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blu-joons · 3 years

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You’re An Artist ~ Ateez Reaction

Seonghwa:

The smell of coffee hit you as soon as Seonghwa walked into the room, placing two mugs down on the desk that you had all of your equipment on.

“I thought you could with something to try and get you through whilst you work,” he grinned, glancing across to have a look at what you were working on.

“I didn’t even hear you come home,” you laughed, dropping your paintbrush to walk over and take the mug from him. “I can finish up if you want to do something.”

His head shook instantly, “I’m happy just sitting here and watching you work for a while. There’s something quite therapeutic about it I think.”

You smiled back at him, studying his face closely. “How was everything at work anyway? Did you get it all done?” You questioned, taking a much-needed seat.

“We got it all done,” he mused, “but you seem to nearly be done too. That canvas was nearly empty when I left for the studio.”

“It’s because I’ve been alone all day,” you joked, “not having anyone to interrupt me helps me to get quite a lot of work done through the day.”

“Now, why do I have a feeling that you could be talking about me?”

Hongjoong:

As you heard Hongjoong’s footsteps walk into your studio, you took a step back to show him the new project that you’d been working on, and finally completed.

“Is that us?” He questioned as soon as he looked at it, studying it closely. “Why did you never say that you were doing this?”

“I thought it would be a good present for you guys,” you informed him, allowing him to stand beside the canvas, “I noticed in the dorm that one room in the living room was empty.”

His head nodded, knowing exactly what you were referring to. “That would fill the gap perfectly, the boys would all love to have something from you too.”

Your smile grew as you saw how impressed Hongjoong was. “I didn’t really have anything else to do, so I thought I’d do a little something for you instead.”

“I love it,” he smiled, wrapping his arm across your shoulders, “I can tell that you worked a little harder on making me look the best too.”

“You’re just naturally the best looking one,” you teased, “it’s the easiest job in the world painting a face as handsome as yours is.”

“You’re far too good to me, and my painting too.”

Yunho:

His smile grew as he walked into the top room of the house to see you still stood in front of your easel, trying to come up with something to finish off the project you’d been working on.

“Are you planning on sleeping tonight?” Yunho’s voice asked, causing you to jump. He chuckled lightly as he walked over and stood beside you, taking a look at what you’d done.

“There’s not much left to do, I just want to get this done tonight,” you informed him, “I’ll come to bed once it’s done, I promise you.”

His head shook, resting his hand against your shoulder, “If you’re stuck, why don’t you sleep on it? Then you can come back to it tomorrow once you’ve got a fresh mind again.”

Your head moved to rest against his shoulder, “I just don’t know why I’m struggling. I can’t even decide what colour I want to use to fill that bit of the canvas.”

“You’ve worked well,” he comforted, kissing against your cheek, “so, why don’t you just finish this off tomorrow? It’ll still be here, and you’ll have plenty of time to work on it tomorrow.”

“I guess you’re right,” you smirked, placing your paintbrush down onto the tray, “I just hate that I’ve not been able to get it done.”

“There’s a new day tomorrow, don’t worry about this.”

Yeosang:

You were terrified as you handed Yeosang the present that you’d bought for his birthday. His hands tore at the wrapping paper, revealing a canvas painted, by you.

“Wow,” he chuckled, holding it up high so he could get a better look at it. “This is incredible, it’s perfect to go into my studio Y/N.”

“I remembered you saying that you wanted something,” you smiled, feeling his arm move around your waist, “so I thought I’d come up with a little something.”

The piece was small, but musical, just what Yeosang wanted. “This might just be the best present I’ve ever had; I can’t believe how talented you are sometimes.”

Your eyes rolled at his compliment, “I enjoyed doing it, especially knowing that it was going to be for you. Is it worthy to be in the studio?”

“Absolutely!” He cheered, placing it down beside him so he could hug you better. “Thank you for creating such a beautiful present for me.”

“I’m just glad that you like it,” you whispered into his ear, “I put a lot of heart into it, and I’m just glad that it paid off.”

“I can tell, and it most definitely has paid off for me.”

San:

He couldn’t hide his proud smile as he followed behind you into the gallery where several pieces of your artwork were hung, with many other people admiring all you did.

“This place looks incredible,” San smiled as he walked beside you, “I can’t believe you’ve got your own exhibition, and everyone loves it.”

“I’m exhausted, but seeing it come together now has made all of it worth it,” you chuckled, “I might just sleep forever now this is done.”

His head shook, snaking his arm around your waist. “You’ve worked so hard, but it’s all come together better than I could have ever imagined, and best of all, everyone seems to be enjoying it.”

Your eyes looked around at all the people who had come just to see your work. “I’m hoping that I get a few sales from today, that would be the icing on the cake.”

“You’ll definitely get some sales,” he assured you, “it wouldn’t surprise me if this exhibition is empty by the end of the day with how talented you are.”

“You’re cute,” you teased, jabbing into his waist, “but I think they’ll definitely be a couple of pieces that get left behind.”

“If they do, then I’ll be the one to buy them.”

Mingi:

You took the pencil that Mingi offered you as soon as you finished up the painting you’d been working on. He’d been on standby for quite some time to hand it across to you.

“I’m so glad to sign this off,” you breathed, kneeling down to sign your signature into the bottom right of the painting. “That one was tough.”

“My parents will love it though,” Mingi grinned, helping you stand back up once you’d done. “A painting from you is the perfect anniversary gift for them.”

You smiled across at him, “I just really hope that they love it, I’ve put so much into it, I just don’t want to disappoint them with it.”

His head shook, squeezing you tightly, “any time my parents see a piece of your work they love it, and I’m absolutely sure that this will be no different.”

“I can’t wait to see their faces,” you whispered, resting against his chest, “as long as they’re happy faces, if they’re sad, I reckon I’ll just run.”

“They will be happy faces,” Mingi assured you, “I wish you could recognise how talented you are a little more in yourself sometimes.”

“I just always get scared that I’ll let someone down.”

Wooyoung:

You could hear footsteps walking up the stairs to your studio, opening up the door before Wooyoung even reached the top step to greet you.

“There you are,” he smiled, closing the distance between the two of you. “I was just wondering if you had any plans to come to bed tonight?”

“I didn’t realise how late it was,” you sighed as you glanced across at the clock. “I’ll be through soon, you go back and get some rest, you’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

His head shook, standing behind you, “I’m not going to sleep until you are. I’ll just stay here and keep you company until you’re done, as long as you don’t mind?”

Your head tilted back to look up at him, “of course, I don’t mind. I promise, I’ll work as quickly as I can to get it all done and then we can head to bed.”

“Don’t rush it,” he quickly warned you, “take all the time that you need. I’m happy to wait, I’ll still be able to get up in the morning.”

“If you stop talking to me, I can get it done,” you teased, feeling his hands jab into your waist. “If you make me make a mistake, I’ll just have to start again.”

“I’ll behave, I promise. You just do your thing.”

Jongho:

Any time Jongho saw what you were working on, his breath was taken away. When he walked in and saw you working on a new commission, he was left standing in awe.

“That looks incredible,” Jongho spoke as he joined you in the room, “you’ve got so much of it done today too, I’m sure they’ll love it.”

“It’s come out well,” you admitted, taking a step back to get a better look at it. “I just hope you’re right and they do like what I’ve done and matched the brief.”

His head nodded as he read through the email that they’d sent you. “They’ve asked for a nice floral piece for a living room, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s definitely what you’ve delivered.”

Your lips pursed together, as the self-doubt began to creep in. “If it’s going in their living room, do you not think it needs a little something more?”

“No way,” he quickly assured you, knowing exactly what you were like. “You don’t want to do too much, this is perfect as it is, I promise you.”

“Alright,” you smiled, placing your equipment down before you tried to touch it up again. “Now, all that’s left is to package it up to send off.”

“I’ll give you a hand with it, so you don’t mess it up.”

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strawberry-sunflower · 3 years

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I’ve met my soulmate!! Only problem is he comes from a classy background (Like the president of my country was his moms professor).. meanwhile I grew up in a council estate. How on earth do I keep from him how broke I am and how trash I am. He’s so educated, tall, feminist, way more political and woke than I am. He’s also nerdy as hell which is the hottest thing to me, he’s gonna teach me how to play DND. I don’t know how he even exists or why he’s interested in me!! But it’s only the background thing, I mean I work at McDonald’s and part time study meanwhile he goes to an elite university studying law 🙃 and the plot twist at the end is I’m not even pretty so WHAT is in it for him

I'm sorry that you've been struggling with this, my lovely! I've put some advice for you under the cut, but before I get into it, know that I am giving you a small kiss on the forehead and wrapping you up in a blanket because you are wonderful and you need to remember that 💕 ok Auntie Heather's advice:

1.) this is going to sound harsh but I am nothing if not a blunt Sagittarius, so here we go: in my experience, it isn’t wise to put people on a pedestal, PARTICULARLY so highly above yourself. If you put people on pedestals, the only way for them to go is down, and at the end of the day, as lovely as this guy sounds, he really is just…. some guy. He’s guaranteed to have faults and insecurities of his own. Just because your social situations and backgrounds are different, that doesn’t make him any better than you – he is literally just a tall, nerdy dude, he is not more special than you, or worth more than you, just because of the life he was born into. Keep reminding yourself of that because when he inevitably reveals his true, messy human nature (a nature we all have!) it might come as a bit of an unwelcome surprise

2.) Honestly, if he does turn around and say that he wants someone “pretty and rich” and that you’re too “broke” for him then you’ll be dodging a bullet because that would be incredibly shallow and horrible of him. But if he’s as nice and woke as you say he is, he’s going to understand that the class system is disgusting and broken and should never influence the way you view someone or change the value you put on them. Also! I bet you’re incredibly pretty! But “pretty” is SO subjective, and you’ve got to remember that often people’s personalities influence perception of attractiveness – regardless of where we all fall on the “traditional” (often grossly Westernized) standard of beauty, most of the time people find us attractive because of our personalities, the way we treat people, the things we’re interested in, how funny we are etc etc. And it sounds like he’s already plenty interested in your personality because he’s willingly suggesting you two hang out and play DND together, so that’s half the battle already!

3.) Another thing I’ve learnt the hard way, but self-confidence is important! Not even self-confidence really, but self-neutrality. You have GOT to believe in yourself, my lovely, because nobody else is going to be your cheerleader, you’ve got to do it yourself. It’s taken me 26 years to find a sort of levelled out self-neutrality where I know I can talk to anyone, get on with anyone, have a handle on most situations without self-doubt getting in my way and wobbling me, so it does take a long time to get to that point but it is entirely reachable. Honestly, once you realise that a) you are absolutely fine and people definitely do not tear you down as much as you tear yourself down and b) everyone else is just a dumb, fallible human being too, it makes life a lot easier haha. The thing is, if you’d never spoken to him before in your life I could understand it, but he’s clearly interested in you enough to teach you how to play DND, yknow? You’ve clearly built up a rapport with him that’s centred around your interests which to most people is the most important thing in a relationship with someone, platonic or romantic. So have a little faith, sweet pea – you are just as much a cool, interesting, fun person as he is, and he’s clearly interested in that because he wants to hang out with you!

I dunno if any of that helped haha, I am just an idiot aromantic who has never had a crush on a real actual human before, but at the end of the day it all boils down to the fact that you are better than you think you are, and he is probably not as great as you think he is. And both of those things are completely fine! Let yourself and let him be human beings just vibing together, and that’ll make interactions together a lot less intense or anxiety-inducing because you’ll both be on an even platform. You are so so brilliant, please do start believing in it, and I really hope things work out for you in the future!! I am rooting for you so please keep me informed! 💕 💕

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ellastar1980 · 4 years

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Charmed end of season wrap up

Season Two thoughts...

WELL....

That has been some roller coaster. Not even sure I know what the **** is going on, who knows who, what happened to, well take your pick.

Saying that, I can sense a distinct difference in tone for the last few episodes and something like a return logical, organic progression of events.

I want to acknowledge that this season has been subject to some unfortunate circumstances, not least the pandemic that cut it short, but throughout it all I have not had such an uplifting experience as I’ve had on Twitter and Instagram with the amazing people that make it happen.

From the actors to the writers, wardrobe to visual effects and make-up, it’s clear this production is filled with incredibly talented people who have made this more than another job. They’ve made it, and us watching, feel like family. I know we thank you from the bottom of our hearts and I hope we can return the favour over the coming months.

Each of the characters have had so much to contend with the past season after their lives were turned upside down. Some have been left reeling and coping with their current situations, while others have flourished and stepped up as the events needed.

MEL

In the first season things were as comfortable and everyday for Mel as they were going to get. She was however the first to embrace the idea of being a witch. Season two shows how innate that choice was.

Never one to be happy left behind, she uses her wits to excel. She laps up all the information she can get and takes chances following her gut. Never afraid to put herself out there she’s a driving force, filling the role of eldest even though she’s technically not.

She still has a fire - it drives her - but is recognising more and more when to step back. It’s not in her nature to do so, with such a high sense of justice. More recently, when Maggie and Ray had their issues, I was impressed that her silence and feeling of powerlessness in this situation led her to stop. It’s devastating to realise there’s nothing you can do. Maggie needed to do it herself.

With her love life, I loved the sweet dynamic with Kat and the powerful connection with Ruby. I have no idea how things would have progressed had Kat still been in the picture but the reveal in 219 felt so compelling, it felt like it needed Ruby. I’m not sure how it will progress or even if Ruby can forgive being drawn back into the Witch world without resenting Mel, that’s something that will be interesting to see.

MAGGIE

I’m astounded at the progress Maggie has made this season. Much like Mel, she adjusted to each situation as needed and took on more responsibility i would have ever expected from a 20 year-old sorority student. Establishing a basis as part of Safe Space was essential and she stepped up to the plate like a champ.

It’s clear from early episodes she resents being seen as powerless and young. This is her growth story, her chance to break free.

She’s also dealt with her family history instead of hiding. For someone so connected with how others feel, it’s difficult to turn that on yourself. It’s much easier to just make everything seem OK. The only time she could confront Ray was with Mel by her side. It must have been jarring to have to do it on her own but she did, and with that asserted her independence and voice.

Her relationship with Jordan is truly lovely. Since it’s a deep platonic basis in a shared supernatural situation, the whole scenario doesn’t have a trope. Is he still with his girlfriend? I don’t know but I’m not sure it matters. Nothing that’s happened between them is remotely cheating, Maggie has a support as does Jordan, arguing the question - is this something that qualifies cheating? Having a caring, deep relationship with another woman is not allowed? Maybe if you’re related but... and that is truly sad.

However it proceeds, I appreciate this time. The moments where he really does look at her in awe. Where she cares about him. Where there’s something there but it’s not what you expect. Were that all relationships as deep.

Her story has so many ways to go but right now, it’s where it needs to be. She has grown from the childish ways to being a force to be reckoned with and I look forward to it.

MACY

The chaos of episode 201 was just the kind of circumstance Macy Vaughn would hate. It’s out of control, vulnerable mayhem where her abilities are useless and where events left her the most unnerved.

Worry for their Whitelighter, poisoned, her mind violated, her sisters in danger, almost dying, finding a new demon power and finally being under the most pressure to protect the witch world - she had it bad and that was just the first episode.

It didn’t get any better - the pressure got worse, she thought she’d found an ally in a fellow demon/witch hybrid, kidnapped by Darklighter... the list goes on! The ‘love affair’ with Julian was of no comfort since her heart was being twisted up by Abigael’s relentless and VERY predatory pursuit of Harry. Never have I witnessed a more uncomfortable storyline - from the bargaining for sex, the goading, the kneeling... Macy was diminished in every way possible and I’m still trying to figure out why or if there is some satisfying pay-off yet to come? I hope so.

The only bright spark - and seriously, it was very late in the game, - is the burgeoning relationship with Harry that was beautifully set up in season one but had to be ‘adjusted’ for season two. Macy and Harry were lovable dorks. I sincerely hope that comes back in the future - you can be both sexy and dorky.

The only other life line was her first love - science. Her face came alive at the world opened back up to her, so much so Julian received the afterglow. I hope her future effortlessly combines her magic and science just as it did before.

HARRY

I can’t possibly do justice to the incredibly complicated intricacies of Harry, Jimmy and James. Three totally different parts of the same man has left the Whitelighter we know so well questioning his existence and character. I can’t even imagine.

It’s horrific to wake up to the idea that you are not you because you want to be, you are you because others wanted it. How do you begin to discover who you are when all you’ve ever known is what’s been programmed? Would you still be a good person? Would you hurt the ones you love?

In this case I can more than make peace with his behaviour - it drove poor Helen to the depths of despair. My only frustration is relenting to Abigael - but I will always believe her permeating his mind and subsequent gestures were her attempt to influence him. I will hold onto that even after I’m told otherwise (la la la I can’t hear you what was that no still can’t hear you oh well).

Again his feelings toward Macy has been a saving grace. When questioned about ‘the attic apology’ I felt it would be for not being open with Macy, braving rejection and laying it all out rather than chastising her for not being sure where she stood. I did look for more there, I have to be honest.

But this might be why he’s considering using Maggie’s power. He’s not himself, and I don’t feel he truly will be until he merges with Jimmy.

Jordan

Should be part of the family. He’s there for them, he knows all the ins and outs and I NEED a bromance with Harry. That whitelighter needs it so much too... A++

Swan

What a delight! I love a quirky and interesting but dynamic cookie. A+

Marisol

I shall require spirit Marisol in the future. I was promised she would see Macy again and I’m holding her to that. Heartbreaking in 218. A++

Julian

Sorry man. Auntie’s lacky left a bad taste when you mentioned she’d already messed in previous relationships and you said NOTHING to her? Went downhill from there so no. D-

Abigael.

