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octupus-on-the-moon · 3 years

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I`m the favorite

Pairing: Non, just the Wilson family and Red Wing.

Wordcount: 2689

Warning: Non

Author´s note: This little story is based on this post of this super cool blog @justsamwilson, check it out too.

The moon stood high above a lake bathed in darkness; only a soft light, that emerged of a house near the shore, reflected on the water surface. The air was pleasantly warm and humid, around the double-gallery house, whose blue color almost seemed black between the shadows. Crickets were chirping and fireflies humming, only the subdued sound of conversation and laughter, coming from the residence, disrupted the almost complete silence.

The Wilson family was having dinner. James Barnes or ‘Bucky’ as everyone called him, came over to spend the weekend. The kids where specially excited about Uncle Bucky’s visit, he was the only one with enough time to play. Sam and Sarah were also glad that he came over every once in a while, to help out with whatever he could.

Now after a long day of fishing, cleaning and packing up deliveries all were enjoying Sarah’s gumbo.

“The soup is amazing Sarah” Bucky praised her with a warm smile, she blushed looking down at her half full plate.

“Thank you. It´s a family recipe. I can write it down for you if you want” Sarah replied, tucking a strain of hair behind her ear, earning an annoyed look from Sam who was sitting across from her.

“That won´t be necessary, if I want some I just need to come here. It´s really good so I’ll be around a lot” Bucky chuckled tilting his head and taking another spoon full of gumbo. The boys whispered at each other giggling.

Sam sighted irritated “Okey enough flir…”

A loud melody coming from his phone in the pocket of his jeans interrupted Sam.

“Oh it´s Torres” He said tapping on the screen “Hi, what’s up?”

A distorted voice, only understandable for Sam, came out of the phone as he stood up. “I’m with my four-favorite people in this world having dinner” He explained, walking out on the porch into the friendly night.

The scraping of spoons continued unaffected.

“Of course, I’m his number one favorite nephew and person” Stated Cass out of the blue, blowing at his glasses that tarnished under the steam of the hot soup.

“Ha. You can´t even eat a soup right” AJ opposed, whose glasses where perfectly clear “I´m older than you, so I´m his favorite”

“At least I can take my glasses off and stop seeing your ugly face” Cass snapped back sticking out his tongue.

Sarah took a deep breath “Stop it you two” she scolded both, clapping her hand gently against Cass´s head, who was sitting right next to her.

“Well, I´m his partner in crime and I saved the world with him, so I would be his favorite number one” Bucky added, innocently starring at an interesting spot on the wall, while Sarah glared at him.

“That’s not fair. Just because he didn’t let me go with him” Cass pouted “I could have saved the world too”

AJ rolled his eyes behind his glasses. “You couldn´t even walk back then, dummy”

Sarah quickly chewed her last bite “Hey, we don´t talk like that in this house” extending her right arm over to the front side of the table to clap softly AJ´s head, as she did before with Cass. “And you are all wrong. I’m his sister. I know him longer than any of you. So obviously I am his favorite” She taunted, challengingly looking towards Bucky now.

Turning their eyes into the same direction, the brothers waited expectantly a response; causing Bucky to clear his throat and shift his torso to sit up right. “Oh really” he said still searching for a quick answer.

Then his eyes lit up “IIIIIIII spent five years with him in a weird glitch reality. That” Bucky paused dramatically “Makes me his number one”

The mention of that unfortunate time stiffened Sarah´s shoulders, but went unnoticed by the boys who high fived, twisting around on their seat, to see their mother´s reaction.

“Aha. After a month you probably bored him to death” Sarah countered with a serious tone “I can cook him all his favorite meals, ergo I´m the favorite”

The brothers quietly glanced over to Bucky, who did not appear amused either. The last words altered the atmosphere. It was chilly in the room, yet the temperature had not changed.

Bucky lifted his chin pretentiously “Pff. That´s nothing. Sam went two years on the run for me” his voice had a harsh undertone, that was not there before “I am his favorite”. Sarah stared back at him with ice cold eyes and the brothers hold their breath.

The tense moment passed as soon, as Sam’s heavy steps entered the room “What did I miss?” he asked with the always welcoming warm tone he had.

Bucky relaxed, as far as he could, picking up his spoon pocking the remains of his soup.

Sarah turned her head, letting down her shoulders, with a bright beam “Not much. How´s Torres doing?”

