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LOVE IN THE AIR ⋮ SPECIAL EPISODE. step aside, p’pai.

[durmstrange]

Everything - George Weasley

Hello and welcome to another George blurb.  Hope you enjoy!

word count: 846

George sat with his twin and a couple of other friends in the clocktower courtyard, cutting up and laughing louder than he should be.  He was enjoying himself, truly, but he missed you, despite the fact he saw you only hours prior.  His mind wandered to you as he fidgeted with some gadget in his hand, listening to his friends speak.

Fred was telling a story from their third year, when he simply could not understand what a first year student was trying to tell him, which lead to him discovering that he could dislocate his own shoulder in an odd twist of events.  It was such an odd and silly story, one George had heard loads of times, but still laughed at each time.

Lee wrinkled his nose as he laughed.  “What I don't understand is how you mistook the boy telling you there was a bug on your shoulder for him asking you to dislocate it!   And you tried it!”  The group laughed as Fred shrugged with a goofy smile on his lips.

“You know what I don’t understand?”  A Ravenclaw boy quipped as he pointed a finger at George.  His eyes floated up to him, listening.  “Why you are with that girl.  What’s her name?”  He asked as he laughed to himself.  “I just don’t understand it.  George, you’ve got such a personality, you can be a career comedian, but she’s so quiet.  She is literally more bland than rice pudding,�� he laughed as George’s fingers curled tightly around the gadget in his hand.  

Fred’s face flushed.  He knew this was a sensitive subject for his twin.  You were the love of his life, to say the absolute least.  It was true that you were incredibly shy to most people but you knew he and George well, and your personality was almost equal to theirs once you opened up to them.  For the most part, you never gave anyone the light of day, never expressed much emotions around anyone but them, but to them, you were equally as brilliant, funny, and wild.  George often defended your name, as he would for just about anyone, but not quite as fiercely as he did for you.  It angered him to no end that so many people judged you because they did not know you.  

Lee, the others, and the Ravenclaw boy’s eyes widened as you approached Fred and George from behind, having heard the boy’s words.  There was a sour look on your face that made them shiver.

Fred’s hand rested on his twin’s shoulder as he heard the snap of the toy in George’s hand and he looked down as it broke into pieces.  “For your information,” George seethed with anger and stood, “(Y/N) is the most caring, compassionate, and lively person I have ever met and could destroy your personality with one word, you nutter,” he snapped and dropped the broken toy to the ground.  “She is quite literally everything good in the world, and just because you don’t know a damn thing about her, doesn’t mean you can insult her.”  He finished and moved to walk away.

Fred stood to follow, but paused when he saw you, stepping out of George’s way to avoid being run over with a crooked smile on your lips.  The smile was familiar, as it was the one that formed on your lips when you got particularly loud with the twins.  George froze in his spot, realizing you heard the entirety of the conversation, and how hurt you could be by other’s words.  

“Nutter?”  You repeated George as he watched you, his eyes wide.  “Funny way to describe you, don’t you think?”  You asked the Ravenclaw boy, who was white in the face from George’s tangent.  You moved to stand next to George and tilted your head to the side.  “I would have gone for something a little more critical.  Useless git, or perhaps senseless twat, something like that,” you laughed airily and leaned down, getting into the boy’s face.  “However, my Georgie covered it quite well, don’t you think?  You don’t know a damn thing about me, so you should probably keep my name and likeness out of your mouth and mind, yeah?”  You asked.  He stared at you, anger on his face.  “Wonderful,” you replied without receiving a response from him.

George took your hand and began pulling you away.  “Wonderful,” George repeated as Fred patted you on the back, both the boys leading you away in triumph.

“I’ve never seen you so feisty with anyone other than us, moppet,” Fred teased, making you laugh lightly.

You shrugged, letting go of George at once, and walking in sync with them naturally.  “Ah, you see, I hate to let gits like that boy get to me, and I am well aware of all that people say about me, but I thought for once, I would give myself a voice.  It felt quite good, actually.”

The twins laughed, and George quickly wrapped his arm around you, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.  “Well, you were absolutely brilliant.  Really, I didn’t think you would ever do something like that,” your boyfriend praised you happily, only making you smile and laugh more.

“Oh hush now.  The reason I was looking for the two of you was because I had a brilliant idea for a new product,” you began, your eyes lit up like fireworks as you walked side by side with your two best friends.

[fatefulfaerie]

Unbreakable Bond

Zelink Week 2019 prompt #6/10

Spirit Tracks for this one.

“Your Highness,” Zelda’s teacher said as he entered the room, the Princess not even looking up from the documents she seemed to be consumed by, “a soldier is here to see you.”

“A soldier?” Zelda retorted, barely any emotion in her voice as she glanced over the document before her, “Tell them to complain to their commander, I am far too busy for such a thing.”

“Are you sure?” asked a voice that made Zelda look up immediately.

Zelda practically leapt up from her chair to greet him, barreling into him with a great big hug.

“I can come back later if you’d like,” Link said with a laugh.

Zelda only shook her head.

After three months of training and six months of duty, Zelda had barely seen Link as much as she wanted to when she hoped he would choose to be a knight in her castle.

And, for the past month, he had been ridding the badlands around Lost Sea Station of hostile wildlife.

If it weren’t for his talent with the train, he surely would have had duties around the castle much more. Yet, his engineering certificate meant that missions to the other regions whisked him away, much to the Princess’ grief.

“Your teacher tells me you need a break,” Link said as he let go of the embrace, “I was thinking Papuchia. We haven’t been there since everything got sorted out and you always wanted to go swimming there.”

Zelda smiled with excitement before it dropped completely.

“But Link,” she said, “you must have just gotten back. We don’t have to do something so far. Aren’t you tired of that train?”

Link took her hand with a smile, a similar expression soon on Zelda’s face as well.

“With you, it’ll be just like old times, and I could never get tired of that.”

“Besides,” he said with a small shrug, “you only really rode it once.”

“I was on that train every step of the way with you!” she said defensively.

“Flying around it,” Link said as he led her out slowly, keeping his hold on her hand, “or even in it…doesn’t count.”

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“What’s that?” Link asked with a tip of his head, drying off his wet, blonde hair with a towel.

“I found it months ago in the library,” Zelda replied, “I’ve just been so busy, I just haven’t had the chance to finish it.”

“So…you brought it with you?” Link asked rhetorically with a smirk, “Am I that boring?”

“Of course not, Link. I just figured that since you were changing out of your wet clothes, I could pull it out for a bit.”

“All right. What’s it about?” 

“It’s actually a journal, written by my great-great-grandmother Tetra. I didn’t know much about her beforehand, except that she established the kingdom after a long and perilous journey on the seas.”

“And?” Link said as he sat right next to her.

“You’re really interested?”

“Well, yeah. It’s part of our history”

Zelda smiled at the genuine intrigue in his eyes before they situated to face each other.

“Well, it starts when she is still on the sea. It’s a couple months after a Big Octo attack that almost decimated their ship, which made her start to seriously consider settling on land. She was hesitant about it, since she spent her whole life on the sea, but after talking to someone else, she was more confident in how dangerous it was to stay. Apparently this person felt the exact same.”

“Who was it?”

“She never says his name, but she repeatedly refers to him as ‘the dork’. The way she talks about him, I think they were dating at the time.”

“I…uhh…I see…” Link said rather nervously.

“She talks about how she surprised herself at how excited she was to find this land and set foot on it as her new home,” Zelda continued enthusiastically, “her crew never said anything, but she could tell in their faces that they were tired of being on the sea as well.”

“Did she say how long it had been?”

“I think so,” Zelda said, pulling out the book and fumbling through the pages before continuing, “yeah, it says that most of them were part of her late mothers’ crew in the Great Ocean, wherever that is, and that they departed from there five years beforehand, when Tetra was thirteen.”

Zelda put down the open book, looking as if she were thinking about something distant.

“I can’t even imagine captaining a crew being that young. She must have been quite wise.”

“Uhh, Zelda…” Link prompted.

“Yes, Link?” Zelda retorted playfully at she looked at him.

“You’re not that much older and you rule a kingdom.”

“Oh…right,” Zelda said, looking genuinely surprised before she let out a small giggle, “almost forgot about that.”

Link did the same, them both blushing at the shared moment before she went back to the book, turning a page.

“That’s as far as I got,” Zelda said, “but I did see Anjean’s name come up so I’m excited for that.”

“Go on,” Link encouraged, “read it.”

“Really?” Zelda asked as she looked up, her blue eyes brightened, “Out loud? This isn’t boring you?”

“Of course not,” said Link with a warm smile that made Zelda’s heart melt, “seems only fitting that you should read it.”

“Okay,” she said as her gaze returned to the old journal, starting with a smile.

“I met with a young woman named Anjean today. She was very kind, and welcomed the dork and I to this land with open arms, literally. It was a welcome contrast to years and years of hostile seas. She later pulled me aside and asked me about the dork, who he was, how I felt about him. Normally I might have met such an inquiry with some defense. I mean, what sort of person asks those questions out of the blue? But when I looked into her kind eyes, I realized that it was probably I who was out of sync. Years on the sea and I bet I have become disagreeable, hostility an instinct for me. She was only curious, so I told her the truth. I told her that—”

Zelda stopped suddenly, herself speechless at what her eyes skimmed ahead and saw, her face starting to redden. 

Link, in response to her pause, tipped his head in curiosity.

“Th-that he was my hero,” Zelda said quieter, “that he is my hero…and that I love him dearly. I told her that there is an unbreakable bond between us…that neither time nor death could ever destroy…”

Zelda closed the book, both of their gazes now far-off and distant, averted from the other as a silence brought forth the chirping of birds, the whistle of a summer breeze.

“I should be getting back to the castle,” Zelda said, “I have a lot of work to do.”

Link barely moved a muscle, didn’t say a word as the Princess started a walk to the train down the hill.

Yet, she stopped herself of her own accord, the breeze gently moving her blonde hair. 

She didn’t know that Link had stood up, that they were now standing with their backs turned to each other, a few feet distancing them.

“Link?” Zelda prompted.

“Yeah,” Link replied

“You are an absolute dork,” Zelda said, Link’s eyes widening.

He turned around for her to say,

“You are my hero as well, and…as for the rest, I…”

Zelda turned around quickly, hastening towards Link with no hesitation in her step.

Link was taken aback by it until her lips pecked his, both of their faces reddening with warmth.

He simply stared as she walked down the hill to the train, overwhelmed and awed, flustered beyond belief.

“How do you start this thing anyway?!” Link heard Zelda exclaim, inducing him to be pulled out of his trance to walk towards her, his lips curving into a smirk.

[darkpoisonouslove]

Six Sentence Sunday

This is from my fic about the post wedding party in “Sparks of Life” that has become much longer and is taking much longer to write than expected. Seeing how I feel my inspiration slipping, I decided to share some snippets. Six snippets, six sentences each, from different parts of the fic.

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“I still think you should have let me order from a restaurant,” Valtor said as he looked at all the work Griffin and her mom had put into the feast while he’d been doing his best to suppress the feeling of uselessness rising in him and help them with whatever he could like setting the glasses on the table and folding napkins. And tasting different things although that was kind of unnecessary since both Griffin and Emalyn had chef skills and he was only there to confirm what they already knew – that the supper was perfect. Just like his new family.

He’d almost rooted the table out of his way when he’d collided with it while he’d been busy looking at the two of them as they helped each other, practically sharing thoughts as they worked in absolute sync, talking about other things instead–like the artistic talent of some of Griffin’s students and gardening–and weaving peacefulness in the atmosphere of the penthouse that he hoped he’d always get to feel. He’d hit the edge of the table hard, swearing as it grated against the floor and making them both look at him and laugh at the confused expression on his face as he’d been trying to figure out what the hell the table was doing in his way before realizing it was him that wasn’t where he thought he was. Griffin had joked she’d have to promise him a kiss for every successful trip to the table and back to keep him from hurting himself and destroying their preparations for the dinner.

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“Ediltrude,” Griffin swiftly swept past him and moved to hug Ediltrude only to have her left hand grabbed and her momentum paused abruptly, causing her to stumble.

“Don’t Ediltrude me, show me the ring,” Ediltrude almost growled, the aggression in her voice not exactly real but not too faked either. She hated being kept out of the loop and Valtor was surprised she’d managed to make it for three weeks. Not that she’d had much of a choice unless she’d wanted to buy a ticket to Greece and hunt them down on the honeymoon, which he was sure wasn’t completely past her so they had to be grateful for her commendable show of restraint. “Holy crap, Griffin, it’s beautiful!” Ediltrude said, her voice softening immediately at the sight of the gleaming gold on Griffin’s finger even with the loud excitement still in it. “And it looks so beautiful on you,” Ediltrude said, turning Griffin’s hand in all directions so that she could take a good look at the ring and making him wonder if perhaps he shouldn’t jump in to make sure she wouldn’t hurt his wife.

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“No hug for me?” Zarathustra spoke as she finally saw her chance to have Griffin’s attention on herself now that Ediltrude wasn’t hoarding all of it. Though, Valtor was sure it hadn’t been intentional. Ediltrude was greedy for affection but she didn’t mind sharing it with her sister. “I’ll just go then if I’m unwanted,” Zarathustra said as she turned to head back to the elevator, her joke obvious as such but it did hit Valtor hard still when he knew the twins were practically Griffin’s sisters in fate and had only felt like belonging when they’d found her.

It seemed to have a similar effect on Griffin as she shot after Zarathustra faster than a bullet to kill any thought of the kind that might have sprang to life unwanted in her friend’s mind and wrapped her in her arms, squeezing her like a python. Which Zarathustra was probably pretty used to considering the way Ediltrude’s snakes liked to show affection even if they were a different species. And Ediltrude herself hugged pretty much the same way, her arms going around your neck when she wanted something and squeezing just hard enough to make you consider your answer carefully.

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“I’m here,” Griffin said as she held on to Zarathustra, her hand moving over the other woman’s back in a soothing motion. “Just excuse me for a moment while I figure out what scheme you and Ediltrude are running,” she said, her voice turning mischievous as she disentangled herself from Zarathustra–after she’d relaxed enough for Griffin to leave her alone–and ran to Ediltrude who held the gift bag out of her reach–a task none too easy when Griffin turned into a bird of prey but the heels were giving her some height advantage currently–and shoved her away. “Give it to me, Ediltrude, or I won’t show you pictures of the wedding and the honeymoon,” she threatened, a malicious note sneaking into her tone.

Valtor shook his head at Ediltrude’s outraged screech and the “bitch” that followed. It drew a gasp from Emalyn that was more comic rather than scandalized or offended on her daughter’s behalf and tempted him to pay more attention to the cat fight but he resisted and trusted Griffin to handle herself as he made his way to where Zarathustra was pretty much having a reaction similar to his to the squabble between her friend and sister.

“Need an extra dose of hugs?” he asked, allowing a small grin on his face when her gaze immediately softened like he’d seen it do when she was talking about her job and, more specifically, her students.

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The doors opened and Faragonda pulled Hagen inside the penthouse, making Valtor bite the inside of his cheek to keep from swearing again. Of course they arrived exactly at this moment when both he and Griffin had had their emotions pulled all over the place and needed some time to collect themselves. Of fucking course.

He did his best to keep from accusing the universe of hating him–he did have Griffin, after all, and he would always be immensely grateful for that–and moved to join his wife as she greeted her best friend.

“Finally,” Griffin said as she threw herself at Faragonda’s already open arms and Valtor could agree with the sentiment as much as he resented it thanks to what came hand in hand with it. Quite literally since Hagen had been holding on to Faragonda and looked like someone had snatched his dessert away now that she’d let go of him to greet Griffin which only made Valtor want to throw him out of the penthouse. Preferably out the balcony.

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Hagen threw him in shock as he offered him a hand–both literally and figuratively–and it took him a second to process before he could initiate a corresponding action. “Congratulations,” Hagen said as he shook his hand briefly but not in a way that would indicate that he wanted nothing more than to be as far away from him as possible–even when they both knew that to be true for both of them–making him narrow his eyes at him. “What?” Hagen asked as he noticed the look he was giving him, the snappy tone beginning to creep in instantly and Valtor knew it would be best to just drop it but they were already past the point where that was possible.

“You sound sincere,” Valtor said, getting the words out calmly and at an even tone as he wasn’t trying to start a fight. He was just puzzled since he hadn’t expected that. While he didn’t imagine that Hagen was spending his days fantasizing different scenarios of him being plunged into absolute despair, he also didn’t expect him to care about him finding happiness. He even thought Hagen would be rooting a bit for him to get what he deserved which according to him probably was a punch in the face since the robotics engineer had made it clear that to him Valtor was just a spoiled asshole and a snob.

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Yeah, I cheated a bit and gave seven sentences in three of those excerpts... And in that spirit, it is the 8th of March so let’s make them eight (I just don’t know how many sentences these are)

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“Stop hoarding all the attention to yourselves,” Ediltrude scolded as she swept in past him and attacked Faragonda with another one of her killer hugs which she gladly returned, surprise crossing her face just for a moment before she was all softness again and returning the affection without a beat of hesitation. “I haven’t seen you since that night of truth,” Ediltrude said, a devious smirk taking over her face but her gaze moved to Hagen before anyone could react. “Hi, Hagen,” she said, the smile definitely turning predatory now. “I’ve been dying to see you,” she said, moving to wrap an arm around his shoulders just like a snake that was waiting to strike. Oh, this would be interesting. He could tell that even if he was a bit lost currently.

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This time at least it seemed to dawn on Hagen exactly what minefield he’d walked into as he turned to look at Faragonda, his gaze filling with betrayal as she obviously hadn’t told him and he might have won himself a ticket out of his ultimatum for the night which wouldn’t be exactly the best news since that was the only thing keeping them being begrudgingly amicable towards each other. But of course that was the disastrous effect of the twins. It got out of hand in ways you couldn’t even imagine, not to mention predict, and nothing could stop the madness they’d started from unfolding. So they could only let it play out and try to contain the damage.

[amberenigma]

stream of consciousness thoughts on ( ovan’s ) will. and about graphics. this is your spoiler warning for volume 4: reconnection.

i spent too long last night playing gu for a hot second and now i have some Thoughts:tm: about plots, ovan, and the notion of will. enjoy some 2015 levels of rambling about objectively minuscule details. 

anyway literal toilet thought but the archives have a very interesting way of creating meaningful iconography using particular design elements of characters ( mainly the infinity eight ) and minimizing it to something both unique and recognizable. namely, the epitaph pattern icons used for each player in the archives---they’ve always been really neat, unique, and it’s been something that the cc2 team has always used in their archives since _02.

ovan’s has changed between trilogy/original gu and volume 4, which i always thought was pretty neat, especially in terms of what’s actually presented.

