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stressisakiller · 3 years ago

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Enter Sandman

Tony Stark x OFC Soulmate AU

(Metallica Really? Part 1)

Summary: Tony Stark doesn’t believe in soulmates. Yes, he could admit that everyone gained a tattoo on their 18th birthday that supposedly led them to the perfect person for them but he refused to accept it. This mainly stemmed from the fact that when he turned 18 nothing showed up. Was he so unlikeable that not even the universe could find someone who would deal with him? So he did what any heartbroken person would do, he threw himself into his work and into the girls that he surrounded himself with.

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Beginning of Tony's installment of the Hello Sunflower universe. This is going to be a slloooowww burn, at least that's the plan and what the characters called for. Oh and some of the soulmarks don't make an appearance for a while... Hope yall like it! Can be read as Tony x Reader but the main character is given a name but no real description.

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You have been working for Tony Stark for the last 10 years as his PA along with Pepper Potts. Pepper focused on all of his work-related issues while you dealt with his personal day-to-day life, including most of the charity events he attends. You love working with Pepper. She has become like a sister to you which is a blessing considering all of the time you spend together. Tony on the other hand does an amazing job of getting on your nerves and being totally endearing at the same time which also gets on your nerves.

Waking up to a text from Tony after a late night of attending one of his award ceremonies that he didn’t even have the decency to attend was not how you wanted to start your day. Especially when the text is at 5 am and is asking you to take care of the woman that is currently warming his bed. Sighing you pull yourself away from the comfort of your bed and get dressed for the day. Grabbing some coffee you make your way to Tony’s house. Apparently, he and his friend didn’t even make it to the bedroom before getting undressed so luckily for you the maids had already sent the reporter's clothes to the dry cleaners. Walking into the dry cleaners you greet the woman working with a smile and ask her how her family is, she talks your ears off about her new grandbaby and you happily listen. Without asking she hands you Tony and the reporter’s clothes and you give her a gracious smile and a large tip, Tony wouldn’t mind.

Tony’s house in your opinion is too large and too clean. There isn’t enough personality to it and it feels sterile. His workshop on the other hand you love, it's dirty and loud and actually feels lived in unlike the rest of the house. As you step through the foyer into the living room you hear Jarvis telling the reporter that something is off-limits. Of course, she would try snooping around, what type of journalist would she be if she didn’t take every opportunity to get the inside scoop. Squaring your shoulders for the imminent confrontation you take a deep breath and paste a smile on your face.

“Good morning don’t worry about the voice, that’s Jarvis he runs the house, I have your dress here from the dry cleaners and there is a car outside that will take you wherever you need to go.” You speak calmly to her while holding her clothes and taking a sip of your coffee, you are already over the day and don't care how rude it may seem.

“Oh yes, of course, you must be the famous Liza Martin, or are you Ms. Potts?” she asks a small smirk gracing her face. You keep yourself from rolling your eyes at her tone and instead answer the mostly rhetorical question, she knows exactly who you are.

“My name is Elizabeth only Mr. Stark calls me Liza, is there anything else I can do for you before you leave?” Your voice stays level as you speak, you don't allow your annoyance to show.

“All this time and he still has you getting the dry cleaning.” her smug tone is blatant but you just smile at her weighing your next words before thinking fuck it and speaking.

“I do anything Mr. Stark requires including occasionally taking out the trash. Please try not to trip on your way out.” You don’t let your smile fall until you are out of sight heading down the stairs to speak with Tony.

“Jarvis please make sure she leaves, get Happy to walk her out if needs must.”

“Yes, Ms. Martin.”

“You picked a real peach with that one Mr. Stark.” You state as you walk through the door. Pepper would never say anything like that to Tony but you lost most of your filter concerning him a long time ago, and honestly, he found it very refreshing.

“How many times do I have to ask you to call me Tony, Liza?” you huff out a small laugh before answering.

“As many times as I have to tell you to stop calling me Liza, Mr. Stark.” He stares at you for a moment before smiling widely and chuckling.

“You love it, and someone's a little testy this morning. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" The glare sent his way does nothing to deter him.

“5 am Mr. Stark. You woke me up at 5 in the morning to deal with a woman that you decided to take to bed. Did you sleep at all last night? I know for a fact that Rhodey had to pull you out of a casino around 1 am. Speaking of Rhodey, you are supposed to be halfway across the world right now!” you keep your voice surprisingly level but can't hide the heat of your words.

“You have plans today? it seems like you’re trying to get rid of me.”

“As a matter of fact I do, it’s Pepper’s birthday and we have plans to go out.” You can see the mild panic in his eyes before he composes himself, it wouldn’t have been noticeable to most people, except you and maybe Pepper.

“Did I get her something nice?” He asks still ignoring your earlier rant.

“Yes, Mr. Stark it was very nice, very tasteful. Now go get your ass on that plane before Rhodey gets even more pissed off at me.” smiling at the shock on his face at your words you head out calling out to Jarvis as you go. “Jarvis, make sure he stops working and gets to the airport.”

“Yes, Ms. Martin.”

“Thanks, J,” you say heading out to your girls' day with Pepper.

You are woken up the next morning by your phone ringing off the hook, you look to see it's Rhodey. “Rhodey, it’s 3 in the morning, what the hell?” your voice is croaky with sleep and your eyes are struggling to stay open as you wait for his reply.

“Our caravan was attacked, they took Tony.” You sit straight up in bed wide awake,

“What?” your voice cracks, “What do you mean this has to be a mistake” you are starting to hyperventilate, as much as he annoys you, you really do care for Tony. You can vaguely hear Rhodey’s reply on the other side of the line but you aren’t able to comprehend the words that are being said. You aren’t able to fall back asleep and spend the rest of the day in a haze trying to find ways to fill your days without Tony around.

Three months Tony is gone for three months before there is a lead somewhere in the middle of the desert. You spend that time working for Stark industries in any way that you can in order to make ends meet, the bastards refuse to pay you otherwise since Tony isn’t there. You end up living with Sarah; she worked hand-in-hand with Tony before his disappearance and her subsequent firing by Obadiah, which never sat right with you. She is young but you enjoy her company and she helps to get your mind off of your worry for Tony. She is like a little sister to you now and you take care of each other. Rhodey is the one to call you and let you know that they found Tony, that they are heading back to the states, that he is ok. You are at the airport with Pepper and Obediah when he arrives. He jokes around with Pepper and Obie before turning to you.

“There is my favorite girl, have you been doing alright without your favorite person?” he sounds the same as ever but you see past his facade, you can tell he is hurting but you decided to go along with his act.You playfully roll your eyes at him,

“Who says you’re my favorite person? I’m rather fond of my new roommate Sarah, she may have knocked you down a couple of pegs. At least she doesn’t scare me by almost dying and then disappearing for 3 months.” Your voice is playful but he can hear the undertone of worry that you are trying so hard to hide.

“Touche." He gives you a soft smile before looking around at all the people gathered, a look of concern crossing his features. "Where is Sara, I half expected her to be here?”

You clear your throat taking a moment to contemplate your words. “I think she was wary about being around Obadiah since he fired her pretty quickly after you left.” You murmur not wanting the man in question to hear you, something about him makes you nervous.

“Wait what? Rehire her immediately and raise her salary as an apology.” At his words you smile, a real smile this time.

“Yes, Mr. Stark. Right away.” You hear him calling out to Pepper as you start typing away on your Stark pad to get the paperwork for Sarah’s rehiring.

“Pepper, call a conference and Happy take me to get a cheeseburger before we head that way.”

The conference is a disaster but you can’t help but be proud of Tony for making a stand for something he believes in, even if it does majorly affect his whole empire. You don’t tell him as much but you do find little ways to make sure he knows you're on his side. Such as making sure he had his favorite drinks and snacks stocked in his garage, and baking his favorite dessert as a welcome home gift. You also decide not to tell him about how you were treated while he was gone, he has enough on his plate without your problems, although if you asked Tony he would disagree.

You are in the middle of updating Tony’s calendar to coincide with the one that Pepper just sent you when you hear Tony calling for you over the house speaker.

“Liza, how big are your hands?”

“What?” you can’t help the tone of your voice as you answer, what a strange question.

“Your hands, how big are they?” you blanch a little bit at the repeated question, your brow furrowed as you try to decide how to answer.

“I don’t under..”

“Get down here I need you.” You roll your eyes at his demand before closing out the program on your tablet allowing it to take over, you would double-check everything later, before heading down the steps to Tony’s lair.

“What the hell are you doing?” is the first thing out of your mouth when you step into the room. Tony is sitting with his shirt off, medical equipment strewn all around him.

“I need your help switching this out for the new version, Dumee here doesn’t have small enough fingers.” Your head fills with questions most of which you decide to keep to yourself.

“You want me to put my hand into your chest and take out the one thing keeping you alive? Correct?” You raise your eyebrow at him in question, waiting for him to prove you wrong… no such luck.

“You’ll put a new one in” he says defensively. You walk up to him and take a deep breath muttering under your breath, “I need a raise for the shit you make me do." before speaking normally for him to hear, "Why exactly do you need me to do this?”

“There is an exposed wire under this device and it’s contacting the socket wall and causing a bit of a short, so I need you to reach in and take the wire out.” His voice is calm as he speaks and you can’t help but let out a small laugh, holy shit you need a raise.

“I really hate you right now.” You state as you take the arc reactor out and reach into the socket to pull out the wire. “This is the grossest thing you have ever made me do.” You gag a little bit at the feeling of what you can only describe as puss, while you feel around for the wire. “What the everloving fuck makes you think that I am qualified to do this?”

“You’re fine, you are the most capable, qualified, trustworthy person I have ever met, you are going to do great,” he states, the lack of sarcasm or condescension takes you aback, but you turn your focus back to the task at hand.

“Ok I found it, what do I do?”

“Just gently pull it out without touching the side walls.” There is a buzzing and a screech from Tony as you accidentally do exactly that.

“Fuck sorry,” you pause for a second before starting to pull it out again as Tony starts to speak.

“Just, as you're doing that there is a magnet at the end, don’t pull it out” He barely gets the chance to finish talking as you accidentally pull it out, “And you just yanked it out,” you panic and start to lower it back in, his voice stopping you. “Don’t put it back in!” He is taking deep breaths as you place it to the side as he mumbles something about having a heart attack and you yanking the magnet out like a trout before he tells you to plug in the new arc reactor.

“Don’t you ever make me do anything like that again,” you state as soon as the new reactor is in its proper place and you no longer have a dying Tony sitting in front of you.

“Who else would I ask?” You look at him for a long moment after he says that, noting the honesty in his expression, before he claps his hands and breaks the moment.

“Ok, so what do you want me to do with the old one?” you ask while picking it up and turning towards him.

“Get rid of it, incinerate it, I don't care.” He’s back to his usual brisk attitude acting as if the last 30 minutes didn’t happen.

“You mean you don’t want to keep it?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

“I have been called many things Liza, nostalgic is not one of them.”

You just sigh as you turn and leave the room, old arc reactor in hand. He may not be nostalgic but you are, you are also a bit petty, so instead of destroying it, you put it into a display case with the words ‘Proof that Tony Stark has a heart.’ and leave it wrapped up in the garage for him to see.

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katwritesforfun101 · 3 years ago

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Ended stories, New beginnings.

Warnings: Angst-Fluff. CHEATER!KirishimaXreader. Denki kaminari. Swearing. Cheating.