Poppy A++, Abigael F-

Ray

Who came up in my estimations significantly? Why yes it was you Ray, well done. I’m so interested in the dynamic of Marisol and Ray meeting again, I need it. Add in Dexter and I’ve got the popcorn. B+

Lee

Why, you powerhouse, where did you come from? One episode and I need to know more... (wishlist: Macy’s demon sister, willing to broker peace with witches to fight human threat.) A+

Kat

I do hope we get to check back in with the medium at some point - her abilities were so interesting and her dynamic with Mel so sweet B+

Ruby

I feel such a need for expansion on her distaste for witchcraft when she so clearly loves to do it. B+

Helen

No-one could fail to be devastated by Helen. Incredible. If only it didn’t have to end that way... A++

Jimmy

How complicated can a situation get... abduction is not a good way to communicate young man. D

Aunt Vivienne

Definitely the powerful, evil one... fine for now as the bad guy. C

Godric

Sidelined but formidable. I hope he sticks around. B

Parker

A nice throwback to S1 that turned so dark. Once he decides which side he is on I’m going to have to insist he commits to it. D

Celeste

The elders are no more, know your place! Adjust! Work with the Charmed Ones and BE BETTER. D

I cannot praise the cast enough - I’ve had so many ups and downs but the portrayals of Mel, Macy, Maggie and the double time for Harry and Jimmy, are more than we could have hoped for. I am in awe of all the factors that go into each episode and the traversing of issues dealt with daily to keep it going.

Thank you so much. Everyone.

I still see so much hope for the future and can’t wait for the final 3 episodes.

Here’s to Season 3!

Be safe, be well, be happy.

#charmed #charmedcw #macy vaughn #mel vera #Maggie Vera #harry greenwood #season two #Hacy

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javic-piotr-thane · 5 years

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TW One: Latter Days - the VORTEX article on the upcoming audio!

THEY’RE BACK and it’s all about the team (unless you’re Yvonne Hartman and then it’s very much all about you !)… We return to Canary Wharf in London to meet the team at Torchwood One for a third box set of adventures in Latter Days. Tracy-Ann Oberman is back in the heels and business suit of Yvonne Hartman, and Gareth David-Lloyd reprises his role as Ianto Jones.

In this box set of three tales we meet Yvonne’s mother; see Torchwood through the eyes of one of its cleaners; and Ianto finds himself trapped inside the retirement plans of Tommy – the head of Alien Acquisitions.

The set opens with Retirement Plan which was written by Ianto himself, actor Gareth David-Lloyd, and features a character we first met in box set one – only now, Tommy is retiring. But there’s something very wrong in the idyll of El Cielo, and it’s going to kill Ianto. There are spies, guns and snowmobiles, a secret base – and definitely piranhas!

Gareth says: “I’m a bit more familiar writing for the characters than I was the first time around when I had to go back over the first series of Torchwood One. I did some more research on Yvonne’s character for this one, but I know her and the others much better this time.

“I wasn’t given too much of a detailed brief – just that it was all to do with retirement – and that was it! The central character in this one is Tommy played brilliantly by Tim Bentinck who was in the first series of Torchwood One. Unfortunately, death is the way most people leave Torchwood – either that, or they are retconned! But Tommy has some ideas about retirement within the constraints of working for Torchwood and he’s planning an alternative. He’s been secretly pottering away on his own retirement dream but he needs Ianto’s help to realise it.”

As well as writing the adventure, Gareth is enjoying playing a different facet to Ianto’s character, having established himself as a firm favourite with listeners through his work at Torchwood Three in Cardiff.

He confirms: “It was great fun to play a different, more innocent side to Ianto in the first series, and to come back and write for him has been a great pleasure.

“The whole idea of Ianto living out his fantasies as a secret agent has been in my head for some time. Ianto and Yvonne get trapped in a James Bond world – it’s a bit risqué.

“When I was writing there were some moments where I thought Tracy-Ann will either love me or hate me for this – the reasons for which will become evident! “Yvonne is a great character. At least you know when you work for Torchwood that you are sort of being looked after by Yvonne – as long as you do exactly what she says! She can be very unforgiving if you stray from her agenda.” When you’re writing a script that features the character you play, do you ever consider giving yourself all the best lines?

Gareth laughs: “Ianto always gets a couple of nice dry one-liners, though there wasn’t any temptation to give myself the best lines – I definitely wanted to make the story about Tommy. Ianto has some fun interjections but Tim has got such great comic timing I wanted to utilise that as best as I could.”

A MYSTERIOUS FORCE is wiping out Torchwood in Locker 15, by Matt Fitton, the second story in this set, and the only person who can save London is a cleaner called Dave.

Matt explains: “The Torchwood One stories are all about office life, in a way. I just wanted to look at how Yvonne runs things, and what it is like working there for her. Yvonne likes to know her staff but she can be incredibly ruthless, to get the job done.

“The first box set was about the new person coming in to work at Torchwood and seeing it through her eyes; volume two was about business as usual and the day to day work. Series three is about what happens when you retire, and we’ve various stories about people coming to the end of their Torchwood working lives and their different ways of leaving.

“In Locker 15 they uncover a problem in the offices of Torchwood One and need the help of an old employee who used to be a cleaner and has been retired for a few years, as he might know something about what’s going on.”

Although Torchwood as a series features fantastical ideas, there’s always been an element of the real world to it. As the original publicity for the television series said, it’s The X Files meets This Life.

Matt explains: “Even though Torchwood are dealing with weird and wonderful aliens you’ve got to remember they still have an office to run – with people to empty the bins, refill the paper tray and fix the photocopier. Would someone who has done that at Torchwood need to be retconned when they leave, and what would the longer term effects of that be?

“Just what happens when someone retires from Torchwood? There’s a high mortality rate among its agents, but what about the cleaner? That’s when we meet Dave Cook, who Yvonne and Ianto find in a care home, and they try to prise information from his memory.

“In the past, we’ve likened Torchwood One to the TV series Archer which features a dysfunctional group of spies – here we have a dysfunctional office, which just happens to be full of alien hunters.”

THE EVENTS of the Torchwood team’s domestic lives come to the forefront in The Rockery by Tim Foley. Anne Hartman has retired to the country, which comes as a surprise to her daughter. Has Yvonne met a problem even she can’t solve?

Tim says: “This is probably the first Torchwood story I’ve pitched completely from scratch. I was watching the recording of 9 to 5 (from the previous box set) and Tracy-Ann squared up magnificently against Jane Asher. Yvonne’s dynamic with a figure that was older and equal to her was so electric. So I got in touch with James Goss and asked, ‘Are we ever going to meet Yvonne’s mother?’ Hint hint hint. He got in touch with Russell T Davies who really liked the idea, and then we found ourselves working out how we could meet Anne Hartman, what she was like and what she’d think of the daughter she’d raised. It turns out that the themes worked really well for the next Torchwood One box set, so I leapt at the chance to write it!

“Yvonne’s mother has retired early and Yvonne isn’t happy about it. Anne Hartman moves to the countryside and we see Yvonne bouncing back and forth between her life in the city and her mother’s new life in Shropshire. It’s a story of a strained relationship, with love and pain and things unsaid and strange plants at the bottom of the garden.”

For Tim, expanding on Yvonne’s personal life was something of a joy. He says: “This is somebody retiring who has never known Torchwood… and never wishes to know it. It would be very easy to write a character that was effectively Yvonne senior, but we found it far more interesting to imagine Yvonne as her father’s daughter (I obliquely referred to Yvonne’s dad in a previous Torchwood story since we decided he’s mentioned as working in security in a certain 1970s Doctor Who!).

“Who, then, is Anne? I’m really excited for listeners to meet her. Unlike her husband and her daughter, Anne has always tried to live a quiet life. But with Yvonne back in the picture, there’s hardly going to be much of that…”

Tracy-Ann adds: “There’s so much love for Yvonne. Whenever I’m on tour, people bring her up and say how much they love her in Big Finish.”

Matt Fitton and producer James Goss have previously told Vortex that their writing for Torchwood One has been partly inspired by bad office jobs they’ve held in the past. Has there been anything from Tim’s own working life that’s fed in to this story?

He reveals: “I mainly work in theatre, and this script is the most play-like I’ve written for Big Finish (that’s something James Goss noted as well, I think he called me out for using act breaks!). It’s three characters navigating what it means to be human; it’d work well on stage. I adore the fact that Torchwood as a show can be this flexible. Some days I get to write about the end of the world, and on other days I get to write about a lonely woman tending to her rockery. When I retire myself, it’s a time I’ll look upon very fondly!”

TASKED WITH bringing the trio of tales to life was director Barnaby Edwards, who tells Vortex what he thinks makes Torchwood One so special: “We only got a glimpse of Yvonne Hartman on television before she met her well-deserved cybernetic fate. And yet those brief minutes during which she lit up the screen with her ruthless, camp, solipsistic effulgence were enough to make us thirst for more. Similarly, we never got as much Ianto as that character merited.

“So, for me, what makes the Torchwood One adventures so special is expanding our knowledge of Yvonne, the black widow spider who is the master brain at the centre of Torchwood’s web, and Ianto, the loyal puppy who is very much the heart of Torchwood.”

Barney – who also directed the first two box sets of this series – particularly enjoys working with the series’ two main leads. He says: “Tracy-Ann and Gareth are two of my favourite performers. The partnering of cynical Yvonne with the exuberant, innocent and utterly loveable Ianto is what makes these stories such a joy to direct. They’re the best double act around.”

And were there plenty of memorable moments during the recording days? Barney grins: “Many, actually. Hearing Ianto’s James Bond fantasies, finding out what makes Tommy (Torchwood’s Q, played by the brilliant Tim Bentinck) tick, and – of course – meeting the only woman more terrifying than Yvonne Hartman: her mother!”

#latter days #big finish #torchwood #ianto jones #yvonne hartman #for everyone who (like me lbr) prefers to read almost everything on one website #ur welcome! :)

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Facing Worries Together (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

FACING WORRIES TOGETHER

I shouldn’t be allowed to make titles oops

Request : Hi can I request a draco x reader where the reader is Nevilles twin sister and when she finds out that bellatrix is his aunt she gets scared that Bella is gonna come after her but draco does everything to make her feel better - @rochelle-the-ravenclaw

Warnings: Angsty I guess, I can’t write for shit this is so bad I’m sorry.

I knew people were going to find it weird, me dating Draco Malfoy of all people. Other people couldn't see beyond his surname, no one else had tried it would seem. It had originally taken me a while to see it too, to see his sweet side, the soft side he covers with his cold façade and his teasing.

It had actually taken me getting incredibly worked up about his teasing of my brother, Neville, and storm after him as he left potions to chip away at part of his wall. I'd finally caught up to him entering the owlery and from behind him I asked why he was doing it, all the teasing and bullying. He didn't have an answer and he'd looked like he was about to break down, so I'd let out a sigh and dragged him up the steps before sitting him down and just listening to him talk.

After that we talked more and more, growing closer much to everyone else's dismay, especially Neville's, though he trusted me enough to make my own decisions. It was just before getting on the train at the end of fourth year that we got together, when, saying goodbye to him, I worked up all my courage and pressed my lips to his, pulling back before he could process it and, embarrassed, I'd ran away before he could stop me. Neville kept asking if I was okay all the way to the station but I'd kept silent until, the next day, a large, expensive looking owl swooped in at breakfast with a letter addressed to me, from Draco Malfoy.

By the beginning of fifth year we were together and people were very confused. By now though, I thought people would be over it, but apparently not , although today I found out why.

"Is it not a little odd, with his auntie being well, you know..." Lavender hints before trailing off with a small blush hinting at her cheeks.

"Hmm?" I hum, flipping the page of my book.

"I thought you might find it a little difficult to be with him given Bellatrix Lestrange is his auntie is all." She admits and for a second I don't think I've heard her correctly.

I look up from my book with a frown and stare at her.

"What?"

Lavender's eyes widen in shock, her cheeks washing completely red now and her mouth hangs open as if she's not a clue what to say.

"Y-you didn't know?" She stutters.

I shake my head violently, feeling my heart racing in my chest.

Draco doesn't like to talk about his family past his mother and father, he likes to tell me about his mum's failed attempts at baking cookies the muggle way, or, late at night during our many meetings at the astronomy tower, how his father intimidates him, how much he hates the mark on his father's wrist and how much he wishes his family was normal. He's never once told me that his aunt happens to be Bellatrix Lestrange, the women who tortured and drove my parents mad.

"Oh my goodness, (Y/N), I'm so sorry." Lavender rambles. "I thought you know or I never would have said anything."

It's an odd feeling that washes over me, like suddenly everything is out of place and nothing seems normal for a minute. There is also that bit of anxiety that makes me feel queasy as I push myself from my seat.

"I need to uh, go." I explain to Lavender whose face is riddled with guilt. "I'll see you later."

"(Y/N)..." She starts but I've already grabbed my book and started to walk to the door.

I already feel guilty about missing mine and Draco's study date as I enter the common room. I was supposed to just have dinner and go to the library with Draco, but Lavender's revelation has left me with an anxious feeling that won't leave and I know there is someone else I need to speak to.

After climbing the stairs to the Gryffindor boy's dorm, I'm disappointed to find it empty, though ridiculously messy, beds unmade and articles of clothing strewn across the room. If I was less anxiety ridden, I'd roll my eyes, but with the heavy threat of tears I just climb straight into Neville's bed, the only one that seems to have had someone attempt to make it, and curl into a little ball.

The fear the pit of my stomach isn't completely unnecessary, I trust Draco, he's not like his family, but that doesn't mean his family will stop just because he's dating me, it means they'll have easier access to me, and to Neville.

"Uh, (Y/N)?"

I sit up quickly to see Harry and Ron, stood in the door way, frowning in concern at seeing me in my brothers bed, very clearly not dying of happiness here.

"Are you okay?"

"C-can you get Neville if he's around, please?" I say, my voice cracking slightly and Ron nods with wide eyes, grabbing Harry's arm to pull him down the stairs but Harry doesn't budge.

"Is it Draco, did he hurt you?" Harry asks and I almost smile at him.

It's no secret to me that the Gryffindor boys can be protective of me, they all just about threw a fit when Draco and I went official and though I can tell Harry's question is partly fuelled by his rivalry and growing obsession with Draco, I can still hear the genuine concern in his voice.

"No, it's not him." I say with a sniffle. "Not really,"

It's not really a lie, it's not Draco directly, just his notorious death eater of an aunt.

"Okay..." He says unconvinced. "We'll go get Neville."

"Thank you." I say as they disappear back down the stairs.

It's not long before I hear footsteps approaching again, though this time only one set and it's followed by the door swinging open to reveal Neville, eyes wide at seeing me in such a state.

"(Y/N)..." He breathes, coming forward and pulling me into his arms. "Harry and Ron said you were upset, what's wrong."

" I-I-" I start and the tears finally fall and he pulls back looking down at me.

"If it's Malfoy I swear I'll..."

I let out a shocked laugh at this, I can't help it.

"You'll what, Nev?" I ask and his cheeks redden despite his angry look. "Hit him? You know that's not in your nature."

"I'll put stinksap in his robes and the smell linger for weeks." He says angrily.

"How daring." I tease though my smile is soon replaced by another bout of tears. "It's not him."

"What happened." He asks softly, sitting back on his bed and I push myself back to sit with him.

" Bellatrix is his aunt." I mumble and I feel him tense beside me.

We sit in silence for a moment before he sighs.

"I know."

I sit up, wiping my tears on my sleeve and stare at him in shock.

"You didn't think to tell me." I ask, not hiding my irritation.

"I assumed you knew too." He defends. "Plus, I may not like him but he was making you happy."

"His aunt ruined our parents, Nev." I frown. "That's some important information."

"Well I'm sorry." He says defensively. "But what would it change if you knew?"

" A lot!"

He looks at me with a mixture of concern and confusion.

"You can forgive him for his actions through the four years you've known him and can look past his parents actions, why does Bellatrix make a difference.

Is he being serious right now, because I might hit him if he is.

"You are kidding right?" I ask. "She tortured our parents, drove them mad."

"I know that." He sighs in a pitiful attempt in defending himself.

"If I'm with Draco, she can come after us easier." I say, my voice lowering to a pathetic whisper. "I can't let that happen, I won't put you in danger like that."

He looks even more concerned now and he puts an arm around my shoulder.

"Don't worry about me, (Y/N)." He says. "Just do what makes you happy."

"Knowing you're not in danger will make me happy." I say and Neville looks unconvinced.

"It's your choice." He says. "Are you going to break up with him?"

My heart drops completely and more tears spill.

"Y-yes." I say before pressing my face into his side to hide my tears from him, knowing he has already seen them and would know anyway, on twins instinct.

"Dean heard you were sad and said you could pinch from his chocolate stash." Neville says. "You specifically, I'm not allowed any."

"Has he got chocolate frogs?" I ask pathetically through tears, it's muffled but I can feel Neville chuckle and gently get up, returning moments later with a hand full of chocolate frogs.

I know it's selfish and it's not making the situation any easier, but I've not managed to break up with Draco yet. I can't bring myself to do it and so it's become a week and a half of just avoiding him as best as possible and making terrible excuses when he asks me to go somewhere with him or talk to him. I don't want to break up with him, that's the truth of it. Over the last five months we've been together I've been so happy. The thought to breaking up with him hurts so I've avoided it.

It stops though, when Neville forces me to talk to him, fed up of finding me crying or stressing out in his dorm room. He told me to meet him in the potions classroom, which I do, although now that I'm here I see it's not just him I'm meeting. Beside him stands Draco, grey eyes wide when he sees me.

"(Y/N)..."He breathes and I can't help but look to Neville, feeling completely betrayed.

"Nev?"I squeak pathetically.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), but I'm beginning to work up a chocolate debt with Dean."He says. "Me specifically, not you- and you need to talk to him anyway."

Before I can even open my mouth to protest, Neville is fleeing from the room as Draco nods his head in a quick thanks as the door slams behind my brother.

"I uh."I begin but find myself completely lost for anything to say to Draco, being in the same room as his is making me realise how much I've missed him over the last week.

"Care to explain why you've been ignoring me all week?" He starts, I can see annoyance in his eyes and feel a surge of guilt hit me.

"I'm sorry."I say, though it comes out a whisper. "I'm so sorry."

His stormy eyes soften and he comes forward to take my hand in his own. He looks to me in concern now and I feel like I might burst into tears.

"We need to break up." I say, my voice wavering, tears edging closer to falling when he drops my hand in shock.

"What?" He asks, his voice sharp, his frown deepening.

"I think we need to break up." I repeat, holding my voice slightly more steady than last time but the guilt doesn't leave me. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" He asks, anger clear in the way he says it.

I try to think of a lie but with such little time I decide the truth is my only option.

"Lavender told me that Bellatrix Lestrange is your aunt." I admit and he tenses.

"You didn't know." He sighs, as if just realising it.

"No, I didn't." I explain.