( but anyone with the book be like: okay but haseo has a different one too in volume 4!! and i say shshshshshshshh this came about purely because of unison skeith’s icon which uses haseo’s epitaph version since he’s.......you know.......skeith’s host. epitaph talk will come up later )

anyway excuse my 5 minute “slap a banner of images” but the difference here is obvious and i just have an appreciation for what it means with aida---mostly that aida was acknowledged and treated as a completely different entity, an anomaly that didn’t belong on ovan at all and depicted as such during the trilogy. but after kusabira fuses back with him as true neighbor ( which i always thought was a very interesting name to give tri-edge ), we get a spiffy new icon for big blue and wah-lah, aida is now cyan! YAAAA!!! whether or not ovan actually accepts her as part of him ( in which he at least seems reluctant in-game, not so much my main verse after 6 years of writing him lmao ) is rather up for debate, but here we can at least verify that she’s not there to be malicious per se ( but that doesn’t quite exclude her as a menace, see haseo’s “it’s kusabira, isn’t it. it’s that aida whispering in your ear.” ), and not to the extent of trying to completely fuck up his day. i found that slight change pretty interesting. this is where i get into the meat of what i wanted to talk about.

the notion of will in .hack---gu in particular.

but first i do wanna say that there’s this blaring fucking pothole when it comes to corbenik and the rebirth that i don’t know will ever be explained. like. if it’s a failsafe that was a one and done thing, then corbenik should have been......destroyed or severely damaged or something.....right...or at least that’s what kind of makes sense to me unless the product of the RA plan really makes epitaphs less prone to the crumbly wumblies like they were in imoq after being salvaged. although that doesn’t seem to be the case given unison skeith is a solid half corbenik/half skeith. it’s bothered me for years and canon doesn’t really lean one way or the other, it just is ( again, i’ve written something out for my corbi blog years ago and tl;dr ovan and azure kite go fish him out of the sea of data, put him together, but he lacks the ability to rebirth again--i need to tag that thread actually ). but maybe he’s never meant to truly disappear as his moniker implies. always coming back ( additionally fitting for ovan, but i digress ). 

will is an interesting concept in gu. and at least with ovan specifically, it’s a strangely powerful trait in him, which may be why part of why he has this sort of enigmatic sort of vibe to him to anyone---this notion of, “i don’t know what this guy wants, but whatever it is, he’ll get it one way or another.” and i think it may really be stronger than at first glance, pivotal almost. we see it twice in dire moments, even though he’s so, so tired.

the first ( and not chronologically, there’s obvious some other off-screen moments we can speculate, these are just two instances that come to mind clearly ) is with the fight with cubia in redemption, where 7 of the 8 are trying to break through ballsack cubia’s final AT field ( forgive me it looks like an AT field what can we expect from sadamoto okay ). yata says they can’t do it without “the epitaph of rebirth”, which always struck me as odd for quite awhile. what did he mean by epitaph of rebirth? didn’t haseo have all of the epitaph data in his pc? he data drained corbenik twice now, they should be okay, no?

but, yata wasn’t referring to corbenik specifically in this case. he was referring to ovan, and in that extension, corbenik as his epitaph. the remnant data skeith absorbed was essentially not enough in this case despite corbenik containing a metric fuckton of data between himself and aida. what skeith can’t devour is human will. ovan’s will.

in the archives, ovan’s specifically noted to have an extremely high mental resilience---it’s the primary trait that attracted corbenik in the first place when searching for a host. this could mean quite a few things, honestly, and taking into account what little of his past we actually know, it makes sense that his sense of direction is incredibly poignant, his will to be essentially unmatched ( although parallel to haseo’s in my opinion, just simply a different flavor ). the man’s just an absolute unit. it’s also noted that ovan didn’t really take into account the repercussions of activating the rebirth and purging the net, thus spawning our good friend cubia, so he truly was just ready to go sleep forever. paraphrasing aura here, the rest of the infinity eight’s praying for ovan to hear their collective voices ( admittedly it just boils down to ovan hearing haseo’s voice, gestures at lost files in the trilogy archives which is a hilarious conversation by the way; “leave me be, i’m tired. i just want to sleep.” ) is what gets him to muster up any remaining strength he has left to come help. 

it’s an interesting sequence of scenes with haseo’s cracked data just magically healing up once ovan enters the picture---his presence alone drives haseo. it’s his image and his voice that’s alongside haseo’s ( which is an interesting choice because it could have been all eight of them in this case ). his will is what catalyzes everything to it’s end, including himself. 

the second is the avatar fight with moralta, where haseo realizes that he can’t do it alone again---and ovan is still surprisingly able to put himself through that kind of strain despite being in the deep freeze for a year ( avatar and all! again! goddamn! ), combining into unison skeith and yeeting the shit out of giant slug baby once and for all. this particular encounter takes a different note compared to cubia considering we hear both of them synced up ( literally all of their dialogue is the same )---and beyond the fact this whole epilogue is about haseo and ovan, it really ends up being the sheer fact that it’s both of them together that overcome and stop moralta from fucking up [the world]. sheer will’s a strong motive for pretty much all of vol 4 though, so this is kinda expected. it’s haseo’s lament at the end that poses an interesting discussion---he couldn’t do it by himself again ( in this case he is referring to everyone as a whole as well before finding ovan, too ). for all of the power that he holds via skeith, kusabira, etc, he still needed ovan there to push to victory. i’ve always felt that was an interesting distinction the staff has made throughout the gu timeline ( in any retelling of it, actually ). even ovan has to let him know that it’s the fact he had a warband of support that got him that far in the first place despite the trauma ovan had pushed him through.

the series has been consistent about ovan’s ability to push things the extra mile, even for things that he may not personally want, even if there’s few people he’d undoubtedly be alongside. his involvement makes all of the difference, and that’s powerful in it’s own way ( he is the antihero after all ). we see the power ovan has by guiding the events of gu throughout all three volumes, but we really see just how strong he is when he’s actually on-screen the few times he’s there for more than 10 seconds. it’s kind of fucking insane such a laidback personality has that much influence on the outcome of incredibly dangerous/dire/important situations.

when he knows exactly what he wants, he knows exactly what makes people tick, and what makes the world around him change. ovan’s will is a terrifying weapon and it’s one of my favorite details about him. 

and last thing that just came to mind from playing around last night..

in one of the demo trailers, haseo’s monologue expresses the emotions he’s experienced throughout playing to that point---specific people embody specific emotions, and in ovan’s case, he’s associated with despair. despair drives ovan--haseo’s correct about that honestly even if the context of what he knows boils down to the fact ovan’s burdened with aida and saving his sister ( things we see in the archives explicitly point out that the indou parents are straight up dead ). this man has lost so much, is losing too much, and is on the brink of losing even more during the events of gu and it shows. despair is a powerful force, a reaction to the things one has experienced and an outlet for all of the things it can cause. a man with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous and the most powerful of them all even in silence---and somehow, somehow ovan has managed to keep his edge despite being on the brink of death himself in the real world. that’s fucking scary.

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

Crossing Parallel Lines- Sam Winchester x Reader: Chapter 5

Chapter 5- Sam’s POV-*Time Skip*

Warnings: Pissed Sam (yes, still) fighting, yelling, cussing, lots of fluff throughout, softie Sammy

Word Count: 1613

A/N: I know everyone is confused as to why Sam is so mad but hang in there! It will all come together soon! As per usual, all feedback is welcomed. Requests are open! 

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-Monique

 I pace back and forth in my room, trying to come up with any logical explanation as to how in the world Y/N “accidentally” ended up in our world. She was from that other world, the one where there are, as Dean and I call them, the fake us. I mean, technically they are fake us because they play us on a TV show; a TV show! How bizarre is that? People actually find us interesting enough to watch on TV? Why? What about my life has been interesting? Okay, I guess the hunting supernatural beings is kind of interesting but it’s not a joke! This is serious stuff; people get killed. Wait, they don’t show that part, do they? Isn’t there some kind of law that prohibits gruesome material? I groan in frustration before a knock interrupts me. Before I even have a chance to think about answering it, the door flies open and in storms Dean.

“What the hell happened here?” He says, looking around the destroyed room before looking to me.

I shrug, trying not to make a big deal over anything. Although that wasn’t the truth, I didn’t need to lead to anything.

“Okay, then explain why you were being a dick to Y/N.” He says, folding his arms over his chest, eyeing me suspiciously.

“I wasn’t being a dick,” I say, walking over to my desk and sitting in the chair. Trying my absolute hardest to ignore the pressing issue.

“You weren’t? Dude, you practically yelled at her when she said she wasn’t from here! You made her feel horrible. We’re literally the only people she knows from here.” Dean began to lecture me.

“She doesn’t know us,” I say, not looking up from my laptop screen.

“Seriously? Okay no, she doesn’t the real us but she knows of us and that’s all we can give her right now. She has no one, Sammy.” Dean says, trying to plead with me.

“That’s not our problem.” I snap at him.

“Well, we better make it our problem because I sure as hell ain’t letting her leave! And you better not either!” He snaps back.

“Why do you care so much if she stays? How do you know if we can even trust her, Dean? I mean, what if she isn’t who she says she is?”

“So what? At least we knew we did everything we could’ve to help her. And I don’t know for sure if we can trust her but, don’t you think if she was against us in some way, she would’ve already tried something?”

“She could be planning on betraying us somehow.”

“Wow, you really think that low of me?” A third voice said, entering the room; her. Shit. She must’ve heard us. Damnit, Dean left the door open.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Dean says, trying to dissolve the issue.

“It doesn’t change the fact he said it.” She says in a cold tone. Wow, she’s pissed. She continued. “Why do you hate me so much? What did I do to you, Sam? Just inconvenience you?”

I kept quiet, which only seemed to piss her and my brother off even more. I knew I didn’t have a valid reason to be this angry but I couldn’t help it. She’s been here for less than two weeks and she’s already taken over the Bunker. It’s not like she had anything with her but Dean told her to buy some things to make the Bunker feel more like home while she’s here. That set me off; another argument with Dean and me. It was as if she was moving in but why? Doesn’t she have a home? People who are out looking for her? She can’t be okay with staying here, can she? Slowly, there were things everywhere that reminded us she was there. For instance, there were pink hand towels she had replaced in one of the bathrooms. Okay, it was her bathroom, we never used it, but still. I would walk by and see the door open and see all the girlie aspects. Then, in the main living area, there are candles that melt wax and it makes the room smell really nice. Actually, that’s not so bad, just different. And she bought this really fuzzy pink blanket that lays on the couch when she’s not using it but she’ll wrap it around herself when we watch something; she looks like a fuzzy burrito. When she walks past me too, she always smells really good, like coconuts or peppermint or something really sweet and sometimes really spicy and it makes me wanna take her and…..

“SAM!” Dean yells, snapping me out of my head.

“What?” I say, looking to Dean, then to Y/N, who didn’t look at me. I huff out a long sigh and walk out of my room.

“Oh no you don’t Winchester, you don’t get to get off that easily!” Y/N’s footsteps could be heard from behind but I ignored her.

“Sam!” She yells, still following me, but I keep walking, eventually heading outside.

“Would you slow the fuck down?!” She yells and I suddenly skid to a stop. I thrash around to look down at her, a startled look on her features.

“Go back inside,” I say harshly.

“No! Not until you tell me why the hell, you’re so fucking mad! What the fuck did I do that made you so angry?!” She is screaming at this point, so I give it right back to her.

“What you did? You wanna know what you did? I’ll tell you what you did, Y/N. You somehow manage to send yourself to another world by saying a thousand-year-old spell in a book of lore and you’ve turned everything on its ass! Everything was already difficult enough; we were dealing with the fucking Apocalypse; again! And then you came along and messed all that up so now, we have to change our focus from saving the world to sending your ass back to the right universe. We didn’t need this, Y/N! Did you even think about that? No, you only think of yourself! You’re exactly like us and it’s annoying. You think you know us because of that show but you know nothing. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” I say the last part and immediately wish I could take it back.

I was afraid to look at her but I did and she surprised me. I thought she would be scared of me but she wasn’t. She just stared at me, gears turning in her head. The rationale was long gone from my head right now so I do the one thing I’ve wanted to do since I saw her. We stood at the flank of the Bunker, what would be like a backyard if this were a house, and I shove her against the wall behind her. She grunts a bit by my actions but she doesn’t seem hurt. Her eyes wide, she looks up at me with a doe-type expression and for the first time that night, she looked scared. I still tower over her and she almost shrinks back by my force. She can’t move and I don’t want her to; she needs to know. I lean my head down just a bit so my lips were close to her ear and whisper, “you have no idea what you do to me.” She looks at me again, the scared look ever-present, and she remains still. I had one of her arms pinned against the wall behind her and my hand held onto her other arm so she was trapped.

I whisper again, “I can’t think straight having you around. You’ve completely taken over my senses and I don’t know how to shake you.” She looked to the point of tears but then I say one last thing. “I don’t want to shake you.” She opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off by pressing my mouth on hers. She seemed stunned, her hands gripped my arms, and I was afraid she was going to push me away, but then, she lost her grip. Instead, she had melted into the kiss, falling into perfect sync with me. I think both of us knew there was sexual tension built up between us but neither knew what to do about it. Her small hands were gripping my shirt holding onto me for dear life, and I gently push her further back against the wall. There was a ledge against the wall, large enough for someone to sit, so my hands trail down to her thighs, right under her ass, and lift her up to sit on the ledge, allowing a much better access point to her lips; finally, level to me. I push her legs apart so I could stand right between them, standing right in the center of her. I couldn’t really think about anything else besides the taste of her and just like I told her, she was filling up my senses again. When my head starts to throb in pain, I pull back to look at her. She looks disappointed but is panting, trying to catch up with her running breath.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought of doing that,” I admit, taking some of her hair and tucking it behind her ear softly.

“Oh, trust me, I know.” She says and I raise my eyebrows quizzically. “I’ve been waiting for you to grow a pair and ask me out, or kiss me.”

I let out a throaty chuckle and lean in to kiss her again; short but sweet and very effective.

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[okietokiee]

Fic: Hjönk, Hjönk

Pairing: Skwisgaar Skwigelf/Toki Wartooth

Rating: M

I was really inspired by @picklespunchedme @bittebecca @sonderrbeee ‘s various fan art of clown!Skwisgaar 😳 thanks so much for letting me write a fic based on your gorgeous art!! 💕 

Summary: 

Skwisgaar makes some especially harsh remarks which cause Toki to start avoiding him, and the lack of contact is really starting to make the Swede’s sex drive go absolutely haywire. 

Fortunately, Skwisgaar comes up with a genius (albeit horrifyingly embarrassing) plan to make it up to his hot-tempered boyfriend lover. 

And Toki positively loves it. Perhaps a little too much. 

——————

Skwisgaar knew he had fucked up. 

After countless years of brutally harsh, biting criticisms and demeaning insults, Toki had finally had it. Normally he was able to take Skwisgaar’s comments, admittedly not always in a stride, but with minimal bloodshed (most of the time). And he wasn’t even completely sure what was different about today, about the disparaging remarks he’d grown used to throwing out daily. 

Maybe it was the stress of having to record a whole knew album from scratch? The stress of the rising tensions becoming so goddamn obvious lately? He knows he’s not the smartest person around, but you’d have to be blind to not see the cracks forming in their band’s already fragile dynamics. He knows it’s not just affecting Nathan and Pickles.

But whatever the underlying causes were, all it took was an offhand, “That’s was fuckins dildos, dos it agains idiots,” during a slow-moving rehearsal to get Toki raging like a spoiled five-year-old kid told that no, he could not have candy for dinner. 

After screeching and using his flying-V to destroy a fair amount of their studio and sound equipment, Toki had tired himself out and retired to his bedroom. 

He’d also taken to avoiding him for the past week. And maybe the Skwisgaar from a few years ago wouldn’t have (outwardly) cared so much, but ever since they’d shared an earth-shattering, momentous night together just months before, they’d both been inhabiting the same bed for a majority of nights. 

And, though Skwisgaar would rather die a painful death by firing squad than admit it to anyone, Toki had been the only person he’d been sleeping with ever since that night. He loathed to label it as anything serious, but that didn’t change the fact that he was painfully reluctant to break this surprising streak of faithfulness, his longest one yet. 

However, regardless of how much he didn’t want to sleep with anyone that wasn’t a dopey Norwegian guitar player with a penchant for tantrums and hissy fits, that didn’t change the fact that his sex drive was going fucking haywire. 

Storming into the Mordhaus living room, he irritably asked, “Has anyones seens our dildos rhythm guitarist?”

“Eh, I think he went out drinkin’ with thet clown again,” a stoned out Pickles mumbled from the couch. 

“Whats!? I thoughts we puts a restrainings orders on dat creep!”

Nathan sighed from a nearby desk, putting down his book. “Yeah, we did. But you know that kid. He just loves those fucking clowns.”

That unfortunate string of words made an idea pop up in Skwisgaar’s head. 

“…coulds you repeats dat?”

“I said he loves those goddamn clowns.”

“Nos, de odder words!”

Nathan glared, confused. “Those fucking clowns?” 

Skwisgaar grinned manically. “Ja! Dat weirdos loves fucking clowns!”

Pickles could be heard potentially dying of laughter a few feet away. 

Nathan narrowed his eyes, a disgusted grimace on his mouth. “I know you suck at English Skwisgaar, but ugh. That’s some brutal imagery.” 

Skwisgaar, ever the trooper, did not let the revolting thoughts affect him, as his plan was coming to fruition in his mind. Yes, Toki was annoyingly fond of childish gimmicks, clowns included. Toki could never even stay mad at Dr. Rockso, an old drugged-up, strung-out rock-and-roll clown, no matter what shit that creepy asshole put him through.

Yes, he knew what he had to do. He didn’t like it one bit, and it could potentially ruin his reputation completely if word ever got out that he even considered this.

But… 

Skwisgaar bit his lip, his thoughts suddenly full of brown whiskers and childish giggles. 

It would be worth it.

——————

Hours later, Skwisgaar was regretting every single choice he’d ever made in life that had led up to this point. He felt like a fool and looked like one too.

His only solace was that the random klokateer he’d ordered to find him this costume was no longer capable of ever blabbing his secret to anyone, at least in any way that involved a functional mouth. Or hands. 

And now he found himself pacing around Toki’s small room, waiting for the little dildo to get back home. The sound of his baggy blue and yellow pants swishing and the stomping of his large red shoes did nothing to alleviate his growing anxiety. 

Skwisgaar scratched at his neck, careful not to smudge any of the meticulously applied clown make-up he’d taken an hour to perfect. He was vaguely grateful that his experience with corpse paint made this endeavor slightly easier, but also horrified at exactly how naturally circus make-up came to him. 

As he was pondering his deteriorating mental state, he heard the door creak open and a surprised, ear-shattering, absolutely delighted squeal. 

