot consequences if she forgets to replace her phone before she’s in a tight spot where it would be helpful and the absolute dumbest/funniest reason for a character death (I want to note that she did replace her phone technically, but with a huge, old, brick phone from Adaine’s jacket that can’t be as useful as an actual cell).

ANYWAY

Tracker creates a Moon Haven in the van which is basically like a dope pillow fort with the Sanctuary spell cast on it and TARDIS bigger-on-the-inside spatial mechanics. Once they’re inside the Moon Haven, Ragh finally feels safe to tell them what he knows--which he does telepathically via Adaine and the message spell to make everything extra safe. Here’s a rundown of what he tells them:

He saw Kalina on the night of prom after the big fight. She was talking to Jace (the sorcery “teacher”) and an elven woman who looked like Adaine in black robes--Adaine confirmed with a picture that it was her mother.

After being healed by Porter, Ragh started walking home and was stopped by Kalina who said she would kill his mom if he told anyone what he saw.

Ragh’s mom Lydia is also a half-orc barbarian. She was on a mission in the Red Waste (where the 7 Maidens have their Sophomore Year quest) and they found a soul gem that was leaking something bad. She put it in her chest to contain the evil but at the cost of her health. She’s now extremely sick and in a permanent, medically-induced rage to keep her alive. She refuses medical treatment because no one can ensure the evil won’t be released if they remove the gem.

His mom fucking slaps.

So that’s all deeply worrying. Adaine invites Ragh and his mom to live with them in the Haunted House and Fig offers to give them Dr. Asha’s number. Gorgug discovers the Van can become a boat which is convenient for the pirate-y things they have to do (the Golden Gardens is on the way to Falinel so they decide to stop there first). Fig has a heart to heart with Gilear while Adaine and Sandra-Lynn take first watch outside since the Moon Haven can only hold nine people. Adaine has to roll a wisdom save because she’s outside of the Haven’s protection and, even on a 16, the music goes all scary and she feels that something is in the tent with her outside. Something humanoid and her size with its knees to its chest. She senses that if she sees its face, something will happen to her and, instead of looking at it, she calls for Sandra-Lynn. By the time she shows up, the thing is gone. Fig assures Adaine that she’s not crazy or seeing things and, based on Adaine’s description, they’re able to deduce that it wasn’t Baron or Kalina.

In the morning, Gorgug is pretty bummed and asks everyone to call him Skipper. Kristen is very down and Fabian is very not. They discuss whether they should tell all of the information from Ragh to the 7 Maidens (no) and whether Gorgug should call Zelda (yes). They drive into the sea. Gorgug finally talks to Zelda who is not happy with him for the ghosting and unintentional thoughtlessness. She’s even less happy with him when she realizes he forgot to get the generator they needed to stay in touch long distance. They’re breaking up. Do I mean relationship-wise or phone-wise? You don’t know? Well that makes two of us (Thanks, I Hate It).

They’re at sea for two days and then make it to the floating pirate shipwreck city of Leviathan. Pirate adventures next week, y’all!

Detention

Fig for Trying to Seduce ANOTHER Middle-Aged Man

Listen, I’ll stop putting her here for this when she stops doing this. Not to mention, she invented a whole ass person (HILDA HILDA?????) when she’s just been told that nightmare monsters are being generated from lies. Fig, my girl. Ms. Faeth. Please. I’m begging you. Please.

Honor Roll

All of the Adults for Stepping Up

Every single adult in this episode was on fire. Fig confided in Gilear and he stepped up to the plate with a This-Is-So-Serious-I’m-Going-To-Use-Your-Actual-Full-Name, speech. Sandra-Lynn showed Adaine how to do some ranger stuff and jumped in to save her when she cried out. Cathilda was ready with warm milk and cookies she somehow was able to make in the van as soon as Adaine needed them. Sandra-Lynn also had a heart to heart with Fig and even Gorthalax, who’s still trapped in the ruby, gave Fig a spell slot back. And, of course, Ragh’s mom slaps.

Random Thoughts

Adaine and Fabian both being uber rich but being on the opposite ends of the rich people spectrum is hilarious. Adaine is a “Sleeping in a van? I’ve heard of that but I’ve never gotten to do it. This will be fun!” Rich Kid and Fabian is a “No turn down service? Hard pass,” Rich Kid.

I was happy that they brought Ragh along for comedy reasons but who knew he was gonna be so chock full of backstory and important story beats? Like, every good GM has a way of making whatever story path that was chosen seem like the only way the story could have gone and I’m sure that whoever was picked, Brennan would have made that seem like the obvious and essential choices but I’m very happy they picked Ragh. Him talking about how much he loves his mom was so adorable! I love that he’s a big, good, dumb boy now and I’m happy they invited him to live at the Haunted House. That’s def gonna be good for some shenanigans (also love that Adaine’s only stipulation was that he had to be nice to Zayn and he was so eager to agree).

Insane Ally Move of the Game: Deciding that Kristen genuinely doesn’t know Gilear used to be lunch lad at their school. Is Kristen even on the same plane of existence as everyone else. And then, later, “I worry about Gilear.” Do you really???