His grey eyes meet mine as he runs a hand through his platinum hair in frustration, the angry look hasn't left his face yet.

"So you're just breaking up with me for it? You know I'm not like that."

"I know you're not, Merlin." I breathe out. "You're not anything like that I know."

"Then why?" He snaps.

"Draco, if I'm with you it gives her an easy route to Neville and I, I won't be the reason he gets hurt."

Suddenly he is looking angrier than before and I see him grit his teeth together.

"You didn't consider that I wouldn't let that happen?" He asks.

That takes me by surprise for a second because honestly, I would never expect that from him, to go against his family more than he already is by dating me and the revelation leaves me feeling kind of dazed and with even more respect for him than I already hold.

"I wouldn't like to put you in that situation either."

"Merlin's sake, (Y/N)." He lets out an exasperated breath. "I would never let anyone, not even my aunt, hurt you- or your brother, because even if we don't get on , he means so much to you."

My mouth drops open slightly and I gape at him, his words making my heart swell and I'm sure I'm holding myself back from just kissing him now.

"I will never let anyone hurt you (Y/N)." He says, softer now that he's calming down a little. "My family could never change that, because I love you so much, even the last week without you was unbearable."

I don't hold back this time, I launch myself forward and connect my lips to his, flinging my arms around his neck as he tries to stay upright after my surprise attack, then he's kissing back, hands running down my side and pulling me closer. We only pull apart for air and when his eyes reopen they're full of shock.

"I love you too." I smile, holding back tears. "I'm so sorry for ignoring you but I just panicked and I-"

"I get it, I understand, it would be a difficult thing to approach in your position." He exhales before pressing his lips to mine again, as if the experience had been so new for him that he had to do it again. "I'm sorry I never told you before, I assumed you knew, I'm sorry."

"I just don't want to get Neville hurt, or put you in a position where you'd go against your family more than you already are."

"Don't worry about me, (Y/N)." He says, pushing a strand of hair from my face and smiling.

"I'm sorry for being so selfish too, I ignored you all week because I couldn't bring myself to break up with you."I confess and he shakes his head.

"Don't worry about that." He soothes. "You need to stop worrying yourself over things you don't need to deal with alone, I'm your boyfriend, we are supposed to deal with these things together, okay?"

"Yeah." I nod, unable to rip my eyes from his and I resist the urge to lean in again.

"Next time, promise to come to me with things that worry you. I'll be here to listen, and to talk."

"I promise." I nod with a smile. "I love you."

I'm still giddy, on a high from his confession of love just minutes ago. I never believed he'd be the first to say it in our relationship, I always thought it would be me, and all of last week I believed I'd never get to say it aloud.

"I love you too." He grins, pressing his lips to mine again and I shut my eyes, allowing myself to melt into the kiss, feeling him grin against my lips as my fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He pulls back eventually and I can't figure out why until I hear the click of high heels and my heart drops.

"When your brother planned this..." Draco starts. "Do you think he planned for the situation in which Umbridge catches us?"

"Bless him, but probably not." I admit.

"Well, if we run quickly the Slytherin dorm is nearest."

"Sounds like a plan." I grin.

#this is so bad sorry #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco imagines #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #Neville Longbottom #harry potter #draco #malfoy #hogwarts #i can't write for shit #sorry

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“There’s no need to play the reluctant ingénue with me.” - Killing Eve episodes 2.01 and 2.02 in retrospect

Based on a discussion with @onaperduamedee that drove us both slightly crazy, LOL

Espionage stories are inherently all about fixed spaces and boundaries - nations and borders, centres and their entry and exit points - all very clearly defined systems operating on a specific language. Agents - rogues, spies, carriers of information, currency, weaponry - serve as the connective tissue in this framework. It’s a far, far more chaotic intersection of worlds than most agencies would have anyone believe, and being in control and in power is the best and most crucial spectacle that one can manage.

How does this work with women, who have, traditionally, never been considered a part of essential frameworks, be it morality or politics?

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I don’t pretend to know the ways of the world.

A means to an end seems a way.

Whoever’s got the most of whatever’s best -

All the better,

May the best man win.

This song has played thrice in the show till now: the first time when Villanelle climbs the pipes into a countryside mansion in Italy to murder a mafia lord in an extraordinary display of physical vitality and witchy absurdity. The second time, when Eve defies Carolyn’s instructions to travel to Paris to meet Villanelle, helped along by an unwitting Elena - who hasn’t even been taken on the trip to Russia and simply wants to join Eve the same way Eve had once wanted to join in the thrill of a spy’s life. The third time, it’s Eve uttering her name to open the gates of her new office, entering as a professional, where she’ll be working in an enhanced capacity to apprehend secret female assassins.

It takes the bewildered confession to an absent Carolyn for Eve to realise just how horribly awry her attempts to game the rules of the intelligence mission in her favour - her single-minded goal to find Villanelle - have gone. Villanelle comes to much the same conclusion when her new handler releases his choke-hold on her - her ability to rewrite the plot to the end that she becomes its irreplaceable protagonist, shielded by Konstantin till now, has gone up in smoke. The world is suddenly far less tolerant of Villanelle’s desires, and she’s no longer in a position to just not care about the system’s insensitivity. Both Eve and Villanelle have become trapped in a snarl of their own making, where their own wishes have been revealed to be incompatible with the systems they are a part of. The System is determined to show the two women their place - in the margins, in the streets, where they are servers, workers, pawns, carrying out the will of the state.

And they feel the same pressure; the bosses and handlers in this equation aren’t gone. Carolyn is just as ruthless as Raymond, only she doesn’t resort to physical violence to compel Eve to remain with the MI6, and she isn’t a mere handler. Like Flo said, Carolyn has reevaluated Eve on her return from Paris, and she sees her in a new light now - as an asset. And, I would add, as someone who knows, and figures out, a lot more than Carolyn can always control. The only way to keep a tab on the unfiltered information that leaks out is to keep a hand on Eve’s shoulder.

With the new turn of events (series 2), Carolyn’s attitude towards Eve seems to have changed accordingly. Her body language is slightly different, somewhat more showy. She’s less deadpan and professional as she’d been earlier, and a process that began with Carolyn and Eve spending time together as part of the mission and together in the hotel in Moscow has developed into Carolyn having become used to Eve’s admiration to the point of consciously expecting it. In the scene at the end of episode 2.02, where Konstantin is revealed to be alive and currently reading a book in Carolyn’s drawing room, Carolyn smiles while scrutinising Eve’s reaction to the reveal. It’s a very confident smile, demanding a response from Eve, certain that she’d be impressed. And Eve is impressed. Carolyn expects Eve to be frightened, perhaps, intrigued, or even paranoid. She admires Eve’s roguish tendencies although they frustrate her quite often, and she likes Eve’s appreciation of a mystery, and of women who can keep them. Part of Carolyn’s control over this brilliant, emotional woman is to amplify the image Carolyn shows everyone else - as a mastermind who can do incredible things, things for Eve (linking her her moisturiser of choice, arranging a witness protection scheme for her, even a new name), things to Eve (bringing back people from the dead to keep an eye on her as well as protect her, throwing her into Villanelle’s path to be devoured as a matter of course), anything to anyone. The bigger difference here is that Carolyn, probably for the first time, is bringing Eve closer to understanding how it works.

Eve: What am I doing here, Carolyn? Going through the charade of solving your test.

Carolyn: Well, you’re proving yourself useful.

Eve: No. What’s going on? With Konstantin and Moscow, and what were you doing, talking to Villanelle in that prison? I mean, who do you even work for? Are you part of the Twelve?

Carolyn: What really happened in Paris? Why was Nadia’s note addressed particularly to you, and why are you and Villanelle so interested in each other? You see how it works?

If that necessitates revealing sensitive information to Eve in carefully considered pieces - Kenny being Carolyn’s son, Carolyn playing a part in keeping Konstantin alive - so be it. Revealing information, as Flo said, would be a test of Eve’s ability to use it, and to gauge her behaviour.

Flo, as usual, was bang on target when she said in the tags that Carolyn shouldn’t be surprised about Eve’s obsession with Villanelle; Carolyn might be just as obsessed with Eve. Eve isn’t alone in her descent into the abyss, as Bill had called it so long ago. They’re all on their way down. Eve’s particular obsessions are very much a product of the “normal” relationships in her life, their high points and their lows. It’s just that Eve doesn’t always bother to hide her desire, which, like Villanelle’s and perhaps Carolyn’s too, completely diverges from the limited spectrum allotted to women by the traditionally androcentric medical, psychological, and philosophical institutions. They literally are deranged. But Eve’s very real penchant for violence and politics is born out of her own hard work and her own psycho-spiritual crises and epiphanies.

Although she still underestimates herself, I think Eve does understand the power dynamics she's become a part of with Villanelle, Konstantin, Kenny, and Carolyn. She's taking her time to process everything because, in spite of the trap she’s found herself in after the encounter in Paris, her new position suits her. The power she has now becomes her. And she's honestly loving the fact that she's an important part of investigations without being encumbered by too many rules because she's still on the edges of The System. Eve’s status as an outside expert, a rogue agent, is her greatest weapon as well as her Achilles heel. It’s impossible for her to just “go home” now; her locus has shifted. She’d thrown away home for the sake of the world outside, The System beyond the home, and now she’s adrift. She can’t pretend anymore.

Villanelle: I know her better now. I know her better than anyone. Better than she knows herself.

Eve: You think he was murdered. You think he was.

Carolyn: Yes, so I thought I’d draft in the head of the fan club.

(Also, that last bit is hilarious. You can tell the head writer is a woman.)

An eye for an eye

Is a blind man’s rule.

I wasn’t going to follow.

I’m nobody’s fool.

So now, Eve is the one - like Villanelle in ep. 1.01 - entering and exiting government intelligence offices, palaces and parliaments of knowledge and power, who must be given protection against assassins, who’s not entirely comfortable in her marriage, who’s surrounded by people - powerful people - who want her input on Important Stuff. Eve is now the princess in the castle, and Villanelle must now play the part of the hero from the more mainstream romances, the errant knight reinterpreted, who must remain herself and journey across foreign lands and endure a Whole Lot Of Crap to reunite with the princess. The gender dynamics have been subverted and plugged to industrial-strength batteries to set the screen and our minds on fire. As Flo pointed out, Eve is at the centre of others’ attention, especially the admiration of both the government intelligence officer and the enemy assassin, the two big polarities of a spy story, but the optics is different because this triangle has nothing to do with the male gaze and the male fixation with the heroine. On the other hand, in the final scene of ep. 2.02, Konstantin sits on the sofa as simultaneously the most and the least important person in the room - the ace in the hole with some tricks of his own still left, but in the end a subject in a plot engineered by women, where the main tension is between two women negotiating the balance of power between themselves. For perhaps the first time in fiction that traditionally operates on strict gender roles, a man serves as currency here, a floating element used to reinforce the relationship between women.

Talking of home and the gender dynamics here, something in Carolyn and Eve’s exchange sticks out:

Eve: I need to go home.

Carolyn: Home? Is that really what you want? I mean, what do people do at home?

It’s the first time this season that Carolyn’s anger shows for just a second before she reins it in. But compare that with the exchange in Annihilation (2018):

Ventress: We need to come to an agreement about what to do with you.

Lena: You’re not going to let me go home?

Ventress: Is that what you want? To go home?

And then with Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000):

Jade Fox: [to Jen] What good is a home? You’ve gone so far. Now we can go all the way together.

Home is an extremely fraught topic here. Just gonna quote Flo here: “This show is a dream come true when it comes to so many female narratives. We never talk about home to male characters unless as something to leave behind to live an adventurous life.” But the dynamic is so different here where the heroine and her mentor/boss are both women, and they understand on a level where the other woman is coming from. The mentors don’t want the heroine to decline the call to adventure. Carolyn certainly doesn’t want to lose Eve; she’s too powerful, too clever, too useful. Carolyn had herself given up her life and her son’s to her career long ago, to the point that her relationship with Kenny now is inextricable from her political machinations. But the female mentor here also manipulates the heroine but ever so lovingly; defining the paths they will both tread on while assuring the heroine that its all going to be okay - no, that this is the best way. It’s more subtle, but in principle, it’s not very different from Villanelle approaching Nadia in her prison cell tenderly and mockingly, and then killing Gabriel in the hospital. Villanelle here classically serves as the monster whose shocking actions mirror the twisted relationships in Eve’s world.

So just how fundamentally Eve, Villanelle, and Carolyn have already rewired The System in their favour, although it is still innately hostile to them (Villanelle is now being used brutally by the Twelve, and Eve and Carolyn are both in dangerous positions), can be seen in the overall image of them as the primary trio of the show. Flo pointed out that Carolyn is almost omniscient, but Eve is the one who brings her the information truly necessary, and Eve is the one who discovered first Villanelle and now the Ghost. It’s why both Villanelle and Carolyn find Eve so fascinating, because Eve occupies such a precarious position and is so unpredictable and impactful. The Holy Trinity here, then, is Carolyn as God, Eve as the first human (incorporating aspects of Lilith here), and Villanelle as the Devil. Carolyn, said to be always twenty steps ahead of everyone else, brings Eve back into Paradise, the secret office full of resources and speculation that’s like the inside of Eve’s brain, that lets Eve run free with her pursuit of female assassins, the landscape where she can chase Villanelle. There's a wall full of maps and images trying to establish a pattern, and Carolyn's good at spotting patterns and understanding how people tick. Her whole agenda is to capture evil so that it serves her purposes, the purpose of the good. But this is so different from her previous exercises and missions - this necessitates the use of carnal knowledge that only Eve can bring. Passionate Eve, constantly toeing the line between desire and sanity, her perceptive, intuitive heart her finest treasure. Even before Villanelle has offered Eve the apple, both Villanelle and Carolyn know that here’s someone who is truly special. And now its their game to play, their mystery to stage.

#killing eve #eve polastri #villanelle #carolyn martens #ke meta #eve polastri meta #villanelle meta #carolyn martens meta #ke 2.01 #ke 2.02 #my writing #mine: killing eve

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Seeing the Past in a New Way to help you Move Forward in a Clearer Way

By Dana Mrkich

We recently talked about the effect of Pluto, Saturn and the South Node being together in the skies this year. Today we’re going to focus on Saturn and the South Node as these two are pretty much side by side for the next 4 months until the end of September. This is a huge time for getting your act together, letting go of what needs to be let go of, and moving forward with purpose.

Whether by choice or through circumstance it will feel like you are coming face to face with the past over and over again. You may be confronted to look at:

What old baggage am I still carrying around?

What old stories and beliefs am I holding that no longer serve me?

What patterns do I keep repeating that I am DONE with?

With this baggage, with these stories, beliefs and patterns, some of them might be connected to your past in this life, others are connected to your family and their story, or your ancestral lineage/multi-generational patterns. Some could be past life related (soul lineage).

With old stuff like this, it can often be the case that we’ve cleared/healed our beliefs on a conscious level but on a subconscious level or on an “emotional set-point” level we’re still lugging them around. For example, consciously you may genuinely believe that you’re always taken care of, and that you always have enough. However you might find yourself constantly repeating old money patterns, or old emotional reactions to those money patterns. The emotional reaction is part of your OLD emotional set-point (your emotional set-point is the emotion you keep falling back down to time and again be it disappointment, anger, frustration etc) and it’s this emotional reaction that keeps habits/actions/energy alive that keep the whole cycle going!!

This repeating cycle is a result of decades, if not lifetimes, of a certain groove being conditioned to act and respond a certain way. Whatever your old groove is, whatever that old wound is that keeps getting poked and prodded, Saturn and the South Node are joining forces to help you say “ENOUGH!!!”

All this is happening in the sign of Capricorn which is about being an adult. It’s happening opposite Cancer which represents our inner child. So for a lot of us, wherever we have been acting through the lens of our inner child, wherever we have felt like the victim, wherever we are in blame mode, wherever we feel dependent, needy, not good enough or overly sensitive, it’s time to emotionally grow up. It’s time to be the parent that we perhaps never had, or wish we had.

Saturn represents the father so for some of us our 2019 healing story could be related to our father or anyone who was in a father role when we were growing up. It also represents authority in any form, so if you have any sort of entanglement with authority this year it would be very beneficial to look within and ask:

Where am I ready to own my inner authority in a greater way?

Where am I ready to step into greater responsibility?

Where am I apologising for being who I am?

Where do I feel I have to justify my very being?

Where am I still acting like a child/living in child-mode?

Where do I need to claim my adulthood (and autonomy)?

Saturn is about taking responsibility. Saturn requires discipline, patience, hard work, practical action, taking one step at a time to reach long-term rewards and goals. There is no cutting corners here.

Is there something you have been wanting for a long time? Something you’ve wanted to do, become or accomplish? This Saturn/South Node energy is ideal for seeing very clearly what’s been holding you back, knowing exactly what you need to do to let that go, and take steps to move in the direction of your choice.

Saturn is about consistency and commitment. It’s about showing up – especially for yourself. If you want something, go for it – but you have to show up and do what needs to be done.

Here’s an exercise to help:

Write a list of things that you want to do, become or accomplish.

Next write a list with 2 columns:

Column 1: Why do I want this?

It helps to get clear on why you want what you want. Sometimes things have been on our want/to do list for so long, but they’re actually no longer relevant to our current version of who we are. Time to ditch those things. Sometimes we realise hang on, I only wanted this to prove something to my parents/society. Actually I really don’t want this! Knowing why you want something helps you to stay motivated even when the fruits of your efforts aren’t yet here in their full form.

Column 2: Why I don’t want this.

This column can be a tough one if you think “no part of me doesn’t want this!!” Trust me, if something is not in your life that you want, there is a part of you that for some reason either doesn’t want it, OR doesn’t want it yet (right timing is everything!!!) Be open to whatever wants to come through onto the page. With things we really want, there are usually conflicting thoughts within us eg if I have, let’s say, more success, then that means I will have less time, I’ll be more open to criticism, online attacks etc etc. Working through those conflicting thoughts will help soften them, so that what you really want can come to you in an easier way. You don’t necessarily have to let go of conflicting thoughts. Using the above example, yes, more success will likely mean that at times you’ll have less time! (Other times it will mean you have more time!). So it’s more about just acknowledging the conflicting thought and saying well yeah, that’s true, but I’m okay with that.

