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gudfornuthin · 5 months ago

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All I’ve Ever Wanted

Season 4!Five Hargreeves x fem!reader

! Spoilers ahead !

Summary: six years of travelling to different timelines, and Five isn’t sure how much longer he can go on for. Until he stumbles upon a greenhouse, full of strawberries. And you.

Word count: 4212

A/N: so season 4 was a… thing that happened. This story is basically my own idea of how things should’ve gone in ep 5. Instead of the weird Lila/Five situation, it’s just Five, and his chance of living a normal life with someone new. Hope you all enjoy, and feedback is appreciated :)

Number Five was never one to back down from a challenge. Having been through a series of different apocalyptic events, transporting to a timeline where he spent 40 years alone, and dealing with a misfit group consisting of his exhausting siblings, Five was up for anything. But the current situation he was dealing with? For the first time in his life, he was at breaking point.

After another wasted day spending hour after hour searching for any clues or information on how to get back to the correct timeline, Five returns to the subway, entering one of the compartments and slumping down in the first chair he sees. He rubs his eyes and lets out a visceral sigh, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep. He reaches into his pockets, pulling out a small pack of dried fruits. He rips it open and devours every last piece. He can’t remember the last time he had a proper meal. He was becoming more desperate, rummaging through trash cans and foraging in bushes, hoping anything he picks isn’t poisonous.

The compartment jolts and begins to move, making its way to the next timeline. Five wipes his hands on his already dirty pants, standing up and walking slowly to the door. He wonders whether his apocalypse counterpart will be waiting for him this time.

After several minutes, and Five almost falling over from his lack of sleep, he finally arrives, the doors opening. He steps out, immediately making his way up the stairs. No time to waste. He cautiously pokes his head out, looking around for any signs of, well, himself. Before he can move out more, something wizzes past his head. A bullet. He ducks, as more shots are fired directly at him.

“Give me a fuckin’ break,” Five mumbles, as he finally takes notices of the other him in the distance.

He sticks up his middle finger, and no soon after closes his fists, blinking as quick as he possibly could.

The Five with a gun disappears along with the destroyed world around him. Five drops his arms to his sides, turning around and admiring the new environment. Luscious, greenery surrounds him, with an array of different flowers sprouting from the ground beneath him. A small pond with fish glimmers in the sunshine, lily pads floating on top. He continues turning, finding himself standing next to a tall greenhouse. The glass was slightly foggy, making it difficult to see what’s inside. Five leans in closer, squinting as if that would help. He can barely make out what appears to be pots of fruit and vegetables, some fully sprouted and others not yet ripe. His stomach rumbles, the feeling of hunger consuming him.

A rustle sounds from behind him. He turns quickly, coming face to face with a pair of shears. Five jumps back slightly. He then spots the person wielding said ‘weapon’. A young woman, probably early twenties, wearing a light yellow dress and a pair of brown sandals. Five can’t help but admire her beauty, if it wasn’t for the fact she had a face like fury and didn’t seem afraid of cutting him in half.

“Can I help you?” Her words are kind, but her harsh tone says otherwise.

Five can’t exactly tell this young woman the truth. Showing up randomly in her back yard, covered in grime, gawking at her crops through the window. He raises his hands up in the air, trying to convey that he meant no harm.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, his throat sore having not spoken to anyone in quite some time. “I don’t really know how I got here.” That’s not exactly true. “I’ve been travelling for a few days now.” Try six years. “And I could really do with a hot shower and something to eat.”

The woman doesn’t say anything, just staring, with the shears still held out in front of her.

Five puts his arms down, shrugging in defeat. “I’ll just go. I truly am sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out.” He looks down. “Or step all over your rose garden.” He gingerly moves away from the destroyed flowers.

He turns and begins to walk away, hoping to find an exit as quick as possible. Blinking in front of this woman probably wouldn’t help his cause. A warm hand grabs hold of his wrist, forcing him to stop and look back. She has the shears loosely hanging by her side, as her eyes pierce into Five’s. She seems hesitant, words forming in her mind. At last, she speaks again.

“You’re telling the truth?”

Five nods incessantly, feeling like a child.

“And if I let you in and make you something to eat, you won’t try and kill me?”

Five holds back a laugh, knowing she’s being deadly serious. “I wouldn’t dare.”

The woman waits a beat, then huffs. “Come on, I was just about to start dinner.”

She moves past Five, walking into three greenhouse. He takes this as a sign to follow after her.

***

The young woman allows Five to use her shower, and he’s thankful for the change of clothes she provides for him too. The home is small and cosy, playing into the stereotypical cottage core of living. The lighting is soft, and the smell of pumpkin seems to waft through into every room. It’s calming, it’s peaceful, it’s something that makes Five feel on edge. He isn’t used to the domestic life, away from the terror and destruction, trying to save the world over and over. He knows he can’t stay here long, but he won’t miss the opportunity of a proper cooked meal.

After putting on the change of clothes, Five makes his way down the hall and into the kitchen, a small buffet waiting for him. He finds it hard not to drool, the potatoes and fresh pie, along with the fruit and vegetables he’d spotted earlier. It looks incredible. He takes a seat, as the woman places down a final plate of tomatoes, sitting down opposite Five.

They dish out the food, filling their plates as high as they can, especially Five. He tries not to look like a slob in front of the pretty girl, but finds it hard not to drop some things down his top. She doesn’t seem to notice, or pretends not to.

The woman takes a sip of her drink, clearing her throat. “So,” her soft voice makes Five look up from his plate. “Do you have a name or is that one of the many mysteries of the man shovelling food down his throat like he hasn’t eaten in several years?”

The woman isn’t afraid of being upfront. Five admires that. Although, it’s not surprising considering he’s a complete stranger she’s trusted in her home. He puts down his knife and fork, grabbing a napkin to wipe his mouth.

“No, I have a name. It’s Fi-,” he catches himself, unsure if his ‘name’ would just create more confusion, and unwanted questions. “Jerome. Just, Jerome.”

The woman squints her eyes, but doesn’t push further, seeming to move past his stumble. “Okay. I wouldn’t have pegged you for a Jerome.”

Five shrugs, not knowing what else to say.

“My names Y/N.”

Five nods. “Okay. We’re closer already.”

“Don’t push it,” Y/N says, a small smile gracing her face. Five can’t help but pull the same expression.

***

After a hearty dinner, and some obvious awkward silences, Five insists on helping Y/N do the washing up. The sun was beginning to set, and Five knows he’ll have to leave soon, but something stops him from doing so. He doesn’t want to admit it, but this was the most relaxed he’d felt in a long time. The fear or worry of something bad happening wasn’t there, and as he stands close to the woman he had barely met 2 hours ago, he realises what he’d been missing in his 60 something years. A place to live, with a person who makes him feel safe.

“Jerome,” the voice breaks through his thoughts, as Five almost forgets the name he’d given to this woman. “I feel like we’ve skirted around the topic enough. Is there any reason you were in the state you were in, taking refuge behind my greenhouse?”