Characters:Kirishima and denki

Summary: Kirishima cheats and you confront him.

1.5k words

NOT PROOF READ!!!

Kirishima Eijiro was a sight for sore eyes. Always the manliest and most eye-catching wherever he went. Especially when he was busy saving the world from villains. Everyone's gaze was fixated on him, as he was a part of the top 5. Those gazes continued to linger in the office as well. Gazes that seemed to follow him around the office at each turn.

You were once one of those gazes that followed so you couldn't really complain too much, knowing it was just a part of his career.

One gazze in particular, seemed to bother you. As you would sit behind your desk, filing paperwork for your dear old fiance, you noticed her gaze. You don't know what bothered you more. The fact she would undress him with her eyes, or that he would do it back.

This went on for about three month after that. There were now lingered touches and leaned in whispers, anad frequent office visits for ‘extra help’. You recall a specific instance where you heard noises coming from his office. After many sleepless nights alone, with him not coming back until 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, you decided enough was enough.

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“Do you love her?” Silence. One beat. Two beats. Three beats. “I dont know.” Kiri says, staring back at you with guilty eyes already knowing what you're talking about. You smile weakly.

“I do,” you began softly, eyes falling to the carpeted ground. “You love her, Eiji, And i think you have for a while now.” You look back up to find him shaking, tears fallen.

His eyes are squeezed shut, trying to wake up from this nightmare. “I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.” he said, opening his eyes. “I know kirishima.” he winces, “Baby, im eiji. Remember? I'm your eiji!” His voice raices an octave with each word. “No. Not anymore. You're Her eiji now.”

You nod once to yourself. Her eiji, not yours. Your eiji wouldn't betray you like this. He wouldn't bring you up just to tear you down again. You turn on your heel and start walking towards your and his shared bedroom.You head straight to the closet and grab a bag from the top shelf and start stuffing it with clothes and essential hygiene things.

Meanwhile, Kirishima is just stunned in the living room, standing there gaping like a fish out of water. He hears the bedroom door slam shut once again and he snaps back into reality and rushes towards you, stopping right in front of the apartment door.

You turn facing him, no longer crying. “I loved you. No, I love you. I think I always will. But I don't need you. I'll get over you. It will take a while but i will.” and with that you leave bags in hand.

Kirishima just stands there. He knows he has no right to want to stop you. Hell, he was fooling around with another woman for months. All he could do was fall to his knees and mutter. “Im sorry, angel”

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1 year later

You step Out of your car hand in hand with your new boyfriend. Denki Kaminari. “You sure this is the right place babe?” Kami says looking up at the big church. You chuckle and look around to see the many cars and people in suites and dresses.

“There's bakugou right there, sparky.” You say pointing across the lot to where bakugou and midoriya stand, seemingly already arguing. “Why don't you go try and diffuse whatever is happening over there. We have a while before the wedding starts.” He gives one gruff note before giving you a quick peck on the lips and running to the pair.

Turns out kirishima had gotten the girl pregnant that he was cheating on you with and proposed to her with the same ring he used for you. At first you were heartbroken and torn up at the announcement, which had been three days after you ended things with him. Denki quickly swept in and helped you get back on your feet, he even offered you a place to stay for a while so you wouldn't need to couch hop.

About 7 months into being roommates there was an incident that happened to bring you two even closer.

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FLASHBACK

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” you hear kami yell from the kitchen. You run out of your room to see thick smoke pouring out of the oven and you immediately start laughing.

“What are you doing, you bozo?” now bent over weezing. Denki now has his hand on the back of his neck looking down with a blush. “Well, I was trying to make you dinner.” He says still not looking up at you. “You've been through a lot the past few months and have been working so hard. I just wanted to surprise you.”

You stand there shocked, heart skipping a beat as your cheeks flush with warmth too. You walk over to Denki and softly ruffle his hair. “Thank you kami. Let's get this cleaned up, yeah?”

He smiles widely and nods.

Halfway through cleaning up, you both are doing dishes.You washing, him rinsing. Suddenly you feel him staring at you. “What is it? Is there something on my face?” you beginn wiping your cheek on your shoulder before he giggles softly before shaking his head.

“You're beautiful.” You stop what you're doing and completely turn to face him. “What?” his eyes widened, realizing what he just said.

“I'm so sorry! I Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything! If you want me to finish-” you cut him off with a quick kiss. He stares at you with complete shock before leaning in and capturing your lips with his for a deeper kiss.

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PRESENT DAY

You look back towards the church doors, seeing mina you immediately start walking forwards.She notices you and gives a slight frown before welcoming you with open arms. “Hey girl, what are you doing here. Are you okay?” you give a small nod smiling softly

Honestly you've felt better than you have in a long time. You hadn't noticed how much you tip-toed around Kirishima in yalls relationship. You look over towards Denki and find him already looking at you smile getting wider than it was previously, he waves and you wave back. You look back towards mina. “Im okay.” and you mean it.

Sero comes out of the doors and gives you a small pitying smile. “Hey y/n. How are you?” you nod once. “Anyway, the ceremony is about to start.” he says, holding the door open wider before hollering for the three men across the parking lot.

Once inside you take your seat and Denki quickly finds his place next to you. Across the way from you, You see a baby. Maybe a couple of months old with dark hair and red, beady eyes. A pang rings in your chest. That must be it. Their baby. It's beautiful.

Denki catches you staring at the child and immediately takes your hand in his and squeezes.You give him a reassuring smile and then the ceremony starts.

Kirishima takes his place on the altar but you feel nothing towards him. His appearance doesn't bother you like you thought it would. And yours seemingly not bothering him. You smile. Good. We've both moved on. You look back towards Denki and give him a kiss on the cheek. They turn a bright shade of red and send a wink your way.

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Kirishima's POV

As I'm standing on the altar waiting for my soon to be wife, all I can do is dred about how it's not you. I noticed when you first walked in but I couldn't bring myself to say anything to you. After all, you are with someone.= now, and happy. I on the other hand am not, but I only have myself to blame.

The music starts playing and the doors open. The bridesmaids and groomsmen start filing in one by one before it's finally the soon to be wife. Upon the sight of her I started crying. Instead they're not happy tears, but tears of dread and regret. As soon as she spots my crying face her own turns to smiles.

When she is fully situated next to me the priest begins. “Do you, kirishima Eijiro, take this woman to have and to hold, through sickness and in health?” No. “I do.”

“And do you -------, take this man to have and to hold, through sickness and in health.’’

“I do!” the woman says. “You may now kiss the bride.” I gulp and close my eyes as I lean in, picturing your face instead. The crowd immediately starts clapping and camera flashes start going.

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As soon as they leave the altar, everyone stands and starts exiting to the main hall. Hand in hand with Denki you make your way over to the new married couple. “Congrats you two!” Denki practically yells. You laugh and stare at him in complete admiration.

Kirishima whirls around to find a giggling you and a very loud denki. You look so happy. So beautiful.

“Thanks , y/n. '' he shoots you a nod, even though you're barely paying attention to him. Too busy admiring your new boyfriend. You lock eyes with Kirishima and hold out your hand.

You give a quick smile before speaking. “To Ended stories, and New beginnings.”

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slytherinbarnes · 4 years ago

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Sub Rosa [64]

vi. exit wounds

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: angst (we sad, my friends), injuries, blood.

Summary: heartbroken, you try to navigate your life and an impending war, all while trying to keep it together.

a/n: i feel like yall have been wanting this update since i broke your heart on friday, so here we are!!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist

As soon as Octavia announces the retreat, you offer to take Indra and a few of the other badly injured people back to Polis in the rover to see Jackson. Octavia gives you her blessing, especially when she sees you warily eyeing Echo and Bellamy. You know you have her sympathy, your dislike for Echo just as strong as Octavia’s. Clarke and Madi offer to ride with you, to keep you company, but you deny them, wanting to spend the time alone.

After the last few people are loaded into the back of the rover, you head towards the driver’s side door, ready to drive off. As you reach for the handle, you hear someone call your name, and the voice makes your stomach sink, aware of exactly who is calling out to you. You hesitate, trying to decide if you want to turn and face Bellamy right now, but the very thought of doing so brings tears to your eyes and you decide against it. Instead you pull yourself into the rover and drive off, ignoring him as you drive the vehicle past him. Only once he’s behind you do you spare a glance in the rearview mirror, watching as he looks at the retreating rover with heartbreak.

You scoff, annoyed that he’s upset when it’s you that should be hurt by him and his actions. It’s bad enough that he decided to date Echo knowing all the terrible things that she’s done, but the fact that he didn’t even tell you feels much worse. You’ve been on the ground with him for days, and while it’s definitely been stressful and chaotic, you wish that he had tried harder to tell you, warn you. Instead, you had to find out when you saw them kiss. A reunion kiss that was meant for you, not her.

You feel tears rise to your eyes, squeezing your throat, making it hard to breath, and you pull over for a second, unable to see past the emotion. You sit and cry, hard, ignoring the fact that there are at least 10 people in the back of the rover, waiting for you to get them back to Polis. You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a hand come down on your shoulder, and when you turn to look, you see Indra looking at you, expression regretful, her voice sounding weak as she says, “I know what he means to you, Wanlida, but a warrior does not mourn those she has lost until the war is won.”

You nod your head and wipe your fallen tears away, knowing that she’s right. Your family and your home are in trouble, along with the people in the rover with you. Right now, it’s more important that you get them to Polis. And so, you start the rover back up and continue to Polis, keeping yourself busy to keep your mind off of everything. As soon as you arrive, you help unload the injured and take them into the bunker, before assisting Jackson as he helps doctor those in need. The rest of the group makes it back in a few hours, the return hike much shorter than the initial journey, and one of the Wonkru members from the desert lets you know that Octavia and Clarke are looking for you in the main office. You thank them for passing along the message before you head that way, curious on what this is about.

As soon as you get there, you enter and see Clarke checking on Octavia's worm wound, making sure it’s healing well. Octavia glances at you as you come to stand beside Madi, who is watching intently, and the Wonkru leader doesn’t hesitate in giving you a serious look. “My brother will come to his senses.”

Your gaze drops to your shoes, not wanting to talk about this, not now, and you can feel everyone’s gaze on you as you compose yourself, lift your head, and hum, “Maybe.”

Everyone seems to sense how uncomfortable you are, because the topic quickly changes, and Octavia’s gaze falls on Madi, who is watching Clarke clean the queen’s wounds in awe. Clarke glances at her and smiles before muttering, “Madi's a big fan. She's heard every story about the girl under the floor who saved the human race.”

Octavia turns her gaze towards Madi, nodding at her with respect. “Now what's your story? You survived six years of radiation? What's your secret?”

“Synthetic nightblood, like us.” Clarke starts to bandage Octavia’s wound, the lie rolling off her tongue easily. “We took her to Becca's lab and shared our bone marrow to keep her alive.”

“You're lucky the twins found you.”

Madi nods, opening her mouth to say something, when the door to the office swings open and Cooper steps inside. “Ready to move?”

Clarke finishes up the bandage and answers for Octavia, “She needs another day's rest.”

“She needs to be with her people.”

Octavia seems to agree, because she stands, allowing Cooper to hand her her armor. “I'm done licking my wounds. Let's go remind the others what we promised them.”