I totally forgot that Gilear was not only an elven diplomat but also a full on actual counselor. Makes it even wilder that he lost the job to Jawbone. Also, while we’re talking about him, I said we were gonna inevitably gonna get some more color on Gilear this season and we saw some of that in this ep when Adaine uses detect thoughts on him (which, btw, seems like a horribly invasive thing that people do very casually in this world) and we see that he gave up his career for Sandra-Lynn and then was wrecked when she cheated on him. Really puts a melancholy shade over his hilarious ineptness.

Another thing I figured we’d see soon and that we’re starting to see is Adaine speaking up on Aelwyn. Two times this ep she tried to steer the group away from Aelwyn and seemed more serious than her usual trash talk. As excited as I am for pirate adventures, I want to get to Falinel ASAP to see how this shakes out.

Also, on the mom front, wild that we found out that Ragh has a super dope mom in the same scene Adaine took another L and found out that her mom is also involved in this shadiness. Black robes are never a good sign. But I will say, just based on the story beats we’ve gotten, I’m not totally sold on the idea that she’s 100% bad--or at least that she doesn’t care for Adaine at all. I’m wondering if she wasn’t at school trying to find Adaine (possibly among other things).

“Every time you have sex it’s a gamble. You could lose your heart.”/”What happened to you on tour?”

Gorgug trying to let a full sized griffon land on his arm is hilarious. I love that. He’s so wholesome and dumb.

I love that when Emily was doing her Hilda-Hilda nonsense , turned into Detective Decker, and ran past the police house precinct, Lou was the only person who was on her wavelength and understood what she was trying to do while everyone else was like????

We find out in this ep that Van can control all the auxiliary functions of the van but not the actual driving, which is important to know before a sticky situation. On a more personal note, we find out that he was originally a planetar (second most powerful D&D angel) of Elysium, specializing in harmony, relaxation, and chill vibes and he got dumped and kicked out of heaven for sleeping through a call to battle.

We also get the cursed image of a van with hands which I knew was gonna be the shirt and lo and behold.

“Fuck Me.”/”When.” Y’all are the worst.

I love that Brennan mentioned Porter in Ragh’s flashback, fully knowing it was gonna trigger Emily.

Fig’s new plan is to get all of her parents in a throuple and I don’t even know where to begin with that tbh so I won’t.

@voxfantasma made a comment last week that Sandra-Lynn very well could have seen Kalina which is why she can she her in the photo--which is an offhand comment I made when I was talking about the rules of the photo last week--and Ragh’s reaction to the photo is making me move this theory back up to the top spot. I still wish they would show the photo to more people so we’d have more data for this.

I loved Fig tossing Fabian a bardic inspiration for a compliment even though he didn’t really need it. I also love that she has a rider in her rockstar contract necessitating gogurt be at all her shows for Gilear.

Adaine paranoidly casting water breathing on everyone at the slightest hint that they may have to go near water. Our girl is learning from the mistakes of the last oracle.

With the gang facing off against the Nightmare King and Brennan’s description of the thing in Adaine’s tent as being humanoid, about her side, and sitting in a sort of defensive way, I’m wondering it what it was was a manifestation of her own anxiety or something along those lines. Of course, it could just be a normal ass monster. Sometimes the scariest thing is your inner turmoil and sometimes it’s just a monster trying to bite your head off.

We also learn that Cathilda has a super wild adventurer’s life before she settled down to be a maid--so she knows what she’s missing and she’s fine with it--and also that she is paid ridiculously well, which makes me feel better about what’s going on with her. Also, her moment with Adaine and the cookies was so sweet. My notes for that scene say, “Adaine loves Cathilda and so do I.”

I loved Murph and Riz going equally Pepe Silvia trying to anagram out Garthy O’Brien (which is also what I was doing, especially since Brennan specifically spelled out the name). Cheers to Murph/Riz and Siobhan/Adaine trying to single handedly keep the story on track--both in and out of character.

There’s a part in this ep where Adaine Ray of Frosts Fig who immediately Hellish Rebukes her and that’s truly the kind of step-sister shenanigans I want to see from them as much as possible please and thank you. Also, like I said before, it was very sweet of Fig to reassure Adaine that she wasn’t just seeing things in the tent. Her catfishing middle aged men aside, she can be very empathetic when she wants to be.

Adaine cast (or tried to cast Friends) on the thing in her tent. And I think it’s very telling about her character that that’s the spell she would cast and not an offensive one. Not that messing w/ someone’s brain is a super chill thing to do or anything, but I think, “Maybe I can calm whoever this is and talk to them and we can get some information,” is a much more measured reaction than maybe, “Let’s blast this thing to kingdom come and ask questions later.”

“Man van is a boat, my boat is a van.”

Brennan lets Adaine roll w/ advantage to convince the Hangman to come with them on the Van (which he still hates) because she said, “Please” really cute which is the kind of arbitrary DM fiat that I love.

Adaine: We should tell them unless we’re being graded on a curve. (Savage.)

“Fig, she’s a maid. She’s not allowed to lie.”