Five places down the plate he was cleaning, turning to face her fully. Her expression is calm, and her voice shows no sign of interrogation. It’s a first for Five, as he’s become accustomed to people prodding him for information only for their own benefit. No one’s ever shown true interest in him.

He shrugs. “It’s been a tough couple of years. More than that I guess.” Fives eyes glaze over. “I haven’t seen my family in a long time, and I don’t know if I ever will. And if I do, I’m terrified of the state that I’ll find them in.”

Y/N stops what she’s doing, also turning to look at Five, a look of worry taking over her face. He knows he’s said more than he should have, but he couldn’t help it. He’s not good at sharing his feelings, and when he does, he’s scared of what will happen once the flood gates are opened. He isn’t sure if he’ll ever be able to close them.

“What d’you mean? Are they in some kind of trouble?” She asks, a slight shake in her voice. “Are you in trouble?”

Five shakes his head, not wanting to stress out this poor woman who’s been nothing but doting to him. “No! No, I just,” he sighs, knowing he’s really put his foot in it. “I just care about them, a lot. Too much. And I don’t even want to think about not seeing them again.”

A soft hand brushes against Five’s cheek, as he glances at Y/N wiping a tear away from his face. He didn’t even realise he’d started crying. He sniffles, moving away and rubbing at his eyes, fearing how red they may look. He sucks in a deep breath, calming his beating heart. Whether it’s from talking about his family, or the touch from the woman next to him, he isn’t sure. But he fears he’s overstayed his welcome.

Five moves away from the kitchen counter. “I guess I should probably go. Don’t wanna miss my train.” Although he knows they’ll always be one there waiting for him.

He heads for the door, remembering to go upstairs and collect his dirty clothes before he leaves. Footsteps are heard from behind him.

“Uh,” Five swivels back around, as Y/N hesitates over her words. “This may seem kinda forward, and a dangerous move on my part, but, I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight knowing you were out there in the middle of the night, traveling by yourself.”

Five holds his breath, not wanting to jump the gun, but already anticipating the next sentence out of her mouth.

“I have extra pillows, and blankets.” Y/N shrugs. “It’s not the most comfortable couch but I’d say it’s more comfortable than the chairs on the train.”

Neither of them speak for a while. Five ponders her offer over and over, wondering if this is something he wants to decline. He needs to get back to his family. He needs to get back to help them. But so far, every option has been a bust. He’s not sure how much longer he can go on for. It could be the apocalypse all over again. Stuck for 40 years, traveling none stop, unsure if he’ll ever see his loved ones again. Could a good nights sleep really be such a bad thing?

He thinks the risk is worth it. “As long as it’s not too much trouble for you.”

***

That one good nights sleep turned into three months, staying at Y/N’s home, crashing on her couch. It didn’t stop Five from going out, back to the subway, trying to find the possible solution to his six year problem. But the more time he spent with the woman, the less time he wanted to spend away from her. They grew closer, making meals together, gardening together, watching silly romcoms together. While Y/N taught Five how to bake, Five taught her how to fight. A young woman living by herself? It didn’t hurt knowing some basic defence skills.

Five didn’t want to admit it, but his family hadn’t crossed his mind as often as it usually did before he met Y/N. He’d become soft, wanting to be around her all the time, not wanting to visit the subway as often as he should be. He’s lucky enough to call her a friend. He hopes she calls him that too.

***

It’s late, and Y/N is sat on the couch, crocheting a few pairs of gloves and a long overdue jumper. People used to make fun of her for it, calling her an old lady, but she finds it soothing. And making your own clothes is a big bonus too. Five, or Jerome as she knew him, had been out most of the day. She never questioned what he was up to, only that he returned safe, ready for whatever she’d cooked up for him during the day. She wasn’t completely naive in thinking ‘Jerome’ has involved himself in shady business. But unless he plans on telling her, then she won’t bother pushing him on the matter.

A bang echos from the back of the house, specifically inside the geeenhouse. It makes Y/N jump up from her seated position, quickly rushing out to the source of the noise. It can only be one person, or that’s what she hopes. Either way, she grabs for her shears before entering the warm glass room.

“Jerome?” She whispers, watching her step, the only light in the room coming from the moon through the windows.

A muffled groaning reaches her ears, as Y/N blindly moves her hands over the walls, trying to find the light switch. She finally does, and flicks it on. A sharp gasp comes out of her mouth, as the brightness finally reveals her new friend curled in a ball on the floor, rolling in pain.

“Shit.”

She quickly makes her way over to him, delicately wrapping her arms around his waist and slowly helping him off the floor. He stumbles, knocking into a few pots, almost making them fall off the table.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, the word slurring under his breath.

“Don’t apologise,” she says, making sure he’s steady on his feet. “Let’s just get you inside and onto the couch.”

They make their way through into the living room, Five dropping haphazardly onto the soft cushions, while Y/N finally gets a proper look at him. His clothes are ripped, the once pristine suit (one she bought for him as a gift) now in tatters. His hair is sticking up in all different directions, and he’s clutching to his side like his life depends on it. She reaches for his arm, prying it away to reveal an array of bullet wounds, still bleeding.

“You should see the other guy,” Five jokes, tilting his head back and trying to forget about the burning pain running across his body. Funnily enough, if Y/N saw the other guy, he’d look exactly like him, considering this all happened due to an unfortunate run in with apocalypse Five.

Y/N stares at him with wide eyes. “Really? Look, I don’t bother asking where you go or what you’re up to when you leave this house, but I think now’s the time you tell me the truth.”

Five moves his head back down, looking her in the eyes. She’s terrified. And he hates that. He breathes in deep, taking her hand in his.

“If you can help me patch this shit up,” he briefly motions to his wounds, “then I’ll tell you who I really am.”

So that’s what they do. Y/N retrieves the first aid kit from her bathroom, while Five opens up about his life before he met her, and how he’s not from this timeline. He isn’t sure if she’s believing what he says, as she remains quiet the entire time, only occasionally looking up at him and quickly returning to removing the bullets lodged in his side. But she listens. And allows him to pour his heart out to her.

“The past six years were torture. Somehow worse than the forty I spent in the apocalypse.” Five turns his head and stares at the woman next to him, as she finishes up her work. “But these last few months with you. I could finally be normal. I could live a life most guys would kill to have. And I’m so sorry I lied to you this long.”

They fall into silence, the pair somehow closer together than they were a few minutes ago. Both emotionally, and physically. Y/N moves her hand and takes his, squeezing tightly. Five’s heartbeat picks up speed, only now noticing their close proximity.

“So your real name is ‘Five’?” He nods at her words. She nods back. “Hmm. It suits you a lot better than Jerome.”

They both laugh half heartedly, as they stare deeply into each other’s eyes. She moves her hand up to his hair, moving it out of his face, trying to calm it down slightly.

She carries on talking. “I can’t even begin to imagine what you’ve been through.” Five rolls his eyes. She doesn’t even know the half of it. “But if I can be the person to keep you grounded, for however long you’re here for, then I’m happy to do just that.”