As she starts to step towards the door, Octavia turns your way. “My banishment of Echo still stands. I’m going to deliver the news now, I’d like for you to be there.”

You glance at Clarke, who nods, and though you aren't ready to confront this, you think that maybe it’ll be easier with Octavia at your side. So you nod, and Octavia smiles quickly before settling her expression into a more serious one. She motions for you to follow her and you do, taking the journey out of the bunker and back up to the surface, into the streets of Polis. The clouds hang low above the streets, dropping a cool rain onto the people that are gathered below, and you’re thankful for it. Maybe it’ll hide your tears if you cry.

Octavia pulls you to her side, the two of you walking together as equals, while Cooper hangs back slightly. As you move down the street, some people turn away, some stop to whisper, and you realize now how much tension hangs in the air over the people of Wonkru. Octavia senses it too, because she turns to Cooper, voice sounding accusatory, “You said they needed to see me, but they can barely look at me. What aren't you telling me?”

“Word has spread about our defeat in the wasteland. Diyoza's firepower has crippled us. The soil here is dead, I don't care how much it rains, it won't be arable for years. And, as you know, the hydrofarm can barely produce enough-”

Octavia cuts her off, sounding upset, “Stop it. We have faced worse odds than this.”

“Yes, but now we know the warning signs of rebellion. I once betrayed you when you were vulnerable, when Wonkru was living in fear.”

Your brows pull together, curious about the history between the Red Queen and her loyal servant. However, you don't get the chance to ask, because a familiar voice calls out from behind you. “Octavia.”

You and Octavia turn, coming face to face with Echo and Bellamy. You were afraid that the sight of them would upset you, but now, as you stand in front of them, all you feel is anger. Ferocious, white hot anger, pulsing through your blood. If you could, you’d take the knife on your thigh and plunge it into Echo’s heart, letting her feel the hurt that she’s caused you. Echo avoids your eyes, but Bellamy doesn’t, his gaze searching your face for any sign of what you’re feeling. He must sense the anger, because he seems taken aback, not expecting the fire that moves through you. You remember what he said to you before he left, I’ll always be in awe of your anger, and you wonder if he still feels that way now, when so much of it is directed at him.

You watch him shake his head a little, trying to clear his thoughts, before he looks at his sister, “Glad to see you back on your feet. Echo tried to get in to see you, but they wouldn't let-”

“What is she doing here?”

You are surprised by how meek Echo sounds when she responds, reminding you nothing of the bloodthirsty spy you knew six years ago. “I just wanted to thank you for saving my people.”

“They're not your people.” The anger in Octavia’s voice is palpable, and you find yourself thankful that she’s not going to back down from this. “Azgeda is a memory. There is only Wonkru, and there is no place in it for you.”

Bellamy immediately cuts in, his face fallen. “I know you two have history, but Echo is on our side. She proved herself dozens of times on the ring.”

“This isn't the ring.” Octavia turns slightly, raising her voice to be heard by those around you. “Wonkru, I banished this murderer from the bunker six years ago. My judgement still stands!”

“O.”

She turns back to her brother, stepping closer to deliver her last message with a threatening whisper. “She has 24 hours. If she's still here by then, she fights in the arena.”

She turns, holding out her hand to you, and you glance at Bellamy, watching as he shakes his head, disapproving of the situation. The act makes you defiant, and you want him angry, just like he’s made you, so you smile and take Octavia’s hand, allowing her to whisk you away from the couple. Bellamy, never one to give up without a fight, jogs after the two of you, calling out to you both. “Octavia! Octavia, stop. It was six years ago, you just can't cast her out! She won't survive! Natshana, please! Just let me explain!”

Octavia ignores her brother, fully intent on staying true to her word, but you spin around at the mention of your nickname, pulling Octavia to a stop beside you. You can’t believe he has the nerve to use a nickname he gave you when the two of you were still together, and your expression pulls into one of anger and hurt as you snap, “Don’t call me that!”

His expression pulls into one of hurt, and he opens his mouth to say something, but he is cut off by a warning call from a nearby horn. You turn and lock eyes with the Wonkru leader, both of you looking worried, before you hear a sonic boom, the same one you heard when Diyoza’s ship landed the first time. You look up, eyes finding the small ship in the sky, and as it flies closer, everyone starts to panic. There’s a stampede heading in your direction as everyone runs to the bunker and to safety, and Octavia starts to back away until she sees that her brother isn't following. “Bellamy, get in the bunker.”

“Not without Echo.”

He gives you one last look before he turns and runs off, not even giving you a chance to stop him as he leaves in search of his girlfriend. You feel a pang in your heart knowing that it’s her he’s worrying about, and not you. You stand there frozen, watching him leave, and Octavia does the same, in disbelief that he chose the spy over the two of you. Cooper grabs Octavia’s arm, getting her attention, “Blodreina, look!”

You both follow her pointed finger to the sky, watching as giant metal crates fall from the ship, before it turns and flies away, no bomb dropped. The metal crates fall to the ground slowly, aided by parachutes, before they hit the ground and the sides pop open. You watch in surprise as a bunch of apples roll out, and as you step forward to get a closer look, you see it’s stuffed with all kinds of fruits and vegetables from the valley. You jump in surprise when you hear Diyoza’s voice, coming from a speaker attached to the top of the crates. “People of Wonkru, this is Colonel Diyoza offering you a chance for peace. I know you’ve all suffered, I know you're hungry, and so many of you are weary of Octavia's rule, but now you have a choice. Abandon your weapons, leave Wonkru behind, and join us in Shallow Valley. We have plenty of food and shelter for those seeking a better life. When our ship returns tonight, head for the wastelands. Anyone waiting for us outside the ruins will be rescued. But come unarmed. If Octavia attacks our ship, we will retaliate against your city with lethal force. We're watching everything, always.”

Octavia grabs a weapon from one of the men nearby and swings it towards the speaker, knocking the antenna off the top and ending the transmission. But somewhere nearby, one of the other crates finishes the message for all of you to hear. “There is a place in the valley for all of us, so please choose wisely.”

Octavia turns to Cooper, voice low, and eerily calm. “Get everyone into the bunker. Now.”

Cooper does as she’s told and gathers everyone that still lingers outside to send them back into the bunker. Miller, who has just come out of the bunker to see what the commotion is, stops at Octavia’s side, expression blank. “What are your orders, Blodreina?”

“Burn it. Burn it all, until there’s nothing left.”

You look at her in shock, not pleased to see perfectly good food go to waste, but Miller immediately does as she says and gathers the guards, directing all of them to set the food supply on fire. You stand and watch one of them burn until nothing remains but ashes, lost in your thoughts, not realizing that everyone has left you behind without another word. Everyone, that is, except for Bellamy.

You don't notice him at first, too lost in your own head, but gradually you become aware of the hairs on the back of your neck lifting, standing at attention underneath someone’s gaze. You turn around quickly, hand reaching for your knife, but you drop it when you realize it’s him. Your face falls, not pleased to see him, or be near him, reminding you of the first few weeks that you knew him. You see a look of hurt pass his features at your expression, and he walks closer to you, coming to a stop at your side. “I thought you were dead.”

Your jaw clenches with anger, and you harden your heart, refusing to let his broken whisper sway your feelings. Instead, you latch onto your lingering anger, turning and directing it towards him. “I know. But that’s not why I’m upset. It hurts me to see you with Echo, but the worst part is that you didn't tell me, Bellamy. You knew how I felt about you, how much I loved you, and you knew how excited I was to have you back on Earth. And still, not once did you tell me that you moved on with someone else.”

Bellamy’s expression sinks, and he whispers, “Loved?”

“What?”

“You said loved, past tense.”

You tense up, not even realizing you said it, and one check of your emotions lets you know that it isn't true. You love him, of course you do, but it would be so much easier if you didn't. Coping with this would be much easier if you felt nothing towards him, if you hadn't spent the last 6 years dreaming of the life you wanted to build with him as soon as you saw him. But you ignore his hurt, and your own, and let your anger crackle like electricity around you. “Do you love her?”

He freezes, caught off guard by the question, before his expression goes neutral. You can tell he’s trying to hide something, his feelings for Echo probably, and it tells you everything you need to know. He looks like he wants to say something else, but he's cut off by your twin, who stands near the base of the rubble and calls your name. When you look towards her, she motions back towards the bunker. “There’s a meeting we need to crash.”

You nod, letting her know you heard her, before turning back to Bellamy. You decide to leave him with one last painful remark, hoping it hurts him, just like this hurts you. “Guess you found someone else to tell you about the stars.”

You wait just long enough to see his face fall before you turn and walk towards your sister, sorrow flooding through you quickly, cooling the fire within you. You hate hurting Bellamy, even now, but losing your other half is something that would break even the strongest of people. You briefly wonder if you have a second to shed a few tears before the meeting, before Clarke quickly destroys those plans by calling out to your former lover, “You too, Bellamy! You need to be there.”

You glare at your twin, and she gives you a sympathetic look as you reach her, her voice soft when she whispers, “You know I wouldn’t invite him unless I had to. But it’s his sister, and he needs to be there.”

You just nod, not trusting your voice, as the two of you wait for him to catch up before heading back into the bunker and towards the main office. Monty and Harper are already there and waiting when the three of you arrive, clearly all on the same page, while you and Bellamy are in the dark. Clarke pushes inside with no hesitation, unfazed by the angry glares that are turning in your direction.

“This is a private meeting.”

Octavia waves off Miller’s dissent, “It's fine.”

“We all have people in that valley that need our help.”

“If you're talking about your mother, I am not interested in rescuing traitors. I'm trying to prevent more of them.”

Bellamy stares at his sister in disbelief, his voice rising as he lectures her, “Your people are hungry and you're worrying about defectors? We should stop wasting time looking for enemies in Polis, and we should start trying to find a way back into that valley!”

“Last time I checked, Diyoza can see our every move.”

Harper speaks up from her place in the back of the group, motioning towards her boyfriend. “That's where Monty comes in.”

“Laser-comm.” He holds up a radio, showing it to Octavia. “It's dialed right into their mother ship. All I need is a relay tower on the ground that we build out of scrap, and a computer. I should be able to blind the eye from right here.”

“Good plan. Once it's down, we can attack.”

“Miller, set Monty up. Cooper, shoot anyone who tries to defect. We're done here.” She brushes past all of you, heading towards the door. “Time to train.”

Everyone disperses, and you, Clarke, and Bellamy step outside, watching Octavia disappear into the bunker. Bellamy mutters, “That is not my sister.”

You don’t answer, still content on ignoring him, but Clarke doesn't say anything either. You glance her way and see that she is staring off into the distance, and you follow her gaze to see why. Madi is talking with Gaia, both of them smiling. Clarke glances over at you, worried, and you nod. “Go get her. I think I’m gonna stop by for a training session.”

Clarke barely looks your way as she answers, “Let me know if you find out anything.”

You both walk down the ramp together, towards the talking pair, but you immediately continue past them, giving Madi’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze as you move past. She grins at you as you continue by and you smile back at her before following the path that Octavia took into the bunker, leaving Bellamy and any thoughts about him behind without a word. You can tell you’re on the right track, because you hear the sounds of fighting growing louder as you draw closer. Finally, you come upon an open door at the end of a hallway, where Octavia now fights Cooper, easily beating the woman. “I told you not to go easy.”

Cooper steps away, looking apologetic, and you call out, “Got time for one more?”