All the skipper talk this ep got the Gilligan’s Island theme stuck in my head (never seen an ep but my mom watches it sometimes) so the next day I was getting dressed going “With Fabian, and the skipper too, the oracle, the PI,” to the GI theme song. Also, did not know skipper and captain were the same title until Fabian got all upset and I looked it up. Yet another piece of information I know because of some game (along with what a panacea is (Dragon Quest 9) and where the CDC is (Pandemic)).

Gorgug, being offered a virgin daiquiri: No thanks, I’m driving. (I’ve said this before: Zac low key has the best comic timing of anyone.)

When Riz is angraming, one of the things he ends up with is something about a “night yorb” which Brennan decided is a real thing that both the Hangman and the Van are very wary about. Having the Hangman constantly being like, “SPEAK NOT OF THE NIGHT YORB!” and the Van being like, “Seriously, don’t fuck with the night york,” was so funny and such nonsense. I can’t wait for the night yorb mini boss fight that has to happen now because of the rule of funny.

Gorgug comes down from his call with Zelda and everyone except for Fabian (and probably Ragh who cannon-balls off the boat w/ Fabian and they both have to be rescued by Sandra-Lynn) knows exactly what happened immediately. Aw, buddy. One of my favorite things about media where you have kids saving the world is you have relationship drama and also the world is ending and it all feels equally high stakes. I find that so funny but also it feels very representative of what high school was like, or at least what it felt like (minus the literal apocalypse, obv. Or maybe not. Idk what was going on at your high school).

Adaine continues lending out Boggy to anyone who needs him.

Also, Gorgug tries to build a cell tower with driftwood and parts from Adaine’s jacket. It’s not going super hot.

Both Adaine and Riz are podcast nerds and listen to This Solesian Life. All checks out. Their friendship is underrated.

“I’m feeling really bad and my van is a boat.”

“I was gonna be straight edge except for drugs,” gives me “Sober salad” energy.

The whole discussion about Kristen getting tracker silly putty for her birthday.

The Van was serving some serious Ned Flanders energy along with the Owen Wilson energy this episode.

Brennan does pretty good whale noises.

Only crit this episode is Fig with a nat 20 insight to know Gorgug’s conversation with Zelda did not go well. Which is something she’d crit on.

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #fantasy high live #report card

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lofihope · 6 years ago

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Nothing Like Us

Genre | Angst / College AU

Pairing | Jeon Jungkook / Reader. (maybe some Jimin??)

Words | 4682

Summary | You were high school sweethearts, now Jungkook has become someone you can’t recognize. Are you going to make it through the storm? Can you both find the love you lost? Can you figure out who you’ve become?

Warnings | Language

A/n | Reposting this on my new blog! Chapter 2 is being written!

Listen to Jungkook’s cover of Nothing Like Us!

It was two in the morning, the sound of rain against the windows and the soft taping of your pen against your forgotten homework filled the empty apartment. The cup of tea you had made yourself sat cold and half full on your stack of books. You shivered, wrapping the hoodie around your body tighter. His hoodie. His scent. It used to comfort you when you were struggling with your entrance letters and studying for the SATs. Now it only made you lonely. You had given up on your homework hours ago, around the time he didn’t come home after practice. You sighed, cursing at yourself for not giving up and going to bed. You couldn’t. You both would always wait up for the other person, making sure they got home safely… That was when he used to at least text you when he would be late. Now you were left alone more and more.

The sound of keys in the door forced you out of your memories. You waited, listening for the sound of him kicking off his shoes and cursing himself out when he stumbled into the living room. He froze, seeing you with your arms crossed and glaring at him.

“Hey.” He grunted, pulling off his wet hoodie and dropping it on the ground with a wet slap.

“Hey?” You frowned. “That’s it?”

“What do you want from me, y/n?” He sighed, turning his back and heading for the bedroom. You went after him.

“God damn it, Jungkook! It’s two in the morning!” You snapped.

“I know what time it is. Thanks mom.” He said sarcastically.

“And you didn’t call or text me? Here I was, worried about you and waiting for you to get home to have dinner and you-“ You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. The smell of alcohol was overpowering now that you were next to him. “You were out partying. You couldn’t even let me know you were okay? I had to text Jimin to see if you were alive!”

“You texted my friends asking about me? What are you? A stalker? A crazy girlfriend?” Jungkook glared at you. The look hit you like someone punched you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you. It wasn’t the first time he looked at you like you were nothing, but it was the first time he did it with such malice. “Y’know, I really thought you were smarter than that, y/n.” He laughed, running a hand through his dripping hair. “I didn’t want to talk to you. I wanted to be alone—for once. Why can’t you get your own life?”

You were silent, tears stinging your eyes. “Fine. Do what you want.” Your voice shook with the hurt.

Jungkook sighed again, the anger leaving his eyes. “I’m going to take a shower.” He looked defeated, like your tears crushed any fight in him. That was almost worse, you thought. He shut the door to the bathroom and you heard the lock turn, signaling he wasn’t done with his alone time apparently.

You glared at the door, not knowing who you were angry at. You were finally broken out of your thoughts as Jungkook’s phone began chirping on the nightstand. Before you could stop yourself, your hands found his phone. You stared through the tears at the bright screen, seeing a name you didn’t recognize telling your boyfriend that she missed him already and that she had fun. You didn’t have to open the text. In fact, you couldn’t. You put the phone back down where you found it.