Five smiles, glancing quickly at her lips.

She does the same. “And I hope you’re here for a long time.”

They both lean in, softly pressing their lips against each other’s. Five cups her face, deepening the kiss as Y/N rests her arms atop his shoulders. They move in sync, careful not to cause any more damage to Five’s wounds, as she somehow moves closer, one of her legs wrapping itself around his waist.

They don’t stop, clothes discarded, bodies intertwined, as their growing tension is finally broken. Five isn’t sure if he’ll ever get back to his timeline, but for now, he’s happy to call this place home.

***

Another four months, and still no sign of a way back. Although, Five can’t deny he hasn’t been trying as hard as usual. The peace and tranquillity has consumed him whole, falling into a proper routine with the woman he…

Is it love? Could he truly fall for someone like this? Someone who isn’t involved in the shit show he’s grown accustomed to? Someone who wants that quiet life, watering flowers and baking pies, with him? Maybe it��s what he needs.

Five stands in the greenhouse, picking some fresh strawberries, and trying a few to see if they were ripe. He’s already found the perfect recipe to use them in. Something he knows she’ll love.

As if reading his thoughts, a pair of arms slip around his waist. Y/N rests her chin on his shoulder, peaking over to see the basket full of fresh fruit. She picks one up, moving away and popping it in her mouth. Five turns and looks at her, smiling wide.

“They taste perfect,” she says.

Five takes her wrists, pulling her towards him and kissing her lightly. “So do you.”

She laughs, holding him close and breathing him in. “The cheesy lines don’t work on me, bub.”

“I think they do.” He mumbles, bringing her in for another kiss, sliding his hands up and down her back.

They stay like this for a while, holding each other in the warm glass room. The sun starts to set, as Five looks out and realises what time it is.

“Damn.”

She looks at him, confusion on her face. “What’s up?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing, I just need to do a double check of the subway before dinner.”

Y/N tries not to show her anxiousness, but some of it seeps through. After Five explained to her what the subway is and why he goes there every day, she’s terrified at the thought of him leaving and never coming back. But she knows he wouldn’t do that to her. Not without saying goodbye.

She steps back. “Right. Promise you’ll be safe?”

He kisses her on the cheek. “I promise.”

***

Five spends some time looking around the platform in the subway, checking the lights, checking the maps, even poking his head into the tunnels to see if anything has changed. But nothing. It all remains the same. No sign of his past life waiting for him. Was that such a bad thing?

Holding a small flashlight, he shines it up and down, left and right, hoping his eyes will catch something new. A sudden pop from above startles him, the grip he had on the flashlight loosening. It falls and rolls onto the tracks. Five looks up, noticing one of the bulbs now flickering. He huffs, moving to the edge of the platform and jumping down. He retrieves the flashlight, hitting it a few times to try and get it to work again. It comes to life, flashing in front of him. That’s when he spots something.

“That’s new.”

Five walks over, grabbing the mystery object and holding it up. It’s a plain notepad. He flips it open, scanning over the messy handwriting inside. His messy handwriting. He can’t help but let out a tiny gasp, as he figures out what it all means.

“This is it.” Tears form in his eyes. “This is my way back home.”

He’s shocked. He’s elated. He’s emotionally drained. This is his chance to rejoin his timeline. To see his family after so long. To fix the mess they’ve created. But all he can think about in this moment is Y/N. How the hell is he supposed to break the news to her?

***

After another hour spent pondering this new found information, Five slowly makes his way back home. His home. Where the life he’d built was waiting for him.

He enters the house and walks into the kitchen, where Y/N stands by the stove, boiling something sweet and caramelly. Five just stares at her; humming a random tune, wiping her messy hands on the apron he bought for her when her old one accidentally caught fire. That was the most stress he’d felt since coming here. And if that was the only stress he had to deal with, he’d take it every single day.

She finally turns and spots him, smiling wide. “Oh hey! I was worried for a sec, you were taking longer than expected.”

She moves closer to him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He holds her, not wanting to let go. Y/N can tell something isn’t right.

She leans back. “You okay?”

Five doesn’t reply, only holding the notepad out for her to take. She does so, flipping through the pages just like he did, her expression perplexed.

“I don’t understand-”

“It’s the way back to my timeline.”

She looks up at him, mouth slightly open, as her words fall short. Five can swear he hears her heartbeat speed up, as her breathing becomes erratic. Five isn’t sure what to do, waiting for an explosion of emotions to rain down on him. But nothing comes. Neither of them do or say anything.

Five chooses to break the silence. “I don’t wanna lose you. I can’t. I don’t think I could live the way I used to live. Not after living this life with you.”

Y/N bites her lip, suppressing a sob. “You have to go.”

Five furrows his brow, hoping he heard her wrong. He tilts her head up to stare into her eyes, seeing the tears forming.

“No,” he whispers. “You’ve become the most important thing in my life. The thought of never seeing you again, I can’t do that.”

A tear falls down her cheek, as Five reaches out to wipe it away.

“I’d love nothing more than to stay in this little bubble we’ve created,” she replies, finding it hard to keep her voice steady. “But your family, your timeline, all those people? They need you more than I do. And I know deep down, you can’t bear the thought of letting them die, knowing you could’ve helped.”

Five wants to ask her to come with him. Become apart of his family. He knows she’d get on with them all. And they’d all love her, possibly more than they love him. But he knows it’s cruel to ask her to leave her life behind. The house, the garden, the home that she’s worked so hard on. And the thought of throwing her into the thick of it all. Putting her at danger? No chance.

He pulls her into his embrace, kissing her hard. They hold each other tight, their lips bruising as neither of them can stop the tears from falling.

Y/N is the first to pull away. “If you ever get the chance to come back to this timeline, you know where to find me.”

Five smiles, not wanting to let her go. He kisses her once more. “In the greenhouse, tasting just as sweet as the strawberries.”

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ann7av · 2 months ago

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Spoilers for act 2

Isha is Jinx's inner child just as Warrick is Vi's inner monster and their mutual destruction is actually a pivotal event so they can both evolve as individuals, in this essay I will--

*start yapping*

No, I mean it, the hyper fixation kicked in and it kicked me hard. This is just about Vi's perspective in ep.5 btw but in my defense, she looks so tired

In the first arc, Vi starts to separate Powder from Jinx as a way of coping, she feels guilty about the destruction Jix caused and, as we know, Vi would never intentionally hurt her sister so the only way for her to try and stop her is to separate the two.

She can't kill her sister but she can kill Jinx (at least she thinks she can)

In ep.5 we see her spiraling into self-destruction, her entire character thus far has been taking care of others and now she has no one, and as such she doesn't think she has value simply as an individual.

Vi cannot accept change, that's her biggest flaw, she can't accept her sister's change or the change in the underground, and she begs Cait not to change in arc one. She somewhat recreated what her life in prison must've been like (she has a tiny apartment where she keeps herself enclosed, she's fighting on a daily basis, she's angry) so Vi's seeking familiarity in whatever she can find.