Toki crashed face-first into his chest, holding tighter than a newborn koala to its mother. 

“Oh Odin! Yous a real cool clowns Skwisgaar!” Toki gleefully said, nuzzling the red ruffles around his neck. 

Skwisgaar was glad his red cheeks were camouflaged by the blindingly white paint. 

“Eugh… Ja, I guess I ams,” the Swede nonchalantly agreed, not meeting his lover’s eyes. 

Toki paused from his snuggling, and gazed adoringly up at Skwisgaar’s embarrassed face. 

“Skwisgaar… Dids you do dis because you know Tokis been mads at yous?”

Skwisgaar coughed awkwardly and avoided his gaze. “Maybes if a dumb dildos hadn’t beens avoidins me for sos long, it woulds not haves come to dis…”

Toki smirked. “Yous just proving Toki needs to do dat more often.” 

“Fucks you-!”

“Okej,” Toki cut him off with a contented sigh, cuddling into Skwisgaar’s colorful, silky costume even more.

This was the closest they’d been in a week, and Skwisgaar’s body was responding rather excitedly to their close proximity. 

Toki giggled, feeling the growing hardness coming from Skwisgaar’s loose trousers, and he pulled the Swede over to the bed and pushed him down, crawling right on top of him and going in for a deep, fervent kiss. With the right angle, Toki was able to avoid dislodging the bright red clown nose on his lover’s face. 

With a few well-practiced maneuvers Skwisgaar was able to bring Toki down to only his underwear, but when he made movements to remove his own ridiculous clothes he was stopped by a firm hold. 

“Nos, keeps it on.” Toki’s flushed, erotic expression was very convincing. 

“Ja, fines…” Skwisgaar groaned, canting his hips up, desperate for any kind of friction. 

Toki smiled, reaching for the lube that has been ever-present at his bedside table for the past few months. He took a moment to take in Skwisgaar’s smudged clown make-up and gorgeous, smoldering expression. The juxtaposition was disorienting. 

“Skwisgaar…?” 

“Ja Tokis?” 

“Do yous maybe… I knows we havent’s dones it likes dis yet, but,” Toki mumbled, his face red and expression coquettish, “I think I wants to tries to take it.”

Skwisgaar was at a loss for words, his mind (and body) already overheating. So far Toki had been the only one topping, citing his lack of experience with men and dislike of being dominated as his main reasons for wanting to avoid switching positions. And Skwisgaar hardly cared, always being very satisfied by Toki’s eager enthusiasm.

But the thought of finally being able to become so wholly one with Toki had Skwisgaar’s head spinning and heart racing. 

“Of course älskling, as long as yous ready,” Skwisgaar said, rubbing circles on Toki’s naked hips. 

Toki’s eager nodding was answer enough and then he wiggled out of his underwear. 

Skwisgaar leaned forward to get a hold of the lube, but Toki pushed him back down. 

“Yous just watch for nows,” Toki murmured with a sweet smile, opening the lube to prepare himself. 

Skwisgaar couldn’t handle watching a mewling, trembling Toki Wartooth preparing himself for long without feeling like he was going to literally explode into a cloud of confetti. The Swede pushed his own baggy pants down, not fully taking it off but exposing his painfully erect manhood. He moaned, giving himself a few strokes as he continued watching his lover teasing him. 

Finally, after what felt like eternity, Toki stopped and got another generous dollop of lube for Skwisgaar Jr. before lining himself up on the Swede’s lap. 

Skwisgaar watched enraptured as Toki slowly lowered himself down with a seductive whine and several sensuous movements of his hips. 

“Ah, fuckins hell Toki,” Skwisgaar cried, thrusting up desperately. 

Toki reciprocated in kind with more moans and wet, raunchy kisses, ruining a good portion of Skwisgaar’s make-up. 

As it was getting especially intense, their movements both in sync and frantic, Toki leaned down and did something incredibly peculiar and, honestly, kind of hot, at least to Skwisgaar’s current fucked-out-of-his-mind state. 

“Hjönk, hjönk,” Toki murmured with a smile as he squeezed the large, squeaky clown nose on Skwisgaar’s face with something akin to reverence. All without once pausing his fast, unmerciful pace. 

Skwisgaar was too goddamn horny and in love to question this, and he just responded by increasing his thrusts as well as his volume. 

“Ah, for the loves of Odins, Toki I’ms gonna-” he punctuated with a shout, feeling Toki tighten around him. 

After a long moment of blissful euphoria for both of them, Toki collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily and sneaking a few affectionate kisses along his neck. 

“So ams guessings you not mads anymore?” Skwisgaar snickered, running his fingers through Toki’s now tangled, sexily-ruffled hair. 

Toki giggled and playfully gave Skwisgaar’s big red nose, which surprisingly hadn’t fallen off at all during their vigorous lovemaking, a few more squeezes, filling the small room with obnoxiously loud honking noises. 

“Nah, buts if you does something like dis every time I gets mad at yous then I gonnas make sure to be angry evens more oftens.” Toki chuckled, snuggling up to Skwisgaar’s now cum and sweat stained clown costume. 

Skwisgaar sighed, equal parts hopelessly exasperated and desperately fond. 

“Wells enjoys it while yous cans you dildo, dis ams not likelys to ever, ever happens again,” Skwisgaar said firmly. 

Toki grinned mischievously and lifted himself up.

“I thinks Toki cans change yous mind abouts dat,” he declared proudly, slipping out of bed to walk over to his nearby work desk. He leaned over it enticingly, ass up, giving Skwisgaar the most pornographic come-hither look the Swede had ever seen. 

“Comes over heres and let’s me convince yous,” Toki murmured suggestively, giving his cute butt a little shake. 

And that night was the first of many that the halls of Mordhaus were filled with the echos of passionate Scandinavian honking and lovemaking. 

——————

I don’t think Hjönk actually translates to anything but god I love that word LOL 

Also, sorry for any weird mistakes I didn’t catch! I’ll edit it and maybe add some extra stuff soon and then post it on ao3 :D

[allimariexf]

(Arrow 7x15 thoughts) Olicity: the team within the team (always)

I wanna apologize because MY BODY CANNOT HOLD ALL THESE EMOTIONS and I’m a mess so I”m sorry for whatever happens here

SO. MUCH. OLICITY. I had forgotten it could be like this. WHY did they withhold for so much of the season and then give us so much Olicity in a single ep? (never mind don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?)

“I want this partnership to be done right and to be legitimate from the beginning for our baby.” OUR BABY. and then HIS FACE!!! He’s trying to be all serious but he cannot stop that smile of happiness that’s taking over his face because he is so happy omggggg!!!!!!

subtle harp-like Olicity theme in the background is almost literally MY HEARTSTRINGS BEING PLAYED 

OH GOD THEY BRING IN “BELIEF” AND I AM DEAD HOW DARE THEY: “If you believe that this is what’s best for the city and what is ultimately best for our family, then I agree. Because we’re a team too.” and then: “Always.”

HOW DARE THEY HOW DARE HOW DARE HOW DARE THEY

CALL BACK TO EVERYTHING THEY HAVE EVER SAID TO EACH OTHER ABOUT BELIEVING IN EACH OTHER

AND ABOUT THEIR PARTNERSHIP

AND “ALWAYS”

the way she walks toward him and takes him by the lapels 😭 such a Felicity move

HIS FACE WHEN SHE DOES IT 😍 ohhhhh I have missed Oliver’s heart eyes and those are HEART EYES IN FULL FORCE

but most of all THE WAY HE IS GAZING AT HER WHEN HE SAYS “ALWAYS,” and HIS VOICE HOLY SHIT that’s a different voice from anything we’ve ever heard 

(now if only he had hair and if only he would take off that DAMN COAT like that coat is like a third wheel at this point geez it’s honestly like a built in cockblock, in fact maybe he wears it all the time because otherwise they’d never stop getting it on? Hmm new headcanon maybe 🤔)

ughhhhhh and then the kiss after the “always” MY HEART I AM DEAD

“...that we don’t tell anybody about what’s happening in here”

UM Felicity is adorable here okay??? “in here” omggg

and more importantly OLIVER CLEARLY THINKS SO TOO 😍😍😍 his eyes and smile OH GOD

and then the second kiss!!! like 

I love the adorable married going-in-for-multiple-kisses thing and 

the way she smiles going into that second kiss and then 

they just LINGER THERE like Olicity really knows how to LINGER like the 3x01 first kiss and the 3x20 goodbye kiss and now we have this, the 7x15 “better future” kiss and they just LINGER with their lips together on that thought and she breathes him in and IT’S JUST SO BEAUTIFUL someone needs to come put me back together please 😭

I am destroyed and resurrected (repeatedly) under the cut...

“...so about that tartine...”

HOW ADORABLE IS IT the way his face shifts into that smile and you just know that he has been doting on her SO MUCH and he LOVES IT HE LOVES COOKING FOR HIS WIFE AND BABY like honestly YOU KNOW IT’S HIS #1 PLEASURE IN LIFE NOW NO CONTEST

“Have I told you lately how smart you are?”

OKAY first off having Oliver actually talk to Felicity about Arrow stuff??? FUCKING FINALLY OKAY. This is the dynamic Olicity was BUILT ON and MY SOUL HAS BEEN PARCHED FOR IT. Felicity is Oliver’s #1 partner. BLESS THIS EPISODE FOR REMEMBERING THAT. FOR SHOW US THEIR PARTNERSHIP, which honestly the entire SHOW is built on.

okay and HIS FACE before he says the thing, when he’s just thinking to himself about how smart she is and how much he admires and respects her and needs her as his partner?????? It’s the perfect Olicity mix of LOVE, ADMIRATION, and RESPECT??? THAT IS WHY I LOVE OLICITY. RIGHT THERE. 

and then the way he GAZES AT HER WITH PERFECT HEART EYES after she says she “never gets tired of hearing it” because HE IS SO SMITTEN WITH HIS WIFE/PARTNER/LOVE OF HIS LIFE 😍😍😍

UGH and then his reaction to “I want mint chip” like THEY ARE SO IN SYNC he gets her 100% completely he understands and he’s 100% there for her and UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH someone stick a fork in me

because it’s THE PERFECT TRANSITION from Team Arrow to Olicity, just a seamless blend of the work and the relationship because BOTH is who they are I don’t think I will ever be over that moment ughhhhhh

“You guys go ahead, I ate something that’s not gonna mix well with alcohol.”

UM OKAY callback to the 3x01 first date or coincidence? (“The alcohol is not going to mix well with the 3 Benzos I took”) I think I’m gonna go with DELIBERATE CALLBACK.

THE WINKING OMG. LITERALLY THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN? MAYBE.

also Oliver looks SUPER hot in that moment, whooooboy. THAT LOOK IS 🔥🔥🔥

“I think you look exactly the same.”

EXCUSE ME BUT am I the only one who is reading wayyy into this just like, the way he says it, her smile?? It’s like a reminder of all they’ve been through together, how much they’ve grown and changed (and also yes hello callback to the season 7 Felicity arc) and yet she is still Felicity, they are still Oliver and Felicity, and like...........?????? EXCUSE ME AGAIN 😭😭😭

and then he sits down on the bed and they’re just talking on their bed like THANK YOU I NEEDED THIS IN MY SOUL

“I may have thought of a name for a girl...Mia.”

Letting us see him looking into her eyes, a little uncertain, being vulnerable with her...I AM ALIVE!

Because he knows she’s going to pick up on the fact that it’s in honor of his mother

AND MOIRA!!! JUST 

we know how important she was to Oliver, but also how complicated, how it ties in with his confused feelings for his family and his legacy, but also his deep love for his family and just how important family is to him, but it also involves this awareness of how Moira figured into Oliver and Felicity’s history, how without her having done what she did they never would have met, and his awareness and resulting hesitation because he knows Felicity didn’t get along with Moira, and THEN AND THEN her acceptance ( “I love it” ) just confirms THIS ONE ESSENTIAL FACT ABOUT OLIVER and about ARROW ITSELF: that no one is perfect, we all have our faults, but there’s love anyway: “Family is precious, and that it’s LOVE, IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING, THAT MAKES IT PRECIOUS.” 😭😭😭😭 I AM DEAD AGAIN because it’s everything y’all I don’t even have words right now

and his smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiile 😭😭😭

“Regardless of whether we have a boy or a girl, I just want to make sure that she or he ends up growing up in a better and safer Star City than I did.” / “Yeah.” / “I want that for both of our children. They’ll always have each other to lean on.” “And they’ll always have us.”

THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS FOR THIS ENTIRE CONVERSATION

and she strokes his face

and HE HOLDS HER GAZE FOR SO LONG after he says “both of our children” what are these teeeears!?!? 😭

(and we’re going to ignore the clearly ominous overtones because fuck that)

look at them just staring into each other’s eyes holding hands A FAMILY 💗💗💗💗💗💗

The BUNKER 

OLICITY IN THE BUNKER ALONE TOGETHER BECAUSE THEY ARE THE TEAM WITHIN THE TEAM, THE BEATING HEART OF TEAM ARROW 

AND THEN JOHN JOINS THEM to complete OTA, the core, the TRUE, perfect, COMPLETE Team Arrow and it is perfect! 

and then when Dinah and Rene show up, Oliver says: “We found a lead. Well, Felicity found a lead.” THANK YOU THANK YOU WRITERS THANK YOU I will always be grateful for every acknowledgement that Felicity is essential to Team Arrow - essential - and having it come from Oliver’s mouth is OF COURSE The Best.

OTA: FUCK. YES. “So what don’t I know about?” / “We’re having a baby.”

OLIVER’S FACE when he wants to tell John about the baby!! HE CANNOT KEEP THAT SMILE OFF HIS FACE 💗 it’s possible my life is complete UGH HE IS SO HAPPY HE CANNOT CONTAIN IT 😭

And when she says “we’re having a baby” HIS FACE actually BOTH OF THEIR FACES y’all I AM ALIVE the way they are both standing their TRYING TO CONTAIN THEIR HAPPINESS????

and they both say “Yeah” and their EYES??? 😍

but like @it-was-a-red-heeler said he’s making the 3x01 face and OH GOD WHAT A PERFECT COMPLETE CIRCLE 😭😭😭

JUST LOOK AT THEM STANDING THERE TELLING THEIR BEST FRIEND THAT THEY ARE HAVING A BABY

John, who said, “And when you meet the right person, you'll be ready for her,” who said “I think our Miss Smoak is smitten,” who said “I think you didn’t have a problem with Felicity’s performance until she met Barry Allen,” who said “not like us” regarding Oliver’s inability to express his emotions, who said “I know it must be difficult for you, seeing them together,” who said “Why don’t I, uh, give you two a second?,” who said “Maybe Felicity will change all that” and “you love her, you even told her so,” who said “You need her to be anyplace where Ray Palmer isn’t” and “You’re in the field without your head on straight” and “If that were true, you’d be with her, man” and “This thing with you and Palmer is messing with his head” and “You gotta tell her how you feel before it’s too late,” and (skipping way ahead), “I’m not the one she was going to marry,” and “I’m the guy who’s been trying to keep you two together,” so like EXCUSE ME BUT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 OKAY?

Delicity: “Morning sickness or not, Felicity, you have not missed a beat. You were absolutely amazing out there, your tech was phenomenal.”

It’s a little clunky but if this is the final ironing out of all their issues, I’ll accept it. (I’m easy.)

I AM HERE FOR ALL THE ADMIRATION AND RESPECT FOR FELICITY SMOAK (in her hero/genius/badass capacity).

I ESPECIALLY AM HERE FOR the acknowledgement that she can be both a pregnant woman and a hero/badass/vigilante. (And I am going to take that as assurance that they WILL NOT FORGET THIS FACT.)

also blahblahblah foreshadowing.

Overwatch/ Team Arrow

first off: OVERWATCH!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK. YES. My show is back.

second of all: Every time Oliver touches his comm and says “Overwatch” it’s like a virtual orgasm and we were coming all.night.long. friends 😂 I mean there were like 4 times, right?? OH GOD YESSSSSSSSS

but I am SO SERIOUS: Team in the field and Overwatch on the comms IS ARROW and I have missed it soooooo much and now I LIVE!

and yes the SCPD scenes were all freaking HILARIOUS especially Felicity’s reaction to the tech + her “loopholes” + Oliver and Felicity doing a side mission on their own 😍😍😍 (we will not comment on the ridiculousness of the random boiling hydrochloric acid nor the fact that they clearly would have known that evidence gathered in such a manner would be inadmissible)

meanwhile I loved Felicity’s line in the Master Chef scene: “This partnership’s not going to work if she forgets who she’s hired.” PERFECTION. HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD. EXACTLY. THANK YOU.

Other stuff

Am I the only one getting excited because it feels like only a matter of time before we completely shed NTA? They just feel sooo unnecessary at this point (I mean they always did but now they just seem like even an inconvenience to the writers)

I truly COULD. NOT. CARE. LESS. about Dinah’s storyline. Like, I’m sorry. I like Juliana. But they’ve never made me love Dinah, as much as I wanted to, and then after s6 honestly she is the member of NTA that I disliked the most, and I have always fucking hated that stupid Canary Cry (again, I much preferred Sara as the Canary, how badass she was as a fighter and the Cry was just an added bonus, and it wasn’t nearly as ridiculous as it later became with Laurel and then Dinah. UGH. At least that’s gone.) The one thing I appreciated about this storyline was the conclusion that the Cry is not an essential part of the Canary. DUH.

Ben Turner’s kid as Connor Hawke: I called it like one minute before the reveal lol. I like it, though I kinda wanted more Ben Turner, and this makes me think he’s gonna die :(

Flash Forwards/William and Mia: yessssssss 💗💗💗

though I still think there’s more on that micro-cassette. The missed messages from Oliver and Felicity. More clues from future Felicity. Meanwhile hearing Felicity’s message to her children just DESTROYS 😭😭😭😭😭

THE PROMO OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I AM NOT READY

Um I think that’s all the freakout I can fit in one post. I’m a mess. Someone needs to pick my pieces up off the floor and put me together again, please. 

[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars      Episode 2

         Rising Malevolence

 Starting off I really like the title which implies things are going to get a little heated

  Title scene sequence still the same

   Nice

   Ok this time’s quote is a little bullshit

  Belief is not the matter of choice          But conviction

   Conviction is literally how much energy      you put into a choice 

   Little worried considering last episode’s good quote     left with an okay episode

   Okay, whoa, whoa, got a lot of things, at once

   Firstly, Ahsoka  

   Her face looks lumpy?