Octavia looks to where you stand in the doorway, face breaking into a grin. “Cooper, give her your sword.”

You accept the weapon as she hands it to you, brushing past you and out the door, muttering, “Your funeral.”

You step into the room and onto the training room floor, you and Octavia circling each other with predatory grins on your faces. Octavia is the first to make a move, lunging towards you and swinging her sword around, but you lift your sword and block the blow, listening to the sound of metal clanging as it echoes in the room. You reach out and push her hand down and away, spinning your body, bringing your sword with it, and nearly hitting her before she blocks you at the last second. As she does, she looks at you, studying you, before asking, “What do you think about Echo?”

Just the mention of her name sends fire flowing through you, boiling your anger up and over, and you answer her question with an aggressive series of attacks that she barely manages to block. On the last one, as the two of you stand staring each other down, you mutter, “You already know the answer to that.”

“She nearly killed you in Mount Weather.”

You pull back, and lift the shirt on your right side, revealing one of the few scars you received on that fateful trip to the Mountain. You counter her point with, “And she nearly killed you on that cliff.”

You remember the fear and rage you had at the announcement of Octavia’s death, and she must feel the same way about her near death experience, because she answers you with a similarly aggressive response, lunging at you with an onslaught of attacks. You manage to block each one, but on the last one, she uses your focus on the blocking to kick you backwards, knocking you on your back. You feel the air rush out of your lungs in one fell swoop, and you groan as the impact hits the bulletwound on your shoulder, improving day by day, but not able to withstand this kind of trauma. Octavia stands over you, looking down at you, and she mutters, “And now she’s taken Bellamy from you.”

You stare up at her, wondering what angle she’s playing, or if she just wants to hurt you for no reason. But then she extends her hand to you, which you eye warily before taking it. She pulls you to your feet, both of you now standing close, and she whispers, “Her 24 hours is ticking by, but Bellamy seems intent on going with her. What will you do then?”

“I don't know. Bellamy has my heart, but if Echo has his, then I won't stand in their way.”

Her head tips to the side and she tsks, giving you a disapproving look. “That’s not the Invisible Twin that I know. The girl I know fights for what belongs to her.”

“I’d do anything for Bellamy, you know that Octavia. That includes letting him be happy with someone else, no matter what it costs me. I only ever wanted him happy.” As soon as you say it, you know you mean it. Because despite the hurt, the anger, and the pain it will cause you, you will do anything to see Bellamy happy, to see him smile. Even if that means watching him love Echo.

You hear someone clear their throat near the door, and you turn towards them, your eyes falling on Bellamy. You’re not sure how much of the conversation he heard, but it’s clear he caught some of it because he’s watching you with an intense look. Although you just told Octavia you just want to see him happy, that doesn't mean you’re over your hurt just like that. You nod at Octavia, “Thanks for the training.”

She nods back at you, and you head towards the door, extending Cooper’s sword out to Bellamy. You think of Octavia’s words to you, and start to wonder if it was just her way of riling you up so you’d give her a good fight. It’s hard to know for sure, but you decide to warn Bellamy just the same. “She won't hold back. Neither should you.”

Your fingers brush as he takes the sword from you, electricity going up both of your arms. You lock eyes, and he looks like he wants to say something to you, until you cut your eyes at him, warning him not to. He nods, accepting your anger for now, and without another word, you brush past him and out the door, walking away from the love of your life in search of the only family you have left.

You find Madi and Clarke in the tent she set up in the streets of Polis, none of you wanting to spend any more time in the bunker than necessary. After a quick dinner, you mumble something about feeling tired and you curl up in your sleeping bag, intent on crying yourself to sleep after your emotionally taxing day.

You're not asleep for very long when you’re woken up by the soft sounds of a conversation being held in the tent. You open your eyes slowly, your back to the people talking, listening in on the conversation.

“It was hard for a while, really hard, but we survived, thanks to Octavia.”

It takes you a second, but you realize it’s Niylah’s voice, quiet in the confines of the tent. You hear Clarke’s sarcastic reply follow, “You mean, Blodreina?”

“How do you explain the sun to someone who's never seen it?”

Clarke seems to hesitate for a second, and you’re sure the comment on the sun has her gaze swinging over to Madi. You brush your fingers over your own necklace, reassured by the silver moon that hangs around your neck before you hear Clarke ask, “And what about the Flame?”

“What about it? The time of the Commanders is over.”

“Does Gaia still have it?”

“They say you made her into a Natblida. Is that true?”

“Yeah.”

“I can still tell when you're lying.” You tense up at Niylah’s response, knowing that Madi being a true Nightblood, not a created one like you and Clarke, puts her in danger. Niylah may say that the time of the Commanders is over, but you know that not everyone believes that. There are people that would kneel to Madi, without hesitation, and given all you’ve seen from Octavia, that is not a situation you are eager to have her in.

You jump when you hear a clang of metal outside, followed by the sounds of Niylah and Clarke slipping from the tent. You rise from your bed and grab your knife, stepping out of the tent just in time to see a hooded figure standing in front of the door, holding a rag over a blonde person’s mouth. Your stomach drops, thinking it’s Clarke and you immediately hold a knife to their throat, close enough now that you can see the person in the hooded figure’s arms is not Clarke. They freeze and lower Niylah’s unconscious body to the ground. Clarke, who is standing nearby, gets a look at the hooded figure’s face first and whispers, “Gaia? What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“Protecting the true last Natblida, as my order has always done.”

You look at Clarke, silently asking her what she wants you to do, and she nods, letting you know it’s okay for now. You lower the knife but keep it close, and Gaia grabs Niylah’s body and starts to drag her away before whispering, “Come on, you two.”

You and Clarke follow her into an abandoned building, closing the door behind you as you spin towards Gaia and look at her in confusion. “Whose side are you on? What are you, Fleimkepa or Wonkru?”

“Blodreina saved my life, but that doesn't mean I can forget my faith.”

She unrolls a leather satchel and you and Clarke watch on, trying to figure out what she’s doing. She reaches for a bottle of liquid, and Clarke puts the pieces together first, reaching out and putting her hand on Gaia’s arm to stop her. “You are out of your mind if you think I'm gonna let you kill my friend.”

“Niylah is not your friend. You're Wonkru or you're the enemy, that's what she believes. If you want to protect Madi, this is the only way.”

“Madi is not a threat to Octavia, she's a child.”

Gaia turns on her, looking at her in earnest. “Yes, a Nightblood child who appeared two days after we rose from the ashes. That's no coincidence, Clarke. Octavia's not going to see it that way, and neither do I.”

Clarke quickly pulls out her knife and reaches out to grab Gaia, holding the weapon to her throat before either of you realize what she’s doing. “Listen to me, if you think you can force the Flame on Madi-”

Gaia cuts her off, “I would never do that. And I'm not the one you should be afraid of.”

Niylah starts to stir from her place on the table, effectively ending the conversation. Clarke releases Gaia, and nods towards the door. “Go, before she sees you.”

Gaia turns and steps towards the door, and your twin turns to you. “Get back to Madi, start packing our things. When that transport comes, all three of us are going to be on it.”

You nod your head and slip out the door, jogging back to your tent and grabbing each of your packs, stuffing the most important things inside of them. Clarke drops into the tent a second later, silently passing things to you and helping you to grab what the three of you need. She hands you her sketchpad, the one she turned into a book of pictures for Madi, who must have been flipping through it earlier, because it's open to a picture of Bellamy. Your stomach drops and you’re sure your face does too, because Clarke whispers, “We should tell them, just so they won’t worry.”

“Yeah.”

You put the sketchpad in her pack, and she starts to rise, but you put your hand on your arm to stop her. “I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure?”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, but you force them down and whisper, “It might be the last time I see him. I want to say goodbye.”

She nods, honoring your wishes, and she pulls you into a hug before you go. “It's going to be okay, la lune. I promise.”

A few of your tears spill down your cheeks, triggered by the comfort your twin gives you, and you pull away, wiping them from your face. “Get Madi ready, I’ll be back soon.”

You turn and head out of the tent, moving through the dark streets of Polis to the second camp area set up just around the corner. You’re thankful that the couple chose to camp out over here, because it means you’re less likely to run into them or see them together. Now, however, you know you’re walking right into the lion’s den, preparing to do something that will just break your heart even further. You don’t know what’s worse: Bellamy going to space without the chance for you to say goodbye, or you leaving to go to Shallow Valley and getting to say goodbye, but knowing that Bellamy will always be just out of reach for you.

When you get to Bellamy and Echo’s tent, you step close to the door, opening your mouth to call out to them, not wanting a repeat of the time you walked in on Bellamy and Raven. But just as you start to announce your presence, you hear Echo’s stressed voice float towards you, through the tent. “Bellamy, I just can’t okay? You may not see it, but everyone else can, me included. You still love her, and she still loves you. I know that you love me, but not the way you love her. And that’s okay, I understand, the heart wants what it wants. But I deserve more than that. I deserve to be loved by someone who can love me fully and completely.”

You freeze in place, goosebumps erupting along your skin as you start to realize that they’re talking about you. Bellamy’s voice sounds distressed when he retorts, “Echo, I do love you fully and completely.”

“Not the way you think you do. Things changed the second Madi saved us from those prisoners and told us the twins were still alive and in trouble.” You feel tears well up in your eyes as you stand silently outside of the tent, waiting with bated breath. “I didn't want to accept it at first, but the past couple of days away from you really opened my eyes. You two belong together. And maybe if she had died in Praimfaya, things could be different for us down here on Earth, but maybe our love was always meant to stay up on the ring. Maybe it wasn't made to last beyond that.”

Your heart breaks at the realization that if what Echo is saying is true, Bellamy still loves you. And here you stand, outside of his tent, preparing to announce your departure to Shallow Valley, leaving him, and the possibility of love, behind. But you know that Madi’s life is at risk here, and Octavia and Wonkru are too unstable to handle the threat of a real Nightblood child, so you know what you have to do. You step back from the tent a little and call out, “Bellamy, Echo, are you guys in here?”

You hear movement from inside the tent, and a second later Bellamy steps out, followed by Echo. They stand a few feet apart, looking uncomfortable, and you notice the pack on her back. “Are you defecting?”

“Not exactly.” You look at her in confusion, but she nods her head towards Bellamy. “He can explain, I have people I need to find.”

You nod, and the former couple stands and looks at each other awkwardly before exchanging a quick hug. They avoid eye contact the entire time and pull away quickly before Echo nods at you in goodbye and disappears into the crowd. You hear the rumble of the approaching transport ship, and you and Bellamy both look towards the sky, watching as it draws closer. You turn to Bellamy, about to begin your goodbyes when you hear Clarke call your name. You turn in her direction, watching as she tells Madi to stay put before she jogs over to the two of you. The first thing she takes note of is Echo’s absence, and she looks at Bellamy. “Where’s Echo? Is she defecting?”

“Not exactly.” He nods for both of you to follow him as he starts to step away. “Come on, I'll explain in the bunker.”

You shake your head, already denying his request. “Bellamy, we're leaving too.”

“What?”

A look of hurt passes over his face, and you resist the urge to reach out to him, to comfort him, kiss him, knowing that right now, things aren’t right. Instead you mutter, “It's not safe for us here.”