Now, she wakes up to Jinx in her little "protected" new reality, and her first instinct is to attack. She chokes Jinx (not her sister) and tells her off when she tells her about Vander, but THEN what happens?

Jinx starts to cry, and for a millisecond the illusion of Powder X Jinx is broken and Vi lets go of her, allowing her to say that "Vander is alive" and that "He needs OUR help".

Just like that, Vi's forced to face the possibility of change, she's not trusting that any of this is actually real and not one of Jix's "delusions" but it doesn't matter, the chance that someone NEEDS her help is enough for her to finally look at her own reflection on the mirror she broke in anger and denial, she has a choice to stay in the illusion or to take a risk.

Now, Vi follows her out and sees the mural. Not only does the mural depict Jinx (the person Vi is convincing herself killed her sister) as a hero but it also has Vander in it.

Jinx became Silco's daughter, the man who killed Vander and tore their family apart but for Zaun, she's also Vander's legacy of revolution. Vi is having to face that both things can be true at the same time.

They walk the tunnels and they start bickering, throwing things at each other's face and it's clear she's trying to avoid thinking too hard about what Jix is telling her.

Vi drops her gauntlets to make a point she doesn't need them, but her gauntlets are a physical symbol of her own emotional barriers, she takes them out when she's comfortable enough to let her guard down.

In this scenario, she's using her anger as a shield against Jinx, and anger is a safe emotion so she assumes there's not much risk, she doesn't expect Jinx to hit her, and when she does she hits back.

The thing is, that fight does not seem serious, they're not actually trying to hurt the other but rather just trying to prove their own points.

Now, Isha is serving as Jinx's inner child here and, as one would expect, she jumps in to help. But Vi's not expecting that and (as she does) she reacts.

She hits Isha (the embodiment of Powder) while fighting Jinx, she didn't mean to hurt the kid just like she never meant to her her sister all those years ago, but by fighting with Jinx (the sister she cannot accept) she does.

That's a visual representation of her inner turmoil, there's Jinx and there's Powder and she cannot see them as one, but she can't fight one without hurting the other, where one goes the other follows, they are one and the same.

Jinx goes to comfort Isha, and THAT'S when she puts her gauntlets back on, that's when she builds her defenses again, she can't allow herself to humanize Jinx or else she'll have to admit she's her sister and that she's changed.

Then we have Singed talking about Warrick (not Vander) something like:

"The beast was once a man victim of a great tragedy, but he had an incredible will to live, tolerance to pain, and was very resilient but it got lost in the bowels of the beast" - Yeah, sounds familiar?

We see in Warrick's pov, and he remembers wiping Powder's tears the same way Vi wiped Caits but Vi is blurred, her memory is still lost to him just like she's lost to herself

They find an office that belonged to Vander and Silco, and Violet takes one of her gauntlets off after she enters but keeps the other, her defenses are faltering but she's not willing to lower them yet.

They find a letter from Vander apologizing for what he did after the riot (the thing that broke them apart and later on separated Vi and Jinx)

Warrick came back to where Vander's apology to Silco was never read, he's roaming a familiar place with no purpose, desperately trying to find something he doesn't even know what means anymore.

And what guides him to the sisters is Isha's blood, the blood that was shed when Vi struck her in her fight with Jinx.

Jinx says everything might have been different if Silco had found the letter, and that same thought could apply to them.

If Marcus hadn't taken Vi away before she could come back to her sister, if Jinx had known what happened, if they had talked sooner after reuniting

Vi's defenses are crumbling here, they're both thinking the same thing and for a moment Jinx and Powder are the same, she almost comforts her with her uncovered hand, Jinx is being vulnerable, but Vi hesitates to trust her, so instead of reaching for her she reaches for the gauntlet again, putting her defenses up.

They leave back to the tunnels when Warrick finally catches on, and Vi sees this "beast" running towards them

It doesn't matter Jinx is telling her it's Vander, because Vi is still not trusting her, all she can see is Warrick and he himself is not stopping either, he can't recognize his daughters.

The only person who trusts the beast is Jinx, but she's not the person who can stop him at this moment, Vi is, and she does. Just like she has always done she gets in the way to protect the people she cares about.

Now, now, something very interesting about how this show deals with details is that Warrick was following the scent of Isha's blood so when he jumps to attack the camera focuses on the two.

As I commented, these two characters are being used to show Jinx and Vi's inner turmoil, and the fact Vi's inner monster (Warrick) is specifically aiming to hurt Jinx's inner child (Isha) is very telling.

But what is even more telling is that Vi is the one to stop him from hurting her, and by extension, she's protecting Jinx.

Just like before we see that Vi cannot attack Jinx without hurting Powder here we see that she can't protect Powder without protecting Jinx as well.

And THAT'S when we have the Jinx X Powder separation cracking

She says he's going to kill YOU, she's not worried about herself here, and the way she tries to protect them is to fight.

Vi always tries to fight her problem away by either violence or avoidance and now is no difference, she tries to fight him but here she's metaphorically fighting her own anger, the same anger that hurt her family and herself

The problem is that you can't fight fire with fire in these situations. Anger will not beat anger, punching will not stop the fight it will only make it worse.

They fight and he throws her against a wall before turning to focus on Isha but Jinx gets in the way and for a moment he recognizes Powder again

Jinx has been trying to protect Isha while making them stop and she tries again, but this time Vi is willing to hear her out,

She doesn't see Vander inside Warrick yet, and as this ginormous thing is barreling towards her she makes a decision, and for the first time, she trusts Jinx again, lowers her gauntlets and stops fighting. Vi's accepting the beast

There's a sequence where the image goes from Vi to Warrick repeatedly and they have similar expressions but then her eyes change and she calls for her father again.

Everything goes dark then, and we see Jinx completely terrified holding a lighter and looking for them. She doesn't know what she's going to find, she doesn't know if she was right in blindly believing Vander was still there.

The lights were bright during the fight but now everything is dark, and the dark is often used as a space of uncertainty and vulnerability Jinx couldn't save her sister from the beast and all she could do was try to guide her into saving herself.

Violet tried everything she knew, she tried fighting Jinx but in the process, she hurt the child, she tried avoiding the connection with her sister and by extension avoiding the family history but Warrick caught up with them again nonetheless, and when he did she tried to fight him off but the beast can't be killed by the same violence that created it.

In the end, it was the act of trusting Jinx that brought Vander back, Vi hugged him with the same gauntlets she used to hurt Warrick, she recognizes Jinx is also his daughter and by doing so she opens a door to seeing her as her sister again, even Isha got pulled into the hug.