   The narrator...sounds kinda - bored

    Lot of things happening at once

                         Not really tied together

                       It’s-

                    Someone’s really                            abusing                       the jump cut

                   It literally gave me nausea looking at it

                      Not cool                           dude

   Then again    I guess they’re going for        Fast thrown together war footage

   But seriously       chill dude      On the jump      cuts

  And     nothing   seems    to     match   up

 If      I   can   actually    remember   what     happened       from   this   jump   cutted   mess     I   would   make     a   joke   about   the     off     piece            /    paced      sync        Up     But     for       the     sake       of     me       I        can’t    (And     I’m      Not      Back       rewatching)

(I     Tried...)

 Oh   here’s    one;    Growing     Fear          The   enablers      Just   Standing   around    Mate,         I   don’t   give      a   shit   about   them    (And   those     words   don’t   match)

The       Pictures

Still    recovering...    from    seasickness

So   excuse   my   scrawl     not   being    on   point

            I’m sorry, I was sea sick           Something about menace  

              Not happening again  

           Fear  

            Of the thing they enabled 

         I have, no idea, what is going on.          And I’m too afraid, of the editors, to go back

     Whatever, things are - moving -forward

     ‘parently

     Red sun like planet

      Ships heading towards it

      Little stabilized

     Person

    Plo Koon           Standing         In Front

    Oh good         We get to       see what the other enablers are up to

    That’s nice

    Would be thrilled

    If the jump cut abuse         Hadn’t left me           In a state of not being willing       to handle the enablers-

   We’re not jumping straight into that     Right?            Like,        this            is          a       quick         photo       shot?

   Okay never mind we are

   Fuck me up episode

Someone-  

 Realizes-    

Tracking-       That’s not so bad

 Hahaha

 Okay, giant ship in front of the Sun, Why!!?

 I am no longer hung over

 I’m good

What the frick?

 It looks like a shark

 It looks deadly       what the heck    is going on?

   Why is the boss music playing?

   I mean it’s thematically appropriate and more than we got in the last episode

    Just wasn’t expecting music

         Or Obvious Villain

        Before I think about it too much

        Detail

       “Oh my Red!”

        That is a lotta Red.

       I don’t think you could get much Red

   “We are tracking republic cruisers”

    Okay wait, We were on Plo’s     ship

     Now we’re on Dooku’s

 “Ships in the area...

  I’m assuming they’re going to      intersect

  And is Dooku -       Is Grievous  Dooku’s apprentice?          I guess that would make sense         Given           That last episode             We learned                  Of Yoda’s and Dooku’s              Connection            Learning            more about the villain isn’t such a          bad idea

       No more jump cuts please though

       “-Do”

      “Jam their transmissions,”

       Alright, straight to the evil      no hesitation           Possibly ending in murder?               What? It says ‘Rising Malevolence’!?               Murder would do that!

       The Fleet is holding it’s position sir

      Why?

     “I think it’s wise to report our position before we attack,”

      Good plan

      ‘Skywalker’s fleet is nearby’

      A teenager, you’re trusting this to a teenager?

       I mean they have to obey orders          You’re trusting a teenager that Obi-Wan order programmed?         A less developed version of Obi wan?          I know Yoda has a seat at the head of the garbage fire council

       But Obi-Wan has a seat there for a reason

       - note I’m pretty sure this is true for all continuities             so I’m not calling out movie Obi-Wan specifically  

           All of his continuities                 Garbage fire

            Which doesn’t have to be a bad thing...

             Logic sin

            “Perhaps he can reinforce us,”

             Teenagers can’t reinforce shit

             But they can pick you up

              Like a taxi service

            “ From what I hear Skywalker’s always looking for a fight,”                      Great, Obi wan ordered him to give only aggressive answers and self destructive orders                                    /answers

               Kid’s going to get killed                    If any adult sets their mind to it

               * Which seeing as you set him to ‘attack attack attack’

  Well, someone to be preparing his gravestone

              Good job, Obi wan                  Dumpster fire

              I do not regret it

             “So I’ve heard,”

               And enabled!

               Trash Fire Council, everyone

               “~~~~, Master Ploon,”

              “~~~~, Ahsoka,”

              Oh they share a language 

               Interesting

            “how’s the hunt for the mystery weapon going?”

              They actually tell him things?                    Instead of just yelling orders at him?

              Also, so that’s what they were doing

I     was   spinning

            “We’ve tracked it to the outer Greknow (excuse spelling) system,”

               “I need reinforcements”

               Wait, need?

               Earlier, it was a “ it would be nice,”

               Now you need the teenager to hold your hand while you confront the other adult in your stupid war?

               “ I have to ask the council Mr. plo I was given strict orders,”

                 Translation; I need to ask Obi-Wan                                  Also; this, this is how you write teenagers

              A little bit too much energy

              But this is how one would react

               If confronted with an order and ordered to give that response

               Good job, writers, you used your experience ( and knowledge) as a human being, to create a realistic human being

                Get a cookie for that

                Carry on

              Breaking up

              Signal jammed

          Oh yeah clearly shows that Ahsoka is asking “what’s wrong?”                Immediately move out the general area     also is someone not monitoring interference?          Shouldn’t alarms be going off?

   “ what’s wrong with the transmission,”

     A) you’re the leader you should figure that out

    B) asking a in superior isn’t going to help

       - if it’s their chosen thing then just let them do it without          leaning on them

   Nothing ever got better from micromanage

  “There’s too much interference, sir”

  Run

  We’ve lost them

  “You heard Master Ploon, he needs her support, we need to go help him,”

       Good job writers, that is how a teenager would react, you even got the stunted - robotlike speech down - and energy level

       Another cookie for you

      “We’ve got to go help him,”

       A bit of energy there but still good

     “We have to see what the Council says first,”

      Anakin, Perfect, 10/10, you know how to write children,            Perfect monotone

Fantastic     Job   writers

  *And          Actors

            The logic was pretty sound to

              “This is an important meeting, Ahsoka”

              Perfect

 I’ll   stop   gushing   about     that

         “Speak only when spoken to,”

          Perfect

        “Don’t I always”

         Okay,            little noticeable breach               there

         Little             too            much            energy                       Children               Don’t               Have            Person               alities-                Still           Developing-

        Nor          Attitude

       This       mystery        weapon            has            Strucken                a         dozen        systems             And     disappeared       without           a         trace,”

      That           Sounds         Really             Severe

      Only             Wish            I’d             Know             What              It            Does

      We       cannot       afford            to        lose        any       more       ships       my     phone

   “Oh,”

   How -         One           Of       you         had          to      order       him

    The          Chancellor         must       not       of     been     there

 “The    Enemy       ship       is   closing”

 Well      it      makes   sense    that    they   aren’t       running

  As   contacting    others     with     their   location     and   getting   reinforcements      was   something        that        they     were     supposed       to      do     and    ‘would      be         nice’      respectively

  And         they     did     both

    * Technically

   “General Greivous,”           Oh so now we get to learn of the relationship         Or what Dooku claims it to be

    “This will be            a suitable test              for        our new weapon,”

          Oh, or that

         They             have              the           weapon

       Interesting

       Also             a             great           excuse            to          show             Plo          Koon        suddenly         getting            his           shit         recked

   “Yes        My         lord,”

   [Oh       wait       now         I    remember        he’s       Ventress’s       master

   General            Term             Is            Lord]

      Does             he        have           a        button?

     “A       large        energy      reading       from        the      target,         sir,”

  Run!

 “Open       Fire,”

  Then       Get       Out          Of       Range

  “Fire!”

 “Brace       For      Impact!”

  Wait         You had Three whole ships   and you decide to clump them all together            Approaching from the same direction               Towards a giant space hole?                  You...               You got what you deserved

      “We’re losing all our power,”

      No duh         Space wave          * Shock wave

  Energy field , defenseless

      No duh

   “ Their shields are down         Full cannons,”                “they’re tearing us apart, one by one”

     Uh, Space                         pods?

         “[Ship explodes]

           Well I hope they got to the escape pod

           Quickly, into the pods!

         [ Plo being Captain Obvious]

        Well one fricker hit debris and exploded

       Really stable pods

      Well shit               It was just a ship        At least everyone      who wasn’t an idiot       is alive

   “ that was a successful test wouldn’t you say, Count?,”

   That’s        surprisingly normal given the side is supposed to be the  overinvolved                                                                                                    negative

      I’m surprise he isn’t abusing his in superiors by now

      Then again his ‘abuse’ style, based on name, is tech   

       Which isn’t an abuse style  

       Or negative thing

       “Maul”

        Is either a weapon or to chew something         savagely

     Sidious           Is        just        this     version’s     Absolute      evil   (Human,   Sentient   version)

Dooku      .....     I         have    no   idea

He’s   clearly   meant      to      be   conflict       in   general       But       The      Name       ....       I   have     no   idea

Sorry   went      on     a   name   rant

    “ I       want           all           of      those        life       pods        destroyed,”

   Brutal

   What       was           the        deal        with         the       sound     Greivous        was      making?            And         why           is        that       droid      laughing?

     We’ve         had         no       further       contact         with       General           Plo                Koon 

     And        nobody         is     panicking

    Then    everyone         else         is      enablers         so         I’m        not     surprised

    They       knew       what         they            were   getting      into     with     this    stupid    war

 “The   absence     of   distress   beacons        indicates      that      his     fleet     was,”

 Destroyed       killed

   Also     there’s       no      beacon         or      way         to      signal      for       help      in     those   light     pods   

The         Galaxy’s    huge

“-was”  A   bit   too   much   hesitation     there

           I’ll                accept              a            slight              bit             that             Anakin                was          ordered              not               to                talk            about                   death               in             front                   of              Ahsoka

         But              a             bit             too           much          emotion

         & personality

       And it isn’t overrided by one of his elders,            Obi wan specifically

       Or Understood by          the others

      We’re about to     launch a    rescue     mission

  Hasn’t clone intelligence reported this weapon     never leaves any survivors?

   But not that they had a giant stab wound through the   chest?

 Enablers, man

 Again, children don’t care about them

   They haven’t even developed a personality

   Nevermind the ability to form and remember      healthy preferred relationships

     With individuals

     Of their own age group

     When they’re Adults

      This ‘everyone’s afraid to say ‘die’ in front of Ahsoka Is bullshit

      Even      the              expression           doesn’t             feel             natural

       They are tidy they don’t want any witnesses

         See, that’s even acknowledging that they know some foul play is about

     ‘They’ is not the weapon

     It’s a person 

    “ these losses are tragic,”

      Not enough to stop the stupid war and             stop enabling

        What great friends      Plo Koon has      

      “ prevent more, we must,”

        You aren’t doing   shit

       Capsule

The Music      just      give       me       the     feeling       that      they’re      sitting      around     playing      cards

  “The power grid is burned out”

   Okay and that took out this whole life pod   functionality?

    Like are these not for emergencies?

   Shouldn’t have multiple backup power sources?

    Or some rudimentary fuel  

     Also, the force,

      Like with it you can exactly   have any moments of tension

       Like   normal humans

        Like            if you want to get out of the situation     there’s like 10 options

   Humans are space orcs

   Like just use the force to       paddle to safety

   Or power the ships

    This is   definitely   not as bad as a situation   as they’re going to make it out to be

 “Life support recharge.”

  Well good thing none of you is dying

   Oh did they mean     oxygen recycling?

   My bad

 So we’ll just sit here

   And hold our breath

  Snarking doesn’t really help it

  “someone will come looking for us, right?”

  Generally speaking, yes

  You clearly sent out    communications

  And abided by all the   rules        But you signed up with the enabler’s United Toxic Foundation, while everyone did sign up for a basic war - Palpatine’s things that one kid in the E for for everyone Minecraft let’s play role-play that insists everyone be allowed to swear

Like yeah everyone agreed not to do that       But you still don’t kick him

And the second you avoid accountability   things were on rocky basis

  You can kick him to a higher level of accountability

     (Or lower)

   But not accountability

   I don’t think that’s coming back from levels this   tox

 And     Everyone knew      it

   Including      this      guy

  “ let’s get the power restored     , so we’re here to be found”

    REASSURING

    Also if you could do them   why were you wasting time?

I know the address they’re assholes who don’t care about their own        life

But still dude

 Logic sin

  [not storytelling]

 Holding a bit too long on his face   for a jump cut

Ships

“ All our battle convoys will be sent to guard our   supply lines,”

 Meanwhile them selling them out

 Including yours   Skywalker

  Nice friends      you have there,       Plo Koon

 “i’m sorry we can’t risk any more ships with the rescue mission”

 Any more

   Meaning you sent some

   “wait just because there hasn’t been any survivors...”

    Dude

   Bit too animated

   Like holding on the thin string of     orders

  And      still it should be                                stunted

Even     under the order of                                         ‘feel sad’       their eyes would still be moving around like they don’t know what                                        they’re doing

“ doesn’t mean they won’t be any this time,”

  Animation...a little choppy

 Like beforehand the stiff moment really worked with the fact that they were children

        That I thought it was   intentional

  This little awkward bit of moment   doesn’t

 Maybe it’s the     overall movement of an of Ashoka as a   character

   It doesn’t work

  “ boldly spoken for one so young,”

    And almost unrealistically     so

    If not for the string of   orders

  I could possibly be reasoned by   Plo    issuing an overriding effect

 Assuming he was her first     and longest caretaker

  His order    if I’m in danger do this      Might still be   in system

But    it   wouldn’t   cause     an   outburst     like     that

  Not     that     loud

  Or   emotional        at    least

 Just     monotonously      Repeat         ing          the      line

 Which   would    still    get    the   same   reaction

Working          better       with          the       military        child      soldier      theme

  “ Yes she is learning from Anakin,”

      They’re child soldiers

          They’re both still operating under your    orders

 Anakin likely taking her up under   your orders

[If Common sense is      to be       believed]

   If anything ‘she sounds like   Plo Koon,’ would be a better   option and highlight the   his-tory, they have   together as well as makes sense why   she would be   sent 

 “ Excuse my Padawan,”

  Excuse that     bullshit

    [I have a thing against        un child like          behavior]

   “ I will deploy as   instructed     master,”

  Ahsoka      [turns her back and     leaves]

   I swear     if this leads   into a fight

And     one     with     them          not    talking             like         robots

Are   emoting

I’m    calling     bullshit

  If they’re not just repeating orders at each other

“Ahsoka,”

    How long do you think Anakin heard that tone of   voice?

    [Because he’s not doing it on his own]

  Little more     disappointed computer    needed   Too much   vitriol         But     Still     valid

  “if   anyone   could   survive,”

Stunted     tone     good

  Few    jumps     in   logic

And   conclusions      that     don’t     think     they   could’ve    ordered

 But   overall   serviceable

 “I don’t   understand,”

 “what you don’t   understand,”

Well there are remarkedly   a few bumps here and   there,     This does play out     The way two   assumed authority   kids     would    play out

 Good job writers,   actors   and   animators,     you     did     a   good   job

  “....Jedi protocol,”

   Know your place       My Padawan

   “Know your place,”

    Too          much         Energy

   “Admiral,”

     Anakin  

      Has too           much energy  

      And perso          -nality

      Never    mind             it’s fine

        “ isn’t that              risky?”

           No, approaching/confronting an enemy from only one Direction when you know they have an unpredictable weapon, is risky

                And stupid

                This is a patrol                and as such                   it’s a relatively good move

           “ The mystery weapon out there,”

            No, Plo Koon       wouldn’t have found himself             in that situation         had he done this

     Also are you mouthing off       to      a superior

   Fair       enough          you’re             older            and            have          nothing             to            fear            from               a             child

          But       you              agreed             to              serve                  under              said                child

           Stop            breaking           immersion

     I       like       the      fact      that      they   immediately      show      that    Anakin‘s   superiors       are   abusive        to        him

 While    it’s     true   Anakin     broke     code       by   addressing   someone       of      lower        rank

  This    dude      is     lower    than     him   

(And       older)    And   still   gives   back   toxicity

(No ne    Reflect   ed)     Too

 “It might be,”

 “But I know you     won’t argue my orders,”

Wow,        Not a really good picture of    Obi-Wan    we’re painting

 He possibly   (very often)    compared   Skywalker     to his       in superiors    Derogatorily            Or   at least gave him     an order     to do   so

 Yikes!

 Come     on       Snips      

   Come on          [Pet name]

    Bit       too      much   personality

    But     Still     managed      a     lot

“The      air         in      here            is   getting          a         bit          stale,”

    Then        stop         using           it             up

       And           focus              on             fixing

       “Don’t           look             at             me                it’s             Boost               sir,”

             Tox

*also       no one keeps a plant      on them?

    “He only takes a bath when    he’s        on      leave,”

   Dude seriously not cool   throwing someone under the bus     like that

      “ save it work on fixing the   pod,”

   Yeah you’re running out of air    and this seems to be the only dude that doesn’t wanna die

   “ Not your jokes,”

  They’re toxic anyway

So the air quality isn’t getting much   better

“ Do you think we’ve got a chance,            General?”

You have several   chances  

You have a   Jedi     on board

You could      doggy       paddle      to     the   nearest   station

“I know if we walk together we will stay alive,”

 No, you’ll run out oyour oxygen, and die

Also the rest of you are doing       nothing

Lay down      And save some oxygen

If you’re not going to be   helpful

Someone will find us

  Yeah, God

Or, in this case, hell

   If you believe in      that sort of thing

         And                Not          secure       nothingness

“ With      all      due respect,”

Strategically        it   doesn’t     make     sense       for   someone          to      come       look        for        us

  Yeah     you’re       all     enablers       no        one      has        more   inherent     worth      than      the     other

   If I was in command I’d be hunting that weapon down

 Humans are more important than weapons

    Our decisions decide       whether our time together          Will be pleasant          Or        non-       pleasant

 I value your life 

   Involved in this war that will likely take it

   “-more than finding that weapon”

As   noted   that’s       a   valid   thing

But   doesn’t    have    much      value       in       an    enabling         war       and         a         poisoned    generation

   “Sir,      there’s        another       pod           out        there,”

    No      duh

   You    launched      from      the     same     place

  The            only        people     dead       are       the      ones         that       ran       into       that      debris

   And   exploded         On    contact

 There     was         a       gulf      of     flame

 Likely     from      the     impact       of      the      ship

  But     no   indication     that   anyone      else          died

 (Not       like      he   could’ve     just   willed      them     out      of     the     way     with     the   force        Or     not   splurged      on        the   exploding   escape    pods)

 “If only if we had power we could contact them,”

  Again you should be working on that

 Also what would that do?

 You’re both

 ‘helpless’

   In the    pods    how   about      we just wave   Hello   when the viewfinder   comes back around?

Because that implies it will   rotate

 *Waves hand*          See?

  Completely      preventable

   Can     get out of this situation     at any time

   How?