The dinner went on as before, polite conversation and more gumbo, but something unkind lurked in the air among the plates.

A silent dare between Sarah and Bucky settled.

Prove each other who was the favorite.

***

The weekend passed under an invisible contest between Sarah and Bucky.

The kids thought it was a fun idea persuading uncle Sam to admit who was the favorite number one, by doing extra nice things for him. The brothers gifted Sam some self-painted comics, with their cool uncle Captain America saving their day and helped him cleaning his super suite, among other little chores; But quickly let go of it, when their uncle Bucky and Mom took it to the extreme.

Bucky was constantly around Sam asking him at any given moment if he could help him or do it all himself instead of Sam. From renovating the whole cabin of the boat, to just serve him a coffee. Always being polite, letting out any teasing or offensive joking, which rapidly irritated Sam.

Unlike Bucky, Sarah, worked in the background: Serving the meals he most liked, bringing a refreshing lemonade under the hot sun of July or checking on the boats motor, so it would not die while Sam was out fishing. Smiling and being nice, without drawing to much attention on herself.

Sam did not mind being so well attended by his loved ones the first hours of that Saturday morning. After lunch he started to feel that something was off, apart from Bucky´s suspicious behavior. On his way back to the boat after a little break he realized, that the Boys were quieter than usual around their mother and that Bucky had not flirted with Sarah in more than 12 hours, which was nearly a miracle.

As almost every Saturday, Bucky and Sam, kept working on the boat.

“Hey Buck, can you pass me that screwdriver?” Sam asked looking straight at the doorless frame in front of him.

“Yes of course. Do you need something else? Can I help you with that?” Bucky passed him the screwdriver, looking interested on the hinges Sam was exchanging.

“No, it´s fine, you check on that doors paint” Sam replied, signing towards a freshly painted door leaning against the rail of the boat.

"Just" he stopped for a moment turning around to see Bucky in the eyes. "One question"

Bucky nodded enthusiastically, unusual for his serious persona "Of course, what is it?"

"What the hell is going on with you all?" Sam asked leaning against the doorway, crossing both arms over his chest.

"Us? Nothing. We're just doing what we do every weekend?" Bucky’s enthusiastic face fell apart, making place for his familiar icy expression. Without awaiting another word from Sam, he turned around to keep working on the paint of the door.

Sam sighted. He knew that face far too well and now he was more than sure that something was up. But Sam never got far pressing Bucky to tell him what he knew, felt or thought.

He will need to ask the boys what is going on.

Sam pressed a button on what at first sight could be a wristwatch. It was actually a remote for Red Wing. Sam made a second one for daily use. Red Wing is not only a weapon for him; he could be quite useful for many things.

"Red Wing locate AJ and Cass, tell them they should come to the boat" Sam quietly order into the remote. "Then I want you to fly over my position and take pictures"

The roof of the cabin was leaking since Sam had memory. Bucky wanted to climb on the cabin earlier this morning, since Sarah lent their ladder to one of the neighbors. But with the boat slight movement and the wet surface of the cabin roof, Sam did not want him to get hurt. With a few good pictures of Red Wing, they could see what needed to be repaired and do it the next time both had a free weekend.

***

Almost an hour passed, till Red Wings hum, announced the arrival of the two brothers.

Sam did not worry; both often went down to the village to play soccer with the other kids.

"Hey uncle Bucky, hey uncle Sam. What's up?" AJ questioned tiredly climbing on to the boat. The two were covered in mud and Cass was holding a brown round mass of what must be a soccer ball.

"You two had fun I see" Bucky said smiling at them.

"Only your mom will not be pleased when she sees you two like that" Sam added, smirking towards Bucky, who nodded accordingly. "Anyway, you need to clean up and I need to talk to you. Dinner must be ready soon" Sam answered AJ's question.

"Buck, I'll be back in a second. Then we can hang in the door and finish up for today" Sam's bracelet remote beeped. Red Wing had sent the pictures to his phone.

***

"What's going on uncle Sam?" Cass asked after all three had left the boat and were slowly walking to the back of the house to clean up their mess, before their mother saw them.

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you too" Sam replied.

"Nothing. What should be going on?" AJ eluded him, nervously side eyeing Cass.

Sam specified his question "Why are your uncle and your mom acting so strange?"

"Oh, about that..." Cass and AJ responded in unison, looking at each other. Then both giggled. And Sam's confusion grew even worse.