You might see that the conflicting belief is trying to help you. For example: The belief might be: “a new relationship will mean I have less time to myself”. Maybe right now time with yourself is super important to you. Maybe your soul very much needs time outside of being in a relationship. So in this case you might agree that this no-relationship time is a gift, and thus enjoy it while it lasts instead of resisting it.

Restriction and Control

Saturn can manifest as “restriction” in some area of your life. If that’s the case for you, ask: “How is this restriction serving me?” Lack of money for example is a good motivator for finally going for that promotion we would otherwise be too scared to ask for, or that new job, or finally getting some business idea off the ground. Lack of freedom is a good motivator for finally leaving home, or any situation you’ve outgrown. Obviously we don’t want to always attract “lack” in order to manifest “more” (if that’s your emotional set-point, it’s time to change that). Finding the gift in restriction is often the very thing that helps to shift it.

Saturn can also manifest as the control that ‘someone’ or ‘something’ has over you. With the karmic South Node on Saturn it’s time to come out from under this control. (This can include our own thoughts just as much as any external factors). You will feel a new liberation as these control layers start flying off you. This frees you up to live life much more in alignment with who you really are.

Saturn is all about being real – bye bye to anything built on illusion. Which brings us to the global stage…..

Where have we been controlled?

Who is trying (and in many ways succeeding) to control us?

Where have we given away our authority?

The South Node will help us see, in a clearer way, things we haven’t been able to see before. Just like we’re now able to see our personal wounds in a clearer way, our collective/global workings are being revealed helping us to understand why the world really is as it is. More on that in the next blog.

For now, when your old stuff/past stuff comes up, find the gift so that you can learn the lesson and move on from the pattern, OR if you feel you’ve already got the lesson it’s fine to say “Hey old pattern/old belief/old reality influencers, I don’t believe you anymore.” Most importantly: CHANGE your actions. If you are used to saying yes to something you don’t want to do, how does it feel to say no? If you are used to procrastinating about something you want to do, how does it feel to start taking regular action steps, even if it’s just tiny steps?

Has this Saturn//South Node conjunction started to affect your life already? How?

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dovechim · 6 years

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so it goes 02

➾ alien!jimin x reader

➾ 6.7k, fluff, smut

➾ a/n: some important revelations in this chapter for later! also, jimin asks: what is love? 👾

➾ summary: Park Jimin knows a lot about humans. of course he does, he studies them for a living. he knows that they say hello by holding hands, and when they say goodbye, they put their arms around each other. but this particular human, he notes, is unlike the rest- stuck in a slump, going about your day praying for the Universe to stage an intervention in the form of an alien abduction. when he decides to finally fulfil your wishes, he finds that you have a little something to teach him about what it means to live life on Earth the way you do: ugly crying, underwear and all. in return, he shows you the possibilities that abound if you simply adopted their mantra: everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.

➾ 01 | 02 | 03

They’ve given you underwear now, so at least you weren’t embarrassed for nothing.

You’ve been informed by Hoseok that only males live on this part of the planet. The females form a separate colony of their own, and they don’t communicate or keep in touch in any way except for reproduction purposes, where the females get sent over every season. He ever so kindly offered to modify some of the clothing to fit your body a little better, apologising for the oversight on his part.

You could have stayed with him for hours just finding out more about this curious little planet, but you’re perceptive enough to realise that you’d be interrupting Hoseok at work. So you reluctantly ask for directions back to your room and take your leave.

You suppose it’s the same old routine, have a lonely dinner in the confines of your room and fall asleep on the luxurious sheets just waiting to be rudely awoken from this dream, nightmare, whatever it is. You still haven’t made up your mind.

But when you arrive back at your room, you realise that you’ve been left a tablet device with a message on it inviting you to dinner, and while a part of you is relieved at a change of routine, a fleeting moment of trepidation causes you to bury your face into the sheets.

You can’t turn down an invitation like this, who knows what they’d do to you? Besides, it’s not like you can hide in here forever.

Making your way to your closet, you finally change into the outfit that everyone else is wearing, but your fingertips graze the corner of your phone as you slip out of your jeans into the loose white pants provided. You haven’t had the chance to see if it’s still working yet, and while you definitely won’t have any cell service, maybe the more rudimentary functions will come in handy later. Holding your finger to the power button, you turn off your device and slip it into the waistband of your pants, which is thankfully taut enough to secure it before following the directions of the tablet to the dinner hall.

“Ah, what a pleasure it is to finally meet the Earthling.” A blond haired alien seated at the head of the table greets you as you arrive. Unsure of what the aliens would deem as appropriate manners, you can only nod back at him, eyes straying to Jimin who’s seated right beside you.

“Earthling, meet Yoongi. He is the highest rank of us all, and he’s in charge of defence and national security,” Jimin senses that you’re a little nervous, reaching over to pull your chair out for you and helping you to settle in.

“Nice to meet you too, th-thank you for having me.” Glancing around the table, you recognise most of the faces; Hoseok, Taehyung and Jeongguk are also present, which leaves one more face that is unfamiliar.

“Oh, that’s Seokjin, our head chef here,” Jimin follows your gaze to the alien seated opposite you. “He’s been preparing all your meals and sending them up to your room himself, but he got tired of it and decided that you should eat with us instead.”

“I’m sorry for causing you any trouble,” you say carefully, lacing your fingers together to keep from fidgeting. “If I’d known, I could have done something, or-“

All six of the aliens are obviously in on something that you’re not, because their marks are all flashing the same kind of sorbet yellow. Glancing at Jimin for the slightest hint, you see that his lips are curved slightly in… amusement? You bite your tongue to stop speaking immediately, terrified that you’d overstepped some custom or said something wrong, or-

“Calm yourself, little Earthling,” Yoongi is the first to speak, and judging by the look on his face, he doesn’t seem at all enraged, so you deem that your life is prolonged, at least for now. You belatedly remember that Jimin had told you they could all communicate telepathically, and you wonder what they’ve been talking about behind your back, or rather, right in front of your face.

“I’m not sure if Jimin has told you or not, but we are all connected telepathically, for ease of communication,” Yoongi carries on, reaching for his utensils, which is a sign for everyone else to do the same. “Our dinners are usually a silent affair, actually, most things on this planet are a silent affair. But I suppose we’ll have to make an exception for you.”

His last sentence is tinged with such ambiguity that you don’t quite know what to make of it, and you only have the gentle yellow marks, that are rapidly fading into a nondescript gray, on his cheekbones to go by. As everyone begins to tuck into their food, the lulling, camaraderie makes you feel a little at ease, relaxed enough to direct a question toward Hoseok.

“Wh- Is there a reason you picked humans to study? I mean, I’m sure there must be a million other species out here, and apart from the genetic similarities, I don’t see much other reason.”

The lavender haired alien considers your question carefully even as Yoongi seems to be listening with piqued interest. His attention on the conversation makes you feel a little ill at ease, and in fact, his entire demeanour, while not unlike his brothers in that very straightforward, no nonsense manner, still puts you off a little.

“Why not Earthlings, then?” A mischievous smile tugs on his lips as Hoseok throws your question back at you, and you roll your eyes at that word again. It was your mistake to start your question off like that.

“You guys seem pretty… peaceful here. Surely you must be baffled by all the unnecessary violence that occurs on Earth that we inflict onto ourselves. Warfare, cold blooded murder, rape, stuff like that. We surely haven’t mastered intergalactic space travel just yet, but if, or when we do, aren’t you afraid that we might bring our depravity here?”

“You’re giving yourself way too much credit,” Yoongi comments brusquely.

“Am I?” Something about his tone irritates you, and you can’t help but challenge the highest ranking alien at the head of the table. “Humans are the terrors of the Universe, someone once said.”

“You speak without knowledge of our planet’s own atrocities, Human,” Jeongguk steps in. “Whatever you’ve witnessed on your planet, we have also seen here. Today we may seem peaceful, but other days, we have wars as terrible and depraved as you can imagine, and worse. But there isn’t anything we can do about it, so we just don’t think about them.”

His logic seems incredibly bizarre to you, but no one else seems to find it strange, judging from their silence. “Just… ignore it?”

“We believe in spending infinity looking at the pleasant moments only, Earthling,” Hoseok clarifies. “If I remember correctly, that thing which you call free will; does not exist here. Everything is predestined the way it is, so there is no point harping on unpleasantness. The same reason there is no ‘why’. It just is.”

“And if you Earthlings are any wiser, you might think to adopt such a practice. Ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones.” Yoongi’s blatant condescendence once again gets on your nerves, but you’re still trying to digest what Hoseok has revealed.

Yoongi seems satisfied at your silence, his marks burning a bright sorbet yellow as he continues with his meal. You seal your mouth shut, determined to pass the rest of this excruciatingly painful dinner without a single word, but something Taehyung says catches your attention.

“Speaking of atrocities, we should fortify the boundaries, brother. Our current numbers aren’t nearly enough to withstand a potential invasion-“

“Invasion?” You can’t help but blurt, causing all heads to turn toward you. Beside you, out of the corner of your eye, you catch Jimin’s fingers twitching irritably as he cuts into his meal with a little more force than necessary.

“Taehyung, business matters should be kept from the table,” Yoongi starts in an admonishing tone, but it seems very half-hearted, and he doesn’t make an effort to change the subject. “But yes, Earthling. We are currently facing a… volatile period with our neighbouring colonies.”

“Must we really discuss such matters during dinner, Brother?” Jimin’s voice sounds suddenly from next to you, and he sounds so tense that your eyes search the rest of the table, trying to puzzle out the reason for it. “I’m sure we could find a more appropriate place and time.”

Everyone is silent for a moment, but you can feel the tension of held breaths and tentative glances from the others sitting at the table. In the silence that follows, you can only assume that arguments are being held in the soundwaves surrounding your head, and the mental image itself gives you a headache. For a moment this reminds you of jousting matches between two knights, where they’d size each other up with calculating glares and stony expressions before charging and clashing into each other with the force of a battering ram. But what are they really fighting over? It can’t be as simple as merely discussing work issues at the table.

“You are right, Jimin,” Yoongi finally relents. “Besides, we aren’t being hospitable to our guest, are we?”

As the attention shifts towards you, you turn your gaze to the plate in front of you, dissecting your loaf of meat into smaller pieces before picking them up with your utensil with more concentration than required. But you can feel all eyes are still on you even as you chew, and desperate to escape the spotlight, you swallow hard, searching your brain for something to say. It doesn’t help that the taste of the lukewarm food lingers upon your tastebuds like the heat of a humid summer’s day. But before you can blurt out something stupid, Jimin clears his throat.

“So, Earthling, how are you adjusting to our cuisine? Would you by any chance have some tips for Seokjin?”

“That’s right!” The aforementioned alien sits up straighter in his chair, grinning at you in welcome even as he takes in the damage you’ve done to your meal. “Don’t be hesitant, Earthling, I’m very much interested in how you prefer your food to be consumed!”

The strange syntax of his sentences has you fumbling around for an answer. “Um, well… on Earth we tend to eat things that are almost steaming hot, like this meat for instance.”

“Oh, that’s fascinating,” Seokjin is intrigued, leaning in as if to indicate his interest. “What does ‘steaming hot’ mean?”

“It’s… um… we make the molecules in the food vibrate at a certain frequency,” you butcher the scientific explanation horribly, but Seokjin seems to understand, because his face lights up and his marks are a pale buttercup. “It makes them taste better.”

“Ah that’s it! I should try it next time, Hoseok, were you aware of this?” Seokjin has whipped out a device of some sort, similar to the ones Jimin and Hoseok use to take notes on and is currently tapping on the screen. “Make… everything… vibrate at a higher frequency… taste better…”

“Wait, but not dessert though!” Beside you, there is a small saucer of what seems to be liquefied dessert, an ice cream of sorts, and when you taste it, it is indeed the same temperature as everything else. “For this, we make it… vibrate at a lower frequency than everything else.”

His puzzled glance makes you wave your spoon around helplessly. “It becomes a solid when at a lower frequency, and…”

It’s only then that you realise how fucking weird your own species is.

You’ve never been more glad to escape a dinner table than this very moment, but the second Jeongguk puts down his utensil- you’d garnered that he is the most junior of them all- you slip out onto the adjoining balcony for some fresh air.

The temperature has dropped significantly, but the cover of night does little to mask the ethereal beauty of this planet. The luminescent hues of the plants are illuminated by the moonlight, glowing and begging for you to explore them. But a sense of self-preservation wins out, and instead you reach for your phone to try and snap a picture of it in the hopes of striking it rich if or when you get back home. Maybe this can be published in some sort of scientific magazine, or maybe even your own autobiography of your experience being kidnapped by aliens, or-

“What’s that, Human?” A voice from behind you nearly scares you into dropping your phone over the threshold into the darkness that looms below, if not for his quick reflexes that has his hand gripping your own securely.

Jimin’s marks are a faint purple, and you pull away from him almost immediately.

“Um, it’s my phone, it’s-“

“I know what those are, Earthling,” he chuckles. “Besides, I think you’ve had a pretty tough time here so far haven’t you? Having to explain all these things to us. But I think you’re doing a good job.”

His unexpected affirmation confuses you a little, so you settle for watching the marks on his cheekbones turn into a soft, gentle gray tinged with a little hue of pink, like the sakura blossoms in spring. The soft muted colours grab your attention, and you can’t help but notice how pretty they look on him.

“I apologise for Yoongi’s behaviour at dinner,” Jimin says finally, and your eyes shift from his marks to follow the metallic golden streaks on his biceps that catch your eye with every movement he makes. “He’s not usually like this, but I would advise you to stay away from him, Earthling.”

“Why do you keep calling me Earthling?” You can’t help but ask. “I have a name, you know. It’s ______.”

He turns to you in surprise, contemplating the question with a pensive frown as he meets your eyes, closing the distance between you as he takes a step closer. “I suppose we’re all used to calling you by the name of your species. It is what we have been doing for so long.”

But his curiosity is now directed towards the device in your hands. “Can you show me what’s on there? Hoseok tells me that humans are pretty much attached to this device, it contains things like memories, useful information, things like that.”

When he puts it like that, in such a sentimental and overly romantic manner, a blush ignites your cheeks as you consider your original intentions of using it to record evidence of this entire escapade. Turning on the device, you wait for it to warm up before the lock screen presents itself, and before you can swipe past to unlock it, Jimin grabs your hand to get a closer look of it himself.

“Wait, who is this? Another Earthling, I presume?”

He’s referring to the picture of Namjoon and you standing beneath the Eiffel Tower with exhilarated grins painting your faces, all wrapped and bundled up in matching scarves.

“Yeah. He’s a friend of mine, we spent the last few months travelling all over the world together-“

“I think I recognise him. He was with you a few moments before we picked you up. And also you’ve been with him for the past six months.” Jimin says, more for his benefit than yours. He still has his grip around your hand, bringing your phone up closer to his face for a closer inspection, which means that your arm is raised uncomfortably high to accommodate for his height. It still unsettles you a little to recall that he has been watching you since who knows when, but it slips your mind when Jimin steps up behind you, chest to your back.

You can’t help but notice the cozy warmth that his body emanates as he crowds in close, chin hovering over your shoulder. Oddly enough, his proximity makes you feel at ease as he peeks over your shoulder, your arm now at a comfortable position, washing away all the unpleasantness that occurred at dinner, but you can only hope and pray that he doesn’t pick up on this emotion.

But you have nothing to worry about, because Jimin is still preoccupied with your lock screen. “You are happy here. With him.”

“I was,” you admit, swiping past the lockscreen finally to pull up your album of photos. “There are plenty more here. It’s just that we looked really good in that one, so I picked it as my lockscreen.”

Jimin doesn’t bother asking what a lockscreen is, since he’s more interested in scrutinising the photos of you, Namjoon and the both of you together, interspersed with random scenery shots. After a short moment of silence as you scroll past quite a number of pictures, Jimin exhales a warm puff of air right by your ear. “You’re right. You look the happiest there. Like you don’t have a worry in the world.”

Having mastered the art of scrolling, Jimin takes over from you as he blatantly flicks through your most intimate memories himself, but you can’t bring yourself to stop him. After all, he’s spent months or even years watching you, so how much more invasive can he get?

He pauses at a photo that you’d taken while at Disneyland, eyes bright in the reflection of the spinning carousel’s fairylights, a pair of ears sitting atop your head that Namjoon had mocked you for, calling you a basic bitch, but you still shelled out the cash to purchase anyway. There is a breathless laugh upon your reddened lips as you perch upon a prancing pony with an arched neck painted with gold embellishments, ears pricked and forelegs raised in a fanciful trot. You can almost hear the melodious tune of the carousel as you stumble upon this picture again, completely forgetting that you even took it.

“Actually, you’re wrong. You look happier here. And prettier too,” Jimin muses, and his tone is so unabashed that you’re a little taken aback, before you remember how straightforward they all are.

“Um, thank you.”

“You should set this as your ‘lockscreen’ instead.” Jimin suggests, turning to glance at you for a second, but it’s only met with a chuckle from you.

“How narcissistic would it be to have a lockscreen of my own face?”

“If I looked that good, I’d want to see it every day.” His comment seems less like a compliment and more matter of fact, so you don’t feel the need to thank him. Jimin shrugs as if it’s no big deal, and you don’t question him, because he does seem like the kind who would stare at his own selfies for days on end.

Not that you blame him, he is attractive, and no doubt would be considered so on Earth. Even with his marks, he resembles a golden cherub, especially when he smiles and those cheeks round out into a measure of his exuberance. All he needs is a halo and some wings.

You tear your eyes away from him, feeling the need to put some distance between you, especially as you start to notice how firm his chest feels against your back. But his arms are caging you in, and you can’t escape his hold without applying some kind of force.

“Is he your romantic partner?” Jimin questions with wide, imploring eyes, and you frown for a moment before realising that he means Namjoon.

“I bet you’d know, since you were watching me anyway.”

Jimin only rolls his eyes. “We don’t watch you constantly, Human. Only monitor your emotions. The only time we’ve been watching you that closely is when we were deciding when to pick you up.”

“No, he’s not my romantic partner.”

“But you have romantic feelings for him?”

Once again, you deny it.

“Hmm. Interesting. He seems to have romantic feelings for you, though.” Jimin ponders as he taps a finger to bring your screen to life again.

“How do you know? I thought you could only sense the six basic emotions. Love isn’t one of them.”