  Like that glass is supposed to be   surprisingly strong

  Like plastic

I’m calling   bullshit

“They’re dead,”

One-hand    that extremely sucks        (The loss of life is a     terrible       thing)     Then again     completely     preventable

“ Someone         busted their pod       wide open,”

    Oh,         that’s clever         writers

      But      that looks shattered        from the impact

     That glass       is some           weird            stuff

       Really           I’m           just        sinning            the           fact               that           they         would          have         glass       anywhere           on            this      supposed           to          be         very       durable        space        pod

     Like        that   ��    shit’s             a      safety         risk    regardless       of   where         it      is

 Time      to ravage their ship for any supplies  

  What, they’re dead?

They       won’t      be     using       it

  And         this         is   supposed       to       be        a      ‘life        or         death     simulation,’!

  “ We’re        not         alone        out            here!”

   Really?!

   Also       this        is      why         it’s         a      good       idea       to      get       down,    fix        the           ship       And     Get     Out

  (Why      you    even      have      a     window      when   cameras    would   suffice         ...)

 “ Set those coordinates,           R2,”

    Cool

  “ I should tell you why       I spoke up    before,”

    That     would      be     nice

But     if it’s Overinvolvement of Plo Koon       in your          upbringing

    A few things should be         more   obvious

    “You don’t have to explain,”

      Anakin        was taught not to question                                         things

       Including dedication to            previous scouts

    Oh, the deadpan

Ahsoka             is having a bit too much   reaction

But ot’s justified    in      confusing          orders

   Good start

 Oooh 

 That’s      a lot of Ships

   Nice music

   Very uppity

   With a sense of     authority

    Our ships    are in defensive formation          sir

 “Oh Obi-wan,”

 “Alright commander     I’ll check on Anakin’s progress,”

  ASSUMED  A U T    HORITY!

 “Admiral,”

 You’re not     supposed to be here

 “How       goes        escort,”

He looks    terrified      of him

  Convoys     Are     preceding on schedule general

The   fact    he’s   used    to     answering     to   him    says   something

“No          sign of enemy                           activity,”

Liar

 “and      where’s        Skywalker,”

    Susp.ic

     “The         general felt the redeployment of this fleet would increase our defensive perimeter,”

        Dude’s            really on his case on respecting the            Council’s orders

       “I see        thank you            Admiral       that will be all,”

    Nice       chat

  Problem         Sir

“Anakin     has       just   redeployed    himself,”

  How        is     that     sus?

  Didn’t          You       Give           Him        Orders?

   Someone had to have given him some orders       that got missconstrued

    Again

   Then    someone       else      gave      him    orders?!

Weird

Rt,     set up the     scanner

Mystery Weapons    

No Rt,   tune the scanner     for life forms     Highest sensitivity

Interesting    Anakin was given more   orders      To value human   life          over objects/      The   Mission

Interesting enough   this could’ve been     what they referred to   as any more ships

As an      Anakin   and     Ahsoka    had   already    been   assigned

And   given   specific   orders   by someone   who spends more time with Anakin therefore has more authority   to ignore the other orders

My   moneys     on   the     chancellor

He’s    supposed   to be   grooming   Anakin

And     it makes sense     he could get away     with     a    “no other Jedi” order       without including       himself

Not to mention     get more time       with Anakin   to justify     the authority   override

I would   also   make     sense

Given   Obi-Wan’s    -bluff-?      (Whether      you   believe       he      did       or      did      not         know     about      the       order)           That        he          was     surprised         that       Anakin         wasn’t       responding          to           his         seniority*

 *Face   Value

“ Why   would     we      Scan     for   lifeforms      to     find      an   enemy   weapon?”

 Too     much        energy

Droids

“The Abogado system”

Too     much    amazement

   More    ‘statement’       needed

   Smirk

     Do you know normally I would        criticize this        but it has the perfect          half           assed         energy

      So           good job everyone involved         that took  skill

    “ so it’s fine when you don’t follow what the council      says,”

  Ooh       that’s a          miss

Doing   what    the   Jedi   Council   says   that’s   one  thing

 How     we     go   about      it,      that’s   another     thing

 That could possibly count for double   answers

  And does count for   misconstrued orders

Considering a lot of orders can be fit into a          lifetime

Some do contradict and mix   to form up     interesting   combinations

And results

“that’s what I’m trying to teach you   my young Padawan,”

Good   answer

“So   you   always   meant      to    come    out   here    for   survivors,”

Better      Read

“Live are in danger of     Ahsoka,”

“We just     can’t turn   our backs   on them,”

“That’s       what        I,”          No        good       try      that’s       too      much     emotion

   Tip         toeing        into   emotion   adult

  Watch it

   “ I know              But        the        way        you         said         it          was       wrong,”

     Now Anakin’s following

     Got to watch that        realistic tone

     It’s hard      not to write   emotional characters

   But it makes   the moments when they are   all the more sweeter

I’m really looking for that   ‘I realized my life was a lie’ moment

“We haven’t got much     time-”

  How?

“No           that’s not it-”

   Time for the   idiots!

     Well honestly the time with our Villains - enablers               - are just as       entertaining

it’s slow burn            But decently so

“We       don’t   want      to       make     things         worse,”

  “How      can       we        make     things     worse?”

 Death isn’t fun

“ When        you      ask       for      trouble,        you      should        not           be   surprised      when        it      finds        you,”

    OK      Boomer

    Who        has        never         helped          at         any          point             in          this        procedure              (And             is              the             big                g               est               enabler              of           anyone              here)                *Tox

“ I think trouble already found us, sir”

   Good job!

What if we connect these two     wires right here

It’s an     electrical   puzzle game

 I thought   something   was   actually   broken

“ I’m     getting        something,”

 Great

There are 14 minutes left

What goes wrong?

Despite     maybe a   fight

 Oof

 They managed to figure   it   out   quicker

Now we get to listen to someone dying

In       extreme      detail 

  “That signal is weak, it must be close by,”

    Uh, what?

     I think          he might’ve        misspoke

       What?!

      That’s            a         giant         Crane!

       I        don’t        know          what         to        expect

   But      that      was      not         it!

   Go          Get         ‘Um          Boys

    They’re        Normal         Droids

   “Pod—”

   “The       Droids          Are      Cutting      Behind        Us,”

Cutting.   through

   They      just      sat       by and watched as their friends die

  And we know    

Plo Koon can move   the   ship

Brutal

“ Things got a lot worse,”

 And you watched    it happen

 Soco       -paths

 “The Scanners are practically useless “

   How?!

   The Ship left

Shouldn’t the jamming signal   be gone too?

“ Got anything    on the emergency channel    R2?”

How   do you not?

Also   

please save those guys

Like they’re enablers

But I’m a fan of   accountability

Not       death

You   can’t   hold   dead     people      accountable

“ We   might    find   something    you   don’t   want    to   find,”

“ he’s     one      of     my   oldest   friends,”

 That      is     the   perfect    tone   good    job

-everyone

“It was Master Plo   Koon Who found me   and brought me to the temple   where I belonged,”

Oh yeah   that doesn’t   smell of indoctrination!

HaHaHa

(help!)

“ I think someone noticed     We’re gone,”

Too much Emotion!

“Anakin,      where      are     you,”

Conflicting     orders

 “ we are making a quick stop      in the Avogadro system,”

  On point

   “A rescue mission I suppose,”

   “You had other       orders, you know,”

    I don’t like that someone else is      ordering you around       And has   higher   authority       Then      Me

“ it   was    my   idea   Master   Obi-Wan,”     

Too    Much     Argh-

“ oh I’m sure,”

You’re both child soldiers    

but I’m going to blame the   oldest

Despite   all orders

“ Well, have you found any survivors?”

 “No,”

 That is an “order to be sad’    Eye flicker

Good job

“ all the more reason for you to join the defensive   escorts,”

Adding   pressure to break   authority

“You’re      Going       to     Miss   the       rendezvous      With       The      Fleet         If      You     Don’t     Hurry,”

    I     want   you     to      be      my    back      up      escape     not         Plo’s

“We’re      on     our       way,”

   So   whoever    gave    him    this   order   didn’t   give      him     an   order    that   would   contradict   joining      the   fleet   afterwards?

“ i’m sorry         Ahsoka,”

  Wait,     what?

  He’s   getting   over   written?

  By    that?

*Squeaking*

  “R2-ooie        Thinks              He’s          Got        Something              On             The           Emer           gency,”

      Please-          Stop          calling          him              R2-ooie

      “Can he trace it?”

        Hopefully

      “Let’s get going,”

        Too-

“ I think they see us,”

Wait,       what  “Uh       -oh,”

   There’s     another        pod         over        there

    The      droids        got            a         lot        less        cute

  “Dadada,”

  Ominous

     Also         the         droids         are            so           cute          for

    Genocidal            Manics

    “It        is        time        to         go,”

   “Go?”

  Yeah your boss has essentially been letting you die this entire time

   “Outside, to destroy the enemy,”

    Again, could’ve done that anytime

   “ I can withstand the pressure for a   brief time,”

      Oh, that’s the     excuse

      To be fair I don’t think humans can be   either

      Not without seriously draining...

      I will give him that   notion

    Not, however,  not moving the     ship

    To safety

In fact all of this is just       badassery Like he could’ve easily rescued those guys and stop the, from the safety of the inside of his pod and without wasting the probably be limited oxygen       By going outside

   But         enablers

    “ Put         your            helmets          on,”

       I’m        about               to suck               all the oxygen             out of this                 damn                     thing

                “If                       you                        say                       so                       sir,”

                  ‘I’m                    willing                        to                         die                         for                         this,”

                   That                       one                       sane                       guy’s                        like

                    “ This                           is                           a                             difficult                      situation,”

                       Y’all                             making                             it

“ There remains a possibility we will   survive,”

 Great!

That’s good enough for     me

Everyone besides that one dude is     down     for   death

Love   how   that   one   dude’s    just   staring    at   them

“Kick    their    ass,”

Also you waited till they were right on top of you

‘Wolf   keep   the   communication   signal   alive’

I mean is the oxygen on, is the   electricity?

Like you could do more than just     fight?

“It’s   our     only   chance   someone   will   find   us,”

Bull

“ Let’s just hope someone’s looking for us,”

This is enabling   hell

“ Are    we still   picking up   that   signal,”

“ but    why    aren’t     we     finding   anybody,”

 Are   you   following   the   signal?

“ I don’t know,”

I don’t know either

“ what’s           a       Jedi        doing       out     here?”

 Real question     what’s a random person   doing out here?

Like   are    these    droids   Plo Koon        fanboys?

*Shoves*

Weak

If is anyone out there,        This is Ahsoka Tano,”

Seriously, you weren’t trying the transmissions   before?

 Oh so those guys had blasters?

And can stick to the roof

But     those   other   two   just   got   blown   out

Didn’t   want     to   fight

Accepted     Death

“I can’t get a clear shot,”

How?

“ Time to put the squeeze on them,”

   What?

“ is there anyone out there?”

Dude not paying attention

 You had                    One Job

“ It’s Ahsoka,” Just press buttons

He can’t hear you   he’s outside in space

“ keep the signal   alive   commander,”

What-

He has   a point

Dude’s    been   slacking

 “Boost       the     reception”

“Argh,”  - - -

“We’re        Losing       The     Signal,”

He   just     threw      a   fricker

Seriously

 That’s all        it   took?

Death   seekers

“Uh-Oh”

 Karma

“ Sir,       we have lost contact with the     Pod hunter,”

 Only    one?

Also yeah, after multiple people died     Plo Koon     finally decide to do something

“ Perhaps some survivors are putting up a fight,”

Big leap 

 More likely your   robots      fell off    something

“ that is something we   cannot   allow,”

Cut        To the   Senate

Okay...

We must find a way to destroy     this mystery weapon

Don’t fly right into it

‘end this war,”

Not gonna   happen

“Dooku     always   seems,”

“Tell     me,!”

Oof

Looks    proper    creepy

“Master Plo       koon     Or         his    fleet,”

“No,   we must fear     the worse,”

After we did nothing to stop it

Go, enablers!

Survivors

On whose   authority?

“His own   I’m afraid”

Bullshit

Someone     gave him an      order

 ‘His own’     only means you don’t know      Or are lying

But I’m going with     face value   for   Obi-Wan

With       His   flight     out   of   position

You trusted a teenager with a fleet

This is your own fault

Oh never mind   his fleet is fine

So Windu     was complaining out of his ass

And his Padawan

so whoever gave the order is fine with him having his Padawan

Oh yeah that does leave   Yoda sus

Twice the trouble     they have become

You gave them the order!     Abusive     old man

A reckless decision,        skywalker          has         made

   Teenagers             can’t              make            decisions

         “ Let                   us               hope                it                is                 not                   a                 costly               one

   “Well general another fine mess we’ve got ourselves into”

   The tox level is getting pretty   high

“ your sense       of humor       is improving,”

   No his ability to be a dick     is

   Well technically it was always there

    He’s just really utilizing it

Right now

  Toxic bastard

“ I don’t mean to say I told you so,”

Dude even a slight bit of accountability is acceptable   around now

Also wouldn’t the com’s guy be more accurate?

Pretty sure     he was the one     trying to guide everyone   away from death

“ I never believed anyone would come looking for us,”

Enablers

“ Anakin, the council was furious”

I decided we couldn’t just give up on Master Plo Koon

Bullshit

“But     the council    feels,”

Please     listen to me     Anakin

Return       at   once

Okay here I’m a little conflicted

It could be literally anyone

“ Yes, Excellency,”

Nevermind

It is him

Good job   writers

“ we have         to        stay,”

Note I’m assuming the vision is a metaphor an action   order

         Because Visions     just no

         Too much emotion

          “Ahsoka,”

He   allows   her   to     do   this

“ sergeant why are you so certain no one is coming,”

Because they’re enablers

And he’s     particularly     negative

He’s       a     person   that’s     his   choice

(That       you’re     enabling)

He     still     toxic

“ We’re just clones,sir,”

That’s          a     good       excuse

 The past trauma doesn’t justify     creating present trauma

You’ll be     held       accountable         the       same

“ we’re meant to be expendable,”

Yeah,   doesn’t justify this bullshit

“ Not to me,”

Bullshit

You       were       

instrumental

In what occurred to     them

You enabled them

* This        Situation

 This      is       like      a       boomer     comforting         a     millennial     abuse       victim!

You       were       instrumental       in     what     happened       to     them

Point       being;          If       you    actually     cared     what       was       happening       you       would’ve       stopped     it       before     it       began!

Now       everyone’s     an       enabler

‘Light’,         assumed to be heroic     turns           into         actual       light

Okay, good

Was worried there. for         a second

Ready tow         cable

 Why wouldn’t -

Okay,       they’re moving him     towards the     door

Good        They        were          running        out       of       oxygen.                  Sometime                            There                       were                      no                       real                      stakes      

           “ Come on                     hurry!”

What’s the rush?

They’re fine

“ are you ok,     master Plo,”

All this work and build up      and he’s dead

“ there’s         someone          in           the        pod,”

That       poor           guy

Pretty       sure        he       was           the       one       who       least         wanted       to      die

“argh,       argh,”

Oh       now       there’s       health       problems

Now     that       they’ve         been       rescued

Was     talking      fine       just           a        few           minutes       ago

Sudden        medical     droid

When     both         Anakin         and           Ahsoka           should            know           how         to          do           first          aid

   Will          they          be          alright?

      Not               at                that                pace               they             won’t

And     with        that         acting 

 “The         pressure       suits       provide          some     protection”

   Some?            They              were       completely         fine           up           to            this        point

  “ but           they         require           a     medical       frigate,”

  Why....

 Did they bother...?

Bringing you?

   “I         will     stabilize      them        sir,”

  How?

             Pics                      or                         it                       didn’t                 happen

            “Your                     men                      are                      safe                    now,”

                Dude                        he’s                   sleeping

“were      there       any       survivors,”

IDK, Mister      I′m gonna.   sit-around       while-     people-      Die!

       Probably          would’ve                 killed               them                 himself

 This        was         his     favorite        unit

 Hahaha

*Fake         Guilt*

 After        he       caused           and           let           all           of          it       happen

‘Hunters’

    You          let           it     happen

    And          them

But      mostly         you

    Authority        -claimer

“ I’m           sorry,”

   Not        her         fault

   That.                This         Dude       Is                 An          Asshole

  So          Heading        to           the       big          battle

  Not.             A             word

*Plo’s      voice  

   *No             Plo*

Behind both of them??

Telling this story, why??

To a teenager??

Also       see        he’s fine

“ an ion cannon,”

Standing in front of it     surprisingly didn’t help

“An ion canon,”

 Some thing neither Plo                                                 nor                                                    the Jedi Academy apparently covered

“ neutralizing all power to our ships”

                  ‘Wow, if you knew all about it then why didn’t you make some.                           defenses to prevent from knocking you out’

                     ‘Shh, I’m sacrificing my men!’

                      “ Defenseless,”

                         ‘ yeah we obviously shouldn’t                                     alert the council            right now,’

“ massive vessel approaching,”

Run!

“ shut down the power systems,”

Okay,      Boomer

It’s not like we could contact the council

    While running!

“The droid”

R2-D2

Nearly         gets       everyone       killed

“Sorry       Little     guy,”

Don’t       get         down         or         anything

“ That’s           one            big          cruiser            crusher,”

     Yes            and          this              idiot             went           right            into            it!

*Intense       noises *

   Dude, they’re not going to see them

Yeah       it’s             big

“there’s still no signal from the pod- hunter,”

  That’s - repetitive

  Did you think it         would be 

   Like it’d           suddenly                come back online??

     This stupid quest for            someone else                  would end?

“Reactivate your scanners,”

   Turn it back off and       on           again

    “ We will find who is responsible,”

     Who could be no one

     Or left the system

“ hey what’s         with the lights,”

    “Power’s gone out,”

 Five minutes in         and already complaining

        Also shouldn’t you guys     be asleep

      After the cold vacuum of       space?!

 What did the robot         put you on??

“ Maybe the         ship has returned,”

   Now He’s          panting??

     Like dude,            didn’t even fight!

      We didn’t even            hear or see him get hurt                   at all

       (Only                squeezed!)

           What                 The-

Faker!

*Getting         Caught*.                 “You          are          too       weak,”

Suddenly           and       only       now

 Would           make           more             sense             for            one           of           the         soldier-

              For                      Him-

The             Injur-

Also         doctor,               Maybe                  help              him   To              The           Location,           Summon                   Some               One               Or         Bring          him              to                 Bed

“ Let             me           go           see       what       is     wrong,”

Close

  Uncomfortable                  close                  up                on           face

     Two           soldier            guys        Jump       Ing            Up             -            But            Like           -

 The...         Roles    should               Be                 Reversed

   You.      Should          Be        Him

    You.               Received                More          Damage...

  Anyway!

*Mischief          Music*

  Still             Looking                at         the              ship

While          their             Ship                Hurdles             (Dangerously)          Close               To             a            Star      “We’re            Picking            up            a                    faint               signal         from          a         droid,”

Seriously,        That            was            Five         minutes            ago

 That                  Long?