Then a high pitched and blurred voice, from inside the house, screamed at them.

It was Sarah. She opened the window "Look at you two. Who is going to wash that? And the grass stains on that jeans AJ?"

"I was goalkeeper" AJ said, loud enough so only his brother and uncle could hear it.

"You’re not going to enter my house like that! AJ I heard that. No talking back to me, you know that. You two are going to wash your own clothes, just so we are clear" Sarah's frustrated tone changed immediately as she saw Sam "Oh, hey Sam, are you done for today? Dinner is almost ready, but you can shower before that if you want"

The boys went around the house to follow their mothers request and get rid of the mud, while their mom was distracted; Sam´s question already forgotten.

It took him a beat too long to respond, but Sarah waited patiently “Yes we´re almost done. I’ll shower before dinner, but don´t wait for me. Bucky probably wants to…”

“Oh, don´t worry we can wait. It´s not like we’re starving to death” Sarah interrupted him with an exaggerated laugh.

Sam sighted again. The day was pretty busy, the sun hot and he was tired.

But curiosity killed the cat, right?

“Sarah” Sam voice now a little sharper “What is going on between you and Buck?”

***

With a frustrated huff Sam let the cold water run down his body.

Nobody knew anything, but everyone acted strange, he thought, massaging his temples enjoying the cool wet.

Sarah did not answer. She gave a short explanation about her relationship with Bucky, completely missing the point of his question. Then she vanished from the window, leaving Sam with his doubts.

Now he was trying to figure it out himself. What exactly he needed to figure out was unclear too. “What did I miss?” he questioned out loud in to the empty bathroom.

Everything was perfectly fine till today morning. They couldn´t have discussed in the morning, because he was always the first up on his feet.

Absentmindedly he soaped and rinsed his hair and body.

Then it struck him. Torres´s call. They must have discussed during his call. That would explain why the boys were so obediently quiet afterwards.

“But what could they have discussed about?” another question floating unanswered in the steamy air of the bathroom.

Sam stepped out of the shower, at the moment his Red Wing remote beeped. He sent the little drone out to look for bee nests around the house. They were pretty common around here, but for AJ deadly due to his allergy.

He must have found one somewhere.

Sam made a mental note to call the beekeeper, to remove the nest safely. But he dismissed the idea almost immediately.

Red wing.

Red wing was laying on the sofa last night, he probably recorded the whole evening. Bucky complained afterwards that Sam leaves Red Wing everywhere after repairing or upgrading him. He must have recorded the discussion between Sarah and Buck.

Without wasting much more time in the bathroom, Sam rushed over to his room, where Red Wing was patiently waiting for new orders on his bed.

“Red Wing, replay the audio footage of last night between” Sam rapidly took his phone out “7.35 and 7.40”

***

AJ and Cass looking shiny new in their fresh clothes, were nervously waiting for uncle Sam. Their Mother and Uncle were ignoring each other sipping on their glass of wine. The kitchen smelled amazing with the different pregnant spices of the casserole hanging in the air.

From the top they could hear Sam´s distinguished steps coming down the stair. At the sound of it, Bucky´s and Sarah´s posture changed immediately to warm smiles and relaxed shoulders.

Sam came down with a big grin on his face and Red Wing in his hands.

“Finally” Cass sighted, already grabbing the spoon to serve himself, just to get his hand clapped away by Sarah.

“Don´t be so impatient Cass, let your uncle take a seat first”

“Oh, don´t worry about me. Cass serve yourself; I still have something to say” Sam intervened his grin growing even bigger. Sarah and Bucky exchanged for the first time a glance.

“Red Wing, had been quite useful today” Sam said laying the drone on a little side table near the stairs. “Yes, quite useful” Sam repeated with a chuckle seating himself on his usual spot besides Bucky, who seemed really preoccupied over his strange behavior.

“I think if I ever stranded on a lone island, I would hope to have Red Wing with me” Sam kept on talking, taking the spoon from AJ, who already was pouncing his plate. “He could alarm me from any wild animals or even hunt something for me, without complaining or competing” he added savoring the confused expressions of his family “Yes, he truly is my favorite” Sam finished, passing the spoon to Bucky.

Sarah choked on her wine, looking over to Bucky, who couldn´t compute what was going on.

The boys bursted out in to a laugh, Sam gladly joined.