“No, you don't understand. Echo's defecting so we can take down the eye, and once it's down-”

Clarke cuts him off, disinterested in hearing their plan. “No, you don't understand. Diyoza is the least of our concerns. Your sister is dangerous, and Madi's…”

She turns to glance back in Madi’s direction, about to expand on the danger she’s in, but when she looks that way, her eyes widen in alarm. You turn around, finding that the place Madi was standing in is now empty, the young Nightblood now missing. Clarke grabs your hand and starts to pull you away, “We have to find her.”

You glance back at Bellamy and find that he is already following you, eyes scanning the area around him for any sign of Madi. You feel a pang in your heart, melting at the fact that he’s searching for Madi even though he doesn't have to, even though he barely knows her. But he’s searching because he knows that she’s important to you and Clarke, and you again have to resist the urge to sweep him up in your arms.

Clarke pulls you down the street, all three of you looking for Madi and calling out to her. “Madi!”

“Madi, where are you?”

Suddenly, the transport flies right overhead, lowering to the ground nearby, and you turn to Clarke in alarm. “We're out of time.”

The three of you stand there, looking at each other, trying to think on what to do, when a shot rings out nearby. All of your expressions morph into confusion as you hear another shot and a distant cry of pain, before Clarke whispers in horror, “They're shooting at the defectors.”

The three of you take off again, following the steady sound of the gunshots that ring out every few seconds, until finally you see the barrel of a gun sticking out a window, bullets firing from it. You get Clarke and Bellamy’s attention and point up to it, “There!”

“On me.” You and Clarke nod and he pulls out his pistol. Clarke does the same, pushing you behind her so she can protect you. You silently curse yourself for leaving your gun in your pack, never very good at carrying it around with you. Ultimately, it doesn't matter, because Bellamy leads your trio up the stairs and kicks open the door, him and Clarke pointing their weapons at Cooper, who stands looking at you without an ounce of shame. “Cooper, what the hell is wrong with you? Octavia said to let them go.”

Her head cocks to the side, as if she doesn't understand his question. “Who do you think gave me the order?”

“Where is she?”

“In her office, waiting to hear that it’s done.”

As soon as she says it, Cooper pushes past all of you, exiting the room with a blank stare on her face. You, Bellamy, and Clarke all turn and run from the building, heading straight to the bunker to talk to Octavia. But as soon as you climb through the door and down the stairs, Clarke gets a glimpse of a familiar looking figure standing in the atrium with the Red Queen. She immediately takes off running towards her, yelling, “Madi? Madi!”

All three of you try to push through the door and run down to them, but you’re held back by a set of guards near the door. Clarke looks down at the pair, in complete distress, and yells, “Octavia, get away from her!”

Madi looks your way, trying to comfort her. “Clarke, it's okay, I came to her.” Madi turns back to Octavia, who lifts the knife in her hand and slices open her palm. As she reaches out for Madi, she commands, “Let them pass.”

Clarke immediately takes off running towards them, and you and Bellamy jog after her, hearing Octavia’s voice float up to you as you get closer. “Nau oso tai so op kom won jus. Yo laik Wonkru.”

Now we bind ourselves in one blood. You are Wonkru. As soon as you reach the atrium where they both stand, you see that Madi and Octavia’s hands are clasped together, blood dripping from their joined palms. Clarke snaps, “What the hell are you doing?”

“It's okay. She knows everything.”

You and Clarke exchange a worried look before looking at Octavia, who returns her knife to her belt and nods at the two of you. “I understand why you lied, you were just trying to protect her. But Madi no longer needs your protection, she has mine.”

She turns her gaze away from you and back to Madi, reaching her bloody hand up to grip Madi’s chin and hold her gaze with her own. “I know what it's like to be the girl under the floor. You don't have to be afraid anymore, your training begins tomorrow.”

And then she drops her hand, leaving a red and black blood streak behind on Madi’s cheek, smiling at you and Clarke before she turns and leaves the atrium, heading up to the office. Bellamy shifts from his place behind you before following her, and you can hear the muffled sounds of them arguing before they even get the door closed. You ignore it for now, turning to look at Madi and Clarke, who looks between you both with worry. “I know you're both mad, but I told her I didn't want to be Commander. I did it to keep you safe, because Diyoza would kill you both if we went back to the valley.”

Clarke pulls bandages from her pocket for Madi’s hand, and gives her a serious look. “It’s our job to keep you safe. And you just made it a whole lot harder.”

Madi looks upset, and Clarke steps away, trying to calm herself down. You drop to your knees in front of the young Nightblood and wipe the blood from her face as she whispers, “I was just trying to help, ani.”

You smile at her, nodding, trying to show that you aren't upset with her. “I know, little sun. Everything is going to be okay.”

You hear a door slam behind you as soon as the words leave your mouth, and you turn and find Bellamy standing outside of the office, fuming. He meets your gaze, looking upset, and you realize now that you aren’t sure you believe your words to Madi. A ship full of prisoners has taken over your home, the love of your life just got dumped by someone else, and the youngest member of your family is now in trouble because of the color of her blood. You take a deep breath and send a silent prayer to the Universe asking for a lucky break, just this once.

You hope against hope that it listens.

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vanillann · 4 years ago

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Hi!

I ship you with Remus Lupin (marauder era) from Harry Potter. I feel like the personalities would match really well together and your bring out a funny side to him that he surely needed after being clawed and cursed by the werewolf.

From stranger things I ship you with Steve Harrington. I feel that just like with Lupin they need someone to help them through something . Steve would need you to see the sunshine in his life (especially after being heartbroken with Nancy). You would start off as friends and he would slowly realise his feelings for you and he sees you make him a better person!

So below are my informations. I was hoping to get a male s/o from JATP, Harry Potter, marvel, Narnia or stranger things. It’s up to you how many you’d like to make really 🥰 thank you

ABOUT ME

- my name is Ana

- I’m from Portugal

- I’m 22 years old

- I go by she/ her

- I’m straight

- I’m 5”2 (I think, I am 1m56cm)

- I have brown eyes

- My natural hair is brown but right now I have it in a dirty blonde with some ginger hints

- My sun sign is Virgo;

- Riding is Taurus

- And my moon is Capricorn

- I’m a slytherin

- Very selective with friends and somewhat lonely at times

- Have a huge trauma backstory but I try to put the past in the past

- Good listener

- I’m the “sarcastic mum” of the group

- I can be mean as fuck when mad

- It’s very hard for me to love but when I do I get consumed and lost in it

- I have studied theatre and also equine studies (horse subjects)

- I am typically quiet until I trust the people around me and then I’m always cracking stupid jokes

omg omg thank you for my ship!! you literally pick two of my favorite characters ever (especially steve!!)so i’m not a emotional mess, thank you!!

i ship you with edmund pevensie!

first off enemies to lovers

because edmund definitely wouldn’t open up and you wouldn’t open up so edmund was like “SHE’S HIDING SOMETHING!”

and of course you were like shut up because he was annoying to you at first

ARGUING DURING MEETINGS ARGUING DURING MEETINGS

and y’all kept that up for a while but then something happened

so it was a meeting with another country and peter wanted you their because you know a lot about them

and they made a comment about edmund’s past

and YOU WENT OFF

“why’d bring up a past you know nothing about? we can talk about your past with your mistress?”

AND EDMUND WAS LIKE OMG OMG SHE’S HOT

because edmund 100% love angry girls

he’s a whore for it

so you stormed out and went for a ride to clear your head

and peter ended to meeting cause no one take bad about his brother and gets away with it

and edmund just sit in front of your room till your get back

and when you see him you kinda wanna roll your eyes cause you didn’t wanna argue today

but he just thanks you

“i know we fight a lot ana but you really stood up for me back their”

and you 100% stood up because of your past and you’d kill someone if they bought it up like that

and you obviously accept because he was so sincere

and after that you slowly become friends and riding partners

he 100% loves watching your hair in the sun because it looks so cool

he likes it when you do crack jokes around him

makes him feel involved

you start to spend more and more time with him and he totally down for it

i ship you with luke patterson!

luke definitely is the type to rant a lot so the fact you’re a good listener helps

i can imagine him seeing you alone and he turned to his friends “WE MUST BEFRIEND HER NOW”

you definitely are kinda stand-offish at first but you slowly start to like being around them

i can imagine you joking about liking another band more and luke listened to all their music trying to find out how they’re better

i can imagine him trying to braid your hair

“wait what do i do next?”

he gives up and alex does it instead

y’all don’t fight a lot b it when you do it can get nasty

he probably likes to walk away from arguments so that probably makes it worse

HE FOUND OUT YOU STUDIED THEATER AND WAS LIKE “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU SHOULD BE AT AN AUDITION”

YOU TEACHING THE BAND ABOUT HORSES

reggie probably already knows a lot so he helps dumb it down for everyone else

luke is so confused it’s hilarious

“ana i forgot about how to work a saddles!”

alex and you throwing sarcastic comments at luke 24/7

him pouting when you take alex side and you just patting his cheek and smiling

i ship you with steve harrington!

i feel like you were erica babysitter and she told you about them giving her ice cream to go in a vent

of course you freaked on them and steve looked like he was going to cry

“sorry?”

next thing you know you’re hiding on a roof with them

you only agreed because one you wanted to know too but also to keep an eye on erica

we know how that went

steve definitely would see you in school and thought you were scary but he started to see you’re really cool

“where do you think this leads?”

“hell hopefully.”

DUSTIN SHIPS YALL SO MUCH

“she’s really pretty steve!”

“hear that, she’s funny too!”

STEVE LOST HIS SHIT WHEN YOU YELLED AT DUSTIN TO STOP SINGING

“WE ARE GOING TO DIE WHICH MEANS THE STORY WILL BE ENDING!”

definitely felt kinda bad he dragged you into the upside down shit

robin and you 🤝 making fun of steve

i have a feeling robin and you’d be good friends

which makes steve happy cause he wants robins approval

obviously she does

“if she said yes to you then i’d be shocked, she wayyy cooler than you.”

YOU PROBABLY YELLED AT HIM SO MUCH WHEN HE TOOK A BEATING FOR YOU IN THE BASS

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT ASSHOLE!”

i feel like y’all would call each other “shithead” and “asshole”

like i don’t know i can see it

please enjoy and send in a ship!

#stranger things x reader #steve harrrington x reader #narina x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #jatp x reader #luke patterson x reader

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nezukochaaan · 4 years ago

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yall i cant. literally after kang bae told chief gwi that weol ju signed a new contract that’ll bring her to hell even after she meets her quota, chief gwi’s EMOTIONS JUST WENT OFF. one after another, he’s just in tears and anguish and frustrated (foreal tho when i was screencapping throughout the episode you can see unshed tears in his eyes) because he lost her once and he definitely will not lose her again so seeing him confront her about it, looking for the contract at samshin’s place, telling his mom reincarnated to please leave them alone and facing Yeomradaewang WAS PAINFUL.

gosh he loves her that much and just him hearing weol ju talk about how she felt betrayed and heartbroken BECAUSE of the prince, him during all this time? i cant imagine what he must be going through especially hiding his identity from her because he agrees, he felt that he did betray her indeed even though she’s the only one he will ever love in his life

#mystic pop up bar #i think i need to sleep #yeah i definitely should go to sleep #this was a lot to take in lol #chief gwi #weol ju #mpub

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fatbottombucky · 5 years ago

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Steve Rogers Ending...