 Catches                 a                signal?

 Also,           yeah,          so         what?

“One             of             ours,             they’re             right             behind        us,”

 So?

“Move.                        Us                   Into             Attack         Position,”

 Dude,

  1 to 10

   Real              Quickly

  Like he doesn’t even know     anyone’s on there

The ship he’s about to shoot   resembles          A       Wreck

      And              Could         Very         Well               Be                  One

    With         Only         a        droid          On           It

      Like                 Dude            is          Just        Down           To          Blow              Stuff             Up !

     They’re         Coming             Back

      “Are            All           Systems...”

    AHHHHH!

  I paused      At the

  Exactly...

      Wrong

       Time

Five Nights       at Freddy’s         Bullshit

  Anyway,                     After        That        Bull-     terror-        Fuel

 Yeah       Shit’s       fuck     ed

“Is there       A Pro       Blem -s      -ir?”

  “You       for-”

  Seriously,

   That       Dude         Had         One       Use,        Not         Even         Why?

  Power       Back        On

  Which       You    should’ve        done      from       the   beginning!

You’re    smaller         And     faster  

 RUN!

 “Can               I          Be          of      Assistance?”

 NIGHTMARE              FUEL!

*Who-        ever         Tho     ught       This         Thing          Would          Be            Com         Fort            ing?!            !

    That             Is            My         Programming         Sir

    Ah!

“General           I         Don’t        Want       Any       Wit     ness        es,”

 How?

Your   ship      Is   so   big   And     Difficult       To    Maneuver

How?!

 Any     scout      ship   could     out     maneuver!

“En    -er       -gize,”

Still       It         Only       Points         One        Dire       -ction        And        Moves          Like             A           Barrel             Ing            Ox!

   “Program           the          Navi        computer,”

  You- “You             We turned        Off!”                    Forgot                    Him

                        Appreciated but                                Still too                                   Much                                       Sass

    Aww, nice

   He was        gentle

    “ ~~~         Droid,”

   I’m going           to assume       “You nearly               Fucked               Every          Thing             Up,”             Is           What               That            Means

       “ Target             range            almost              locked,               sir,”

         SWIRVE

         They’re                   Not               Gonna                Make                     It               If              They              Don’t            Move             Slightly                To                The              Left!

    “Program             a      Hyper-drive,”                   What?!!

     “Any where!”

       ???

     “Enemy          ship          target            ed          Gen             er              al,”

   Going         to            the       Prometheus       School            of       running         away          from           things

      (You           Can           Literally             See              The            Ed              ges)...

      Master...

       This              Was             Your              Plan

  Good job     *Turns)

  We’re        Clear

  Plo       Koon         Not      Sitting      Down

   “Errr”

  Possessive

    Like        How        Does             He             Know??

    Now         the       republic         will        learn         of        our        ion       cannon

             ???

            Then don’t-

      Like        a scout-

                     I just                              Don’t                         Think                         They                          Cared

                      Dooku                           Quiet

                      ‘Sidious                                Is                            going                                 To                              Beat                             Our                              Ass

                     “Your                           Failure                           is                           most                      unfortunate,”

   Correction;         *Yours

       “ I will              have              to            discuss               this               with              my                master,”

     “Rawr!”

     Get Back             To            Work’

        There’s                 That           Abuse                 Of              in superiors,              I was                    Looking              For

     ‘Roger,          Roger’

  *Grievous            Head       Pressed           To        That           Board,”

     Ship             Brig            ade

      Impress            Ive

        Dock            ed          Sur            Prised

      “Thanks               for               getting             us              out            of          there            in            one           piece,”

      ‘It’s           More          Than           Master           Koon             Would             ‘ve           done!”

        Even                if              you           have              no         choice          since         you’re          just              a        compilation             of          orders !

      Too             Much        Personality           Also         Didn’t         Happen

“General Plo said someone would come for us,” nobody said in the most enabling way and seemed to imply enablers

   Also, again, child soldier

Skywalker it’s time to give our report to the council

    “Right-”

    That            Just       Doesn’t-           Hit            Right

      Too          Much           Person-          Ality

  “C’mon      Ahsoka,”

  “You       Want        Me      There,”

  He needs you   there

    The       Council           Pret       -ty            Much          Ordered         Him            To            Take          Care                  Of             You           (If we’re          follow-ing           non-stupid              logic?)

     “ I figure           because            of                before,”

      He HAS TOO

      “Ahsoka,”

       ‘I was ordered to            by a bunch of Deranged sociopaths             who think child soldiers             was a good idea,”

        “You did              A              Great job,”

         [Sigh]

        Line work,            Wasn’t so            Good, near              the end

     “ but if I’m getting in trouble              for this,              You           share            the       blame         too,”

        I             feel           like          there        was          a        tortured         attempt            to       connect            it          back          to       Dooku          and     grievous        but         that         only      works   because        they’re       adults         capable          of        Malician,”

  “ Right       besides          you       Sky Guy,”

                           Alright

                        First off; 

                   Misleading title

                   Nothing really                  escalates

             (Nothing really rises                Except for               the Introductory                sec                            Which                    will                   make                  you                    feel                       like                  you’re                    in                high tides

               Before                    Red                     Please                       For                    the                    Love                       of                      You,                      Skip                        to                          the                         Red)

             As we            don’t really           have a scale

       Enablers do things

       It’s not really a scale of an            intensity

       Nothing basic yet

     The plot I feel was on the     weaker side

     Finding a weapon from     out of nowhere

     ‘ oh wait we know everything it does,’

      Didn’t really come to a conclusion

    But assuming they might follow it   up

    As for now I feel that    they really could’ve gone for a       Fight ending

  Really hyping   up this weapon

  In Master Koon’s       Return

 Only for     us     to see nothing

  In      terms of    an equal battle

  But, hey, maybe that comes in to play later

         The one thing I can say really improved

   Or was just better/ Good to see

                  Was the better writing                          Of the                      Child                           Characters

             Although

          There were     a few       minor           Slip          Ups         Here        And       There         Especially         Near          The             End

         Where there was a line

          “ You did a great                                         job!”

          That sounded...

         Well it sounded like something from one of those cheap         TV shows

        Or commercials

     * hopefully not too harsh

I don’t    hold    Any    grud      ges

        It was just an awfully recorded line

        Any way next is; Shadows of Maleviolence

[blushoseoks]

GREY AREA. (M) | 06

“And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

cr.

"I think that friendship is as powerful as true romantic love. And I think that friendship can save you, and heal the parts of you that you didn’t know were broken, and change your life.” - Sarah J Maas

→  Pairing: Yoongi/Reader →  Word Count: 11,085 →  Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst →  Chapter Index

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: suicide is sort of insinuated.

You let out a low sigh at the vibration of your phone going off, this seeming to be the millionth time it had sounded and you were beginning to lose your patience.

You had rolled over from your side to where you laid flatly on your back, the never ending vibrations had ripped you from your slumber, something that not even Taehyung was brave enough to do.

In a groggy and half asleep state, you had grabbed your phone and scrolled through the various notifications. Most of them being a handful of text messages, ranging from Yoona's gossip, Namjoon's never ending suspicions of where you had been the past week, and finally Taehyung and Hoseok's worried texts.

You had been to class – with the exclusion of English, because even as your heart was surely broken, you couldn't afford to miss any tests or lessons. But for the past week your life was like a never ending cycle filled with the same routine of:

waking up, getting dressed, going to class, and afterward you'd walk straight home, venture straight into your room, do any homework that needed to be finished, ate enough to stay alive, hydrated yourself and then went to bed. Even if it was only six in the evening.

You hadn't been to English class the entire week, not trusting yourself to see Yoongi this soon into your heartbreak. Your grade was the best in that class, and you were sure you'd be able to catch up if need be. You could afford to skip a few lessons.

With an exhausted sigh you let your phone fall to your bedsheets, ignoring everyone for the time being. You didn't have class today, you never did on Thursday's.

You had spent the past few days, when not at school, staring blankly at your walls. Or your ceiling, laying in your bed. Trying to search for answers that just weren't there. You wanted to know why you had been paired with someone who wanted nothing to do with you. You wanted to learn of what you had done to make the Universe so angry with you, to give you such an outcome.

Was it supposed to be some sort of test? And if so, just how were you to pass it?

But your thoughts hadn't been answered, not one of them.

You hadn't cried since the first night. Hadn't cried nearly as much as you should have, you are perfectly well aware of that. It was once again, like your body refused to let you cope or understand what had actually occurred. You knew that you had been rejected by one you were fated to be with, that much was clear, but it was as though it hadn't fully registered in your brain yet. Like your body wouldn't allow you to fully process the situation in fear of what it may do to you.

So in result, you had done it again, pushed it away. The pain, the honesty of the ordeal, chose to ignore it instead of dealing with it. It was going to come back to bite you in the ass sooner or later.

And judging by how on edge you had been the past few days, the smallest of things irritating you to the extremes, the aforementioned was going to come about soon enough.

The night of the most recent argument, it was like you couldn't stop crying. You're sure that the remainders of alcohol in your body and your lack of sobriety had been at fault for how your emotions had leaked out of you, or half at fault, at least.

It was like every inch of water inside of your being was rushing out of your eyes, streaking down your cheeks and ruining every bit of makeup covering your face. You had clutched your bedsheets, screamed into your pillows, and almost made yourself sick.

Your cries had only quietened when hours had passed and the door belonging to your shared apartment was opened, and in stumbled your housemates, who you were positive were quite drunk.

You had cried until you had cried yourself to sleep.

Waking hours later, with a horrid hangover, but the pain in your head was no match for the one in your chest. You were positive that you had cried out all of the tears inside of your body that night.

And even though you had been somewhat active, going to class, taking care of yourself – if hardly eating and sleeping in your spare time could be considered of sorts, it wasn't enough to stop your friend's from observing your odd behavior and worrying.

So today was the day, even if you'd rather curl up under your blankets and not move, that you'd force yourself out of your bed and get out of your apartment.

Today was the day, it had to be - or Taehyung would start asking questions, start poking his head in more, start trying to rip answers out from you – so, reluctantly you had come to the conclusion that today you'd start to pick the pieces up. Slowly, but surely. You were going to repair what had been broken.

If it was possible.

How were you going to pick up the pieces if you hadn't fully allowed yourself to feel the devastation of a reality where you were unloved by your other half? Or well, one of your other halves. A third of you, maybe?

So as you slid out of bed, you decided that the first thing on the agenda was to shower, because you could not recall the last time you had done so, and then you were to get out of the apartment, your destination unknown.

Perhaps you'd go to the bookstore that sat in between the often visited cafe, and the flower shop you adored because of the pretty smells that filled your nostrils whenever you passed by.

You weren't, however, looking forward to human interaction. You loved your friend's, more than words could describe, but you weren't ready to be bombarded with questions that you knew they'd ask if you were to see them so soon. You hadn't fully decided what your excuse would be, unsure that the sick alibi could be believed.

So maybe, today would just be a you day.

The ignoring human interaction part was clearly not going to happen today, not when you had opened your bedroom door to find two bodies in the kitchen. Both of them belonging to your roommates.

Taehyung who was inside of the kitchen, slim body leaning over the surface of the counter, while Hoseok had been sitting in one of the barstools at the kitchen counters. At the sound of movement coming from the direction of your bedroom, two pairs of eyes had turned to stare at you, and all conversation had ceased.

It made you uneasy, how on sync they silenced. The feeling of interrupting something drifted in the air around you.

You blink.

Taehyung's movement of bringing the brim of a coffee mug to his lips had stilled when his eyes landed on you, and Hoseok's sentence had been discontinued, his mouth now hanging open.

Gathering from their reactions, it seemed that they too, had not expected you to leave your room today.

You offer them the best smile you can muster up as you walk towards the direction of the kitchen. Pausing suddenly when you're standing next to the barstool Hoseok is sitting in. Your left hand moving so your palm presses under his chin. You raise your eyebrows as your eyes connect.

“Hoseok honey,” you state,  and then you move your palm upwards causing his mouth to shut. “Don't let your mouth hang open, you'll catch flies.”

You offer a playful wink, hoping that the comment will help to lessen the tension in the room. Afterward, you walk further into the kitchen and directly over to the refrigerator.

You can sense the muted conversation going on behind your back as you grab the bottle of orange juice, setting it on the counter before closing the refrigerator.

“Y/N,” Hoseok says a moment later. You turn around and walk to stand next to where Taehyung is, reaching for a pale blue colored mug sitting in the drying rack.

“Yes?” You ask, eyes flashing to his and then to Taehyung's momentarily, not being able to register what sort of question is in his eyes. You turn then, trying to get their worried stares out of your mind as you make your way back to where the carton of juice is waiting to be used.

“You..” he wavers, and although your back is to him, you can practically see the millions of questions in form of expressions appearing on his features. “Okay?” He finishes.

You wait until you've poured yourself a mug full of orange juice, wait until you've returned the carton back to it's place in the refrigerator, before spinning around on your heel and coming face to face with two of your closest friends.

You raise your eyebrows, a smile tugging at the corner your lips as you reply.

“I'm okay.” You say, nodding slowly. Your response enticing a smile to spread its way across Hoseok's lips. And even though he's smiling, you can tell that he doesn't fully believe you. But, he knows he's not as close to you as Taehyung is, and that pestering you won't do any good.

“Good,” he responds a moment later, smile still visible. “I missed you.”

His words cause a warm feeling to spread through your being, and then he takes a glance towards Taehyung who asks him with the lift of his eyebrows, a silent question. It reminds you of your parents, how well they can communicate without actually speaking.

“I'm glad you're feeling better Y/N.” Hoseok states as he slowly pushes himself out of the chair and into a standing position.

It takes you only a few seconds to respond, eyes settled on his. “Me too.”

You can see how genuine he is by the way he stops and continues to stare at you for a few moments, as if soaking the scene of you appearing to be okay, in.

And then he is mumbling something about needing to use the restroom, but you're smarter than that, you know the truth. This was an excuse to leave Taehyung and you alone.

Your eyes study the material of the fabric covering Hoseok's back as he starts to walk out of the room, and you wish that he'd stay, because as long as he was in the room, the longer you were safe from prodding and curiosity.

But if Hoseok senses your silent pleas, he doesn't do anything about them as he turns the corner.

“So,” Taehyung says when Hoseok's back is out of sight. He pushes his weight fully against the kitchen island, long arm sliding across the surface, as he holds his head up with his palm. His eyes linger far too long on yours, as if he's waiting for answers. His eyes drag down to the bags under yours, and his lips curve to the side at the sight. “Are you really okay?”

You nod your head almost as soon as the words had left his mouth, your bottom lip disappearing into your mouth as you begin to suck on it slowly. Nerves shouting through you loudly.

You bring the mug up to your lips to take a small swallow, not knowing exactly what to say.

“Y/N,” he says, his tone suddenly serious. “Are you?” His eyebrows raise as his eyes meet yours again. “You've hardly left your room this entire week, and it's starting to worry me. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Again you nod your head, setting the coffee cup down on the kitchen countertop. “I know Tae, I do. I'm okay. Just--” You stop suddenly, seeming to be at a loss for words. You didn't want to lie, you disliked it, especially doing it to Taehyung. “been down in the dumps as of recent.”

You watch as his lips purse together, as his eyebrows pull towards one another, he clearly doesn't believe you.

He sets his own mug down, as he straightens his body upwards. This causing him to intimidate you a bit more. But if it was Taehyung's intention to scare you into honesty, it was never going to work. Especially when he had the personality traits of a yellow butterfly. He crosses his arms over his chest.

“But like I've said, you hardly left the apartment all week, you haven't returned phonecalls, you've isolated yourself. I'm worried.”

“I'm getting out today, Taehyung.” You blurt out, causing Taehyung's eyebrows to furrow together. “Going to go out, maybe visit the book store. And actually I – I have plans with Jungkook.” You lie blatantly.

This causes him to blink as a curious expression starts to slide across his facial features. He studies your face, as if to make sure you're telling the truth. “Jungkook,” he questions after a moment, “why Jungkook?”

You push the cup to your lips again, letting your eyes falter from your friend to the orange liquid in the cup.

“Going to help me study, y'know – Psychology.” Is the response you offer as you tilt the cup back and let the liquid into your mouth.

He pauses again, white teeth making an appearance only to slide across his bottom lip, head tilting a bit.

“But are you sure you're okay--”

You outstretch a free arm, your hand skirting around his forearm, giving him a reassuring squeeze as you swallow the liquid inside of your mouth.

You keep eye contact as you speak as firmly as you can. “I promise, Taehyung, I am absolutely okay. I am better.” You pronounce each word as clear as you can, steering away from contractions, hoping that it'll help make your statement plausible.

His eyes don't leave yours as he studies them, and you are sure that you see something flash in his orbs. Something resembling sadness, the sight causes something inside of you to drop.

“Alright.” He simply states, head nodding achingly slowly. You remove your hand then, offering him a short and small smile.

“Just do me a favor?” He asks a moment later.

“Anything.” You state.

He hesitates once more, this time he's the one who extends an arm and rests it onto your shoulder, giving you a light squeeze, mimicking your actions from a few seconds prior.

“Y/N,” he says seriously. “Shower first, you fucking stink.”

The moments the words leave his mouth, a wide smile stretches across his face. In response, you offer him a glare so dirty, that his eyes widen in surprise, a handful of rushed out apologies slipping past his lips as he darts out of the kitchen. “It was a joke, I promise!” Echoing in the air as he leaves.

You let out a slow chuckle as you watch him run and a moment later you fish out your phone, ignoring everyone's messages, and immediately clicking on Namjoon's contact name. Sending a quick text asking for Jungkook's number.

It takes him a matter of moments to reply with the number and a response of:

“Where on Earth have you been this week?”

You shoot back a text of:

“Up to my neck in homework, I'm sorry.”

And then you open a new message, composing something along the lines of:

“Free, today. How about I take you up on your offer to help me study? This is Y/N by the way.”

It only takes moments for you to get a reply.

“Six sound okay?”

It had been raining. It was evident in the drenched pavement of the sidewalk you were walking down, clear in the color of gray that floated through Seoul. The smell of wet, lingered in the air - something you had always been fond of.

Pedestrians gripped onto umbrellas as they walked ahead or behind you, even though the rain had let up.

You didn't mind this sort of weather, not when it reflected your mood like it had today.

Your feet move slowly along the sidewalk as you avoid puddles, the events of earlier this morning replaying in your head on a loop.

You were trying to figure out just what it was that you had seen in Taehyung's eye, why was he sad? Surely it wasn't because of your state lately, but in all honesty, you wouldn't have put it past him. Taehyung's big heart often got the best of him, and he allowed people in too closely, far too easily. He gave everyone the benefit of the doubt, and him, being upset because you were upset, was not so hard to believe.