Important to add that I do see Vander and Isha as more than just inner versions of Vi and Jinx but this show makes so many connections that everyone is everyone's inner something at one point tbh

Also, wdym both Cait and Jinx go to Stillwater and yet there was not ONE little detail of them thinking about Vi while my girl is literally hallucinating and only thinking about them? ONE MENTION

#am I making a lot of sense? probably not #but that's me processing things #but also I still feel like vi is being glossed over way too much #tumblr has not let me add more screenshots and that was a good thing because I'd have yapped a lot more #also yes I do have this ep's side from Jinx's pov but that's for later #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane s2 spoilers #arcane spoilers #vi arcane

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youdontloveme-yet · 2 years ago

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"It's okay. You don't have to force yourself. The thing that is more important than our family's reputation, honour, and business is your happiness. Whatever you want to do, whoever you want to be, you can choose. I'll support you. I will take care of you."

#please click on them for the subs ik they are small ok i make them on the 1080p files sorry #never let me go #never let me go the series #never let me go ep 5 #asianlgbtqdramas #thaidrama #thdrama #nlmg #nlmg ep 5 #gmmtv series #phuwin tangsakyuen #organ rasee #vx:gifs #vx:tv:nlmg #colouring this was a nightmare #absolute fucking horror #and i fucking hate it #but #KHUN TANYA MVP

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0xstarzx0 · 2 months ago

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NDA: The moment happens when Rafe comes to see Sarah at the Pogues’ shop, but instead, he finds Kiara there. (ep:5 S4) English is not my native language!!

+18

"Rafe, if someone-" you started, but Rafe quickly silenced you by pulling off your panties. He growled, locking eyes with you.

"Listen to me, Y/N. Did you really think you could walk around in a miniskirt without there being consequences? Are you stupid?"

You shot him a glare. "Hurry up." Rafe smirked.

My god. This is so wrong.

Rafe had a girlfriend who loved him, yet here he was, with you bent over the counter of your older brother's small shop.

At first, you and Rafe saw each other as nothing more than casual hookups. You wanted to annoy your brother and his friends, and he just needed an escape from the pressure of taking over the Cameron family legacy.

Unfortunately for you, Rafe developed a serious thing for you.

You never thought that, in the middle of the day, he’d decide to visit his sister at her shop—and walk in to find you, wearing a miniskirt, tidying up the store.

Rafe enters you gently, he moans, and you arch your back slightly. Your nails dig into the marble of the counter. "Move"

He begins to move, his erection stretching you. You hold back every moan that threatens to escape, and you lower your head.

Rafe establishes a regular rhythm, his hips slamming against your ass with each deep thrust, deeper than the last.

You feel your insides lifting with each penetration, and you hold your breath again, your lips slightly parted.

Your eyes roll back, Rafe looks at your arched back, you're so easy to have. He slows his thrusts, no longer moving to stimulate your pleasure. You look over your shoulder and shoot him a cold glance. "I was enjoying myself."

Despite the icy glare, a smirk plays at the corners of Rafe's mouth. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers: "For someone who didn't want this at first, you're acting like a cheap whore." He resumes his thrusts with renewed vigor, each one harder and more brutal against your defenseless little pussy.

Your breath hitches as Rafe's cruel pace, his thick member slamming into you without mercy. You let out a cry of pain and pleasure, your body tensing as he hits a particular deep spot. "Rafe!"

Your moans sound like those of a porn actress, but this time, you're not simulating. Each cry is raw, genuine, torn from your throat as Rafe pounds into you relentlessly. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room.

A few boats pass by but don't stop, all eyeing the sordid little scene with disapproval and distaste. They quickly avert their gazes, unwilling to witness the brutal coupling unfolding on the shop.

You throw your head back against his shoulder, the position uncomfortable but the pleasure too intense. "I'm... I'm going to come!" you gasp, your voice strained with need.

Rafe's hand wraps around your throat, tilting your head to the side to expose your neck. He sinks his teeth into your flesh as he continues to thrust into you, the double sensation sending you over the edge.

Your inner walls begin to spasm, gripping Rafe's hardness tightly. Your eyes fly wide open, and you try to push away from him, but his iron grip holds you in place. Your legs turn to jelly, and you'd swear that no man could ever make you feel so helpless, so thoroughly owned.

Rafe's teeth remain buried in your neck as he feels your pussy clench around him rhythmically. He groans against your skin, the vibrations adding to your intense sensations. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his own release hitting him hard.

After a few seconds of nothing but ragged breathing, Rafe pulls out and pulls up his shorts. "Tell Sarah I'm looking for her. And take a damn pill, I don't want to end up with the kid of a pogue under my arm."

"I love you too, you jerk." You mutter, rolling your eyes. Despite the harsh words, there's a tenderness in your voice that belies your true feelings.

Rafe nods curtly, his expression unreadable. With one last lingering glance over his shoulder, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone on the shop.

MY REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

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luvlyspringday · 2 years ago

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this roof stresses me out so much w it’s lack of protective railing

#can we please go somewhere that isn't multiple stories above the ground #never let me go #never let me go the series #never let me go ep 5

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kinardsboy · 2 months ago

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This has been sitting on my mind a lot lately but it seems extra relevant now with the way Tommy and by extension Lou has been criticized for acting “too gay” in ep 5. And while yes, I will agree Tommy acted slightly different in ep 5, it has absolutely everything to do with Lou’s incredible acting choices to play Tommy differently when he is around people he deems as “safe” which is much better explained in this amazing post here <-

All these complains are doing is just yet again exposing buddies as homophobes who are, at the end of the day. Uncomfortable with real queerness being shown infront of them. Of course we already knew this with how they react to Buck and Tommy kissing and god forbid flirting especially if it has sexual implications like the daddy kink scene.

They can’t possibly fathom their precious uwu baby Buck would be sexual with another man so they spin and twist it however they can to make it out to be, “NO! You see! Tommy started the flirting! Tommy is just an insatiable horny gay man! He only wants sex! Like most of them do!”

Which is again spewing homophobic rhetoric, who wouldve guessed thats what they immediately turn to?

I now have something probably controversial to say but oh well, im going to say it anyway.

A good many of these shippers would be deeply uncomfortable with Buddie actually becoming canon, because they would be nothing like their fanfic. They don’t want to see two men in a relationship, they want to see Eddie in a relationship with the character they project themselves onto.

There are so many examples of this but perhaps the biggest being the way Buck is made out to be the “woman” in the relationship and especially how he is made to be the “mom”

Buck and Tommy’s relationship 1st does not have any children involved so there are no gendered roles to be assigned (even though if there was.. theyd just both be a dad), they are both beefy and the same height, which is what people usually use to decide “top” and “bottom” but again since there is little physical difference between them, they cannot do this, which only adds to their uncomfortableness.

Furthermore, I would go as far to say that Buddie shippers dont actually like Buck.

A while back a shipper posted this analysis of Buddie, that essentially reduces Buck to a dog. A pet. Only to be let out of the bedroom to cook and take care of Chris, otherwise he’s meant only for Eddie’s pleasure.

Which, disgusting. But the thing that stood out most to me was how Tommy was criticized for

letting Buck be himself. For accepting and loving him flaws and all. For not trying to change anything, or “train” the bad out of him

While Eddie was the “trainer” in that scenario, that had to train the bad out of Buck in order for him to be acceptable.