Empty…

That’s what you felt. It had been months since you felt anything. Despite the emptiness you felt, tears wouldn’t stop coming.

You crawled into bed. You let your body shake with the silent sobs that you were holding in. By the time Jungkook got out of the shower, you were silent. You closed your eyes, pretending to be asleep so you wouldn’t have to look at him again. As bad as your relationship had been the last few weeks, you hoped he would crawl into bed and wrap his strong arms around you and hold you like he was scared to lose you… But that hope was also crushed as he grabbed his pillow and left the room, shutting the door softly behind him. It would be another night without his warmth next to you. The rain came down even harder, the thunder drowning out your sobs.

Morning came too quickly, your eyes never being able to find rest. You got up quickly, showering and grabbing everything you needed. You set out a quick breakfast for Jungkook like you did every morning. He looked so soft, so innocent, more like the boy you fell in love with all those years ago. You missed it, the soft bunny smile and the way his eyes lit up when he saw you. Even before he grew into his body, his skinny arms always made you feel safe and warm. You started feeling that distance weeks ago. At first you brushed the feeling off as stress or insecurity now that Jungkook was the star of the school’s hockey team. He was breathtaking now. No longer soft and squishy and shy. College, and hockey, did a number on him. He gain muscle and confidence through practice and friends through his team. College forced him to meet new people and to leave the comfort that you had brought each other. You figured he would return to the Jungkook that you had come to love, but it just started getting worse the more you held onto him. You thought it was just stress causing him to act this way, but after last night, you knew it was you pushing him away. The thought made you want to throw up.

You left your apartment with Jungkook still sleeping on the couch. You decided to leave him alone like he asked. Your morning routine had become making him breakfast and waking him up so he wasn’t late. Maybe he was sick of you babying him. Maybe he was sick of you pretending to be his mom, like he had called you last night.

It wasn’t until you made it to the library at the university that your phone buzzed against your thigh.

From Jungkook <3:

God damn it, why didn’t you wake me up? I’m late to practice thanks to you.

Your eyes stung from his words once again. You decided not to respond. He was clearly still upset from the night before. Jungkook wasn’t one to let go of things that bothered him. You usually just rode it out with him—in the four years you had been dating, he never took it out on you. Not until you reached college. That’s when it started to change.

You and Jungkook had moved in together before you started college. You had got in with scholarships to your program and Jungkook had gotten into the business program with a hockey scholarship. You already didn’t see Kook much, with your different programs meant that you would almost never overlap classes. It had been a year of that. Now in your second year of college, Jungkook started looking elsewhere for comfort and fun. You had a small group of friends from classes, but you didn’t feel like partying due to the fear of losing your scholarships if your grades slipped, so you rarely met new people outside of your major. There was one person who attached herself to you, despite the very obvious differences in personalities.

“Y/n~~” Yuna called warmly, walking over to you with such confidence and beauty. “How is my sweet little baby~” She cooed, wrapping her arms around your waist and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. You laughed weakly at her affection. She was your best friend, always so bright and warm and nice to everyone. You admired her in many ways, but she never made you feel like you were somehow lesser because of your differences. In fact, she always made you feel like you were better than you probably were. “You looked so cute, I had to come steal a kiss.” She giggled, wrapping her arm around your waist. “Don’t tell Kook on me.”

“I don’t think he would care much.” You laughed sadly.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” Her voice turned serious, making you face her. You barely could meet her eyes, and when you did, your lip quivered as you fought the tears that filled your eyes. She hugged you tightly, rubbing comforting circles into your back.

“I think I’m pushing Jungkook away. He’s been so distant. He acted like I was smothering him.” You groaned, rubbing your tired eyes.

“Well, frankly, it makes sense.” She said softly, making you pull away and give her a look. “Listen, I’m your friend, I’m going to be honest. He’s basically your whole life. You two were high school sweethearts. Neither of you have experienced life and now he’s on a team of boys that just got away from their parents and they want to rebel… while you and him are already like a married couple. He never got to be a college student and you… as much as I love you and would never want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with… are not much of a risk taker. You are very responsible, y/n.” Yuna smoothed down your hair, comforting you as she told you the hard truth. “Maybe it’s best if you find your own life and let him have some fun. What are your hobbies? What do you do for fun outside of reading or being so smart?”

You stared at her silently. She sighed. “There has to be something you have an interest in.” You shook your head. Everything you enjoyed doing was a solo activity—things you could do in the comfort of your home. “OK… Y/n, I know you’re not boring. You are the funniest person I know and you are so smart. Jungkook has hockey. I have modeling and fashion. We can find you something.”

“Yuna, I don’t want to look pathetic.” You groaned.

“Good. Let’s get you some interests outside of college. There are so many options. Let’s introduce you to people. You just gotta be open to it. You promise?” Yuna smiled at you like she was excited for you.

“OK, fine… But I swear to god if you make me look like an ass, I’ll show everyone that photo of you I have from freshman year.”

Yuna gasped. “I thought you deleted that!”

“Yeah well, I lied. I knew you would be a pain in my ass and I needed blackmail.” You laughed as she lightly slapped you and whined.