“No, it isn’t,” Jimin admits, swallowing hard as he considers how he came to this conclusion.

Love is a uniquely human emotion, he’d surmised, completely unnecessary for biological reproduction, and yet, Earthlings seem to place an utmost importance on it. Most Earthling mates are bonded together by this emotion. He isn’t very good at identifying it yet, but one thing Jimin does know is that this emotion called love complicates things, twists one’s perspectives and blinds them to the other’s faults and imperfections.

How does he know? Jimin himself has been struggling to come up with a rational explanation for the existence of this emotion that would satisfy Hoseok, but all he has are those that he’s picked up from Namjoon. Hoseok had dismissed it purely as happiness because the two of you were out exploring the world together, but he was certain that it had been something more profound than that, larger in magnitude. It had been a flutter in his chest every time Namjoon looked your way, a slight acceleration in heartbeat, a loss of breath sometimes.

The sudden tingle in his chest doesn’t seem all that foreign to him after all, Jimin realises as he sneaks a glance your way. The realisation makes his grasp slip on your phone, and struggling to keep a hold of it, he hears the sound of a snapshot, and glances toward the screen in surprise.

He draws away immediately, shoving the device back into your hands in a mild panic. “Apologies, Earthling, I didn’t mean-“

He seems a little too flustered over having accidentally taken a photo, but you let it slide. To gloss over the sudden awkwardness, you ask him for some intergalactic secrets that will earn you lots of money when you take them back to Earth. “That is, if you’re planning to return me at all?”

Jimin only frowns. “What is ‘money’, Earthling?”

There is a pause from you as you consider how to best explain this. “Um, well, money can be exchanged for goods and services on Earth. It’s considered really important, to the extent that people have done horrible things for it. People have been driven to insanity by it, controlled by it when they should be controlling it instead.”

‘Well… I can tell you how the Universe ends. If you really still want this money of yours,” Jimin shrugs nonchalantly even as you gasp in horror.

“I-is it because of Earth? Did we somehow manage to nuke the entire outer space?”

“No,” Jimin frowns again, and you’re beginning to recognise this gesture as a sign that you’ve used a term he doesn’t understand, or said something incredibly stupid. This time, it’s the latter.

“The Universe ends when one of our pilots is test driving a spacecraft’s time traveling features. He presses a button, and the Universe disappears,” Jimin says conversationally, all while you’re trying to withhold your exclamations of horror. “So it goes.”

“But can’t you stop it, if you know this? Why can’t you stop them from developing this new technology, keep him from pressing that button, destroy all spacecrafts, or-“

“You misunderstand, Earthling,” Jimin shakes his head with a laugh. “It is destined to happen, no matter what we do. The moment is structured that way, he has always pressed it, we will always continue to let him. That is why we don’t focus on the awful times and instead look at the pleasant ones, like this moment, for instance. Isn’t this a nice moment?”

“I guess it is.”

Your stay on this little planet hasn’t been all that unpleasant. Most days, you’re left to your own devices and you see it fit to go accompany Hoseok in his research lab. He’s more than happy to have you over, gushing over how much of a genius you are when you scan down his list of unsolved mysteries regarding Earthlings and answering them easily.

“What is this strange gesture that Earthlings do all the time?” Hoseok taps his list, and belatedly realises that for a change, you’re frowning at him instead. “Oh, come here and I’ll demonstrate.”

When you’re beside him, staring at the multitude of screens with paragraphs of unrecognizable symbols upon them and just about to ask if this is their written language, Hoseok grabs your hand in his. You look down at your hands in mild surprise, noting the way your palms are clasped together.

“This?” You ask, raising your hands to his eye level. “We hold hands for a multitude of reasons. The most basic one is for comfort and security. Mothers hold their children’s hands to lead them and make sure they don’t get lost, but when we become adults, holding someone’s hand is like telling them that you’ll be right beside them, leading and accompanying them at the same time.”

“So… for guidance, mainly? But if you don’t know the way, you could just consult a map,” Hoseok seems to miss the point entirely, and you pat his hand gently.

“Not in such a straightforward way. It’s like… when you ask someone to hold your hand, it’s asking them to stay with you through the good and the bad times. It provides a physical connection that’s reassuring, and it can be both platonic or romantic, depending on the people involved, and how they do it.”

Hoseok seems intrigued, and although you can see him itching to type away, he restrains himself to glance up at you, one more question on the tip of his tongue. “How do they differ?”

“When they do it like this,” you interlock your fingers with his so that they form a criss-cross, “it’s slightly more intimate and romantic. But my personal favourite is this one.” You let go of his hand entirely, hooking your pinky around his as the rest of your fingers curl into your palm, and Hoseok mimics you uncertainly.

“What does this one mean? I’ve never seen Earthlings do this.”

“It means a secret promise.” You allow your pinkies to linger like this for a while, watching Hoseok’s marks glow a sorbet yellow that slowly turns a dusty rose. “It means I promise to never leave you.”

It seems like the lavender haired alien is blushing at your cheesy lines, but you know better than to interpret his facial expressions and marks the way you do with Earthlings. They probably have a whole other complicated system as to what these colours mean, so you give his pinky a light playful squeeze just to see the marks on his cheekbones flare a deeper fuchsia.

And then Hoseok breaks away abruptly, turning back to his screen as he avoids your gaze entirely.

“Jimin is asking for you, you should go to him.”

Belatedly realising that Jimin must have sent for you telepathically, you wonder just how much of this prior moment he was privy to. Even the other night where he’d scrolled through your memories on your phone, were his brothers listening in through that telepathic connection?

A shiver travels up your spine as you imagine Yoongi having access to your most intimate moments, but then you chide yourself, because he surely has more important things to do than keep tabs on an Earthling like you.

Just the same, you’ll have to ask Jimin just how far these telepathic connections go.

He seems to be expecting you when you knock on his door, so you let yourself inside as he stands from his seat. His marks are a dark, brooding navy, a sharp contrast to his light, textured blonde hair.

“Earthling,” he says by way of greeting. “I wanted you to- wanted to ask you to show me more of those memories you have on your phone.”

The way he corrects himself does not go unnoticed, and you pat your pockets for your phone before realising that you’d left it in your room. “Oh, I think I left it in my room. I’ll just go get it real quick, and-“

“I’ll come with you,” Jimin offers, his marks lightening to a more neutral shade of blue now as he heads for the door. “I’ve been cooped up in here for way too long anyway.”

Along the way, you remember what you’ve been meaning to ask him, and Jimin chuckles in response.

“Don’t worry, Earthling, we can block our mental thoughts and sensory experiences when we need or want to, to maintain a sense of privacy,” he reassures you. “I do it all the time when I’m with you.”

“What about just now? Was Hoseok doing it too?”

Jimin considers your question carefully, taking his time to formulate his response as you reach your room and push the door open. He hasn’t quite come to terms with that stifling feeling in his chest when he’d seen you and Hoseok doing that strange gesture, or when he’d seen Hoseok’s marks turn pink. All he knows is that he had to summon you immediately, and he surmises that maybe it’s a bid for all your attention to be on him only.

He knows he likes it when you’re only looking at him.

“No, he wasn’t, that’s why he received my message for you.” Jimin answers truthfully.

You accept his answer, striding over to your dresser to pick up your phone. “Here it is, we can go back to your lab now, or maybe you’d like to go outside? Seeing as you’ve been cooped up-“

“No need,” he rejects you easily. “We can do it here.”

You swallow hard at how direct he is, but force yourself to brush it aside as he settles himself on the edge of your bed. You try not to admire how the loose white fabric bunches around his thighs, betraying thick banded muscles that look firm to the touch, or how the v neck of his top plunges to reveal a toned chest. When he motions that you sit beside him, you can only shoot up a quick prayer to the Gods, if they can even hear you, for a semblance of self-control.

Jimin has one leg tucked up beneath him, body angled toward you as you settle beside him, mirroring his position. “Show me more, Earthling.”

“What do you want to see?”

He only shrugs in response, so you open up a random album of pictures and start describing them to him, keeping your screen brightness low so that it doesn’t deplete your battery too badly.

Which was a bad idea, because Jimin, on the grounds that he can’t see, takes it upon himself to wedge his body closer to you, leaving a sliver of space between your bodies as he stretches one leg behind you, the other curled around your right leg, thighs almost touching. The intense proximity has your brain immediately going hazy, and you immediately turn back to the current picture, which is a colourful array of pastries and desserts that you remember gorging yourself on.

“These were the most expensive desserts we ever had, but it was so worth it. Looking back, we probably shouldn’t have bought them, but we figured we would regret it if we didn’t. I wish I could go back there for more,” you sigh wistfully.

“Why are you describing everything as if it’s happened in the past?” Jimin is listening intently, pewter gray eyes fixed on yours, and his marks are glowing a calm sunset orange.

But his question puzzles you. “Wh-what do you mean? All this happened already, these moments are in the past, gone and dusted, that’s why.”

Jimin’s eyes lighten in understanding. “Ah, it must be an Earthling perception of time, then.” When you don’t respond, he goes on to clarify. “You said you wanted to go back to this period of time so badly. That this feeling, this nostalgia, makes you miss the past that has already gone. But we see it differently here.”

Reaching over your shoulder, he scrolls back a couple of pictures which you’d already shown him, stopping at a panoramic view of snow-capped mountains that you remember driving past in a near blizzard, car tires skidding on black ice. “This stretch of mountains, you see it all at once, do you not? We see time the same way. Past, present and future all exist simultaneously, we can choose to look at any moment we please, but ultimately, they all occur at the same time. Every single moment is permanent.”

“Oh.” Your simple response is incongruent to the racing thoughts clouding your mind, one of which ironically and ruefully notes that yet another intergalactic secret has been revealed to you. Such a complicated concept can’t possibly be dreamt up, you’re not that smart, and little by little, you’re starting to believe that all of this isn’t a dream, it’s your reality. And the warmth of Jimin’s body certainly helps to hammer that truth home.

“So when you said you want to go back, it is illogical, because in a sense, you are already back there,” Jimin glances at your side profile, but your gaze is fixed on your screen. He doesn’t know how much of this you believe, but he’s not picking up much on his radar right now other than an undercurrent of happiness.

Because of him? Jimin doesn’t allow the thought to formulate.

But the emotion quickly fades into sadness again, and this time, Jimin actually sees moisture well up in your eyes. A mild panic rises within his chest, he knows that Earthlings tend to leak moisture from their eyes when they are particularly upset, it’s called crying, but Jimin doesn’t know if he’d done anything to generate this reaction.

“Earthling…” He starts, but you cut him off.

“Thanks for that, Jimin. Really,” you glance over at him, blinking back the tears, and you can only blame your sudden outpour of emotions on them. “I mean, I know I’m not on Earth anymore, so the laws of time and space probably don’t apply here. But the thought of all those moments still existing, there being a possibility that I am back there, being the person whom I always wanted to be, instead of this worthless, emptiness… that’s quite nice actually.”

Your tirade trails off into an incredulous laugh, and you figure that Jimin must think that you’re insane. But at this point, you’re already so far gone, so might as well admit to a strange, handsome blonde alien something that you’ve never had the guts to tell anyone. Why not? It’s not like he’d tell anyone on Earth. “Anyway, I’ve been having a really hard time, lately. Thank God you kidnapped me, or else-”

Jimin’s never heard your voice like this before, he can only describe it as raw, completely honest, and something in him wavers a little when he senses your overwhelming sadness wash over you. Guided by an unknown instinct, he brings his hand to your chin, fingertips guiding you to turn your head to face him, and then you are merely a breath’s distance away from him.

He’s aware that his marks are glowing a gentle rose hue, but he also feels the tinge of nerves in his stomach as he leans in closer, attempting to do what he’s observed Earthlings do so many times. He isn’t sure if he will be able to do it right, but the sight of your wet cheeks spurs him on nonetheless, and he carefully meets your lips with his own plush ones, thumb caressing your cheek gently.

The sensation of your lips against his is foreign, but not unpleasant, and his tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip. The rest of your body freezes against him for a moment, and Jimin frets over whether this is entirely inappropriate or not, but then you relax against his touch, eyelids fluttering closed. The way your wet eyelashes kiss your upper cheek has him entranced, even more so when you start to move your lips against his, and then there is a strange fluttering in his chest, a sense of contentment that fills every single pore as you start to kiss him back.

Jimin could get used to this.

You pull away first, eyes wide and questioning, and Jimin detects a mix of happiness and surprise. To distract himself from how much he wants to kiss you again, his hand finds yours buried in the bedspread, remembering your conversation with Hoseok and wanting to surprise you, he hooks his pinky with yours the way he saw you do it.

“When we see a person in a bad place, or going through a tough time, all we think is that he is in a bad condition in a particular moment. But that same person is completely fine in plenty of other moments.” There is a faint glow of warmth within his chest that he recognises as happiness, but only this time, Jimin can’t seem to delineate whether it’s coming from him or you.

You glance down at his pinky- adorably short for his size, you realise- hooked around yours, enthused by the knowledge that he had been watching over your conversation with Hoseok after all. You squeeze his pinky like you did Hoseok’s, the only difference is, you feel your heart tighten at the same time, as if it was being squeezed as well.

“In this moment, I’m more than fine.”

“Jimin, I get it!!” Hoseok bursts into Jimin’s lab, a shock of lavender hued hair and barely restrained excitement. “I get what you’re talking about now!”

Jimin is annoyed at having been interrupted as he glances up over his screens at the other alien. He might not have been doing much before this, being far too distracted by the memory of your lips on his, but the lavender haired alien doesn’t need to know this. Running his hand through his hair wearily, he waits for Hoseok to elaborate.

“The emotion which you call love, I felt it, with the Earthling.”

Jimin draws in a deep breath, struggling to keep his emotions at bay and hide them from the other alien. But it’s no use, he can feel his marks glowing an ugly shade of plum even as he feigns indifference, typing nonsense into his data sheet.

“Oh? What did you feel, exactly?” Jimin casts a brief glance at Hoseok’s enthused expression. “You know, I’m starting to think maybe I was wrong, it was just a conjecture on my part-“

“No, you were absolutely right,” Hoseok cuts him off, his words tripping over each other as he hastens to explain himself. “Humans do experience this emotion, and it’s odd really, because it feels different from what you described with the Earthling’s partner, Namjoon, was it? Anyway, you said his was more of a- euphoria? While I detected more of a nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I was going to throw up-“

“My Earthling doesn’t have a partner,” Jimin clarifies, and his statement causes Hoseok to freeze in his tirade.

“Your Earthling, you say?” Hoseok narrows his eyes at Jimin, and the blonde alien can’t help but feel antsy under his scrutiny. “Brother, why this sudden ownership over the Earthling? Could you be-“

“You read too much into it,” Jimin hastens to correct himself, because there’s a feeling in his gut that tells him that he can’t trust anyone, not even his brothers. Or maybe it’s a sense of protectiveness towards you, but he can’t let anyone know about what happened that night in your room. Hoseok would reprimand him, or worse, for getting attached to what he deems as a test subject, and there’s no doubt as to how Yoongi would take the news.

Jimin was the one who brought you to this planet, and likewise, he’d be the one to keep you safe.

“I merely meant that she was my responsibility, and seek to suggest that all interactions be limited to myself only,” Jimin meets the other alien’s eye with a stony determination. In reality, he knows that Hoseok is higher in rank than him, could easily report him to Yoongi for insubordination, or have him suspended entirely. He needs to tread carefully. “After all, we do not want to risk corrupting the test subject with too many host influences.”

The mention of test subject does the trick; Hoseok seems to believe him even as the term leaves a bitter taste in Jimin’s mouth.

“Alright, but do be cautious, Brother. Remember, she is merely a test subject after all.”

“Noted, Brother.” Jimin answers tersely, nodding his head in dismissal.

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blu-joons · 3 years

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When One Of The Members Reveals Your Relationship ~ Exo Reaction

Xiumin:

As soon as the interviewer mentioned relationships the whole group fell silent, expecting the usual questions that came. “Are any of you in love, or is there anyone who wants to spill a few beans for the fans today?”

“Minseok you-“Sehun began.

“No,” Kyungsoo quickly interrupted him, “none of us have anything that we’d like to share with you.”

“Are you sure? Because someone back there seemed like they wanted to say something,” the interviewer pushed, looking between Sehun and Minseok.”

Minseok frowned, shaking his head, “you guys don’t need to protect me, I might as well be honest seeing as Sehun’s thrown me under the bus anyway.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” he whispered across to the eldest, “is this live? Can we not just cut that bit out?”

Minseok’s head shook, “it’s live, there’s no cutting it now. It doesn’t matter now though. Yes, I’m in love, but that’s all I will share with you right now.”

“That’s more than we expected you all to share,” the interviewer smiled around the group, “you’ve done our viewership a huge favour today.”

“Yeah, but maybe not my relationship.”

Suho:

The boys watched the video closely that was being filmed to go up on their channel for the fans to watch. “What’s that?” Baekhyun questioned, pausing the clip that Kyungsoo had filmed for the video, pointing behind him.

“Is that Y/N?” Junmyeon questioned.

“No,” Kyungsoo quickly protested, but as he inspected further, it was obvious it was the two of you.

“It’s too late to film anything new now,” Junmyeon sighed, “how did no one in the editing department pick up on this, they can’t cut it for us now.”

Kyungsoo’s head sunk, “I’m so sorry, I should have been more careful of my surroundings. I didn’t realise that the two of you were stood behind me.”

“It’s our fault too, we shouldn’t have been like that at work,” Junmyeon comforted, smiling across at Kyungsoo.

The whole group didn’t know how to react. “Maybe we could speak to someone, it won’t take long to edit,” Minseok suggested, but Junmyeon declined.

“Everyone will know sooner or later, maybe this is the time that we just need to start being honest with the fans,” he stated.

“As long as you’re definitely sure.”

Lay:

Chanyeol’s head peered around when he saw that Yixing was alone in his room, stepping in and making himself comfortable. “There’s a lot of Y/N in this room these days, you can tell that she’s staying over a bit more.”

“I’m live,” Yixing mumbled.

“Are you?” Chanyeol chuckled, only to look across and see that Yixing was in fact live with the fans.

“You’ve dropped me in it now,” Yixing frowned, too afraid to look at all the comments. “What are you even doing in here anyway?”

Chanyeol smiled apologetically, “I was just coming to see if you wanted to go over those lyrics, I didn’t realise that you were busy on stream though.”