“How?” Buck asked knitting his brows, still holding the serving spoon, then his eyes shifted to the little red drone on the side table “Oh”

“Yes” was the only thing Sam managed to say between tears.

Sarah and Bucky looked at each other for another moment completely embarrassed. Then both grinned joining the others laughs.

After everyone caught their breath again, Cass broke the silence “But uncle Sam who´s your real favorite?”

Sam smiled at his little nephew “Red wing is real isn´t he?”

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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ii; BLUE BAYOU SERIES

Oh that boy of mine, by my side. The silver moon and the evening tide.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: TFAWS!Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: Sam and y/n go on their first date.

Word Count: 2326

Author’s Notes: I’m so excited for this series, please let me know any feedback you have!

Sam has been on many missions in his life, but none COMPARE to the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach as he’s deciding what to wear. Why was it even this hard? It was just a date, he had been on plenty of dates in his life before his tours in the Air Force. Okay, maybe it WAS his first date since then, but did that mean the Wilson charm and composure was just gone, right?

He had helped at the docks that day, carrying in the new catch and helping take inventory of the stock they had to sell for the weekend, but he still couldn’t quite get y/n out of his mind. Sarah had been busy cooking and dropping off another large order for a family reunion downtown, so he hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to her about y/n or the DATE.

Sam had just dried off from the shower, grabbing a pair of clean Calvin Klein boxers and pulling them over his hips. Fingers fumbled with his phone, hitting the Facetime button next to Sarah’s contact and furrowing his brows as he waited for her to answer.

“Cass! AJ! No running PLEASE, come and set the table for dinner.” Sarah’s voice was yelling out past the phone and out of Sam’s vision, but her face popped up on the screen as she stood in the kitchen. “Hey Sam, got that date tonight huh?” Her face turns back towards the screen, a wide smile spreading across her lips.

“Yes, in an hour actually, which is why I called. It’s weird to wear a dress shirt, RIGHT?” He had a few options laid out on the bed, looking them over and scratching the back of his neck. “Sam, it’s summer in Louisiana, do YOU think it’s a good idea to wear a dress shirt?”

“Right...definitely don’t want to be sweating.” Not that he WASN’T already. “Let me show you what I have on the bed then, you know what women like.” Sarah chuckles. “Of course I do, I am a woman.” Sam flips the video screen so Sarah can look over the choices, catching a glimpse of AJ & Cass moving behind his sister to grab the food off the stove.

Sarah takes a moment, looking at the choices he’s laid out and thinking about the atmosphere at Thompson’s Kitchen. It wasn’t SUPER fancy, but also not just a bar and grill. “If I were you I’d go with the navy t-shirt, dark denim jeans, those black sneakers and...your brown suede jacket.” Sam pulls the pieces together as she’s talking, nodding his head in agreement. That was his favorite jacket, maybe it would bring him good luck.

“Mom, your dinner’s getting cold!” AJ calls out from the kitchen table, piling some green beans onto his plate. “Alright, Sam I gotta go. Just remember to relax, be yourself, and DON’T make this messy, I don’t want to have to stop going to the boxing gym because of you.” Sam chuckles, rolling his eyes at her words. As if he would mess up THAT bad.

“Alright, I promise. Boys, be good for your mom tonight! Love you, Sis.” He waits for her to say it back before hanging up his phone, dropping it to the bed. He’s got the outfit all picked, now he just has to get himself ready and head OUT.

Y/N just finished curling the last strand of her hair, shaking out the loose curls and spraying them just slightly with hairspray. She is honestly EXCITED for this date, having not been out on a date since she was completing her Master’s. And besides, it didn’t hurt to get out of her apartment and find another spot in town for her to dine at during the week.

The ride the day before with Sarah was fine, both of them laughing at how Sam had TRIED to be smooth by asking her out. Sarah assured her that her brother was not some fuckboy she’d find if she had decided to download Tinder as she had almost done a week prior before Sarah had advised her against it.

She didn’t need time to pick out an outfit, most of her clothes from the move were work appropriate, only having a few outfits she could wear out on the town. She REALLY needed to go shopping if she was going to be spending more time out at night and on the weekends. Her days consisted of work and nights consisted of lying in bed watching reruns of New Girl or reading one of the many books she had bought at the bookstore down the street from her apartment. Y/N LOVED going out, but she hadn’t really gotten close to anyone but Sarah so far.