“You love me and you know it!” Yuna pouted, clinging to your arm as you walked to class. “Oh! Here’s an idea! My friends are throwing a party tonight—“

“Yuna, I hate parties.”

She ignored you. “And you should come and meet a few of my friends. We can just talk to them and see what kinds of things they do for fun around here. You don’t have to drink. That’s your choice. Parties aren’t just about getting drunk and hooking up. You can meet people and make friends. I’m sure that’s why Jungkook has been going to all the hockey team’s parties. Team bonding.”

“You better not leave my side.”

“I promise I won’t!”

You determined that was a fucking lie. Yuna got dragged away after five minutes of introducing you to people. In her defense, she did try her best not to abandon you. The truth of the matter was that she was just too popular to stick to your side and you had promised to try and meet people. You didn’t need a chaperone. You were fully capable of making friends, you just didn’t like to, but she was right. You had to give Jungkook some breathing room and find your own hobbies. You had been talking to a group of girls for the last ten minutes and they were actually very nice. You couldn’t see yourself actually being friends with them, but they were warm and kind to you regardless of your lack of shared interests.

“Y/n?” A warm voice came from behind you, a gentle hand grabbed your elbow to get your attention.

“Jimin!” You were surprised to see him. He smiled brightly at you, making you smile in response.

“What are you doing here? I thought you don’t like parties.”

You shook the water bottle in your hand. “Not drinking, just here to have fun. Yuna insisted that I find some hobbies outside of studying.” You laughed, knowing he probably thought you were weird. “What are you doing here? I thought this was the music program’s party.”

“Oh, I have a friend studying dance. I was thinking of switching my major and wanted to meet some people. My friend got taken to the dance floor by some girls.” He laughed, seeing you nod knowingly. “Plus a lot of the hockey team likes to crash other parties.”

“Oh so you’re just a bunch of slackers?” You raised your eyebrow, teasingly. He laughed loudly.

“You could say something like that.” Jimin looked so soft, shyly running his hand through his hair as you teased him. “So, y/n, what do you like to do for fun? If Yuna is getting involved, you know this is going to be good.”

“She promised not to make me look like a fool.” You smiled, everyone knew Yuna and no one could find a single bad word to say about her. She was wonderful. “I like writing I guess. I don’t think I’m very good. Yuna thinks I need to find something to do with other people though.”

“I don’t know about that. I bet you’re pretty good at it. Can I read something sometime?” Jimin looked genuinely interested, making you slightly nervous at him actually reading your stuff.

“If… you want to?” You mumbled softly. “I didn’t think you’d be interested in that stuff.”

“Hey! Don’t lump me in with Jungkook and the team members. They have no taste. I’m surprised if they know how to read.” Jimin faked outrage, over acting with his whole body.

“Sorry, sorry!” You covered your face, trying not to give in to his antics and laugh at him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” A voice growled behind you, making you jump and stumble into Jimin. He caught you, surprise showing on his face as his expression twisted into confusion. You looked, seeing Jungkook standing there with his arms crossed and a dark expression all over his face. You mentally cursed yourself.

“Excuse me?” You asked, frowning at him. “Yuna invited me.” You explained.

“What bullshit. You can’t just leave me alone, can you? I asked for some space and now you’re following me around?” Jungkook growled, loud enough for those around you to turn and look at the commotion over the music of the party.

“I didn’t even know you would be here! It’s a music major party!” You defended yourself, not liking that he was making a scene in front of people. It was one thing to get mad at you in private, but it was another to embarrass you. “Why are you being so mean? What did I do to you?”

“You’re annoying!’ Jungkook snapped.

“Jungkook!” Jimin growled. “Stop being a fucking dickhead.” Jungkook’s cold look moved towards Jimin.

“And once again, you’re bothering my teammates? Didn’t I tell you to mind your own business?” He glared at Jimin but you knew he was talking to you.

“I’m the one who bothered her!” Jimin yelled right back at him.

“I’ll just leave. I’m sorry.” Tears formed once again, you hated being yelled at and now people were looking at you. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t want everyone to know how much your own boyfriend hated you, but you wanted to disappear. You marched passed him, head hung and trying to find your way out. You heard Jimin yelling at him but you didn’t stay to hear what was said.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Jungkook’s warm voice filled the silence. You smiled, looking up at the stars, not daring to look at him. “We’re going to make it, y/n. You’re so strong and smart and good. You are everything I need.” He whispered into your skin every promise and every compliment that he could. His arms held you tight against him, just starting to gain muscle from his practice. “Never leave me, y/n.”

“I won’t.” You reassured him, lacing your fingers with his. “You have me forever.”

“You can’t leave me like my mom did…” He buried his face into your neck, his silent tears finding your skin. “You’re all I got. You’re the only one who loves me.”

“That’s not true, Kookie.” You shushed him, turning in his arms to face him. “You just haven’t met them yet. When we get out of here, you’re going to meet so many people who adore you, just like I do. We are going to have a family. I will always be by your side. You don’t have to keep being afraid that I’m going to leave. I will always support you. I will always love you.” You kissed him with every one one of your promises whispered into his soul. You wanted him to feel the overflowing love he deserved. “I will be with you through the storm.”