You had been out for a few hours, visiting the cafe at first and buying a lemonade with pretty colors – a mixture of yellows, pinks, and oranges. You had thought that drinking the fruity and nicely colored drink would somehow be appealing to your insides. Like the colors could magically overtake the sadness and turn it happy.

If you were crazy, you would have stated that it worked.

The second place you had visited was in fact the book store. The scent of old books making itself known as soon as you walked into the quaint shop. This too, another smell that you enjoyed a lot.

The bookstore, though small, was filled and pack with books. Shelves outlined the entire store, books were crammed together, and stacked in piles on tables of oak everywhere. It's number of books reminded you of a library.

“Y/N!” The owner of the shop, an older lady by the name of Asami had called in your direction as you walked through the door.

The call of your name had made you smile in response, throwing an arm up as you waved in her general direction.

It was clear in the way the owner had called your name that you were indeed a regular. You had felt a pull to her the moment you met her, because she reminded you of your mom. Older, wise, her voice soft whenever she spoke. And unlike most adults and teenagers nowadays, she still believed that books were essential to living.

Just like you. Just like your mom.

She was married to a man who was as polite and as kind as her. His name was Takumi, and they had been married for twenty five years. They both had been born in Korea, but that did not stop them from traveling the entire world.

They'd told you multiple times about their adventures, about the places they'd visited and the people they had met. They had shown you countless photographs, and were able to describe the displays of each country, or state, they had traveled to.

You wanted to do that, travel.

Your plan, after college, was to do just that.

And even though Korean was their native tongue, they both could speak several languages. The one that interested you the most was French.

For one, it wasn't as hard to learn as the English language, and for two, in your opinion it was beautiful.

“Takumi not here today?” You had asked as you walked up to the register desk of which Asami was standing behind.

“Afraid not, fell off the ladder the other day while trying to dust the top of the shelves, twisted his ankle, the klutz.”

Your lips part as you make a, “sss,” sound. “I'm sorry to hear about that, is he okay?”

“Yeah, he's just a big baby.” She stated, giggling while she spoke.

“I'm actually very glad you stopped by today, because we got some.”

Your eyes had widened at that.

“Don't you dare lie to me – did you really?”

A smile slipped onto her lips as she nodded. “Oh c'mon, Y/N, you know I'd never lie to you about books.”

“Show me, please!” You exclaimed eagerly.

Months ago, after finishing Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, you had become obsessed with the author. You had scouted all over Seoul, in search of any other book by him, only to end up empty handed. You had pleaded to Takumi and Asami, that if anyone had ventured in wanting to trade or sell anything by Haruki, to buy it and that you'd pay them double.

She turns around then, crouching down and searching for something she had hidden behind a bunch of other items. When she turns back around and stands up, it's with two books in her hands. Both of them being by Haruki Murakami. Going by the titles of, “1Q84,” and the other, “Sputnik Sweetheart,” of which Namjoon highly praised.

“Oh my god!” You had squealed, maybe a bit too loudly, but Asami was not complaining. She too had actually squealed with you.

“How much do I owe you for them?” You ask as you discarded your backpack and began to unzip it, only to cease your actions when she stopped you with words.

“Absolutely nothing.” She said, causing your eyes to fly up to hers, an incredulous expression working its way onto your face.

“What – no. I'm definitely paying you for--”

“Y/N. You are a college student, a kind girl who enjoys books. I'm not going to accept a dime from you. So either, you take them for free or you don't get them at all.” She said with a firm look on her sweet face.

And after a few more retorts of playful bickering you had finally accepted the generous gift, and took both of them, enjoying the way both books felt under your fingertips.

After thanking her more times than you could count, you then had waved goodbye to her, promising to return soon.

After your visit to the book store, you had then ventured to a nearby bench as you walked down a sidewalk that was entirely encircled by cherry trees that were just beginning to blossom. You had wiped the bench off before sitting and admiring the view. And this was a sight you would never be able to get used to seeing.

A view so enticing that words and no picture could do it justice.

And you sat there for the next few hours. Studying the tree's, observing people as they passed, and reading the first few chapters of Sputnik Sweetheart.

When the alarm on your phone went off, signaling that it was near six you had began to pack up your belongings, and then reread the text message Jungkook had sent you with directions to his apartment.

You liked where Taehyung, Hoseok's and your apartment was located, because it was as though you were within walking distance of anything, Jungkook's being included.

And with one last look over your shoulder, soaking in the sight of tree's, you turned back around, heading to where the directions sent you. You found yourself thinking, as you walked down the concrete, that getting out of the house was a good idea.

Against your thoughts, arriving at Jungkook's was not the least bit awkward, in fact, if a stranger had walked into his apartment, it would have been hard for them to realize that you two hadn't been friend's for a long time.

Jungkook lived in an apartment building, about twenty or thirty minutes away from yours if you walked. By car, it was considerably less, depending on traffic.

He lived in a good neighborhood near the University, on the third floor.

Upon entering the apartment, you're met with a small but comfortable appearing living room. Furnished with a black leather couch, a matching in color recliner, and a glass table sitting in between the two pieces of furniture. A tv sat on the far wall directed in front of the furniture.

Standing in the living room you're able to see the kitchen, a table along with four chairs surrounding it. And you find yourself wondering how Jungkook, a sophomore in college, could afford an apartment of this size, and still have money for the furnishing. But you keep your questions at bay for the time being.

You were both sitting in the living room, on the carpeted floor rather than the sofa or chair, because for someone reason you always found yourself being able to concentrate better on the floor.

“So, why did you decide to take Psychology anyway?” Jungkook inquires, a moment later. Shutting his Psychology book as he pushes it on the glass table sat in front of him. You two had been studying for nearly three hours, and who knew that staring at a bunch of words, could make your body feel so exhausted? His dark eyebrows raise upwards as he questions, curiosity glinting in his eyes.

Your small in stature body is situated with your legs crossed, your textbook, which you close as soon as he does his, is sat on your lap. He is to your right, on a different side of the table.

“Well..” You say, allowing your sentence to trail off as you start to glance around the living room. It's somewhat empty, excluding the living room set, is a bookshelf in the corner of the room and a few pieces of artwork aligning the wall. Ones you've never seen before.

The first is a picture of what seems to be the outline of a woman's body. One of the woman's breasts is showing, and her backside is revealed, painted in a green-gray color. The background of the painting a dark maroon.

The painting makes your cheeks turn a bright pink, your eyes immediately moving to the canvas beside it.

The second painting is much more modest. It's a simple drawing of two arms entwined, the hands holding and the fingers interlocked. You're about to ask Jungkook where he purchased the paintings, but when your eyes come across the third painting only finding it unfinished, your question drifts.

It's a drawing of a heart, and not the cartoon like heart, but a real beating heart. It's the one that captivates you the most due to the state of it, and the details you're able to make out from where you sit.

You suddenly stand up, pushing your book to the ground as you venture closer, wanting to get a better look at the painting. Jungkook's question fading as you stalk closer to the portrait, stopping only a few inches in front of it.

Your eyes travel from uncolored aorta, a small amount of red shaded around the area, it's location near the top of the muscle, to the left ventricle, where it too is colored red, but a shade darker, resembling a burgundy. And finally to the unfinished drawing of the blood vessels at the bottom.

“Wow.” You say, at a loss for wrods. Your arms crossing over your chest as each hand grasps either elbows on the opposite arm. You turn around to find Jungkook's eyes settled on yours, a nervous expression written across his face.

“Your work?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow.

He nods, his nose scrunching up after a second. “Yeah, I didn't want to hang them up, especially the heart since it's not entirely done, but Yoongi-hyung insisted-”

At the sound of his name your body seems to crumble a bit. Your heart beat quickening.

“that I should, said I could finish it anytime even though he preferred it unfinished for some weird reason.”

You hesitate, nodding along to his words. “Yoongi?” You ask, and you wince at the sound of your own voice venturing out a little awkwardly.

He narrows his eyes, but doesn't question it. “Yeah, we live together. Have since last year.”

And you should have figured, to be honest. The both of them were friend's after all, and like you noted earlier, there was no way Jungkook could afford an apartment of this size by himself.

You don't know what to say, so you just nod, walking back to where you sat earlier and taking a seat in the exact same spot.

“I'm glad he was able to convince you to hang them up, you're very talented.”

He offers you a genuine smile as your hands hold onto each other, the pad of your thumb rubbing around the back of your opposite hand.

For a brief moment you wonder if Yoongi is home. But surely if he was, he would have wandered into the living room at some point, wouldn't he have?

“So, why did you take Pyschology?” He asks a moment later, repeating his question from earlier.

“Well,” you say, silently thanking Jungkook for asking a question that could divert your attention easily.

“I've always had a knack for writing. And, as strange as it sounds, I've always enjoyed people watching. I guess taking Psychology, I thought, would help me become a better writer. Would somehow be able  to give my future readers insights to a certain character. I want them to be able to know what the character is feeling just by the way they are sitting – and this all sounds so ludicrous now that I'm allowing the words out into the open.”

You lift one of your hands to your hair, pushing the straightened yet somewhat unruly strands backwards, hoping to arrange them into a somewhat presentable way. A feeling of embarrassment washing through your being.

Jungkook shakes his head, his smile that you're growing to be quite fond of, still in place. “Absolutely not, actually it's quite admirable.”

His sentence catches you off guard, enough to entice a snort and the raise of your eyebrows. “Admirable?” you ask, “And why's that?”

His arms raise upwards towards the roof as he stretches. The pull of his shirt upwards causing the hem of his shirt to raise just a bit, exposing some of his skin.

“Well,” he says, his head tilting to the right as he shrugs his arms back down, rolling his shoulders back. He moves positions, outstretching his legs under the table while leaning backwards as his palms settle into the carpet.

“Your passion is writing, right?” A rhetorical question. “Well most people would just focus on that as their major. But you, you take it one step further, deciding to endure hours of nonstop talking, ruthless quizzes, and a shit load of reading. Just so your readers will be impressed and captivated more by your characters. Admirable, you're so dedicated it's different.”

His words cause your cheeks to burn slowly. Never had you been called admirable for a simple action of yours. Praise, you thought, as you stared at Jungkook, was different, different from Taehyung's - but something definitely enjoyable.

“Well, what about you?” You question, now curious yourself.

His pink hued lips push together for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing the tiniest amount as he thinks over what he wants to say.

“I guess it's because my parents wanted me to go into law school, and being able to read someone's body language is a big part of being a good lawyer or attorney. Psychology has a lot to do with human actions and what not, so I figured, 'why not?'”

You wait for a few seconds after he's finished speaking, to make sure that that's all he wants to say before inverting your own words. “Well what about you?”

“Hm?”

“You said and I quote, 'I guess it's because my parents wanted me to,' well, what about you? What do you want?”

“Ah,” he grunts out, nose scrunching up again. “You caught that.”

“Honestly?” he continues a second later. “I've never given it much thought. My entire life I've always wanted to impress my parents, y'know? Always wanted them to be proud, I guess along the way, I forgot to stop and ask myself what I wanted in life.”

His words cause your lips to tug downwards into a frown. Because you could not relate, you never grew up with the feeling of never making your parents proud wavering in the air. Every grade above an F was awarded with, “Way to go's!” And sticker smiley faces. They were not disappointed when you learned to ride your bike at age eight, but instead encouraged you and celebrated the so called “milestone,” (their words not yours) when it was passed.

You find your head turning in the direction of where the paintings are hanging up, your head tilting a tad as a thought comes to mind. Your eyes linger on the portrayal of the heart as you speak.

“Well what about painting?”

“Painting?” He questions, and he sounds like the thought is absolutely crazy, you turn your head towards the older boy.

“I mean don't get me wrong. If I had to choose something as my passion, it would be painting. I love it.  But with that being said, my work – they may be good, or nice to look at, but I could never make a living off of painting, Y/N.”

Your eyes narrow the smallest amount in response. “You're kidding, right? Jungkook, trust me when I say this, you've got talent. Pure, raw, talent.”

He shakes his head a moment later.

“Even if I am talented, or even considered painting for money, I heard that turning the thing you love most into your career can ruin it for you”

His statement causes your head to tilt a bit, teeth gliding across your lip.

“Well, think of it this way. What if you were to become a famous artist, Jungkook? Being paid to do what you're good at. Being paid to do what you enjoy. You'd be happy, and nothing is set in stone, y'know? Nothing says it has be what you do for the rest of your life, you're allowed to change your mind.”

He still looks conflicted, like he's unconvinced, but you're able to see a difference in his face. Like he's thinking over your words.

“All I'm saying is that you should do what you love, it's not as crazy as it sounds, you dweeb. Stop trying to make your parents proud,  try making yourself proud. Don't be a shell of the person you have the potential to be.”

His eyes lift upwards at that, moving to stare directly into yours. And the way he stares at you is like he's seeing someone different. Like you're much more than just a person, like you've opened his eyes.

“I think you're one of the first people besides Jin and Yoongi to say such a thing to me. To actually believe that I have potential for something bigger and better than law. And you're practically a stranger, so just – thank you.” He smiles then, a wide and genuine one that threatens to put the sun to shame.

You lift your shoulders up into a slow shrug after that.

As you part your lips to say something more, you're interrupted, and both of your attention is captured by the sound of a door opening.

When it's opened, you find your body filling with a familiar warmth that travels through your veins, sinking into your bloodstream.

Your breath catches in your throat when Yoongi steps into view.

At just the sight of him, it causes your heart to clench uncomfortably, your breath increasing in pace.

“Oh, Yoongi-hyung you're home early.” Jungkook's voice booms through the apartment. Your eyes travel from Yoongi's wet hair, this a sign that it had been raining again, to the leather jacket drowning him, and then to his eyes, and you notice immediately the dark circles settled under them.

And to your utter surprise, you are the one who breaks the eye contact first. Afraid that he is able to see traces of how wrecked you've been from the previous days. Your brown eyes fall to the carpet to study it, finding it to be a whole lot more interesting that it had been a few seconds prior to Yoongi's arrival.

Even as you look down, you're able to feel the warmth.

“We've just finished studying, we can move to the kitchen if you want to watch--”

“No,” you interject, half shocked at your own voice. Your eyes then raise and glance towards the clock hanging on the wall across the room, finding that it reads 9:30. Taehyung was definitely going to be worried.

“I have to get going anyway, Tae's going to be uneasy. Didn't expect to be here this late, to be honest.” You don't mean for your words to venture out as cold as they do, so you offer a small smile sent in Jungkook's direction after your words are spoken.

You then slowly stand up, gathering your Psychology book where it was placed on the floor.

“No, it's fine I'm just going to my room anyway so--” You turn your head at the sound of Yoongi's voice, it catching you off guard. He stops the moment your eyes have connected, and you can see that he's gotten rid of the jacket he had previously been wearing.

Tension slowly fills the room, and you're not sure if Jungkook can feel it. But if he does, he doesn't say anything about it.

You shake your head then, quickly. Your eyes glancing to the coat rack standing behind Yoongi where your backpack resides.

“No, really I have to go.” You rush out. And then you walk towards Yoongi, swallowing the lump that had been forming in your throat as your body comes closer to his.

He looks confused at first, especially when you stop just a few feet in front of him, your eyes studying his, trying your best to ignore the heat radiating throughout your body.

“My backpack, it's uh - behind you.”

You watch as he blinks, eyes not leaving yours. And you notice that he looks different. That where the angry expressions had been placed days ago were replaced with something soft. He looked almost gentle. And for a few uncomfortable seconds all that occurs between the two of you is eyes staring into each other's. A thousand questions forming on both ends stay silent.

His hair is now fully blue, any trace of black is gone. And you want to run your fingers through the strands, you want to ask him why he decided to dye it. The blue looked nice on him, definitely, but you were going to miss the black.

And then he's ripping his eyes from yours, ripping the heat away as he takes a step to the side, making a path for you to grab your jacket.

As you step where he stood a mere moment ago, you get a whiff of his cologne. You're able to recall that it's the same one he had been wearing the first time you had seen and spoken to him.

You ignore the feeling of your heart squeezing together in your chest as you retrieve your backpack and quickly walk past him, trying your best not to stare at him even though your body screams at you to do so. You walk to the spot you had previously been sitting and retrieve your textbook, pushing it into your backpack.

Jungkook is standing now, limbs stretching outwards, his muscles straining against his tshirt. “Alright well, let me grab my car keys and I'll take you home.”

You shake your head.

“No, no, don't worry. I'm going to walk.”

Jungkook's lips part, head tilting a tad.

“It's raining.”

“No, it just let up.” Comes a voice from behind you, causing your body to tense slowly.

You stare at Jungkook, giving him a serious and firm expression. “I'll be fine, if it starts raining again I'll give Taehyung a call.”

He still looks doubtful, like he wants to argue further, but you sling your backpack onto your shoulders and offer him a reassuring smile, hoping that it's believable.

“Need some fresh air anyway.” You continue.

After a moment of contemplating whether to force you into his car or not, he decides to let you walk. Figuring that forcing you, someone he has only met a few times, into his car, could be seen as creepy.

“Alright, alright, but be careful, okay?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Absolutely, and thank you so much for today. I already feel like I'm going to ace the next test.”

“Don't mention it,” he replies. A smile that matches yours,  appearing on his lips.

And then you're turning, walking towards the door,  not glancing in Yoongi's direction as you pull the door open and step out. Another thanks to Jungkook slipping from your lips as you shut the door. You may have not been staring at Yoongi, but you didn't need to, to know that he was staring at you.

Cold. That's what you feel. And even though the wind is blowing softly, causing the night air to cascade across your face, strands of your hair blowing freely in the breeze, you are entirely sure that it's not the cause for why you're feeling so cold. You find yourself pulling your hoodie closer to your body for the extra weight and warmth it offers.

Your small sized hands grasp the chains of the swing you've someone managed to find. You're not entirely sure how you ended up here, in this run down park with only the nearby streetlights acting as a source of light.  But you were able to get here by foot, meaning you'd be able to get home by foot. If only you could remember which way home was.

You sigh out, but you don't let the thought linger for long. It's hard to keep focused on it when your head is hanging back, your eyes watching the stars as they come into your view.

Your feet start to kick back and forth, increasing speed as you carry on. And suddenly you feel like laughing. Not the humorous type of laugh, but the laugh that happens right before the metaphorical dam breaks and the tears start to flow. The type of laugh that protagonists let out as their world starts to unravel around them. The sort of laugh that occurs when there's nothing left to do – not cry, or yell or fight.

You want to laugh because this is how it all started – years ago when you were sitting in a goddamn swing, and now, you suppose as you stare up at the sky, this is how it'll all end, you sitting in a goddamn swing.

Oh, the irony. And all you can do is swing as it starts to eat away at you.