Her fingers smoothed out the lavender slip dress against her figure, the hem coming just above her knee. She quickly pulled on a pair of white Keds, fumbling through the jewelry on the dresser until you pulled out a pair of simple gold hoops to compliment her skin tone. She didn’t know how long they’d be out, and wearing anything heeled would not feel good after having worn her Steve Madden wedges at work all day.

“Perfect.” She smiles at herself in the mirror, swiping on a bit of chapstick before grabbing her purse and keys to walk out the front door.

Sam arrives at Thompson’s Kitchen and peaks inside, not seeing y/n anywhere at the bar or tables. He decides to grab them a table near the wall, taking off his jacket and setting it on the back of his chair. A waitress comes over to the table, a middle aged woman with the name tag “Elizabeth” on the top right hand of her maroon polo. “Welcome to Thompson’s Kitchen.” Her eyes look up from her notepad, smiling as she recognizes him.

“Well if it isn’t Captain America himself! What can I getcha darlin’?” He chuckles nervously, still not used to hearing himself called that in public. “I’m actually waiting on someone…” His voice trails off when he feels a burst of air from the door open, y/n emerging and scanning the room for her date. She looks PERFECT, the lavender dress draped beautifully against her body, the neckline sweeping low, but not low enough to be too revealing.

“And it looks like she’s just come in. Y/N!” He calls out, his voice making her turn and smile as she moved over to the table he was at. She gestured politely to the waitress, taking the seat across from him and setting her bag next to her feet on the floor.

She looks even more STUNNING up close, and he takes note of the Keds on her feet, glad that she didn’t wear heels. He definitely felt that they looked natural together, not over or underdressed for the occasion.

“Good Evening Miss.” The waitress pulled two menus from under her arm, setting them down on the table. “Could I get ya’ll started with something to drink?”

Y/N’s eyes scan over the list of drinks on the back of the menu, looking back up to the waitress. “I’ll get a bottle of Coors Light.” Sam smiles, he was a beer guy himself.

“I’ll take a Miller Lite.” Sam watches as the waitress leaves, scanning over the menu again before looking back up to y/n. “I took you as more of a WINE girl.”

Y/N scrunches her nose, shaking her head. “Definitely NOT, wine tastes like nail polish remover to me. I can only really handle beer and some mixed drinks.” Her head tilts to the side, taking in the scent of his cologne. It was nice, a very woodsy smell with a HINT of orange. “What’s your go to liquor?”

Sam has already decided what he wants, having come to the restaurant quite a bit whenever he was in town. “Scotch, you?” He raises an eyebrow up at her. “Jack Daniels, preferably the honey kind, definitely nothing with cinnamon.” A love for whiskey and beer, already TWO things they had in common.

The waitress returns with their drinks, pulling out her notepad once again. “What’ll it be tonight?”

“I’ll have the crawfish étouffée, thank you.” Sam hands her the menu as she finishes jotting down his order, turning to y/n. “I’ll get your shrimp po’boy with a side of sweet potato fries please.” She shuts her menu and hands it to her, sitting up straighter in her seat.

The waitress walks off and the table goes silent briefly, both taking sips of their beer. Sam smiles softly, he doesn’t feel NERVOUS, just wondering what to ask her about first.

“So you said you just moved here, I’m assuming from Colorado?” He’s referring to her license plate that he noticed the day prior.

“Yeah, I used to live in Boulder but I got offered a great position at Northwood University after I graduated.” Her smile is so genuine with excitement, and Sam can’t help but smile wider at her. “Northwood University is great, quite the commute for you though. Are you a professor?” It was at least a forty minute drive from his place.

She takes another swig from her beer, nodding her head. “Definitely, but I didn’t want to live in the city, that would be way too much for me. BESIDES, a former colleague of mine used to live in this area and they highly recommended it to me.” Nails tap against the table as she hears a Fleetwood Mac song drifting out of the speakers overhead. “And yes, I’m a sociology professor, I just graduated with my PhD in sociology last Fall.” She’s very proud of herself and what she’s accomplished, having gone farther in school than anyone in her family.

Sam is taken aback, she was very impressive and clearly EXTREMELY intelligent. Brains and beauty. “Congratulations, I can tell you have a passion for what you do.” She nods, eyes meeting his brown hues. “Enough about me though, Sarah told me you used to be in the Air Force, said you were in two tours in Afghanistan?”