You woke up exhausted. Why did you have to dream about the night he promised forever? Perhaps because you knew he wasn’t the same boy you had fallen in love with… That boy didn’t have a mean bone in his body. That was only three years ago, now it felt like a lifetime. You weren’t the same person either. You were tired. You were so tired and it was finally catching up with you. You didn’t know when you both changed, but you could feel it coming. Jungkook couldn’t even stand the sight of you anymore.

You turned off your phone that night. Jimin and Yuna both spammed your phone and you couldn’t take it anymore. Jungkook didn’t come home. You didn’t even take your phone with as you headed to class.

“Y/n!” Yuna’s voice was loud as she stomped over to you. “I was so worried about you. Jimin told me what happened.”

You shrugged. “I’m fine.”

“Y/n… I have something to tell you.” She grabbed your hand and led you over to the bench.

“We’re going to be late for class.” You said lamely. Yuna looked at you with pity, making you feel even worse.

“Y/n… Jimin and I… saw Jungkook with a girl last night.” She said it softly, as if she didn’t want you to shatter.

“I know.”

“They were just kissing! I didn’t see anything-“ She stopped. “What? You know?”

“I saw his phone a couple days ago.” You sighed, closing your eyes and trying to stop the headache that was forming. “It’s fine, Yuna. Thanks for telling me though.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“What!?” Yuna yelled as if you slapped her. “What do you mean nothing? He’s creating on you.”

“And? What can I do about it?” You asked, looking at her for an answer.

“Leave him!” You watched as Yuna was filled with all the rage that should have been yours. It bothered you that Yuna was able to feel all the things that you wished you could. You wished you could be mad at him but it was just… emptiness.

“I can’t.”

“Like hell you can’t! He doesn’t deserve you.” Yuna clung to your body, trying to hug away all the sadness that you should have been feeling.

“I promised I wouldn’t leave him, Yuna. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Let’s go to class.”

“You won’t leave him even though he clearly doesn’t love you? You’re just going to let yourself get hurt?” Yuna argued, following after you as you tried to leave.

“Yuna, please.” You begged, the desperation filled your voice. “I love you, and I appreciate your concern, but I have my reasons.”

“That’s what I said about my ex.” Yuna mumbled to herself. “Fine. But I’m here for you when you decide you wanna face it.” She wrapped her arm around yours and put her head on your shoulder. “I just love you so much, Sweetheart.”

“Wow, I feel like I’m left out.” Jimin pouted, catching up to the two of you as you entered the building.

“Park ‘Where’s my hug?’ Jimin.” You deadpanned.

Yuna laughed, pulling out her phone and showing him a picture. “Look, it’s you.”

“Man, what the fuck? Y/n, don’t let her do this to me.” Jimin whined.

“Sorry, you did this to yourself.”

“This is rude. You guys are not good friends.” Jimin continued to complain as you entered class.

“I’m sorry, who are you? Friends? Where?” Yuna looked around. “I only know, Y/n. My baby. My love. You? You’re at best a sweaty jockstrap.” Jimin faked hurt, making you and Yuna laugh. Yuna and Jimin were able to distract you from thinking about Jungkook. They spent the rest of the day with you, clearly trying to see if you were okay. They even went to the library with you to study, much to your annoyance. They were not quiet, but they were warm. You missed that feeling. You missed being cared for, so you didn’t send them away. You were able to have a small break before you went home to an empty apartment.

It was dark by the time you walked up the steps to your apartment. You felt so much better thanks to Yuna and Jimin. You yawned as you opened the door to your apartment. You kicked your shoes off and almost missed Jungkook’s sneakers by the door. You had expected him not to come home again. The fact that he was home almost made you turn and leave again. The fact that he was home irritated you—a feeling that you would have never thought you would feel coming home to the love of your life. You let yourself prepare yourself before you entered the living room.

Jungkook was on the couch, his head in his hands and his hands pulling at his hair. He looked frozen until he heard the door shut behind you. His head jerked up, making eye contact with you.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Jungkook growled.

“You’re not going to like the answer.” You hummed, setting your books down on the coffee table.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“With Yuna and Jimin.” You ignored his glare, deciding to go to the fridge for drink. Anything to get out from under him.

“You’re the reason Jimin didn’t come to practice today?” Jungkook questioned slowly, like he was trying to keep his composure. You mentally cursed yourself—you forgot Jimin had practice today. Of course he did. They had practice everyday.

“No. He made his own choice not to go to practice. Me and Yuna were studying and he came with.”

“Why would he do that?” He challenged.

“I don’t know, Jungkook. Maybe because he needs good grades if he wants to transfer to a new program? Maybe because he cares about school? Maybe he’s only playing hockey to pay for school.” You threw out some ideas, hoping Jungkook would drop it. He didn’t.

“You’ve got him all figured out, don’t you?” Jungkook growled.

“What? Are you jealous?” You deadpanned.

“Yeah! Maybe I am! You’re not supposed to be out leading on my teammates!” Jungkook stood up, anger getting the best of him. Your phone fell out of his lap. Both of you looked at it. Your eyes slowly went to Jungkook’s face. His eyes were wild with panic of being caught.

“Jungkook…” You started.