“How am I going to explain this to Y/N?” Yixing frowned, knowing how annoyed you’d be that you were revealed.

Chanyeol’s eyes rolled, “I think your biggest worry right now should be the thousands of fans who are demanding to know who Y/N is.”

“Don’t remind me,” Yixing whispered, “I’ll come and work on the lyrics once I’ve justified my secret relationship to the fans.”

“I honestly cannot apologise enough.”

Baekhyun:

The two of them were incredibly tipsy as they sat around the dorm with Kyuhyun and Eunhyuk to film for their show. “I heard a rumour that you had someone on the scene,” Kyuhyun smiled across at Baekhyun with intrigue.

“Have you not heard?” Minseok asked.

“Hyung,” Baekhyun snapped from beside him, jabbing into his waist. “Just let me do the talking.”

“Is there something going on?” Eunhyuk quizzed, leaning across the table. “I thought it was just someone trying to joke around with us that you were dating.”

Baekhyun’s head shook, “it’s early days, I didn’t want to tell anyone just yet in case it scared her. But Minseok’s ruined that.”

“They can edit this sort of stuff out,” Minseok tried to assure him, but Kyuhyun’s head shook immediately back at him.

He smiled across the table, “we’re leaving this gossip in, you can blame Minseok for not being able to keep his mouth shut.”

“Just pretend you’re drunk,” Eunhyuk suggested, “pretend that you have no idea who they’re talking abou tomorrow when you’re hungover.”

“That plan will definitely not work.”

Chen:

The cameras all came back on as the interviewer looked to the group of boys that were sat on the sofa altogether. “The fans have mentioned a lot about there being a rumour about a girl being around, is that true at all?”

“Well,” Junmyeon started, but quickly stopped.

“There is?” The interviewer quickly asked, noticing how quickly Junmyeon stopped himself.

“It’s not like that,” Junmyeon sighed, feeling Jongdae’s eyes stare across at him. “We’re young and we’ve dated at times, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Jongdae’s head shook from behind, “there’s no point trying to cover it all up, the fans know that someone has been around, and that’s thanks to me.”

“Can you share anymore details?” The interviewer asked him, desperate to try and push him for a little more information.

Jongdae’s head shook, “I want to be respectful of my relationship, but I also don’t want any rumours being spread about what’s going on.”

“I understand,” she smiled, “I’m sure your fans will be glad that any rumours about you have been cleared up now for them.”

“Me too, I want to be honest.”

Chanyeol:

Sehun switched on the camera to record the group as they run off the stage. “Did you guys see Y/N in the crowd?” Jongin asked straight away, unaware that Sehun was filming until he felt a nudge against his hip.

“Be quiet,” Chanyeol murmured.

“Look,” Sehun pointed out to Jongin that the camera was filming all of them. “Say hi to the fans.”

“Did you just switch that on?” Chanyeol frantically asked, grabbing Sehun’s shoulder, “please tell me that you switched that on after we all started talking.”

Sehun’s shoulders shrugged, “I’m not too sure to be honest, I might have just managed to miss the cut, but I’m really not sure right now.”

“I’m sure it missed it,” Jongin assured him, desperate to rectify his mistake. “They won’t have understood what I was talking about anyway.”

Chanyeol glared across at him, “you’re making it more and more obvious the more you mention her name, so let’s just drop it and hope.”

“We can watch it back later,” Sehun assured him, “I’m sure that if the fans did hear anything, they’d be respectful about it anyway.”

“I hope so, for Y/N’s sake.”

D.O:

Kyungsoo pushed the door open as he saw Baekhyun on his live, quickly mouthing across to him to mute it for a moment. Once he had, Kyungsoo spoke. “Did Y/N leave her phone charger in here from last night?”

“Yeah,” Baekhyun smiled, pointing it out.

“Thank you,” Kyungsoo responded, walking around the back of his life to pick up your phone charger.

“I meant to bring it back to her this afternoon,” Baekhyun pointed out, encouraging Kyungsoo to come over and say hello to the live stream.

As he did, Kyungsoo’s attention was drawn to the comments. “I thought you said you muted it, why are the fans all asking about Y/N?”

“I did mute it,” Baekhyun assured him, until he noticed the button wasn’t clicked on. “I swear I muted it; I don’t understand what’s happened.”

Kyungsoo’s head shook, “I don’t know how I’m supposed to get the two of us out of this one, how did you manage not to mute it Baekhyun?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll fix it,” he quickly assured him, “I don’t know how yet, but I’ll find a way to solve this for you both.”

“Don’t worry too much, it’s alright.”

Kai:

Their eyes lit up when they noticed that Weki Meki were joining them for the interview on Music Bank, shuffling along to make some room for them. “Isn’t Y/N a big fan of these guys?” Jongdae asked from beside Jongin.

“Yeah,” Jongin responded.

“Guys,” Junmyeon mumbled in front of them, “the livestream is still rolling, keep your voices down.”

“No, it’s not, the green light isn’t on,” Jongdae quickly tried to point out, feeling Jongin’s eyes glare across at him. “It’s not live, is it?”

Chanyeol turned back too, “these cameras don’t have the lights on them. And you weren’t quiet earlier, the fans will definitely know about Y/N now.”

“Please tell me you’re joking,” Jongin vented, trying desperately to keep calm, “you’re just winding me up right now, aren’t you?”

Chanyeol’s head shook, “Jongdae wasn’t to know, and hopefully most of the fans weren’t even listening to your conversation just then.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jongdae whispered from beside him, “whatever I can do to make the problem better again I’ll do in a heartbeat.”

“We don’t know if they heard anything yet.”

Sehun:

His smile grew as Yixing peered around the door of his studio, scanning for something particular. “Can I help you with what you’re looking for?” Sehun questioned, turning his camera around so the fans could see Yixing.

“Is Y/N here?” He asked.

“Um,” Sehun stuttered, glancing at the screen to notice that the comments on the live blew up.

“You’re live?” Yixing questioned, suddenly realising what was going on. “She’s a member of staff,” he called out, desperately trying to make up for his mistake.

Sehun’s head shook, “the fans aren’t stupid, they know the staff don’t come by here. Don’t worry, but Y/N’s not here, she’s with Baekhyun working on some stuff.”

“I’m so sorry,” Yixing whispered, mouthing apologies across at Sehun again and again. “I really didn’t realise what was going on.”

Sehun smiled widely, “honestly, don’t worry. Although I think you’ve given me a bit more explaining to do about what’s been going on.”

“I’ll tell Y/N what’s happened when I see her,” Yixing told her, “she’s probably going to kill me once she finds about this.”

“She’ll be alright, don’t worry.”

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catsbrak · 6 years

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and they were roommates.

(reddie, risqué content, internalized homophobia(?)) the roommate reddie AU that literally no one asked for! (based on a true reddit post!)

it turns out I don't have any problem with Eddie kissing guys if it's me he's kissing.

'Hey, reddit! got a bit of a question for ya. I’m a little stumped. see, I’ve always thought of myself as an accepting person. That’s why I didn’t care when my roommate, I’ll refer to him as Eddie, told me that he was gay. Or I thought I didn’t care.'

He and Eddie Kaspbrak had been roommates for three or four months now. When Eddie first told Richie that he was gay, he really didn’t care. He tried to be supportive, even. He considered himself a very accepting person, always had been. He hadn’t exactly been cool in high school - and thanks to that, he spent time with a lot of kids who didn’t quite fit in, for one reason or another. And being gay was something Eddie was mocked for, but it never bothered Richie at first. Sometimes, they even flirted a little. Eddie had told him it wasn’t unusual for him to flirt with a straight guy, so nothing about it was weird.

They played video games, they laughed, and Eddie was so witty. He had a comeback for everything. He also thought that Richie’s voices were funny, it was incredible. He even let out the adorable little giggle every time Richie would call him ‘Eddie Spaghetti’. Everything was just fine. Peachy, really. That is, up until the first night Richie came home to find Eddie sitting in some guys lap on the couch. His instantaneous reaction was disgust.

“I thought you’d be out longer!” Eddie insisted, and Richie felt like he was going to be sick to his stomach. “I’m really sorry, Rich.”

"It’s fine. I just didn’t expect to walk in and see you all– tongue down your throat on the couch!” Richie said in exasperation, and it caused both of them to blush and look away from one another.

'I don’t know how to describe what it was like walking in on them, all I could think was that I was going to be sick. Eddie was embarrassed but I tried to tell him it was okay, that I was just embarrassed too. Because there was NO good reason for me to have that sort of reaction.’

Richie had convinced himself that it was because he’d been so shocked to see it. He’d just never seen something like that. That heavy, and between two men. He didn’t want to think it was because he could be grossed out. But after a couple more incidents, walking in on Eddie and a few different guys throughout the weeks, Richie was completely on edge. It made him uncomfortable. He couldn’t stop thinking about what might happen when he wasn’t here. What those guys were doing to Eddie, and what he might be doing to them. It made him anxious and ill. One such occasion he came home just as some guy was parading around without a shirt on.

They briefly made eye contact, and Richie felt his grip tighten on the door handle. “Hey Rich,” Eddie called from the kitchen area, where he stood sipping coffee, the stranger’s oversized shirt on him and hanging off of one shoulder. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything. His eyes flickered back to the other man.

“Shouldn’t you be leaving?” He asked, in an unusually snippy tone, and the man laughed, before realizing Richie was serious. “I’m home. That’s usually the cue for fuckbuddies to fuck off." He said, and he wasn’t looking at him, but he practically heard Eddie’s jaw drop. The man simply put his hands up in defense, slipping his shoes on, as well as his coat. Eddie moved to put his coffee down and tug at the shirt, but the man - who was still just a stranger to Richie - replied 'keep it’, before going out the door.

"Good riddance,” Richie called after him as he slammed it behind him, and threw his bag down on the couch, flopping down beside it.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Eddie said, and finally Richie looked at him in time to see the absolute fire in his eyes; if looks could kill, he’d be a dead man. “Why did you do that? I liked him. He’s never going to come back here after you behaved like that- like you’re my father.” Eddie said, and Richie cringed at such a comparison. He didn’t know why but it struck him in a way he really didn’t like.

“It’s my dorm too, Eds. When I come in, I shouldn’t have to see that.”

“You mean like I had to see your little 'friends with benefits’ thing with that girl? What was her name? Beverly..? I didn’t give you any shit for it.” Eddie didn’t think it was fair, starting to get worked up as his breathing got heavier. Richie felt bad. He glanced around quickly to find his roommate’s inhaler on the coffee table, just in case, and handed it to him. Eddie’s expression softened at the gesture.

“Look, Eds.”

"Please stop calling me that.”

“Eddie, then, I’m sorry. I’ve had a really long day. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but you’re right. I’m being an asshole.”

Eddie just scoffed in reply, “I’m going over to Bill’s. I’m so fucking upset at you right now,” he leaned over where Richie’s legs were sprawled out, shoes on the table, (something Eddie hated, which was the reason he chose to do it) to grab his sweater from the arm of the couch. Richie’s eyes only left the exposed skin of the other’s shoulder when the shirt Eddie was wearing rode up to reveal a small strip of waist. The smaller of the two looked back in time for them to lock gazes. “And you won’t care if I go have sex with him at his place, right?” He asked in a way that made Richie’s stomach drop, “Just so long as I don’t do it here?”

“It’s not my business what you do at someone else’s place, Eds.” Richie swallowed as he looked away. Just thinking of Eddie going somewhere else to fuck some guy made him feel like he was going to be sick.

"It's Eddie." The door slammed behind him.

'I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been homophobic, but for whatever fucked up reason, I’m being totally homophobic and shitty to my roommate. Is it because I’m okay with gay people but not living with them? What gives? Any advice would be great. I’m at a fucking loss here, and if I can’t figure it out I’ve decided the best option is to switch rooms. I don’t want to hurt Eddie more than I have already. Thanks!'

The moment Richie hit send, he was filled with regret. Would people find him hateful? Would they tell him to find a new roommate immediately..? Eddie deserved so much better, and he knew that. Not some homophobic creep. People online would agree. He felt nauseated again as he rose from his desk, but the pinging of a message brought him back. Already? He was cautious when he checked the message.

'are you sure that weird feeling isn’t jealousy..? I mean this only seems to revolve around Eddie specifically.’

He stared at the message in confusion. Jealousy? Not possible.

"Not sure what I’m meant to be jealous of. Sure he has a more active sex life than I do, but freaking out over that would just be irr-ation-al." He muttered what he was typing in the reply aloud to himself. Once he had hit send, he tapped his fingers on his desk loudly, knee bouncing a bit. Jealous. Huh.

Richie left the post up and decided to talk to Beverly about the situation. As previously complained about by Eddie, the two of them had tried the whole 'being together' thing at one point. It became clear very quickly that they were meant to just be friends.

'So I read some of your comments, and I talked to my best friend about the whole thing. She agrees with everything you've said, and has called me an oblivious walnut.'

"You oblivious walnut," Beverly pushed Richie in the arm, having just finished reading the original post he put together, "you're actually just joking, right? Rich, you're in love with him. And he's in love with you too."

"What?" Richie wasn't sure he heard that correctly. "How?"

"Here you mentioned how when you told him you didn't care who he slept with, he got even more upset. Also," she glanced back at him over her shoulder, "why would he bring up you and I? Sounds like he's been trying to make you jealous, Richie." She smirked, and he pushed his glasses up on his nose as he tried to think about just how plausible this all really was. It still didn't make sense. Even well after Beverly had gone he was just pacing and scratching his head.

'I spent a few days sitting on my ass trying to think about how to rationalize this to myself, or worse, to Eddie. It could really ruin our friendship. And if I didn't say anything and he got a boyfriend, I didn't think I could handle it. So I told him. During a Tarantino marathon we had - because nothing says romance like graphic violence, am I right?'

Richie drummed his fingers on his thigh as the diner scene from 'Pulp Fiction' played on their shared tv in the dorm room. Eddie sat beside him, his knees pulled up on the couch; and while his interest was in the movie, Richie couldn't keep himself from glancing over at him repeatedly. It had been three days since his realisation, and he didn't know that he could keep his mouth shut that much longer. Or any longer at all. In fact he felt like he was going to explode holding in the information.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah, Rich?" His eyes didn't leave the movie, and Richie fidgeted a bit as he turned his body toward him on the couch.

"I'm sorry for being such a dick lately." He told him, and finally Eddie looked at him, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let me finish," Richie continued, already foreseeing the sassy remark on his roommate's tongue, "I was acting that way because I... I'm jealous." He finally admitted, letting out a nervous chuckle. Eddie watched him carefully, tilting his head.

"Like you would have trouble finding people to sleep with, Rich," he replied, giving him a smile that didn't appear to reach his eyes. Richie shook his head.

"No, Eds, I'm trying to say that... oh, shit." Richie muttered, voice shaking a little with anxiety. Eddie could sense this, and his smile faded as he focused on him. "I'm not jealous of you. I'm jealous of the boys you bring home."

'We had a loooong talk. Eddie revealed that his flirting had always been real. But he never imagined it would go anywhere, because I was just the oblivious "straight" guy. He got a real kick out of the fact that I had mistaken jealousy for homophobia. He laughed quite a bit. Man, his laugh is cute.'

"How the hell can someone be jealous for that long without even knowing they're jealous?" Eddie teased, and Richie let out a laugh.

"Denial..? Stupidity, maybe?" He offered up in suggestion, and Eddie giggled again, a sound that was music to Richie's ears. They laughed for a good few moments, but when finally it died down, they were left staring at each other in silence.

"You think we should.. kiss?" Richie finally asked, to which Eddie looked away almost bashfully - and Richie realised he had never seen him so open and vulnerable before. He had a usual sort of confidence around him that impressed Richie; but he was curious about what else there could be, too. It was like meeting him again for the first time.

'So we kissed and... to be honest, I've sort of never stopped wanting to kiss him since. We've gone on dates. It's so different now, though, going to all of our favourite places but with new context. And the kissing- did I mention the kissing? Yowza! Even last night when he almost burned dinner, because he just had to kiss me, I mean, I can't keep his hands off of-'

Richie stopped typing to laugh as his boyfriend was batting at his arm.

"You were the one who pulled me away from the stove!" Eddie giggled beside him, and Richie feigned offense.

"Excuse me, this is my story, Edward." He told him, expression serious as he moved his hand over his heart, "And I won't have you lying to all of these fine people."

"Alright, jackass, but when you're ready to really continue the story, I'll be in your bed." He smirked as he stood, and Richie glanced at him for a moment, before snickering and looking back to the laptop. "... Naked." Eddie added when he didn't get the response he wanted, before disappearing from the living room space.

"Oh shit," Richie breathed.

'okay WELP, I'm cutting this short. Thank you guys for all your help! In conclusion... plot twist! It turns out I don't have any problem with Eddie kissing guys if it's me he's kissing.'

With that, Richie hit send, and slammed the laptop shut; already pulling his shirt off as he dove onto his bed beside his giggling Eddie Spaghetti.

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fuckinsteverogers · 6 years

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The Art of Seduction

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Rating: 18++++ SERIES

Warnings: Pining, Teasing, Angst lots and lost of Angst.

Synopsis: A Seductress is what they call you, capable of seducing any person into submission. Joining the Avengers as a viable asset, you come to realise that you might not be as capable of seduction as you once thought.

Author’s Note: I began writing this in place of Searing Hot, but I decided to just duplicate Pure Arousal’s structure and put this on the back burner, but I have been in a slump with requests and just wanted to write something different for a while. I am either going to make this a three part or two-part series, so let me know if you want me to continue. Also REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

Searing Hot

Pure Arousal

Capable of seducing a gay man is how Tony had introduced you to the team all those months ago. After all these months, you had convinced yourself that Steve Rogers was an incredibly gay man; one you had no chance of bedding.

It wasn’t like you to bed the men you seduced, it was only beneficial; to get you into a bar, or a free drink, or get them to drop the gun they pointed at your head. None of them meant anything, none of them were reciprocal, until you met Captain Rogers, standing tall and muscular in the corner of the room, holding a small mug in his large hands and you could have dropped dead right then and there and you’d be happy.

You’d wanted him... You still do, but your advances were met with nothing, not the slightest of pupil dilation or flex of his muscles, just coldness.