And thats the funny thing isnt it? Buddie shippers have to completely warp and destroy Buck’s character to make him fit their mold of perfect partner for Eddie. They make him out to be this helpless person who can’t even tell Tommy he doesnt want to be called Evan, that needs rescuing from Tommy, that is a “mother figure” to Chris, that his “dream role” would be live in chef and maid for the diaz family..

When none of that is Buck.

Buck is a smart, independent and strong man. He has worked tirelessly on himself to know who he is and what he wants, which right now? Is with Tommy.

Bringing it back to my main point, their complaints of Tommy being more gay and Bucktommy intimacy ultimately just boil down to homophobia plain and simple, seeing real queer representation and not representation that they can specifically twist and cater to themselves through fic, headcanons or gifs, makes them uncomfortable

(could this be why so many of them ignore shows with canon m/m ships for favor of shows with fanon ones that will never actually happen? So they can make these demands for representation then shit on it as soon as they get it because its not fanfic? Its not their fetish specifically catered to them? It actually represents real life queer men who they don’t actually like?)

#911 abc #tommy kinard #bucktommy #evan buckley #anti bobs #anti buddie #fandom when relationships dont play out like fanfics:🤯#fandom discourse #911 discourse #discourse

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lacydollette · 1 month ago

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⋆˙⟡ BLESSING IN DISGUISE ⋆˙⟡

CHAPTER FOUR

PAIRING lovely kook!reader x rafe cameron

SUMMARY while you try to embrace your newfound independence, it's rafe who shatters it into pieces, confronting you at the annual Midsummer Party on Figure Eight and reopening old wounds you had hoped were sealed for good.

WARNING(S) toxic ex bf!rafe, inspired by s1 ep 5 midsummer, reader teasing rafe, flirting, reader being a little brat, rafe being an asshole, violence, explicit language, panic attack, mentions of rehab, drug abuse, barry, objectification

Rays of sunshine fell through your window, waking you up earlier than you wanted. With a sigh, you flopped over to your other side, rubbing your eyes—and that’s when you saw it. The light blue dress hanging on your closet door. Your stomach sank. You hadn’t seen that dress in over a year. It was the dress. The one you had picked out with Rafe on a random afternoon when everything between you two still felt… perfect. You’d been so excited for Midsummers back then, but now? You barely wanted to go. There’d be no y/n and Rafe. Just you, showing up, pretending like you didn’t care.

“Whatever,” you mumbled under your breath, sitting up and shaking off the thought. This year would be different. You weren’t Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend anymore, and you didn’t want anyone else to think that you still were. And if nothing else, at least you would have Kiara by your side.

Kie showed up at your house with her loose curls pinned up and a breathtakingly lilac dress. She kicked off her shoes at the door like she’d lived at your house her whole life and flopped onto your velvety sheets. “Alright,” she said, grinning as she rummaged through her bag. “If we’re already being forced to go, we’re at least going full kook tonight. That dress? You’re wearing it. Period.”

You just rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. She was right.

As you two got ready you talked about literally everything—the latest chaos, school gossip and other stuff, kie was really growing to be one of your favorite people, which you’d never guessed in a million years. But just then her tone shifted.

“So,” she said, glancing at you through the mirror. “What’s going on with you and JJ?” You froze, your lipliner hovering mid-air. “What are you talking about?” You said, playing dumb.

Kiara smirked, knowing exactly what she was talking about. “Come on. Don’t act like I didn’t see you two being all over each other at the beach two days ago. And don’t even get me started on the way JJ looks at you.” You felt your cheeks heat up. “He doesn’t look at me like anything.”

Kiara let out a dramatic groan, flopping back on the bed. “Girl. He stopped talking when you walked by the other day. JJ doesn’t stop talking for anyone. The boy’s into you. It’s painfully obvious.” You couldn’t help but smile, even as you tried to brush it off. “He’s just… JJ, you know? He’s always like that.”

Kiara sat up, pointing a makeup brush at you. “No, he’s not. Trust me, I know JJ. He doesn’t flirt like that unless he’s serious. And honestly? I think he’s good for you.” You blinked. “Good for me? You do realize who we’re talking about, right?”

Kiara shrugged. “He’s a good guy, y/n. Messy, sure, but he cares about people. And I can tell he cares about you. And for the record, I saw how you were looking at him, too.”

You definitely didn’t have a comeback for that. You weren’t used to being this vulnerable, especially after everything with Rafe. But as you glanced at your reflection—at the light blue dress and the spark of something new in your eyes—you couldn’t help but wonder if Kie was right. The idea of JJ actually being into you made your stomach flip in a way you weren’t ready to admit just yet.

“Maybe tonight won’t be so bad,” you said softly. Kiara grinned. “That’s the spirit.”

The Country Club was buzzing, but not in a good way, it was the kind of energy that made your skin crawl. Voices and laughter echoing from everywhere, mixing with the clinking of champagne glasses and the soft hum of a string quartet playing some bougie classical piece no one fucking cared about.

You stepped out of your car, smoothing the fabric of your light blue dress as Kie adjusted her earrings. Your nerves were already on edge. You hated the feeling. It reminded you too much of last year when you were practically glued to Rafe’s side, playing the perfect couple for everyone to see. Now, you were the girl who ghosted everyone. A year away, no contact, and now you were back—and definitely not part of Rafe’s world anymore.

“Alright,” you muttered to Kie as you walked up the stone steps together. “Let’s get this over with.” Kie glanced at you, smirking. “Relax. It’s just a bunch of rich people pretending to like each other. We’ll be fine.”

You snorted, but the uneasy feeling in your stomach didn’t leave. You slid off to the side as the crowd shifted toward the main entrance, a low buzz building in the air. You knew what was coming before you even looked. “Seriously?” You muttered, rolling your eyes as the Camerons made their grand entrance. “They still do this?”

Ward led the way, full of his fake charm, with Rose clinging to his arm like some obedient puppy. Sarah was trailing behind, giving her best “I hate this but I have to smile” look. And then there was Rafe.

Your breath hitched, and you froze, nails digging into the palm of your hands. He looked… the same but not. His hair was perfectly styled, his shoulders squared as he scanned the crowd. But what hit you like a punch to the gut was the suit. That suit. The one you picked out together last year. The light jacket, the bowtie, the whole thing—it matched your dress perfectly.

“y/n?” Kiara nudged you, snapping you out of it. “You good?” You forcefully tore your eyes away and shook your head quickly. “Yeah. I just—uh—I need a drink.”

Without waiting for an answer, you slipped away, pushing through the crowd until you reached the bar. The bartender didn’t even blink as you ordered a shot of tequila and tossing it back like you weren’t the girl who once scrunched her nose at the clear liquid and telling Rafe that it tasted like gasoline.

“That bad already?” a voice suddenly hummed behind you. Your whole body tensed. ‘You’re kidding.’ You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, your gaze shifting to the right.

Rafe was leaning against the bar, his lips curved into that familiar smirk, but his eyes… they weren’t smirking. Not even a little. “You look beautiful,” he said, internally cringing at himself. But it was true, you looked stunning and it was more than hard for Rafe to keep his hands to himself.