Before you read this.. if you’re a stucky shipper, or ship Steve with ANYONE other than Peggy, you might wanna scroll on past friendo.

Also, you can disagree with me. I literally don’t care about anyone’s opinion, this is just how I’ve analysed everything of Steve’s arc.

Steve never got over Peggy. And that’s been shown THROUGHOUT these stupid movies. The deleted scene from Avengers1, where he’s in his apartment and has the file on Peg but doesn’t go see her. That’s him KNOWING she’s aged and not wanting to deal with it. Denial.

We then see him visit her in Winter Soldier. Clearly he’s visited her a few times because he isn’t shocked she has dementia. So, it’s safe to assume he visits her a lot. Wasn’t just a one time thing, probably, not every day but few times a month.

Also, he refuses any type of dating- again in WS. Natasha gives him options, he declines, at one point saying he wasn’t ready to date a lady with a lip piercing- which is a tad like Chandler when he finds small things wrong with women because he’s got commitment issues... (SEE WHERE IM GOING LADS?). He decides to maybe give one a go. His neighbour, but when finding out she’s with Shield, he backtracks and doesn’t even talk to her.

He also claims he’s “too busy” to ever date now.

He then spends TWO YEARS looking for Bucky with Sam. Two years. In that time he could’ve actually met people, formed relationships, but he doesn’t. He carries on being Captain America and looking for Bucky.

Peggy dies. Steve is heartbroken.

His kiss with Sharon wasn’t a “I love her” or “imma start dating this lady”, he just went to the funeral of the girl he was gonna take on a date in the 40’s, and found out she has a relative. A female relative. It’s kind of a rebound kiss (to me). Also Sharon kisses him. She pulled him to her. Not saying it isn’t his fault, but the kiss only happened because he found out she’s related to Peggy, and he was still mourning.

Everyone is always like “he never knew her”, “they had one kiss!” About Peggy. You forget that Steve grew up in a time where you only get one chance at love.

Also he did know her. He spent A LOT of time with her. And that kiss... was his first kiss. He liked her. Fancied her. Saw an end with her. Then he woke up 70yrs later, you guys forget that Steve Rogers expected to die. He didn’t think “oh imma be found in the future.”

Waking up meant that he had to find out she carried on, like she should’ve. Does that hurt any less for him? No. He loved her.

There’s no movie after First Avenger where he’s fucking happy. Where he’s content with this new world and life. He’s depressed. Angry. He finds out his best friend is still alive, but at what cost? Bucky being tortured for years and controlled, that’s not something that fills Steve with joy to begin with. It’s shit storm after shit storm, he doesn’t LIVE. He doesn’t experience life. He’s just a superhero.

So... yeah, he does go back in time. And yeah, it must suck because internet. But... fuck. He gets to rest. He gets to be with Peggy, he gets some of that life.

You don’t get to measure someone’s love for someone. People meet and get married after 2 months, I’ve seen it happen. Love isn’t to be measured. Yall just pressed. No matter how these endings happened, you’d find something to be pressed about. Just get over it. It ain’t that deep.

Fed up of seeing the “I hate Steve Rogers” discorse. Especially in the Steve Rogers x Reader tag. Get out of the tag. Stop tagging your hate with that. It’s fucking annoying.

#peggy carter #steve rogers #avengers endgame

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thekraziesreside · 4 years ago

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A Potential Solution where Emzawa can be the Endgame we deserve

(if it’s nonsensical and full is mistakes, forgive me, it’s 4am and I tried to compile all the info about bnha em that i could find)

ALT TITLE: Let Em Be Loved, I Want Her to Feel Wanted

Aizawa doesn’t like recklessness in other people, I won’t contest that. I might suggest that he’s especially harsh on Em because he’s fond of her - a complicated relationship for him as a mentor (feeling personally responsible for her growth and safety) and potential love interest (admiring her independence and aware that she’s an adult). She isn’t something he’s had to deal with before, so he is cautious, but given the way he lets some of the kids (Midoriya et al) get away with easy punishments for what are usually very serious and life threatening situations, I can’t imagine him being too upset that in emergency situations (like the USJ attack) Em uses her quirk in the harsh near suicidal way that she must. He himself took outrageous damage to save the kids.

I asked my hubby about his interpretation of Aizawa’s character and how he might react to a situation like that, just to make sure I wasn’t getting too off base, and he thinks that Aizawa, as a prohero, married to his two careers, if he didn’t feel responsible for Em, would probably have a sense of pride that she did her job as a hero and put herself in grave danger to save someone else. That’s their job, after all. He would do it. All Might would do it. Mic and Midnight and Thirteen would do it. So he might be scared for her well being, and wish that she could have fought more safely with her quirk(s), but at the end of the day (and perhaps with some sitdown prompting from the other teachers and/or Nedzu) he has to realize that not only was he doing the same thing, rewarding the same behavior in the other students, and might have died a painful death without the assist, that it was a brave, heroic call to make, and was the right thing for a hero to do.

I think it’s just as likely that he might double down his efforts to help Em learn to fight without mutilation because he would shoulder some responsibility himself that she had to resort to those old tools. If he’s disappointed in her for reverting to old ways, he is disappointed in himself for not making sure she had better alternatives. I think this dynamic would leave their future relationship more open to the eventuality that she will “rejoin” the villains to protect Bakugo, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

With Em’s true identity now revealed to the LoV and staff at UA, there’s no way someone (Nedzu) wouldn’t find out everything about her past, if he didn’t already know. Along this vein, Aizawa might be suspicious of her for hiding her identity, but like you said before, had seen her intentions and motivations laid bare in a moment of desperation. He knows she’s not evil. Anything about her abusive family and tenuous relationship with AFO that he’s briefed on would only fix that further in his mind, that she was a troubled child in a troubled world, trying to make herself into the hero she wants to be. He knows it takes a lot of work and sacrifice, and while he may doubt that she has the guts to put in the hard work to turn over a new leaf, even when she abandons them, he would know, through any betrayal that he felt, that she still wasn’t evil.

Perhaps he’ll think evil is the easier choice for her. Or, more harshly, that she isn’t cut out for hero work, too weak to face her own evil and keep pushing on (not when her first instinct is to martyr herself, die, and escape the immediate consequences of whatever killed her, pain or not).

This is all assuming they have minimal contact during this time, banking on Aizawa’s observational skills and his connections within UA. If, as I’m sure both of us want, their relationship has changed with the revelation that Em is an entire adult lady, with a complex story and lifetime career in the industry. He isn’t responsible for her. She isn’t a child. He helps her continue learning and working at first because it’s his job, and he’s as fond of her as he is any other student, but moving forward things are allowed to change. He’s allowed to be charmed by her good graces and laughs. He’s allowed to share his lunch, take her out for coffee, and have the kind of friendship among colleagues that can develop a flutter in his stomach, and pretty blue eyes filling his daydreams.

With that, maybe Em explains her plan before she runs off. Maybe they’re both heartbroken for each other and worried as she sits with the League, watching over Bakugo, as it aches Aizawa’s heart to denounce her publicly. If that jives with your ideas for both of them, it replaces Em’s imposter syndrome with Aizawa at her bedside when she wakes up in the ICU. AFO’s gaslighting of her (and All Might), while harsh and painful, has the opportunity to be soothed by scratchy beards and calloused hands, as Em puts in the work to be the kind of hero she wants to be.

*falls to my knees and cries in gay*

TBH Em is the definition of dumb bitch with her quirk sometimes because she’ll just do it by instinct, and then realize “Oh fuck I know how to fight 🙃 “ She’s not doing it to make people feel bad for her, in fact she often forgets that “hey you know when you get hurt like that- you get blood all over your team mates? Right? It’s kinda tramatic Em.” Em is dummy, maybe dummy thicc, but mostly dummy.

tbh she’s real good at hand to hand combat, like my other Em’s but like- I had to give her a flaw, and that flaw being she forgets to think and just acts, and that usually involves her running infront of danger to human sheild the attack from hitting whoever it was originally intended for. Though if she does get appathetic- she stops caring, and then if you fight state with a sword or something you’re fucked. She’s going to let you stab her and she’s going to hold the blade there so you can’t pull away and attack again, but also now you’re stuck and she’s going to round house kick your skull into the groud so hard you better hope your skull doesn’t shatter. (But that’s OP so I don’t usually talk about how she can actually kick asshahahaha OOF)

Also I would love for Aizawa to be the one who tries to help her learn to use her head and not her heart in battle. Like- she knows how to fight, she just needs to over ride her instincts, it’s silly because one simple counter attack to block harm from someone is a lot smarter than her just standing there and taking the initial attack. I feel like she couldn’t bring herself to actually battle with Aizawa, she just dodges and blocks his hits, and will only use a small amount of force when she counter attacks him because she doesn’t want to hurt him. (Not cause he’s fragile but because she doesn’t want to hurt someone she cares about. She won’t even really hit Tomura, in battle, unless he’s risking someone else. But her main way to fight people she cares about is to tackle hug them, they can’t fight if they can’t move. She also can use acupressure like Ty Lee from Avatar, but that is kinda painful so she wouldn’t use it on Aizawa in training either. 😔

But you’re super right with that analysis, it might be easier for Em to be a villain. >:3 //slaps self But if she had a reason to be good she would, like Aizawa, but tbh in the back of her mind she wonders if the heroes are keeping her around to keep her at bay. And that hurts, but she’s not good talking about her feelings. Hell if anyone brought up her childhood she’d be like “ahahik haihd whha- noo. No it’s not as bad as it seems.” Just totally blowing it off, she doesn’t like talking about it to anyone.

BUT HGGOD THAT SOUNDS SO NICE. Em waking up in ICU but she’s there and WDHIHWDIEH COMFORT STUFF KILLS ME *knees buckle, and cries into the ground* Like- jebus- y e s. God between you and Darthsuki yall have helped me develop a story line much more plausable with Em. Like maybe I can make use of that Overhaul Em drawing 😏 maybe after the redemption Fanfic Suki wrote, maybe Em learns to discuss her plans and she goes undercover for the Overhaul case, that way it’s not a part 2 (part 3?) betrayl to the heroes.

EHIhiwhfdi All in all, THanK YOU ??!! FDheiFFEJH I’m sorry I can’t shut up about Em stuff.

#submission #Nice things for Krazie #Boku no Em

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onepunchmiss · 6 years ago

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OPM s2e5 Live blog

“The Martial Arts Tournament”

Alright I’m back to the regular live blog schedule and theres 2 things before we get started. 1) OH MY GOD DO-S IS THE EPISODE THUMBNAIL WE GET TO SEE ALL THE MONSTERS POPPING UP and 2) DOES THAT MEAN WE’LL SEE ZOMBIEMAN TRAILING MARTIAL GORILLA BECAUSE IF SO I sincerely apologize in advance yall must be aware by now how that’s going to go down on this blog. Anyway, as always I’m watching this from the perspective of someone who is caught up on both the manga and web comic. Los geht’s!

Yup the centipede movement is still creepy as hell. I saw people saying it was cgi last week which I didn’t catch right away, but regardless it’s done so well because it looks unnatural.

EYYYYY ok actually I kind don’t care about Metal Knight. What this episode is actually going to be is me screaming about all the monsters liKE RHINO WRESTLER AND PHOENIX MAN GUYS I LOVE THIS STUPID BIRD SO MUCH HECKING HECK. I’m gonna vomit like him and Do-S PLUS Garou vs Bat PLUS the other S Class heroes (Tatsumaki and Flashy Flash??) I am not physically mentally or emotionally prepared.