You told yourself the dress was for you, not him, but it was like talking to a brick wall that is your stubbornness. If he didn’t want you, you didn’t want him.

Tony hasn’t been the type of person to throw extravagant parties since he started with his therapist, but his birthday was a clear exception. It meant you could wear a heavily revealing dress and flaunt yourself to the Captain and hopefully, he’d ravish you like you’d wanted for so long.

But when you saw him down his glass of scotch, stand from his seat on the stool and walk from the room towards the elevator when he hadn’t even glanced at you the entire night, you were not having a bar of it.

Following closely after him, leaving the room full of all of Tony’s friends and your fellow Avengers.

“Captain,” You called after him, your sheer dress floating around you as you strutted towards him. His ranking got his attention, he stopped, pressing the elevator button before turning to look at you. His face shifting to annoyance and if you weren’t so determined, it would hurt your feelings.

“Yes, Agent?” The formality makes your chest tighten, but you maintain your megawatt smile, grinning up at him.

“Shall we drop the formality, Steve?” You questions, shifting to stand directly in front of him as he gazes down at you with the same look of irritation that he’s given you the entire time you’ve been here. “Why’re you leaving the party so early?”

“Not my thing,” He replies, pressing the elevator button again. The urgency to get away from you is insulting, but it doesn’t falter your spirits.

You shift your smile to one of sweetness, shifting to place your hand on his bicep. You feel him tense under your touch, uncomfortable, but you’re determined to find out why, so your hand remains grasped over the tight shirt he has wrapped around his muscular frame.

“How about I keep you company then, Steve?” You ask. Your voice comes out like syrup; sickly sweet.

You swear you see Steve begin to smile, his lips twitching, but when he mashes the elevator button again, you wonder if you were just seeing things.

“Not tonight, Y/N,” He replies. The doors of the elevator slide open, your heartbreaking as Steve moves, ripping your grasp from his arm, and you don’t realise your smile is gone and your eyes are beginning to tear up until he turns once he has entered the elevator and looks at you with those beautiful blue eyes.

“Have a good night, Captain,” You finish. The pain of rejection stinging your cheeks. Steve opens his mouth to reply, but you suddenly can’t bear to be near him, turning away from him and rushing back to the party.

Your eyes ache with the pain of his coldness, confusion running deep within your chest. You duck your head to avoid the gaze of your teammates and find the bar with the intention of drowning yourself in alcohol.

You’ve been rejected before, it was a part of life, even for someone of your skill, but none of them even bruised your ego and then came along Steve fucking Rogers who only had to say ‘Not tonight, Y/N’ and your heart was being crushed beneath his shiny boots.

He’d rejected you so many times, not in so many words, but with the looks, with the body language, with the instructions to get back to work, but it’d never felt as painful as it had tonight; in a dress you’d told yourself was for you, but was so clearly for him, with your lips painted red and your eyes only for him.

��What’s got you down, doll?” Bucky asks, taking a seat next to you as your cherry red lips wrap around the martini glass.

You take a hardy sip of the gin and pluck the olive from within the alcohol, not regarding Bucky, avoiding his eyes for fear of breaking down. Instead, you shove the olive in your mouth and chew, ignoring his questions.

“What did he do?” He asks finally, annoyance in his voice, but something tells you that the annoyance is for Steve and not you.

“Whatever do you mean?” You reply sarcastically, draining the martini and shoving it down the bar, signalling to the bartender.

You consider getting up and leaving, going to your quarters, showering the humiliation away and burying yourself beneath a mountain of blankets, but Bucky’s insistent stare demands attention.

“His rejections have never affected you this poorly before.” You scoff at Bucky’s remark, twisting in the chair to regard him with your full attention.

“It always affects me poorly. It always hurts, but this one was different. It wasn’t the words, it was the way he said them,” You inform Bucky, flickering your watering eyes up to his kind ones. “Like I disgusted him.”

“You don’t disgust him, doll,” Bucky reassures you. His hand shifts to your bare knee and the comfort would have been appreciated on a normal day, but today was not a pro-touching one.

Shaking your head, you stand, knocking his hand from your knee. Bucky shifts into confusion, watching you move away from him. He’d never seen you shy away from a touch before, but then again, today wasn’t a good day for you.

“You didn’t see how he looked at me,” is all you say before leaving the party.

Over the next few days, you were itching to burn that dress, rid yourself of the horrid memories, but it didn’t seem worth it. It didn’t seem necessary when you were burdened with the remembrance every time Steve entered a room, or every time you all sat down for dinner.

Everyone noticed the change in you, silence was not accustomed in the facility when you are around, but when you hadn’t made some crude remark about someone’s sex life or wanting to fuck someone or tried to seduce anyone of the team; concern filtered through the Avengers.

Heartbroken was the only way you could describe it. You’d spent all the months with the Avengers envisioning how wonderful you and Steve would be together, how amazing his laugh would be when you caused it; you’d only heard it at the dinner table or over the intercom, never when you were talking or when you were more than a bystander.

You’d admired him for so long, listened to him talk, remarking the old days, you’d listened to his instructions, wanting to please him but every time you stepped even slightly out of line, you were met with a formal warning, whereas Natasha could completely evade the entire mission plan and she’s be given a stern talking to, nothing legally binding or paperwork inducing.

You’d been easily forgiving of it, shaking it off as favouritism, but you never considered that it was because he hates you.

You decided to opt out of missions until further notice, explaining your circumstances to Tony who vowed to kick the shit out of the Captain, which has made you smile a moment, before ensuring him that it was not something you wanted to be done. You just wanted some time to heal.

“She what?” Steve had yelled when Tony told him about your withdrawal, red rising to his skin.

“Don’t go near her, Rogers. Or I’ll break every bone in your body,” Tony had threatened. You hated to think about your two favourite people fighting, especially because of you, but you knew the protectiveness Tony had for you.

“She’s a member of my team and if she wants to withdraw from missions, she brings it to me,” Steve had replied, grinding his teeth together, anger bursting from the seams.

Tony had watched Steve stalk back out the lab doors and smirked at his retreating figure.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. was relaying the outburst to you when the rapping of knuckles began on your door. You just wanted to ignore it and go back to your tv show, but when the knocking just got more insistent, you had no choice but to pause it and get up.

“You withdrew from future missions?” Steve began angrily, pushing through the open doorway.

Shocked, you moved to let him in, shutting the door after he entered rather rudely.

“Yes, I withdrew from future missions,” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest, closing yourself off to him.

“You’re a member of my team. Withdrawals come directly to me,” Steve shoots back. He stands tall in front of you, intimidatingly large and if you weren’t so distraught and angry, you would be flowing like Niagara Falls.

“Fine.” You give in, walking to grab the paperwork off the coffee table. You’d submitted it to Tony, but he’d insisted that paperwork wasn’t required in your case.

You shove the paperwork to him, holding it out for him to take. He looks down at it for a moment, assessing the situation before taking the small stack of paper.

You watch him read it with annoyance, wanting him to just leave you alone and stop torturing you with his gorgeous blue eyes that are currently scanning the pages, his soft blonde hair that’s flopped around his forehead, his perfect fucking everything.

It takes a few minutes, but finally, he hums, looks back up at you with those ocean blue eyes, and lifts the paperwork up, drawing your attention to it.

“You’re not withdrawing from missions,” Steve talks finally. Your mouth opening to rebuttal the denial, but no words come out, no words circle through your brain to his obscenity.

Any sane person could see how you were struggling; clothing spewed across the apartment, dirty dishes everywhere, your hair in a bird’s nest on your head, you’d even resorted to a loose sweatshirt instead of your usual tight ones.

You were the seductress, capable of wooing a man into submitting to you, capable of unrelenting prowess without even a hint of power, but Steve was stoically incapable of recognizing your true feelings.

“Fine,” You conclude, reaching for the paperwork which he hands over easily, but you’re not done, you want him to see the pain you’re in instead of just push you aside like you’re nothing.

You find the nearest pen, slam the paperwork down and angrily scribble out ‘temporary withdrawal’ and write ‘permanent resignation’ over the top.

Steve’s eyes go from angry to confusion when you hand the paperwork back, clearly unaware (still) of the ramifications of his actions.

“Because I rejected you?” He speaks up after a moment. You swear you hear his voice waver, but when his blue eyes filled with anger find yours, you push guilt out from your chest and maintain your anger.

“No,” You snap, glaring across the room at him. “Because I placed my heart at your feet and you stomped on it.”

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lokidokie16 · 6 years

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The Huntress

Avengers x OC

Warnings: language, kidnaping, hostages?, death, google translate

She was innocent and shy. That’s how most people knew her before, now she’s a cold blooded killer sacrificing anything and everything to get her revenge. No one knew what she wanted revenged for but it was traumatic enough that she leaves a trail of dead bodies in her wake, while trying to serve her revenge to the Avengers.

Huntress POV

I sighed as I wrenched my blade out of a HYDRA agent. My eyes felt heavy and I was tired, considering I just cleared a whole HYDRA base by myself. To be fair it was a small base, not to brag or anything it was quite easy considering most of the pitiful agents cowered on the ground if I so much as raised my voice. I no longer felt pity or sadness when I killed. I’ve become numb, some might say a heartless killing machine. But i know I have a heart. Because I felt it break.

Avengers POV

“Sir i must inform you that the Huntress has made another move” FRIDAY said over that speakers. Tony wordlessly got up from the couch and the avengers followed. Everyone was eerily quiet during the walk down the hallway. The Huntress has been the top priority for the avengers for a few months as she has been going on a killing spree. It was obvious that the avengers were on her hitlist, by the notes she left behind. Her notes usually mock the avengers for example “you know who I am” but recently the avengers and more so Tony are on high alert because of a new note. “How is Peter.P?” That’s what the note said with a little spider drawn next to it, and it scared Tony shitless. Peter is living in the tower temporarily now so everyone can keep an eye on him.

The avengers are now crowded around a screen showing where the Huntress was last reported somewhere in North America. Clint paled as soon as he saw where the little red dot was placed on the screen, and Natasha looked at him worriedly. The avengers were a bit confused until Tony’s eyes went wide and he quietly explained to the rest of the team what was in North America. The Barton Farm.

Huntress POV

I was hiding in the trees, going over my plan in my head for the millionth time. I saw Nick Fury’s car leave a few minutes ago as well as where he activated the alarm. I thought the Barton Farm would have more security not just some petty alarm. I stealthily made my way down to the box and deactivated the alarm. I waited, crouching down because surely there was a catch and agents would come spilling out of the barn, guns at the ready. But no one came.

I knocked politely on the door and waited, hearing faint footsteps coming towards the door. I was suddenly reminded of when I used to take my little sister trick or treating and she always made me knock. I could feel the ghost of her small hand in mine. I clenched my fist and shook my head ridding myself of the memory. The door suddenly opened and a women’s face looked out at me. “Hi how can I-“ she started before I slammed my fist into her face hard enough to knock her out. I opened the door, which was pretty difficult considering the women’s unconscious body was in the way but I eventually got in and locked the door behind me.

The Barton kids were upstairs and I could hear their ruckus they were causing. I placed the woman on the floor leaning up against the kitchen counter, and I went to rummage in the cupboards and settle on a cookie. I sat down and waited silently eating my cookie when I hear the little taps of the children’s feet coming down the stairs. They both round the corner and come to a halt upon seeing me. I notice the older boy, who I know is Cooper, holding a baby who must be little Nathanial. I must admit he is a cute baby but i push that thought out of my mind. “Hey kids, don’t worry about her she’s fine” I say gesturing to their mother. Lila, the young girl lets out a small squeak as I lunge from my chair, and clamp my hand over her mouth before she can scream. “Don’t scream” I warn in a menacing voice.

Avengers POV

The only sounds in the quinjet were the scuffling of shoes and people breathing. Suddenly Tony’s voice rings out, making a few of them jump. “Eta 2min” he says. Clint stands and rechecks his arrows and bow, Natasha loads and cocks her guns, Tony sets the plane on autopilot and gets into the IronMan suit. Everyone one rechecks their gear and waits at the back of the quinjet, for the door to open.

The quinjet lands and the avengers don’t hesitate from jumping out and running straight for the house. Natasha has to grab Clint’s arm and stop him from kicking the door down. She gives him a look and silently picks the lock on the door and swings it open guns at the ready while the avengers are standing behind her defensively. They all walk slowly through the house and arrive in the kitchen/dining room. They don’t notice you until you shift in your place on the kitchen counter swinging your legs like a little kid. They all point their various weapons at you but you don’t even flinch, just smirk evilly.

Huntress POV

“Glad you could join us Clinton” you say with a gesture to his family all tied up and gaged, you notice that the mother, who you’ve found is named Laura, has woken up and her eye is sporting a nice swollen bruise.

Avengers POV

When Clint saw his family tied up his heart nearly stopped and Natasha froze in her tracks. The evil smirk returns to your face at their reactions as you realise that two master assassins were scared of what you could do. The rest of the team where all extremely high strung but they hid it quite well. “Come on, do you really have to tie up the baby?” Tony’s voice comes from his suit. “For all I know it could be a freak like you guys, haven’t you seen ‘The Incredibles’?” You say with an amused tone. Wanda’s eyes glow red and scarlett mist hovers around her hands. “Your more of a freak than any of us” she says, emotion making her accent heavier. You jump down from the table, making the avengers tense up ready for a fight.

Huntress POV

“Oh really!? Well you don’t see any powers coming from me do u? You know if I had any power I would want super speed” I ramble just to annoy and distract them further. “At least I would’ve outran those bullets” I know I am pushing the boundaries mentioning her dead brother, and may possibly get myself killed but i don’t let that spoil my fun.

Steve grasps her wrist before she can strangle me with her powers. She looks absolutely pissed and wrenches her hand out of Steve’s. “Fuck you” she spits venomously. I just laugh it off and smile looking at all of them and wondering what to do next, to be completely honest I hadn’t thought I would get this far. “Just let them go and keep this between us” Bucky finally speaks out. “Ah soldat, how have you been? How’s Becca?” I laugh. I had a obviously done your research and found out about the soldiers sister by chance. He was fuming and his metal arm was whirring loudly.

I was at a stalemate with the avengers. A feat I thought I would never achieve. “Why are you doing this? Did you lose someone?” Steve asks in his ‘Captain’ voice. I give him a glare and don’t answer. Meanwhile in my head, you were drowning in memories of the day you lost everything. Suddenly electricity races through my body, causing my body to go stiff and fall to the ground, Clint walks up to me and replaces the electric arrow with another one, just to make sure I stay down. The pain was indescribable and my sight soon went black.

Avengers POV

Tony carried the Huntresses limp body back to the quinjet. They all voted Tony carry her in case she wakes up and attacks, she wouldn’t be able to hurt him through the suit. Although two tazer arrows should be enough to keep her unconscious, they didn’t want to underestimate her. Tony dumped her carelessly in a seat and strapped her down with various ropes and handcuffed her for good measure. Clint stayed behind to look after his traumatised family, Nat wanted to stay as well but Clint refused and forced her into the jet. The team was greatful she was coming with them because they needed a intimidating interrogator afterall.

Huntress POV

Light flooded my vision and I immediately shut them again to shield my eyes from the bright light. My muscles were sore and i could feel the metal contraptions around my ankles keeping me to the chair and the handcuffs tight on my wrists, bounded to the steel table in front of me. I decided I must have been out for a few hours, long enough for the avengers to bring me to the compound, which is where I guessed we were, and shackle me to the table. I open my eyes a tiny bit and look around. It was four white walls, a heavy looking metal door and a black mirror which is most definitely a one way mirror, and the avengers were on the other side. I hear a creak and my head snaps to the metal door opening, revealing and very intimidating Black Widow. She stalks toward you and sits in the chair opposite me with a stony expression.

“Успокойся, мы будем здесь ненадолго.” (Make yourself comfortable, we’re going to be here awhile) I say cockily. She looks startled but quickly smoothes her features and retorts “почему эта Охотница” (why is that Huntress?).

“Потому что вам придется избивать меня до конца, чтобы получить ответы от меня. Вдова” (Because your going to have to beat me to no end to get answers from me Widow) I reply face unchanged. I know the avengers are probably having a meltdown behind that mirror from not understanding what we’re saying and so does Natasha, and so she switches back to English. “That’s why I’m not going to be the one to get answers form you.” I don’t move a muscle, doesn’t matter if they take turns and try to wear me down I won’t answer to any of them. And then the Witch walks in and switches places with Natasha.

I forgot about her when I said I wouldn’t answer to any of them. She would make me answer to her, and now I’m a tad bit nervous being tied down with no way to protect myself, with the witch I taunted just a few hours ago, making jokes about her dead brother. Now I was definitely nervous but I made sure my face didn’t show it.

She just stared at me, and I felt a presence in my mind and knew she was digging up memories and reading my thoughts. I just hoped she wouldn’t dig deep enough that she found what I’ve hidden for so long, my reason for revenge towards the avengers. Just as I thought she was finished I was winded by her wrenching up the memory I hoped she didn’t find, and now I was reliving it while she was witnessing it for the first time.

I was running, back towards the hotel as fast as my 15year old legs would take me. My family and I were in Sokovia for a holiday and I was going on a simple trip to the grocery store for my mother to pick up some bits and pieces, when the ground shook and everyone started screaming, so I bolted back to the hotel, back to my family. I could see the hotel in the distance when it crumbled and fell to the ground. I could hear the screams that were painfully familiar and I knew just then, that I had lost everything. I sat in front of the building for a long time crying hysterically, no one could move me. Eventually a strong pair of arms wrapped around me and picked me off the dusty ground. I thrashed, screamed and cried but he held on and took me on the carriers full of people and it took me away.

Wanda POV

I felt her pain, her loss and her burning desire for revenge all in that one memory. She was so young and innocent. I want to help her.

Huntress POV

Maximoff has tears in her green eyes when I open mine and lock eyes with her. I could feel hot tears racing down my cheeks but I kept my stone expression. “I’m sorry” she says quietly and gracefully gets up and leaves he room, leaving me with my thoughts and demons.

Time skip

Avengers POV

Morning came and Wanda walked into the interrogation room where she left you yesterday. She was holding a tray of food in one hand while shutting the door securely behind her. A deafening bang echoed through the room when the tray crashed into the floor spilling the contents everywhere. The scene that caused Wanda to drop the tray was horrifyingly plain, exactly the same as it was yesterday. Except the Huntresses body was limp on the chair head lolled to the side, blood slowly seeping from her lips. Wanda cried out and held her fingers on the Huntresses wrist feeling for a pulse. There was nothing and her skin was cold. Vision came in shortly after and picked up Wanda, removing her from the room.