You blinked, caught off guard for a second. “Thanks,” you said, keeping your voice light. Your eyes flicked to his bowtie, and before you could stop yourself, you reached out, straightening it with a teasing smile. “Didn’t think you’d actually wear this.”

Rafe chuckled lowly, his eyes locked on yours while your closeness got him all dizzy. “I could say the same thing.” You let go of the tie, yet your hands still lingered on the silky fabric of his suit, fingertips brushing over his arm as you tilted your head up at him. You were trying so hard to stay calm, but the way he was looking at you was making your heart pound heavier.

“Dance with me,” he said suddenly, the words just blurting out of him. But you just stared at him, trying to process his words. “What?”

“Come on,” Rafe said, stepping closer. “One dance. For old times’ sake.” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Yeah, no. Not happening.”Rafe’s jaw tightened, the smirk slipping just slightly. “Why not? You don’t want me to embarrass myself, do ya?”

Your eyes narrowed, not feeding into his little games. “Oh, don’t start. You and I both know this isn’t about a dance. Besides, you embarrass yourself just fine without me.” Your comment hit him, and you could see the flash of anger in his eyes. Sighing you tried to get away from him, but you you could take a step back, he grabbed your wrist—not hard, but enough to make you stop, his voice now dangerously low.

“Don’t give me that attitude, y/n,” he said, his grip tightening slightly. “What is this? You think you’re better than me now? Is it because you’re hanging out with those dirty pogues?” Your temper flared instantly, yanking your wrist back and glaring at him. What the hell was he thinking? “Oh, don’t you dare—”

“Is there a problem here?” Your dad’s voice suddenly cut through the tension like a knife. Rafe immediately let go of you, standing straighter as he stepped in and nervously licking his lips.

“Mr. y/l/n, it’s so-” Rafe said, his tone polite but stiff, his whole demeanor shifting like a switch had flipped. But your dad wasn’t in the mood for fake niceties. His gaze was ice-cold as he stared Rafe down, you guys’ past not only having a big impact on you, but your parents as well.

“Why don’t you go grab yourself a drink and stay away from my daughter, Mr. Cameron.” he said, his voice low and steady. Rafe’s jaw tightened, but he nodded, taking a step back. “Yes, sir.” Your dad turned towards you, his expression softening just slightly. “You alright?” You nodded, shaking off the tension in your shoulders. “I’m fine.” Your dad hummed to that, his hand on your back as he steered you away from the bar.

Yet you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder. Rafe was still standing there, his fists clenched, his eyes burning into you, he wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn’t.

Good. You thought as you saw his longing eyes. Let him feel guilty. You weren’t his anymore. Not tonight. Not ever again.

As the atmosphere around you had cooled down the party was at its peak—loud, fake, and suffocating. You were leaning against the catering table, picking at a tray of shrimp sliders Pope had just put down. “You guys look way too comfortable,” Pope muttered, his voice tired as he adjusted the tray. “Meanwhile, I’ve been running around like a maniac trying to keep my dad off my back.”

Kiara grinned, tossing a shrimp into her mouth. “You’re killing it, Pope. Keep the little rich kids fed, and maybe you’ll get a bonus.”

“Yeah, right,” he said, giving her fake enthusiastic look. “He’ll probably make me wash dishes for being too slow.” You laughed, but your gaze kept drifting across the crowd to where Sarah was practically glued to her family’s side. Ward was talking to some fancy guest, Sarah and Rose standing just behind him like decoration. Sarah’s expression was painful—she wanted to get out of there, her eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you.

It was quick, subtle, but you caught it; a pleading look that practically screamed, help me. “Look at Sarah,” you said under your breath, shaking your head. Kie followed your gaze, rolling her eyes when she saw her. “God, she looks like she’s dying. Ward’s probably giving her the you represent the Cameron name speech for the millionth time.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, “Poor girl looks like she’s being held hostage.”Before Kie could respond though, a nervous voice broke through your conversation. “Uh, hi… excuse me?”

You immediately turned, eyebrows raised as you took in the boy standing in front of you. He had brown hair, a slightly oversized suit, and the kind of awkward energy that made you think he’d spent way too much time rehearsing this moment in the mirror.

“Yeah?” You said, crossing your arms. He was kinda cute. He fidgeted, looking everywhere but at you before finally meeting your gaze. “Would you, um… would you like to dance with me?” Kiara choked back a laugh before you flipped around to give her a seriously? look, turning back to the boy right after. “Me?” He nodded quickly. “Yeah. If you want to.”

You hesitated, glancing at Kiara, who was now smirking like this was the best entertainment she’d had all night. Finally, you shrugged. “Sure, why not.” The boy looked relieved as he held out his hand, leading you to the dancefloor.

As soon as you got into the center, his hand gently found your lower back, and you started swaying to the slow rhythm of the music. It was… nice, actually. He wasn’t half-bad at dancing, and for a moment, you let yourself enjoy it.

But then, like a sixth sense, you felt it—eyes on you. You didn’t even need to turn around to know that is was Rafe who was practically drawing holes through you. He was resting against one of the houses columns, his jaw tight, a glass clutched in his hand as his eyes locked on you, the intensity making it feel like he was right infront of you.

He watched you, you were smiling, spinning in that damn blue dress. That dress was supposed to mean something. It was y’alls . A little piece of history that tied you to him, even if everything else between you two had been torn apart. But now you were wearing it like it didn't matter, swaying on the dance floor with some random guy who didn't even have the decency to wear a suit that fit.

Pathetic.

As you saw him eyeing you, your first instinct was to feel smug. Let him watch. Let him hate it. He deserved to see you living your best life, to know you didn’t need him anymore. But as the seconds dragged on and you saw the way his hand gripped the glass, his knuckles white like he might snap it in half, the satisfaction started to fade. You hated that little flicker of guilt twisting in your chest, hated that your brain wouldn’t stop wishing—just for a second—that it was Rafe’s hand on your back instead, holding you close.

As the song ended the boy smiled at you, oblivious to the danger nearby. You gave him a quick thanks before heading back toward Kie and Pope, and when you glanced back toward the bar, Rafe was gone. While the rest of the night blurred into a series of forced conversations and fake smiles, you had spent most of the evening dodging questions from your parents’ friends about where you’d been for the past year, nodding along to whatever gossip they whispered in your ear.

You’d barely thought about Rafe, convincing yourself it didn’t matter where he’d gone. But that changed when you stepped inside the Country Club to use the bathroom. The hallway was quieter, the muffled sounds of the party echoing in the distance. You were halfway to the bathroom door when a hand grabbed your arm, pulling you harshly into a dark room.

“What the—” you started, yanking your arm back as the door clicked shut, your heart dropping when you turned around. “Rafe?” You asked, voice sharp with irritation. “What the hell are you doing?”