Yo this seems to be a trend with the monsters and me, I am evidently never prepared for the garish color schemes they get. Not mad just surprised every time?

hhhhhhhhhhhhh Ok the fight! I’m… I’m gonna try really hard to not pause every 2 seconds because I will inevitably have many words to say and screen grabs to take but that would be more than excessive sooooo ok here I go

Lol I failed immediately. I love that they’re going shot for shot with the fight. I’ve said it before, but I really think Murata captures movement and action sequences so well in the manga that if the anime were to try and deviate, it just wouldn’t be as good (especially with all the flack JC staff has been catching). Also I ADORE Metal Bat’s theme music when his fighting spirit comes out??? It’s so corny and triumphant and bad ass at once it fits him so well?? Ok wait a second I thought that after metal bat hit the manhole cover it ricocheted and came back at Garou what the heck??? That was such a cool move on Bat’s part and demonstrates he’s not just brute force, but tactical too. Why’d they leave that out??OH COME ON THEY DID WHAT THE HELL WHERE IS THIS??

This is actually my least favorite thing about season 2 biggest complaint what the fuck they did my boy dirty here. Oh thank god Zenko is here to quell my anger. Also Bat’s glowing eyes of murderous intent. Look at her. A legend.

Garou: “...haa?” Yup still love his voice actor. Perfection. Also Zenko. Just. Metal Bat and Zenko. Moshi moooshi? Just. This whole thing was almost perfect. So close. The fight felt so short, and it was because they cut out some good stuff. So close to perfection uhg

AH MY STUPID BIRD MAN he sounds exactly like what I wanted him to I’m so glad and HAH the fuckin hand I forgot about that. Side note, Anyone else play Arkham Asylum? The monster association logo looks like Scarecrow’s symbol in that game…. ANYWAY I need to take a moment to appreciate that little Phoenixman chuckle it was hella cute ok

Rh-Rhino Wrestler basically just said “Then Perish”

Oh Fuck

Oh God

Martial Gorilla

Oh fuck

O H F UK

oh false alarm im ok my heart rate skyrocketed for nix Oh Maiko Plasma!! I love her voice wtf its cute? Phew ok the tournament. Wait that’s not giving me a break either because MAX AND SNEK M A X AND SN EK

I love him and his stupid hair omg. I’m REALLY hoping that the anime branching out and giving other characters more spotlight will help them grow in popularity a bit. Every single character in this series is underrated imo. Even the popular ones like geNOS LOOKIT HIM clapping for his sensei. Genos is baby boy I lov

“Dark Corporeal Fist?” Isn’t Void Fist just easier to say? really now. Oh My God Sourface chanting “I’m ok I’m ok I’m ok” is literally my daily Mood™. Damn look at Bang taking out some frustration I’d hate to be that monster. Me too my dude Smile Man.

WHOA I was NOT expecting that transition!! Heart! Hard! HIT! It’s the Monster Wife!! And She definitely looks more monstrous in color oof those eyes ❤❤

OH FUCK OH GOD WAIT MARTIAL GORILLA AGAIN DAMN IT I WISH I REMEMBERED EXACTLY WHEN Z SHOWS UP MY BLOOD PRESSURE CANT TAKE THIS ofuck ok false alarm again but I’m low key freaking out as they pan through all the monsters because the S Class is so close like we’re about to get Child Emperor, Flashy Flash, Pig God, Drive Knight, Darkshine and so on who got next to no screen time in season 1 its giving me anxiety im so pumped??

OH FUCK GUYS PUREBLOOD OH SHIT FUCK I FORGOT WE SEE HIM THIS EARLY CAUSE HIS DESIGN KEPT CHANGING he looks stupid with his hair behind his ears and his voice is NOT what I imagined and that manga panel redraw I did was way off with the color scheme but I don’t care I have read and re-read that fight countless times this monster just grew on me by default oh no UHG and look at Super S again it looks like they’re going panel for panel here with her and I’m not complaining

They keep hopping to the tournament but I don’t have much to say about it until the shit starts going down….. and like I’m so excited for that Snek and Max moment (you know the one) but until then I’m just so overwhelmed by all the other plotlines happening I don’t have much in the way of comments for it

I lied ok that eye twitch got me. But see then it cuts away too quickly and the episode is over. I get that there’s a lot happening at once but the tournament feels dragged out a bit. It’s different when you read the manga at your own pace but cmonnnnnnnnnnnnn gimme moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

HAH THANK YOU POST CREDIT STINGER YOU DELIVERED MY WISHES AND ZAKKOS IS SOME WEAK SAUCE.

NEXT WEEK GUYS ITS HAPPENING

Final thoughts. Um. I wish the Garou vs. Metal Bat was a tad longer just for that ONE moment. I’m still heartbroken over it. But otherwise? I’m so excited for next week, I can’t convey my excitement without being excessively obnoxious? this episode was pure hype. There are no buts about it- we are getting the S Class next week. I… think I’m going to leave work at noon to catch the episode right when it airs. I was saving that for an episode with Z but I don’t think I’ll be able to function at work if I stay. At this point every character is a fave and now we’re getting all of them, I feel so overloaded and we haven’t even seen anything yet. I don’t know what to even say about the future of these crap ass live blogs- they have no structure as it stands right now, but like they are going to devolve into just me screaming. Not even real words. just something like keyboard smashing and tears, probably. I’m so sorry, but anyway, as always thanks for reading, see yall next week assuming I survive

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 6 years ago

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The Call (PT. 3)

When you catch your boyfriend, Roger Taylor, cheating, you turn to the first person you can think of for solace - Brian May, your best friend of several years. However, you aren’t the only person with the same idea, and soon everything you were hoping to avoid comes knocking at the door.

Read PT. 1 here

Read PT. 2 here

(a/n: this is IT yall ok i loved this little series but writing this made me BIG SAD hope u like it ahhhh)

This wasn’t supposed to be how your night had turned out. You were supposed to watch a movie with Brian, possibly snog a bit, generally forget about Roger for a while. Maybe you’d even sleep over, and then spend the next day together too. Or, he’d take you back to yours after the movies were over, and then you’d invite him in and let him sleep over there.

The opportunities were countless, but instead, here you were, standing between your ex and his best friend, whose boxers you were currently wearing.

“What in the fuck?” Roger sputtered out, unable to comprehend the situation as he stood in the doorway, barely moving. Your heart began to race and you felt your chest tightening, which made you panic and caused your breathing to go all sorts of wonky. This is why you hadn’t wanted to see Roger earlier this morning. You knew that the moment he’d show his face, you would crumble.

God, and he looked so hurt. The betrayal lining his features almost made tears come to your eyes as you stared at him in shock. It was almost enough to make you forget why you’d been here in the first place. Almost.

“Y/N, you alright?” Brian asked, worry lacing his voice as he moved his hands to your shoulders when you turned to face him. The terrified look on your face must have said it all, and he nodded once before ushering you back to the living room, leaving the door open for Roger to do whatever he wanted. Although you wished he would have slammed it in his face, you had more things to worry about at the moment, like not hyperventilating until you passed out. “It’s okay, love, calm down, deep breaths,” Brian coached gently as he sat you down on the couch, his knee pressed against yours.

You nodded, although the room was still spinning, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you grabbed for his hand, or really anything you could get a hold on. Taking your hand and carefully lacing your fingers into his, he kept talking you through your panicked state, and only paused when your heart rate began to slow down. Looking up, he saw Roger standing in the doorway to his living room, looking completely out of his element.

Eyes narrowing, Brian gave him a scathing look before looking back to you. You slowly opened your eyes to see him watching you closely, Roger behind you and out of your line of sight. Still, you could tell by the twitch under Brian’s eye that he was irritated, and you could feel Roger’s heavy presence in the room imposing on you.

“Mind explaining why you’ve got his briefs on?” Roger finally demanded, your vision flashing red as your panic quickly turned to sheer, unmitigated anger at the sound of his voice.

“How fucking dare you!” you screamed, standing up and whirling around to face him. He jumped at the sudden lashing out, on the defensive as you stormed towards him and pushed him back towards the hallway with a fervor he’d never seen out of you before, not once. “How fucking dare you ask me to explain what the fuck I’m doing, Roger! What the fuck are you doing? Why are you here? I don’t want to see your stupid face right now, or ever!”

“That’s rich,” Roger sneered, still somewhat on the defensive as you shook slightly with the anger coursing through your veins. “You’re fucking standing there in my mate’s boxers, and you think I’m the one who has to explain. I ought to fucking tell everyone about the both of you.”

“He lent me his clothes, Roger, is that okay with you?” you asked sarcastically, your voice spiking far above inside levels. “Didn’t know I needed to check with my ex before I stayed over at my friend’s and borrowed his clothes because I’m fucking heartbroken and needed some company.”

“Ex?” Roger nearly choked, pretending to be surprised. “Funny, I don’t remember ever having this conversation where I suddenly became your ex. I just remember showing up to my flat to see my shit outside the door. Oh, and then showing up to my friend’s house to talk to him only to find my fucking girlfriend prancing around in his britches like a little fucking princess.”

“Ex!” you corrected, your stare unwavering as you nearly spit venom with each word. “Ex, Roger, EX! We are not together anymore, you’ve lost your chance, you fucking prick! Get that through your thick skull!”

“Y/N, he’s not worth this,” Brian started, raising to his feet and coming over to gently tug on your arm. You shrugged his hand off though, far beyond consolation at this point.

“Oh, fuck right off, Bri, I’ve already heard more than enough out of you,” Roger hissed, pointing a finger accusingly, but you pushed his hand right back down and instead pressed a finger into his chest. He looked down at your finger, shocked at how aggressive you were getting at the moment. You’d never even laid a hand on him in that way, not even jokingly, and now you were shoving him and blocking his movements. His fiery temper was only stoked by these fierce gestures, so he couldn’t help but get testy. “What the fuck has gotten into you, Y/N? What’s your problem?”

“You, Roger, you are my fucking problem!” you yelled, your voice cracking a bit as you prodded your finger into his chest, pointing at him repeatedly. “You stroll in here all high and mighty and act like you didn’t just go shag half of England these past few months! I’m so sick and fucking tired of acting like everything is okay, Roger! It’s not, it hasn’t been for a long time, and you fucking know it! Three months of hell for me, and you have the audacity to come in here and act like I’m the issue!”

Roger didn’t know why he kept going, but his mouth was faster than his brain, so he immediately fired back. “That’s real fucking ballsy of you, Y/N, accusing me of cheating without any proof. I love you, why in the fuck would I do that?”

“Any proof? You love me?” you spit back, curling up your finger as you stared at him incredulously. “Roger, I’m not fucking blind, I saw the tabloids today. How was Maggie, yeah?”

“You knew her?” he asked, a venomous bite to his voice. “You fucking set me up, you’re mental, Y/N, truly!”