“I was trying to text you all day!” He defended. “You wouldn’t answer. I come home and find your phone off and I don’t know what happened to you! So yeah, I looked at your phone.” Jungkook huffed, acting as if he had every right.

“Oh… So now you care about me?” You narrowed your eyes. “So, did you like what you found?”

Jungkook flinched at your words. You knew what he found. Yuna had been spamming your phone checking to see if you were okay and telling you about Jungkook’s new friend. You knew Yuna had texted you about his cheating. You knew he saw it.

“I-I…” Jungkook’s anger left his body. “Yuna and Jimin were worried.” He said lamely.

“I know. I was with them.” You sighed. The silence between you was… nice. For you at least. This was the first time Jungkook wasn’t angry at you in months. It was a nice quiet. Jungkook, on the other hand, looked like he was drowning. “Can I have my phone back, please?”

“You’re not mad?” He mumbled, looking down at his feet.

“You can go through my phone as much as you want. I have nothing to hide.” You took the phone back, not bothering to check it. You said the last part with a slight edge, knowing he couldn’t say the same for himself.

“Y/n… she told you, didn’t she?”

“I already knew.” You answered softly. You watched the last hope leave his eyes as he tried to hold back tears.

“Of course you did.” He laughed dryly. “And you didn’t say anything. You just let me hurt you.” He looked at you again, seeing your expressionless face. “God damn it, Y/n! Get mad at me. Yell at me. Do something!”

“Why?” You asked suddenly.

“What? What do you mean why? I cheated on you!” Jungkook’s voice was starting to raise once again.

“What would getting mad do? Would it have stopped you? Would it erase the fact that you already did it? Would it stop you from doing it again?” You laughed at yourself. “I’ve been going crazy these last couple months. I thought it was my fault. I thought I was smothering you or pushing you away and I just wanted you to feel better. You have been so mad and so mean to me. I just wanted us to go back to what we had. Yelling at you isn’t going to magically fix the fact that you don’t love me anymore. I’m sick of fighting for your love.”

“Then why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you leave?” Jungkook demanded.

“Why didn’t you?” You challenged. “Are you too much of a coward to admit you don’t love me anymore? I’m not the one who forgot to love you. Why should I be the one to leave? I promised you I wasn’t going anywhere. You are not going to use this as an excuse to hate me like you hate your mother.”

“Fuck you, Y/n!” Jungkook growled.

“Admit that you’ve been trying to push me away. Admit that you don’t love me. Otherwise, we can just keep this whole thing going.”

Jungkook roared with anger. “Fine! You’re right! I fucking hate you, y/n! You are always perfect! You never do anything wrong and it’s fucking suffocating. I am dying. I’m not who you want me to be and you made me hate myself for it. You won’t even yell at me for cheating on you because I made you promise not to leave me? What kind of fucked up thinking is that?!” He yelled all the things you knew he had been keeping inside. “You cry like some pathetic puppy that I kicked and abandoned. You fucking cry every time we talk. The one time I actually do something and you refuse to get mad or cry or react at all. I don’t know what I’m dealing with anymore!”

“You need to leave, y/n. I don’t love you anymore.” Jungkook whispered.

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Orimar loves deeply and unapologetically.

He always has, he always will, it's only somewhat of a character flaw of his. If he was maybe six (four) tankards down, he'd admit that it was maybe a tiny bit of a problem for him. There are dozens of hundreds of ports all across the world where Orimar Vale, The Orimar Vale, yes ladies, yes gentlemen, yes assorted personages, That Great and Fantastic Orimar Vale, Legendary Corsair, unparalleled in all of the skies and seas and lands, undoubtedly broke at least one heart. He loathes to do it, of course, but his greatest love is the skies, the adventure, the faint smell of salt and the strong smell of iron. That's just the way it is, darlings, there's nothing he could do about it. He's charisma on legs, and adventure calls him too sweetly for him to deny it. And he didn't have favorites, of course not. (And not at all anyone one specific Queen hidden at the edge of the world. Of course not.) Some people could call that sort of this dishonest, or that he was only interested in the more carnal aspects of a relationship, which was, honestly, the funniest thing he's ever heard. What's the point of sleeping with someone if they can't look you in the eyes and just know your entire life story from just one glance? It's true, he's a romantic. Guilty as charged. Lock him up and throw away the key. And anyone who said otherwise was obviously paid to slander his name. He loves his ship too, and all of his gold, and his feather weave. He loves all of his crew, even the sicklier orphans who are most certainly on their way off of the mortal coil already. He picks up a scrawny nervous kid from a tiny monastery because he needs a doctor, and so does his crew, and so does his ship and not for any other reason at all.