He stood in front of the door, his face unreadable, though his blue eyes burned with something you couldn’t quite place. “I just want to talk,” he said, he just needed to remind you that you weren’t as over him as you pretended to be. You crossed your arms. “Oh, this is what you call talking? Dragging me into a random room? Great start.” You spun toward the door. “I’m not doing this.”

“Wait,” Rafe said, his voice softening. “I mean it. I’m sorry. For earlier. For talking to you like that. I shouldn’t have done that.” You paused, hand on the doorknob, “Wow,” you said bitterly. “An apology from Rafe Cameron himself. Guess there’s a first for everything.”

His jaw tightened, and when he spoke again, his voice was colder. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like I’m the bad guy here.”

“But you are,” you immediately shot back, stepping closer. “You’ve been the bad guy for a long time, Rafe. Nothing’s changed.” He flinched, his eyes flashing with something darker. “And you’ve been acting like a bitch all night,” he said, his voice sharp. The word hit you like a slap to the face, but you refused to let him see it. “There it is,” you laughed sarcastically. “That’s the real Rafe. God, you haven’t changed at all.”

That’s when something in Rafe snapped. His voice rose, frustration spilling out. “Why do you think you get to talk to me like that, huh? Do you even know what you did? You just left, y/n! No warning, no explanation. Do you have any idea what that was like for me?”

“It’s not that—“ you started, but he cut you off immediately. “For fucks sake, y/n. Fucking listen!”

“No.” You raised your voice, not letting him butter you up. “I’m not your little girlfriend anymore that you can just push around.”

“Yeah, you’re not..” he mumbled to himself, before all of his anger and disappointment spilled out of him, “BUT YOU FUCKING WERE BEFORE YOU JUST LEFT WITHOUT SAYIN’ ANYTHING.”

You froze as he screamed at you, your heart pounding in your chest as memories of the past came crashing down on you, “Rafe, calm down,” you said quietly, trying to keep your voice steady, knowing you’d just make it worse if you yelled back at him now.

But he didn’t. His hand curled into a fist, breathing out in frustration and before you could stop him, he slammed it into the wall next to your head.

“FUCK.”

The sound of the wall being smashed echoed in the room, and you flinched as his fist was just inches away from you, immediately covering your face with your hands.

“Stop!” You whimpered out, voice breaking as tears rolled down your cheeks, “Please, just stop!” You collapsed onto your knees, shaking as you sobbed uncontrollably, the panic in you endless.

Just then your sobs snapped him out of it and he froze, staring at the hole in the wall and then at you. Rafe’s mind racing as he realized what he had done. Loosing his temper like that infront of you definitely wasn’t what he wanted.

“y/n,” he said quietly, stepping closer as he reached for you, wanting to comfort you. “I didn’t mean—” You flinched at his approach, “Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled, hands trembling as you wiped your tears away.

For a moment, neither of you moved. A few moments later you managed to calm yourself down on your own, getting onto your two feet and stepping toward the door. You just needed to get away from him. Now. As you were about to slip put of the room you turned around one last time, glaring at him.

“You’re dead to me, Rafe. Forever.”

You didn’t look back as you walked out, leaving him alone in the dark, his knuckles still bleeding, and the weight of what he’d just done crushing him.

You didn’t wait to say goodbye or explain yourself to anyone. Your heels clicked sharply against the pavement as you rushed out of the Country Club, the muffled sounds of laughter and music fading behind you. Your chest was tight, hands trembling as you dug your car keys out of your little clutch. You couldn’t stay here—not with everything still buzzing in your head, Rafe’s voice echoing, and the imagery of old memories haunting you.

Sliding into your car, you barely buckled your seatbelt before you started the engine, peeling out of the parking lot. You had no destination in mind, only knowing you needed to get far, far away from the suffocating world of the Kooks. Far away from him.

By the time you reached the Cut, your breathing had evened out, but the knot in your chest was still there. You found yourself turning onto a familiar dirt road, one you hadn’t been on in over a year. When Barry’s rundown trailer came into view, you let out a shaky breath.

Barry’s place hadn’t changed at all. The trailer was still tilted slightly to one side, with old patio furniture spread across the lawn. Lights flickered dimly through the window, and a faint hum of music coming from the trailer.

You climbed out of your car, tugging your dress up slightly to avoid tripping as you walked to the rusty door. You knocked twice before pushing it open, stepping inside. The trailer smelled faintly of smoke and cheap cologne. Barry was leaning against the counter, a beer in his hand, and looked up at you with a mix of surprise and amusement.

“Well, look who decided to show up,” His smirk widened as he took you in. “What’s the occasion? Someone kick you out of the Country Club?” You gave him a look, not in the mood for his teasing. You slammed the door shut, leaning back against it. “Not in the mood, Barry.”

Barry’s smirk didn’t falter though. If anything, it grew. “Oh, she’s feisty tonight.” He took a swig of his beer. “What’s got you so worked up, Princess?” You crossed your arms, the tension in your voice betraying your calm vessel. “I just need to distract myself. Do… do you have anything?”

Barry’s grin returned. “I got exactly what you need.”

Without missing a beat, he motioned for you to follow him to the couch. He rifled through a drawer, pulling out a stash and a grinder. “Sit tight,” he said. “But first, let’s get you outta that dress. You look like you’re gonna burst into flames if you sit on my couch in that thing.” You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t argue. Barry tossed you a pair of joggers and an oversized hoodie. “Here,” he said, chuckling. “Don’t say I don’t take care of you.”

Just when you returned from changing in the tiny bathroom, the living room had filled out a bit. Two guys you vaguely recognized—Nate and Lucas, old friends from the Cut—were slouched on the couch, passing a joint between them. “Hey, stranger,” Nate greeted, his smile lazy and teasing. “Didn’t think we’d see you again. What, the Kooks finally get boring?”

You sank onto the couch beside Barry, who handed you a freshly rolled joint. You shrugged, lighting it and taking a long drag before exhaling, feeling your shoulders start to relax. “Something like that. I’ve been… away.”

Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Where to?”

“Nowhere fun,” you replied, your tone dry. “Rehab. Or therapy. Whatever you wanna call it. My parents sent me off to this place for, like, rich kids who can’t get their shit together. A full year of group therapy.”

“What, they have you chanting mantras or some shit?” Barry asked, leaning back in his chair. “Pretty much,” you replied, taking another hit. “It was all motivational speeches. They wanted us to ‘find ourselves.’ It was the most brainwashed shit ever.”

“Well, you seem fine now,” Nate said, his eyes trailing over you lazily. “Better than fine, actually. That rehab glow lookin hella good on you. Definitely gave you some of that fine ass back.”

Lucas laughed, dapping Nate up while you rolled your eyes.“Charming as usual, Nate,” you said, laughing despite the obvious objectification. Barry groaned, shaking his head as he threw an empty beer can at Nate. “Quit being a creep, man. You’re embarrassing us.” Nate dodged the can, grinning. “Just statin’ the facts.”

You shook your head, leaning back into the couch as the haze started to settle in. You let the familiar sound of their voices take you in, the tension from earlier finally starting to fade. Here, in Barry’s trailer, the world outside felt miles away.

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