You allow the bottom of your battered up tennis shoes to skid across the surface of the golden sand as you start to come to a stop, and reluctantly you push yourself upwards and out of the swing. Grabbing your backpack from the ground, you are about to start heading home, when, out of the corner of your eye, you spot something.

A merry-go-round.

You immediately find your body heading in the direction of the obstacle, your feet moving at an incredibly slow pace.

Once you reach the instrument, you climb onto it, letting your backpack fall somewhere near the playground toy. And then you situate yourself, finding your body fitting between two separate bars, your back lays as comfortably as it can, on the metal middle of the merry-go-round. Your legs dangling off the edge as your feet drag through the sand sitting at the bottom of the obstacle. This position gives you a much better view of the stars you think, as your eyes stare at up at the sky.

You're not sure what time it is, but you're certain that it's quite late. You had left Jungkook and Yoongi's apartment at around ten'o'clock. Hoping that the cool and fresh air would help clear your head, and rid the thoughts of Yoongi that were once again circulating your brain. But it had helped to no avail, because he was the clearest thing on your mind.

Your thoughts are then interrupted by a vibration coming from the pocket of your hoodie, for a moment you think about just letting it ring, that whomever it is will let up eventually and leave you be. But then again, it was quite late, and you still hadn't returned home. So it was probably Taehyung or Hoseok, one of them calling to make sure that you were okay.

Reluctantly you pull your phone out of your jacket, the screen brightness immediately causing your eyes to squint as they adjust to the light. And you were right, across the middle of the screen is Taehyung's contact photo, and his name.

You let out a sigh, as you prepare yourself for the lecture you are about to receive. Something along the lines of,

“Y/N, do you know how dangerous it is to be out alone?”

“Y/N where on earth are you!?”

Slowly, you slide your thumb across the green button, accepting the call. Taehyung's deep voice wastes no time before sounding through the speaker and into your ear.

“Y/N.” He simply states, his voice thick and rough, with traces of tiredness etched into it.

“Taehyung.” You reply.

“You're not home yet. Is everything okay?” He asks, even though he probably knows the answer.

You hesitate, allowing your thoughts to get the best of you. The entire ordeal had been eating away at you for days. It was obvious to everyone, because even now Taehyung, who knew never to push you for answers, was doing exactly that, proof in his words from this morning. And you thought, that maybe you'd be okay. But the few seconds you had seen Yoongi, everything seemed to dwindle, and cave in. It had felt like someone had reached into your chest, clenched their hand strongly around your heart and was continuing to squeeze it relentlessly. Trying to stop it from beating.

Of course, you thought, the day I decide to pull myself together is the day I see him.

You were sure that if it had just been a few days later, then you would have reacted differently, been able to push it away better.

“Y/N.” Taehyung's voice comes through the receiver a moment later, when you still hadn't replied. “Where are you?”

You let out an audible sigh, eyes still staring at the stars above. “M'not sure,” you mutter out honestly. “Some park, but I walked here from Jungkook's so it's not far from the apartment, I'll be able to walk home.”

You're met with a scoff leaving Taehyung's lips.

“Stay where you are, yeah? I know where you're at, I'll be there in a few minutes.” Before you have a chance to protest further, the line goes dead.

True to his word, Taehyung arrives within a few minutes after ending the phone call. Which is odd because to you, it had felt like hours that you were walking before you stumbled upon the park. But you weren't exactly in the right state of mind when you had been walking. Your thoughts had been screaming at you in loud voices that threatened to rip your hearing from you, you had been focusing on the sidewalk for the most part, surely walking in circles several times.

The first sign that Taehyung has arrived, is when you hear the familiar sound of speakers sounding way too loudly, causing loud vibrations and muffled music to slide into the otherwise quiet night. You grimace, hoping that the noise belonging to his car radio will not attract unwanted attention.

The second sign that Taehyung has arrived, is when a body jumps onto the merry- go-round, causing the side to which the majority of the weight is on, to tip ever so slightly. Your body jostling around a bit.

“Be careful, would ya?” You ask out loudly, a playfulness incised into your words. Your only response is Taehyung jumping forcefully a few times, this causing you to whine outwardly, and your head to fall back, his face coming into view almost instantly.

A smirk starts to pull itself onto the corner of his lips, as his eyes meet yours.

“Fancy seeing you here, yeah?”

You offer him a smile in response, not entirely sure knowing what you'd say if you were to try to speak at the given moment.

Luckily, Taehyung seems to sense that you're not in the mood for jokes, so instead of trying to initiate unwanted banter, he crouches down, until he's in a sitting position. He situates his legs so he's sitting Indian style, on the metal. And without asking, he slowly lifts your head before setting it back down in his lap, his legs creating a makeshift pillow for you.

And the small action only reminds you of why you love Taehyung so much. Because he's kindhearted,  a gentle person, with an old soul. Taehyung does things not with the expectation of receiving something in return, but just to do them.

“So,” he says after a moment of silence. He waits until your eyes are resituated on the stars above, but before he can continue speaking you butt in.

“Please,” you state, “please, do not ask me what's wrong. Because as of right now I'm feeling a bit emotionally vulnerable and may say something that I will in fact, regret come morning.”

You intended for your sentence to come out as a joke, but once you speak it, you notice how tense Taehyung's body goes beneath you, how stiff and meaningful your words truly are.

Taehyung lifts a hand to your hair, allowing his long and thin fingers to drift through the different locks as he remains quiet. You take this opportunity to glance at him, only to find his eyes staring at something in the distance. You note that his face looks conflicted in a way - like he wants answers, but he doesn't know in which a way he can go about getting them. He knows that pushing will only make you pull.

“You know,” he says quietly. Eyes still staring at nothing in particular. “When we were in highschool, you went through that thing,” He pauses. “The one where you got really depressed, and it was scary Y/N. Because I had never seen you like that. You weren't yourself. You know? You looked – looked like a fraction of the person you once were, and I still don't know what happened, or why that occurred, but I do know that I was scared.”

He pauses again, his head finally dropping so his eyes can meet yours. “I was scared because for the longest time I was afraid that I might wake up one day, to find out that you didn't.”

His words cause your breath to catch in your throat, and you swear that you can feel your heart slow. You sit up then,  your body moving to copy his as you sit across from him. Eyes staring into each others as he continues to speak.

“I felt so useless, helpless. Like there was nothing that I could do. Watching my besfriend go through something so drastic, pained me. And after all these years, I still go back and constantly think about how things could have differed if I had just been there for you.” He blinks, he seems to choke on his words then. “-- What I'm trying to say, is that I know that you don't like to let people in, or talk about your problems, or what bothers you. But, I just want you to know that I won't judge you, that I'd never judge you. And I say this, because your behavior this past week – it's reminding me of that time in highschool and Y/N, I want to be able to help this time, unlike the last. So please-”

He stops for a brief second, moving his hands to slowly grasp both of yours. The pads of this thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the back of your hands.

“Please, don't keep me at bay, not again.” He shakes his head as he continues. “Please let me help you. Let me help you in the way I never could. I know something is going on, it's obvious - I don't want to lose you again-”

But before he can finish his sentence it happens.

You aren't able to keep it to yourself anymore. The dam breaks. An avalanche occurs on a mountain. Tsunami waves crash over a village, and your emotions come pouring out of you so drastically that it stuns Taehyung into a shocked silence.

And the tears, they come, they fall, and they rush down your cheeks relentlessly. One after another, another, another. They drip into your hoodie, making it wet, they cause your makeup to smear in long streaks down your face.

For a moment the only thing Taehyung can do is sit there. because he wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting to come of this conversation tonight, but it certainly was not this. It certainly was not to see his bestfriend break down in front of him.

You cry, and it's not quiet cries. It's loud and it comes in forms of tidal waves that threaten to sink you. It comes in incoherent words, and pleading. Pleading for Taehyung it just make it stop.

To make the pain that rests deep within your heart to disappear.

Because it hurts. Hurts so badly. And all you can see in your mind are pictures of Yoongi in form of a video replaying over and over in your head.

From the first encounter, eager lips and rushed words. The way he looked at you, to how he said you were enthralling. To the second, which was filled with angry accusations and rejection. To the car, where he had thrown horrid insults to you, and denied you any chance of even a friendship, of being able to prove yourself valuable enough for his time. And finally to the last. From the dark circles under his eyes, to the softness in his gaze.

It hurt.

It hurt.

It. Hurt.

One of your hands breaks away from Taehyung's and flies to your chest, your fingers clenching around the fabric of your sweatshirt as if you're trying to claw your way to your heart, so you can rip it out and not feel the way it's crumbling inside of you.

“Please make it stop,” you cry. “Just make it stop. Make it fucking stop.” Anger says as it forces its way out of your mouth.

Everything you had kept at bay since the day of meeting Min Yoongi is rushing out of you, every feeling you had pushed back, every thought you had refused to think, all of the numbness was wearing off and everything flew into you like knives piercing your skin.

The last thing you remember fully that night, the part that does not come in pieces, is Taehyung's arms moving around your shoulders, tugging you into his chest. He presses his lips to your hair, as he starts to rock your body back and forth. He is trying to soothe you, trying to get you to calm down as much as he can.

“You're going to be okay Y/N.” He whispers. “I've got you. I've got you. I've always got you.” His voice is shaky, and he's squeezing you tightly, in an embrace so warm that you never want to leave it.

The rest of the night is a blur.

When you wake up the next morning, your head is throbbing. It's a pain you've never experienced in that particular area before. You've had headaches before, but this could not be classified as a headache.

Your eyes are sore too, or so they feel that way. When your fingertips move to graze across your eyelids, it stings.

You slowly sit yourself up, and with one glance around the room you're in, you immediately recognize it as your own.

But you have no recollection of anything that took place after you had started to cry at the park.

It almost scares you, having no memory for a certain extent of time. You look down your body to see what you are wearing, and you are not wearing what you were the night before.

Gone is your hoodie and your jeans, and instead you are in one of your oversized tshirts, one that is long enough to be considered a short dress. One that absolutely drowns you and covers your lower half a somewhat modest amount.

You turn towards your black nightstand, trying to see what time it reads on the clock, and your eyes almost pop out of your head when the white numbers across the screen read 4:03 PM. Just how long had you been asleep?

Next to your alarm clock is a glass of water, with two pills you recognize as pain killers sitting next to it.

You down the pills almost as quickly as your eyes had laid on them, the water – a nice feeling on your dry mouth and throat. Once the water is set back down, you decide that you better get up and find out the events you are missing from last night. But you halt when the door to your bedroom opens, only just a smudge.

A figure appears through the crack, your eyes squinting a small amount to try to put a name to the disfigured face, but when the figure sees that you are awake, the door is pushed open enough to reveal Taehyung standing in the middle of the threshold.

“Hi.” You say weakly as he slowly walks in, shutting the door behind him. You're not sure what to do – you feel naked, for some reason. Like Taehyung can see your entire soul as clear as day.

“You feeling okay?” He says in a whisper as he takes a seat on the bed a few inches away from you. His head turns to face you as your eyes meet.

You offer him a meek nod in response, unable to form words.

“I know you probably have a lot of questions about last night --” he trails off for a moment, eyes not glancing away from yours. “So ask away, and I'll explain.”

You hesitate, swallowing the lump that has formed in your throat.

“Um – what, uh, what happened after the park? The last thing I remember is starting to cry, but everything after that isn't well, isn't there.” You state, referring to your thoughts.

He pauses, taking a deep breath as he moves his eyes away from yours.

“You were a mess, to put it lightly.” His voice lowering an octave. “I have never seen you like that, but that's not really a surprise, is it? You well - I managed to carry you to the car, but you didn't stop crying the entire ride home, or even after we got here. I was able to get you in the bathroom just in time for you to throw up. You uh, you had made yourself sick.”

Your lips purse together, embarrassment, shame, and other emotions rushing through your body. You let your head hang down, your eyes staring at the comforter covering your bed.

“We got home around two, and you threw up on and off again until three thirty. You must have lost thirty pounds, there was just so much – and I'm not sure how you were able to do it considering you've hardly consumed enough to stay alive this week.”

It's quiet then. For a few minutes, your hands resting flatly against your bed covers as you let out a slow breath.  “I am so sorry Taehyung.”

He ignores you though, starting to speak again.

“I need you to tell me what happened, Y/N. Because you scared me last night. Scared me so badly I almost called your parents.”

At that, your head immediately lifts, eyes finding his as panic starts to fly across your features. You loved your parents, but you didn't want them to worry, you didn't want them to see you as incapable of taking care of yourself.

“Don't worry,” he rushes out after studying the panic strewn across your face. “I didn't. But I nearly did. So I just -” he lets out a breath. “I know it may seem somewhat unfair, but I need answers. Because whatever made you react the way you did last night, it isn't nothing, and it was so bad. You have to tell me.”

Before you can register your own words they rush out.

“I'll tell you Taehyung.”

This shuts him up immediately, eyebrows furrowing. Probably a shock to him, and if you were being truthful, it was a shock to yourself. But everything had been eating away at you, he was right, you were falling back into old patterns.

And it was too late to try to pass it off as nothing, you had broke down last night, he knew it wasn't nothing. You weren't going to keep him fully in the dark.

“But, you can't tell anyone.” You say firmly. “I'm serious. No one.” You state, as your stomach starts to churn from nervousness.

He nods in agreement.

And then you're searching, searching your brain for answers. Because you desperately want to tell him the truth, but you won't be able to do that while keeping Yoongi's identity a secret. If you were to tell him what had occurred between the two of you, Taehyung would flip out. His over protectiveness would fly into overdrive, and he'd possibly beat Yoongi's ass. This ruining any relationship between Namjoon and Jin, and you couldn't cause that, you absolutely couldn't.

You take a deep breath, eyes drifting to Taehyung's leg, watching as it bounces quickly. Something he does when he's nervous. A tell-tale sign of uneasiness.

“The night we met Seokjin and his friend's, we were at a club, remember?” You ponder.

Taehyung mutters out an, “Mh,” in response.

“I – I don't know if you'll know, because you weren't really around, but I left early that night.”

You look up when you are met with silence, to only find Taehyung's head nodding slowly, this a gesture for you to continue, to explain further.

“Well it was crowded, as you know. Meaning there were multiple people and – the point is that, that night, I,” you let out a deep breath, head tilting backwards as the fabricated lie continues to form in your head. “I met uh, I met my soulmate.”

Taehyung's bouncing leg had stilled at that, him letting out a shaky breath once the words were spoken. His eyes had directed themselves to yours, staring at you in shock.

“And, to put it lightly,” you say, head raising, trying to blink back tears that were trying to form in your eyes at just the thought of the situation between Yoongi and you. “I was told that a relationship between the two of us, would never work out.” You gulp. “I was rejected by one of my soulmate's.”

You were expecting an angry scold from Taehyung, for withholding this information from him, or perhaps maybe comforting from him. Whatever you were expecting, It was definitely not the tears that slid down Taehyung's face once you had stated the last of your sentence.

“What--” you had muttered in disbelief, your right arm flying outwards, so your palm could rest comfortably against his back.

“I'm- I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you.” He says, rushed words leaving his lips. “Maybe if I had stuck around, or if I wasn't out getting drunk I would have noticed, oh shit,” he's able to state in between words. Tears streaming down his cheeks.

And even though he wasn't as unemotional as you, you had only seen him cry a few numbered times. And every time you witnessed it, it reminded you of a baby. Innocent, and pure. The sight was heatbreaking.

Realization hits him suddenly. “That explains why you were acting so off the next week. God,” he lets out a breath as he runs a hand through his unbrushed hair. “I-- I should have pushed. I'm so sorry for being such a lousy friend, I should have been there Y/N.” He says, eyes now rimmed red. Rings starting to encircle the area.

“No-” you are able to choke out, because this is the last thing you wanted. Your bestfriend blaming himself for something that absolutely had nothing to do with him.

Your eyes fill with tears as pure bewilderment rushes through your form.

“Taehyung,” you draw his attention, his glossy eyes staring into yours. “Don't, alright? Nothing could have been done that night to make things happen differently. You being there or not, wouldn't have changed his mind. It's-” you breathe out, “It's what the Universe wanted, right? The Universe has a thing for letting stuff play out. It's not your fault so don't you dare blame yourself.” A breath. “And besides, you know me, Tae, you know me. You know I don't like to talk about things that upset me. You know that there's no way I would have told you something if I didn't want to- and besides, you weren't the one who rejected me without even knowing me.”

He runs the back of his hand across his face, wiping up some of the streaks of tears that stain the skin. He nods his head in retaliation to your spoken words, sniffling every few seconds.

“Whoever he is, he's a goddamn asshole.” Taehyung says sternly, head turning to face you. “He sounds like a rude fucker.”

Your lips start to push down in a frown, eyes staring deeply into his.

“No he's not, or maybe he is, I'm not sure. All I know is he has his reasons, I suppose. As upset as I am, there's nothing I can do about it. This is what the Universe gave me.” You shrug. “But I hope when I find the other one, he'll let me introduce myself properly before deciding he wants absolutely nothing to do with me. If not, I'm going to have a very heated discussion with the star we were created from.”

Taehyung had nodded along to your words, the smallest smile you have ever seen on his lips, forming slowly around the edges.

“Just know, that no matter what happens, whether you end up with one of your soulmates or not - you will always have me.”

A smile pushes at the corner of your lips in response, because you vaguely remember him saying something of the sort the night before.

“Always.” You agree.

Pt. 07

A/N -  Platonic love is as important as romantic love. I hope I was able to somehow portray this in this chapter, because that was what this chapter was mostly about. Whether it be from Hoseok excusing himself so Taehyung could get the reader to open up, or to the reader trying to get Jungkook to do things to make himself proud, or to how Taehyung was there for the reader when she had her break down. Romantic love isn't everything, so remember to keep your friend's close, and also don't forget about them when you are in a relationship! Anywho, I must apologize for how long it took me update. I am well aware of how long it was and I can't apologize enough. I don't want to make excuses, but a lot of things occurred this week, one of them being *cue dark music* writer's block! Luckily, I was able to overachieve it. I hope that this 11k chapter (i am SO sorry) somehow makes up the wait! I am going to try to update weekly, but no promises! I must thank you all again for the messages I've received. Whether it's a one sentence message or a five paragraphed one, I enjoy all of them, so much. From everyone who reblogs, to everyone who hearts, to everyone who reads - I love you all, and appreciate all of the support. Please feel free to send me your opinions, your theories, or your thoughts, I love receiving all sorts of feedback. And okay, it's so hard to write Yoongi this way. Especially after he goes live and he's so cute. The way his nose scrunches, and his eyes. Jesus. Is it obvious who I bias? Anyway, this is gettingto be  much too long. But just -- thank you, really, to everyone reading. I hope this chapter sufficed and pleased people, and I am sorry if it didn't. Have a fantastic day/night, and stay safe!