Orimar loves deeply and unapologetically. It's not all romantic, or horny. Sometimes he can understand that people aren't into that, and Orimar Vale is nothing if not respectable, and if anyone tells you otherwise point them in his direction because he has a slander charge he'd like to raise against them. Dref Wormwood, as he prefers to be called, is a slim tiny thing with maybe seven separate anxiety disorders that Orimar Vale adores. He's so sharp and so clever, give him a problem of any kind it'll be solved in a day or two. Sure, the kid might have worked himself up into thirty different states, but he'll get you a solution. Signed sealed delivered, there it is. He gives him an office, gives him tools and texts and lab coats. Robs several churches and doesn't ask questions. Whatever his doctor needs, Orimar will get for him, because it's Dref. If he wants something, it'll just help him out later. Orimar's pretty smart, actually. He has to be to stay alive for so long, in his line of work. He does get hurt sometimes, mostly when he's robbing churches, or when he's running away from the fucking Red Feathers because he was robbing a church, and hey- it's not like they have any proof he was doing that, they weren't there. He sinks most of them, some he doesn't bother with, because he's nothing without his legacy. Someone has to be around to tell everyone else that it was Orimar Vale, greatest corsair alive, who sunk them like an excited child sunk a paper boat in a puddle. Regardless of the military's ineptitude, and back to the infinity more interesting point. He would give his doctor relics and then watch as he worked, spinning profane miracles like they're nothing at all. Dref would always get this smile, it would spread over his entire face like the prettiest bloom, and he would take notes and shout 'yes' to himself whenever he something worked out just right. Orimar gets his arm shot off at some point. Who actually cares how it happened. (Fucking Red Feathers) He sits on Dref's examining table and watches his poor sweet doctor try and not vomit at the sight of all of the exposed muscle. It's a good thing he wears a red coat because otherwise, the staining would be way more obvious. Dref stutters through an apology, and Orimar gives him a wink. "Full faith." He says and means it, and Dref Wormwood gives him his arm back like it never even really left. "What a saint you are." And he'd blush all the way up to his ears, and Orimar gets to marvel at him all on his own.

Orimar loves deeply and unapologetically. Being dead isn't actually going to stop him from doing that. What is he, an amateur? His wonderful, brilliant, talented doctor fixed him, just like he always did. Things are stiff, and his body is not his own, not fully, and he can barely, really, barely move at all without Dref's wonderful distortion of magic coursing through his veins. Well okay, not his veins, cause he's not really using those anymore. Through the meat of his arms and his legs and his spine. Would you believe how hard it is to stand upright with non-functional nerve endings? Significantly harder than one would think, it turns out. It is a bit embarrassing, and not at all how he hoped Dref would end up in his bedroom one day, but he's here regardless, sewing foreign muscle and real and true magic into his body. He gets to enjoy Dref's excitement when he gets the wink right for the first time, gets to enjoy Dref's confused face when he can only begin walking with his left foot, gets to enjoy Dref's exhaustion, so wiped from all of the godhood in his body that he falls face-first onto the bed and passes out for a few hours. He cherishes every vague and distant moment, just vaguely aware of his doctor at the best of times. Death isn't so bad when he's got someone to share it with.

Orimar loves deeply and unapologetically. Sorry, Gable. Nothing personal, obviously. Orimar would love nothing more than to get to know you, get to know the real you, whatever weird celestial stuff you got going on sounds great. It really does. But Orimar severs their strings like gossamer thread and bolts out the window because as much as he'd like to sit here with Gable and Jonnit, great kids really both of them, and hold his Queen's heart tight and close and warm it as much as he can in his very not warm hands, there's somewhere he really has to be. He's never run this fast before, alive or otherwise. He's pretty sure something snapped, but Dref will understand, Dref will fix him, everything will be just fine, just good, as long as he can get to their hotel room. Does he shove past people? Yes. Does he apologize? Morally, sure. He bounds up stair after stair after stair when he feels it, the stab in his chest that- He falters. No- No- No- No- He's such a problem solver, such a smart kid, so clever- It has to be just- just phantom pains or something. He gets them sometimes, when he remembers his first mate, or when he remembers her. That's all- and again- even sharper- right up against his heart (if it was still beating he'd be bleeding by now) no- move harder, move faster, use the muscles his brilliant doctor sewed into him, another step another stair- he's so cold. he's never been this cold before. He's only a few moments from the door before the satisfaction floods him. Like his new second life, the sensation is so all-encompassing and so profusely- well fucking satisfying that he stills for a moment. He's honestly kind of upset they never got a chance to work out the tear ducts again because his face would be so wet right now. For a dozen reasons, sure, but now, more than anything, he's so happy for Dref Wormwood. He takes his moment. Alone for the first time in months. Unspeakably miserable. He thinks that's fair. He's always been a man of company. The fear ebbs away- no- he forces it away because that's not what Dref would have wanted. Orimar Vale, pretty great memory, as it turns out. Probably cause he's pretty smart. So he can remember every question Dref ever asked about what it was like, what that great final slumber was like. Orimar always wished he could tell then, or at the very least joke about how he wouldn't Really know. Cause he was there, and not like. Dead dead. He's so proud, ecstatic, over every moon that Dref's finally got his answers. Maybe, he'd be happier, overall, if it was peaceful and in his sleep and a million miles away from his god awful brother, but peaceful and in his sleep wouldn't have netted him nearly as many answers. One last moment, to remember a lifetime of swordcraft, to remember just how to bring down a blade, so it Hurt. So it Hurt more than anything in the entire fucking world. Where the muscles join the bone, where the joints were fragile, just how deep he could stab before some piece of shit started fainting. He shoves through the door, blade raised, and gives his biggest brightest smile before doing his very utmost best to rip Tiberius Youngblood to fucking shreds and to make the process last.

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