Tony later informed the team that the Huntress had somehow swallowed a small poisoned pill.

“I’m sorry”Wanda’s hoarse whisper was heard by no body but the casket in front of her. “I’m so sorry”.

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How to write a blog introduction that hooks your reader

Your introduction is the second most critical part of your blog post after the post title. After you invest time into carefully crafting a MAGNIFICENT blog post, how do you write a blog introduction that hooks your reader and compels them to read on?

Know your audience and match their expectations

If you don’t know who you’re writing for, you won’t know how to bait your hook properly.

You need to know what kind of blog post you’re writing and match reader expectations for that kind of content.

For example, if you’re writing an informative ‘How to X’ type of post, the reader doesn’t want to know about the time you turned up to work wearing mismatched shoes … unless it relates directly to your key message. Highly unlikely.

Skip the waffle. Get to the point.

Spell out your intent

Be clear about the intent of your content in the opening paragraph.

What is the one thing you want someone to take away from your post?

Show that you identify with their problem (e.g. people not reading beyond the first paragraph) and that your post offers a solution (e.g. how to write a blog introduction that hooks your reader).

Your introduction doesn’t have to have to provide the actual solution but it should let people know you have one.

Now that you have their attention, keep it.

Deliver on your promise

The best way to keep your reader’s attention is to deliver on the promise you set up in the opening paragraph.

If you say you have a solution, your post had better deliver it or your reader will be clicking back to the search results faster than you can say odd shoes.

When editing your work, cut the content that doesn’t relate to what you stated in your blog’s introduction.

Save the story of the mismatched shoes for another day.

Write your blog intro last

We’re prone to putting incredible pressure on ourselves to nail our introduction before moving on to the rest of the content.

But the reality is, we don’t have to write the intro first.

Instead, writing a blog outline before writing the post can be an enormous help. I wrote an outline for this post and refined the introduction during the editing process. Given this is a post about how to write a blog introduction, I know I have to nail that first paragraph as a good example. Pressure!

Adopt the journalism approach

Journalists use the inverted pyramid method of storytelling in news articles.

They answer the most important information upfront, covering the who, what, when, where, why and how.

Check any news article and you’ll find that they have the key information in the first couple of paragraphs. As the article continues, the information that’s less important is further down the page.

The inverted pyramid – a useful model for sharing the most important information upfront

Because we know that most people aren’t going to read our full post, it makes sense to include the most useful information up to the top.

Check that you’re addressing the who, what, when, where, why and how in your first few paragraphs. You don’t have to jam it all into your introduction, but ensure that key information is in the first third of your page.

Unlearn how to write

Unlearn that academic writing style you learnt in high school or university where your arguments and evidence build to your final point wrapped neatly in your conclusion.

Your teachers may have taught you to build up to a big reveal. Don’t. It doesn’t work for blog writing. You’ll lose readers before you reveal your plot twist in the last paragraph.

And while it’s OK to use storytelling to hook your reader in, don’t let the tale of the mismatched shoes overshadow the point of your post.

Examples of great blog intros

What better way to explain how to write a blog introduction than to share some good examples.

5 years to a million dollar biz – Denise Duffield-Thomas

Denise is a fabulous storyteller. She’s authentic and relatable, and her conversational tone makes me feel like we’re friends having a chat. I read this blog post’s opening sentence and I’m immediately intrigued.

“Here’s the honest truth – it took me five years working full time to crack the million dollar mark in my business. It didn’t happen overnight and it didn’t happen by accident.”

5 years to a million dollar biz

That opening sentence sparked many questions for me. So, how did it happen and it sounds like you did plan for it—but how?

In the next paragraph, Denise squashes the myth of the stereotyped ‘overnight success’.

“I didn’t just ‘start a blog’ and people threw money at me. This isn’t even my first ever blog (I’m not counting that in my five years calculation), and this is definitely not my first business (that would have been my bracelet business back in 1988).”

I find her relatable because I too was coming up with ways to earn extra money back in 1988. I too had scrappy little business ideas (hellooo removing lint from windcheaters and tracksuit pants! 🤪).

I’m intrigued. I relate. I want to know more.

Because I’m Denise’s target market, this is a good blog intro because it compelled me to read on.

The SEO files: The curious case of the competitive keyword – Nat Alleblas

I’m already in love with this post because of its clever title. Nat is also known as The SEO Sleuth, so I love that she’s using the sleuth theme in this blog title.

I get Nat’s weekly SEO Sleuth email tips. Nat has an uncanny ability to weave tales of how everyday life translates into lessons for business.

But that’s not what I love about this post, it’s how she sets up he intro perfectly with the right mix of problem identification, problem solution, and intrigue.

“The challenge of ranking on page 1 for a competitive keyword is one that many SEO consultants love but businesses with small budgets fear.

Some are blissfully unaware of the pitfalls of targeting a competitive keyword and spend hours and money creating content that fails to convert.

My years of smart sleuthing strategies have helped many crack the case of the competitive keyword and in this blog, I’m going to share some of my secrets.”

The curious case of the competitive keyword

I feel confident that Nat’s going to walk me through my problem—how to avoid wasting time searching for keywords that are too competitive—and help me find keywords I can actually compete for.

Even if I didn’t know Nat and found this page via search results, I’d definitely read on.

What the heck is a nurture sequence? (It’s not only for hippies) – Jay Crisp Crow

Jay is an awesome conversion copywriter and I’ve followed her for years, so it’s no surprise she knows how to write a good blog post introduction.

Mmm, nurture sequences. They sound so comforting. Like snuggling up in a blanket, sipping a cuppa, and having a little bonding sesh with your reader.

Truth be told, they’re not entirely unlike that. But first:

What the heck is a nurture sequence anyway?

What the heck is a nurture sequence

Jay often uses humour and colloquialisms in her writing and I like the way she draws the comparison between a comforting snuggle in a blanket to writing nurture sequences.

From this intro, I feel confident that Jay will explain exactly what a nurture sequence is in an entertaining way.

Using humour is an excellent way to entertain while informing, and Jay does this magnificently.

Examples of not-so-great blog intros

Rather than pick on individual bloggers (because that’s not very fair) instead, I’ll pick on blogger types.

1. Every recipe blogger ever

Have you ever visited a recipe site where you have to scroll through 1000 words of waffle about grandma’s unique secret ingredients and colour of the awning above a quaint little grocer’s shop tucked away in an obscure laneway before you even get to the ingredients list?

Yeah, don’t write that blog post intro.

Show me the ingredients. Show me the process. Be the inverted pyramid.

2. The keyword-stuffing blogger

You might have heard the joke, an SEO consultant walks into a bar, pub, public house, cocktail lounge, nightclub…

There are blogs you come across where the intro content sounds repetitive and oddly phrased because the blogger has stuffed the intro full of every juicy keyword they want to rank for.

For example:

“You want to know about the best widgets for kids in cars, right? Children in cars love the best widgets because the top widgets for kids in cars to occupy their time during long car drives are widgets that hold kids attention in vehicles. In this post, I share my unbiased views on the 7 best car widgets for kids in cars.”

Say no more, right?

Keywords are important though and while you should include in your primary keyword in your introduction, don’t try and shoehorn every keyword into it. 🤮

3. The thinly veiled BUY MY STUFF blogger

You’ve been lured to a page from the search results. The blog title and description look like it will solve your problem, so you click on it.

While it seems like the blogger understands your problem you quickly realise that they’re not so much trying to solve your problem as sell you their solution to this problem.

In fact, the so-called ‘blog post’ is actually a sales page. At least buy me a drink first. 🤮

4. The not-so-controversial blogger

Then there’s the blogger who states in their intro that they have a MASSIVE secret to share that will TOTALLY BLOW YOUR MIND and how they have UPSET THEIR INDUSTRY by sharing their CONTROVERSIAL VIEWS.

And then you read their post.

There is no secret. My mind’s not blown. I already know this stuff. Their industry is not shaken. Their views are pedestrian. 🤷

Why a blog post introduction is so important

Research predicts that most of your site’s visitors will spend 80% of their time on your site above the fold—they won’t scroll to read more information.

If you take too long to get to the point, if you don’t set up the value of your post, or if your title doesn’t match your content, you’ll lose readers. They’ll return to the search results and visit someone’s site that does meet their expectations.

A good blog post introduction will lure people to read on, making the time you invest in content creation worthwhile.

It’s a lot like the way you flick through songs and how you can tell from the first couple of bars whether the song is the style of music you like.

Those opening bars give such important cues. Those cues tell you if you should flick to the next track or settle in for more, and maybe even the whole song.

Writing is a lot like that—our opening paragraphs set people up to decide whether to flick back to search results or settle in to read the whole page.

Do you have tips for how to write a blog post introduction? Share them in the comments below.

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Thoughts Roundup - Twin Peaks: The Return, Part 12

“Let’s Rock”

If anything can be learned from the disparate range of reactions after each episode of The Return, it’s that nobody can fucking agree on whether an episode is a return to form or a major letdown. Almost each episode has someone arguing that it’s the first real disappointment of the series, while someone else argues that it’s the show really hitting its stride. The canyon between people who hate this series and insist that anyone who likes it is a blind kisser of Lynch Ass, and the people who love the series and insist that anyone who doesn’t like it is simply doesn’t get Lynch is smaller than it appears, and both sides of the argument are about on the same level of pointlessness. On each side, there’s a lot of condescension and meritless arguing that few other shows have generated. If you don’t like it? Cool. You’re not an idiot for disliking a TV show. It doesn’t automatically mean you don’t “get” it. If you do like it? Cool. You’ve got a show you like and that’s nice. Surely we can accept that some people like a show, and some don’t. That disliking it doesn’t make it shitty, and liking it doesn’t suddenly make you a better person. It’s a little tiring, and distracting from the show itself. And i’ve just found myself distracted by admonishing the distraction. Oops!

Back to the show itself. This doesn’t seem to be a very popular episode. I can understand why. It’s not as strong as last week, and there are a couple of scenes that fall onto the dull side of frustrating. We’re used to the show being frustrating, and in fact, that’s what we love about it, surely? We’re not watching the show for easy answers or we would’ve given up before we even started. But there is a frustration in this episode’s glacial pacing, and it’s a frustration not as delightful as the frustration we feel when, say, a teenager puking up green slime on themselves is left unexplained. There is gold in this episode though, enough to make the episode worth it overall. And the most golden of the gold?

. Sarah Fucking Palmer. Every moment of her in Part 12 isn’t just a highlight of the episode, but of the entire return. Grace Zabriskie is an actress whose face tells its own story. She doesn’t have to say a word and we understand that this is a haunted woman, still living in the house where that unspeakable evil happened decades ago. Seeing the Palmer house again carries weight and meaning, and the shots of the ceiling fan reminded me of just how scary that ceiling fan can be. So, this season i’ve been made fearful of Ceiling fans, electrical sockets and radios. I really hope toasters aren’t next. I couldn’t handle that. Sarah giving it the ol’ Joe Strummer treatment and getting Lost in the Supermarket is a great scene, and heartbreaking too. Nobody expected Sarah to be well, but to see her so troubled by past demons is upsetting. How in touch with the lodge spirits is she? We don’t know for sure, but she feels the evil returning and senses that the men are coming, and of course there was that unforgettable “I’m in the black lodge...” moment with her back in Season 2. Why her? Was she the girl who the frogbug claimed as its host back in the 1950′s? It’s hard to say, but for their own good, the townsfolk should listen to her. She knows something - and I’d probably have the same reaction as her to Turkey Jerky. Good ol’ Hawk knows she knows something, and the scene with them interacting at her front door is effectively tense. And it leaves us with a question that we kind of don’t want to know the answer to: what was in her kitchen?

. Diane enters through thick red curtains, texts Doppelcoop again and says “Let’s Rock”. Unless she pulls out a guitar moments after this scene ends and slaps down some sweet fuckin’ riffs, it’s safe to say her “Let’s Rock” has Lodge connotations. We’re not much closer to understanding exactly what has gone on with Diane, but Laura Dern’s performance is so good that I don’t mind waiting. Even watching her pour herself a drink while the other three agents watch her is interesting, and never has she felt so other amongst her colleagues. She’s not even there while Albert tells Tammy the secret history of Project Blue Book and The Blue Rose. For those of us who’ve read The Secret History of Twin Peaks, this isn’t new information, but it’s damn cool to hear it laid out for us in an actual episode - even cooler that it’s Albert who does the explaining. Seeing so much of him in the Return has been a real treat and such a fitting send off for the great Miguel Ferrer, who is at his best in tonight’s episode. I really loved the disparity in the reactions of Albert and Gordon to the elongated sequence in which Gordon’s date(?) leaves, and that scene, as ridiculous as it was, worked for me. Its absurdity and inappropriateness was stupidly funny, and it was also a pretty clear comment on what a (sometimes creepy) dolt Gordon can be. Sure, he has a zest for life and loves a good joke, but that doesn’t necessarily make him professional or good at his job. Is he a good agent? Have we ever got proof of that? Albert seems to be the more competent of the two, and he has no time for Gordon’s womanising. Poor Albert. I think i’d be driven mad if Gordon were my partner, too. It’s a funny, slow and strange scene, and Albert and Gordon are the audience stand-ins: Albert the viewer who wants to get to the bottom of the damn case already, and Gordon the viewer who, in addition to wanting this, is also content to make jokes about Turnips or to follow any incidental thing that comes his way.

. There isn’t much to say about Tammy Preston. It feels like they’re laying the groundwork for her to get more screen-time and have more relevance, but it also kind of feels like she’s another audience stand-in, and a device that exposition can be dumped onto. I was glad to see her get a promotion tonight, and I hope it leads to a bit more characterisation.

. I really enjoyed Ben’s scene, and i’m so glad that he stayed on the path of goodness. He and Carl both demonstrate a kindness, Carl offering money and free rent to a Fat Trout resident who has sold his blood for money, and Ben insisting on paying for Miriam’s surgery as she has no health insurance. There’s some commentary in here about the lack of care and attention that the poor of the town receive, and this is heightened by Jacoby’s monologue later on. Back to Ben though - I like his slow and deliberate monologue about his old bike, and finally the key resurfaces again. It’s a strong scene, and we’ll see whether the key will give the plot some momentum.

. The Jacoby scene, while interesting the first time, is an almost word-for-word repeat of an earlier scene, complete with the same advert. It felt like a waste of time, and simply repeated what we already know about him and his beliefs. What he says is relevant to the episode and the financial inequality that surfaces in the episode, but there’s no getting around the fact that the scene is almost identical to an earlier one.

. Coop is playing baseball with Sonny Jim and the baseball bounces off his head. And that’s it. Abnormal normality in the suburbs for our Coop.

. And then suddenly, without a dramatic reveal, without fanfare, we see Audrey. I don’t think Lynch and Frost could’ve made a more disappointing character return if they tried, and that might just be the point. It’s such a casual introduction, and we don’t really know who or what the fuck she is talking about throughout the scene. She is not the Audrey we knew, and she, like the entire Return, has obliterated expectations. There is a feeling of stasis in her and her husband’s argument, and by the end of it, Audrey (and us!) are no closer to finding out where Billy is - and we still don’t really know who he is, besides the fact that she has been sleeping with him. While it doesn’t tell us much narrative wise, it does tell us about who she is now, and about how fractured and ugly her marriage is. She is angry, unhappy and frustrated by her husband who seems a pretty miserable shit, and someone who gets off on withholding. Look at him, getting off. The scene has a loaded Chekhov’s gun in the form of a phone call that we only hear one side of. We wait for it go off, we wait for the answer to what is so incredible that her husband is being told. And then, it ends. It’s painfully frustrating but I kind of like what that says about expectations, and I like the uncomfortable, edgy state it leaves us in. We’re not given the comfort of answers and are instead left hanging, cold, uncomfortable and pissed off. Overall, I don’t know if I enjoyed the scene too much. It does feel endless, and while great to see her again, and I like the final moment, it’s hard to care too much about what they’re talking about.

We think we want the answer to what has happened to Billy, but then we realise something: why do we desperately need an answer to a riddle that his been posed only one minute ago? We’ve been trained to expect answers, and that everything has an answer. Twin Peaks is out to make you wonder why you’re wondering in the first place. So while not an immensely satisfying scene, this is the first time we’ve seen Audrey in 27 years. It is just a re-introduction, and it’s too soon to say that the scene is totally fruitless. As a standalone scene, overall, it didn’t do a hell of a lot for me, but I don’t want to be too hard on it.

. And then we have the roadhouse scene, which sees a couple of characters we’ve never seen talking about people we’ve never heard of. It’s not a very good scene, and while I kind of understand the intention, it doesn’t make it interesting in the least. I think with the last couple of scenes, we’re supposed to think that there is a domestic drama running underneath Twin Peaks and that we’re getting peeks at it through torn curtains. That everyone is unsettled and there is a fundamental rot, deep down. I like this concept, and it’s one i’d like to see explored - but we need a scene more lively, better acted and better written than this last roadhouse scene if we’re going to care about that concept. It’s such a nothing scene, and it does feel like we could be spending the precious minutes somewhere better. At the end of another episode it might not’ve been so noticeably uninteresting, but after the frustration of Audrey’s scene, the dull repetition of Jacoby’s scene, and a pacing that was incredibly slow, the scene was a real dud. They say that the opening and closing of any piece of entertainment has to be strong, and that if it has to coast, it can be in the middle - and really, with this episode, it’s largely the ending that’s weak.

Thinking back on the episode, i’m reminded of how much I loved the Sarah Palmer and Ben Horne scenes, and that I did enjoy the FBI story. But with the last act being so underwhelming, it brings down the quality of the episode, and instead of being a great episode, it feels like a fairly good episode with great moments. I’m not too disappointed. It feels like an establishing episode, the kind that’s setting up a final 6 episodes that I am hopeful and excited about. It does constantly feel like huge events are moments away, but then, who can tell with this series? The next episodes might be like Albert and dig into the show’s mystery, or it might be like Gordon, and watch a French woman spend 10 minutes pantomime acting putting on makeup. Hopefully, ideally, we’ll get a bit of both.

“What fucking crystal ball are you looking into?”

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