“See, Brian, this is exactly what I was talking about!” you cried out, exasperated as you dropped your finger from his chest and instead crossed your arms. “I knew he’d find a way to turn it on me, like I’m the crazy slag who waited up every night for him to come home smelling like another girl, for his clothes to go missing, to sit by and pretend not to notice all the secret phone calls! I’m fucking mental for standing by his side and supporting him as he went and stuck his tiny little dick in anything that was moving in a 50 foot radius, I’m mental for telling him I loved him despite all the times he blew me off with a poor excuse, while he got his fucking rocks off. Yeah, fuck me, I guess, for setting him up to see if he’d really cheat on me with my old roommate! I’m the crazy bitch!” With your last sentence, your voice cracked again and you finally began crying hot tears of anger, but you didn’t look away from Roger, wanting him to see what he’d done to you. This was his doing, not yours. All his.

He was finally silent, your tears practically putting a muzzle on him as he stood there with a stony expression, not willing to show so much emotion. Especially in front of Brian, who was standing dutifully behind you.

It was like a horrible fever dream to Roger, the love of his life in front of him, but no longer his. It was so confusing. You were just out of his grasp, beyond his reach. Now you were in Brian’s reach, and Brian looked upon Roger with a sort of disdain he’d seen several times before from Brian, but never something so horribly disparaging. His own best friend, now at your side instead of him. And it took him a moment to realize, but every single time he’d seen Brian look down his nose upon him like that was when he’d caught Roger wavering in his loyalty. Every time he’d seen him entertain a groupie, every time he’d seen him steal a flirty glance at a girl across the bar, that same chilly look. But now it was different. Now Brian really had reason to give him that lofty stare, the one that said ‘You’re throwing it all away.’ And it wasn’t a stare of hatred or dislike, it was a stare of frustration. He wanted his friend to be better. This wasn’t a situation he prayed for.

“Don’t look at me like that, Brian,” Roger warned, his voice not matching his words as it shook and trembled. “You’re supposed to be my best friend, best friends don’t stare at you like you’re the scum of the Earth.”

Brian shook his head, stepping between you and Roger as he nodded towards the door. “We’ll talk about this some other time. I think you should go.”

You sat down on the couch again and began to weep quietly, your shoulders shaking as Roger watched you. It was like watching a flower wilt and die, and it made his head spin as he realized that he’d really done it. This was his fault, and he’d lost you completely. It was over.

“Fuck,” Roger whispered, and his lip trembled as he tried to hold back his tears as he backed up towards the door, Brian standing with his arms crossed as he supervised. Roger barely felt the doorknob under his hand as he opened the door, exiting like he was in a trance. As soon as the door clicked shut, Brian calmly walked to it and locked it, even though Roger still stood directly outside, just staring at the faded numbers painted on the door. It hurt, but he couldn’t look away. It was just like watching a train wreck.

It was like watching a love blossom, a new love.

Sure, it was born out of poor soil, but it blossomed nonetheless, and Roger was forced to the position of observer as you became Brian’s one and only. Brian never wavered, never let his eyes roam. You were his rock, and he was yours. Trust, fidelity, balance, affection. It was all there. All of it. Everything Roger had failed to give you.

The relationship between Roger and Brian remained agreeable. But there was always a clear sense of power there after that day, Brian’s upper hand always looming over Roger’s head and casting a shadow on the rest of his life. And it wasn’t Brian forcing this upon him. The rut that Roger dug himself into, he never seemed to be able to climb out of. He kept himself wallowing in his pain, so he’d be reminded every day why your eyes always averted when he came into view, why your greeting was always a quick wave, and your goodbye also a wave.

He wasn’t there for your wedding. In fact, you didn’t actually have a wedding. You went and got married in private, and you didn’t have a reception. Freddie said it was because you didn’t have enough time to plan with Brian on tour all the time.

Roger knew it was because of him. Because Brian couldn’t have his friend stand up there beside him at the altar, when that friend was the same man who’d practically destroyed his now-wife. He couldn’t just invite the others, either, because that would destroy the amicable relationship they’d worked so hard to maintain for the music.

But it was supposed to be Roger’s kids that you had eventually, not his. Roger was supposed to be Dad, and Brian was supposed to be Uncle Brian. It was so mixed up to him, so wrong, when you finally had your first kid with Brian. This was not how Roger had planned things. He was supposed to be the one on the altar with you. He was supposed to be the father of your kids. He was supposed to be the one by your side for the rest of your life, not him.

Freddie was named the godfather of your child, and Roger was there for the baptism. He watched in complete silence as you and Brian celebrated the new life of your child. You pretended like you were okay with him being there, but it was clear you weren’t.

Even years later, Roger was still the rain on your parade. But rain helps flowers grow, and that was alright with him, he supposed.

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tyrus-time · 6 years ago

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my perspective on TJ’s story (as of 3.13)

Over the past few days, I’ve gone back and forth several times about whether to post my response to, yknow, the Gay Angst. OBVIOUSLY I’m heartbroken, as a Tyrus shipper and someone who is deeply invested in their characters as individuals, to see the two of them hurting. But I know this drama is a plot device and that Tyrus, one way or another, will be endgame.

Currently, I am feeling anxious about how much development we will actually get to see for them... but that’s in the future, and I’m trying to focus on the now.

No, there’s some other stuff that made me feel angry and disappointed and honestly, foolish when I first watched the episode.... I wrote out a rant on my phone, and then I added to it later, and now I’m trying to make some sense out of it... now that I’m calmer (but still sad) about it.

This is a pretty long, critical post, so feel free to keep scrollin!

(I reallyjust need to get this out of my system so I can move on.)

I know some people are actually glad that TJ’s storyline is addressing homophobia, but I gotta be honest with yall: I, personally, am not. I’m honestly devastated that this is the route they took, especially since it still seems the gay themes are mostly subtextual.

As of now, there is a LOT of room for interpretation regarding what is going through TJ’s mind and what Kira’s implied threat was actually implying. I don’t interact with children, like, at all... so I really have no idea how much they’d be picking up on.

And I feel kinda uncomfortable with the show using themes of homophobia/the threat of being outed/etc... just to create drama and conflict between characters? Using homophobia as a plot device in this way, without even beginning to deconstruct homophobia, comes off as semi-exploitative to me?? Which is probably because I’m just so tired of Gayngst, which is really my main issue with this storyline...

I am exhausted of the pattern of gay characters struggling with homophobia (internalized or otherwise) and this then causing them to hurt/betray their (gay) love interests.

Being gay and having relationship angst is one thing. But always having angst related to being gay? It is a well-worn trope that I am do not like.

It’s “realistic,” yes, but it’s frequently been done before — hence the TV tropes page on it.

While it is important to portray the affects of homophobia upon LGBT+ and questioning individuals, there must be a balance!

When Gayngst-y representation is the main representation you see, it feels like that’s the ONLY narrative. You are left with the idea that being LGBT+ means you WILL suffer, that you NEED to struggle with your sexuality/gender because that’s how the identity development process is ‘supposed’ to go. And it shouldn’t have to be that way.

(I speak from personal experience)

This is why I’m so passionate about studying LGBT+ media representation. Media informs us of social norms, scripts, expectations; what is acceptable and what is appropriate; how we’re supposed to think and feel and behave. It’s often very subtle, but all of those images and narratives become internalized and affect how you understand yourself, the world around you, and how you fit in to that world.

Media images shouldn’t just reflect society as it is today; it should offer images of a brighter future.

There’s this resonant quote from the musical Hadestown:

“He could make you see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is.”

And that’s what I so dearly want to see in LGBT+ representation.

It breaks my heart whenever people say things like, “it’s unrealistic for a young gay teen to be comfortable with their identity.” It truly breaks my heart and makes me want to change the narrative.

We should have stories that should how the world CAN be, not just how it often ‘realistically’ is.

I want to see worlds that AREN’T heteronormative, because I’m hopeful for a future in which we truly do dismantle heterosexism.

I want to see queer relationships that go through the “normal” difficulties of dating someone, such as dealing with typical awkwardness and learning to communicate better... instead of dealing with external and internalized homophobia.

Perhaps I’m asking too much, and shouldn’t be this hopeful in 2019, but I will continue to assert the need for joyful, celebratory queer stories that diverge from the trend of queer tragedy.

And I really was hoping that Andi Mack could show this radical possibility that gay people can just be HAPPY sometimes, but.... this is Disney channel.... So I guess I’m not really surprised, but I am still disappointed.

Disappointed not just because I was hoping for an unashamedly gay character, but also because I could see TJ realistically having little conflict over his gayness. (I made a post about this months ago, and I’ll probably be repeating those points now.)

TJ’s concern about how people perceive him has been well-established, re: the dyscalculia storyline. However, I’ve always had an affinity for the concept that because he cares about Cyrus so deeply, he is able to come to terms with his gayness without as much turmoil as one might expect. I think this concept is even more valid after the gun incident, with TJ standing up to his previous friends in order to do the right thing, and admitting that Cyrus is the best thing in his life.

“But ash, this is just you being a hopeless romantic!” you might say. But wait! I have more evidence!

I now realize just how much I was projecting myself onto TJ in regards to his insecurities, and it really had nothing to do with romance:

I have always had this complex duality of “I don’t care what people think!! I gotta be true to myself” and “Oh my god, I care so much and I’m so socially anxious.” (I bet some of you can relate.)

The thing is... while I feel self-conscious about my transness on a near-daily basis... I’ve been pretty unapologetically queer since I realized that I actually had a gay crush.

Granted, I was already a big ‘ally’ with several LGB friends in a fairly liberal area, and this gay awakening was in high school (not middle school). So TJ wouldn’t have all of that going for him.

But my thought processes (regarding my insecurities) has always been:

If people don’t like me for who I am, then they’re not worth my time...

But if people negatively judge me for my abilities? Game over, I’m an insecure mess. THAT’S what I’m most insecure about: seeming dumb or weak or incapable.

And again, maybe this is just self-indulgent projection, but I think this fits TJ, too.

In S2, TJ clearly is so insecure because he thinks he’s stupid since he struggles with math. And since he’s a jock, perhaps at first he can play off his bad grades with the whole “Oh, I’m a athlete, and getting good grades is for nerds, and I’m cooool” (or whatever rhetoric is used nowadays but middle school boys). BUT having a learning disability is far scarier, because it solidifies (in HIS mind) that there is something inherently wrong with his brain.

I could go on and on, analyzing TJ’s inner psyche, but the point is:

I could see him being insecure about his physical and mental skills such as basketball and math, yet being self-assured of his sexuality.

This would also be a realistic option for his character — in my opinion at least, because my own life experiences align well with this interpretation, and well, that’s gotta count for something because I’m pretty sure I’m a real person, even if my experiences aren’t widely shared?

TLDR; The way that they ended taking TJ’s character is a “realistic” option, but it’s not the option that I would’ve chose — both for personal reasons (personally relating to TJ, and wanting to see Tyrus be happy) AND social reasons (believing that children should be able to see a character who isn’t show to struggle with self-acceptance, especially since we already saw Cyrus be scared of himself for being gay).

This isn’t to take away the validity of anyone who DOES relate to/support TJ’s current arc! This is me just sharing my own perspective (and trying to get the sad feelings out of my system).

My whole approach to media representation is challenging the “good representation” vs “bad representation” binary, because doing so is incredibly counterproductive and oversimplified. Instead, we should be constantly asking “What is the context for this representation? What is valuable about it? What are it’s flaws? How could be possibly do better in the future?” So I can see advantages of this particular storyline, but I also have some criticisms that I believe to be substantiated.

#not even gonna tag bc i feel p vulnerable about sharing this #but i needed to release it into the universe so all this stops swirling in my head #and i do feel better having written it out and sending it away

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