The waitress makes it back to their table, setting the food in front of them and asking if they need anything else. After they decline Sam takes a bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully before answering. “Yes I did.”

“What made you get out?” He stops his motions, taking a deep breath. “Actually, I lost my friend, RILEY, during a mission. Decided it was time to get out and...now I’m here.”

Y/N takes a bite of her po’boy, wiping at her mouth as the sauce spreads against the corner of her lip. “I’m sorry...I can imagine how hard that must’ve been.” She pauses, looking down at her plate, chewing softly on the inside of her cheek. “I actually lost my dad during that war...he was stationed with the military in Afghanistan after 9/11. About six months in him and his crew were headed to back to the BASE when their vehicle hit an IED, none of them survived...he served in the Kosova War before that.” She grabs a fry off her plate, chewing on it before looking back up at him.

Sam’s face grows solemn. “I’m sorry…” He feels connected to her through their shared stories, feeling a sense of relief that someone could UNDERSTAND him on a level that most couldn’t.

“It’s fine, I was only seven so I don’t remember it much…” She lied, she DID remember it. She remembered the call her mom got that day, how her mother fell to the floor, the scream that left her mouth embedded in her brain. Y/N remembered how she held her little sister tight to her chest, distracting her by singing Part of Your World, trying to keep her from crying, though she barely knew what was going on.

The conversation shifts as they finish their meals, talking about less serious topics; music they like, movies they’ve recently seen, places they’ve traveled. Y/N is nursing her second beer when the check arrives, immediately picking it up.

“No, y/n, give that to me.” Sam tries to pull it from her grasp but she moves it out of his way. “I’ll only offer to split it.” She HATED when others paid for anything, her mother always taught her to be independent and take care of HERSELF.

Sam can tell she won’t budge, handing her some cash from his wallet. “Fine...but at least let me also pay the tip. And I WILL pay next time.” He didn’t mean to let it slip, but y/n wasn’t bothered at all by the thought of a next time.

After paying, they excuse themselves from the table. Sam opens the door to the restaurant, letting y/n step under his arm to walk through before him.

“That was FUN.” She announced, tilting her head to look up at him. It’s not that late, but the moon was out, shining over the water as the waves crashed gently against the rocks near the shore.

“It was…” He hesitates, hand coming up to itch at the back of his neck. “I don’t suppose you’re up for some dessert?” He can SMELL her perfume when the wind blows, a sweet fragrance that tickles his nose.

Y/N smiles, she’s not ready to leave him just yet either. This was the most fun she’s EVER had on a date, and the easiest the conversation has ever flowed with someone. He was DIFFERENT. Her stomach did a somersault at that thought, she hadn’t let herself get this close to anyone in awhile. “I’m down for anything.”

Sam steps closer, hesitating before taking his hand in hers. It feels SMALL in his own, but fits perfectly in his grip. And just like that he’s not as nervous, she hadn’t pulled her hand away either, which was a good sign.

“Well then, I’ll lead the way.”

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #marvel fic #marvel #doubleleoenergyworks #blue bayou series

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cloveroctobers · 4 years

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BLAKE JOLLEY —

IG info/bio: @/jollyblke | 8.4k followers | Activist | I’m here to save the world, it’s my right. & You should care about your environment too, get active. If not? Leave. Visit: theindigenousmovement.com

22 (23) years old

From Kensington, England

Choctaw nation & proud

Visits Oklahoma every other summer...sometimes it’s every few years

Majority of her family lives there on a reservation

She’s made a name for herself in the town for speaking up for the missing and m*rdered women of her community & how they continue to sweep that shit under the rug

Call it what it is, genocide

Has been arrested & charged a few times

Has a sense of dread when she goes back but also a form of happiness since her mom, some of her sibs, and other family members are there

Has 7 siblings

4 boys, 3 girls

Chelsea found that so facisinating!

I feel like there’s two sides to Blake? Either she’s rooting for you or she’s shitting you, there’s no in between

Willing to communicate & have intellectual conversations

Has to be in the mood to socialize, sometimes she just prefers NOT to talk since that requires energy

Always tired, doesn’t sleep much, probably has insomnia a little bit

Was on the debate team in secondary

Either you like her or you hate her, either way that’s a you problem

Kinda a loner, keeps to herself—always feeling like people should be doing more with their time on this earth

But she also understands that there are moments where you need to chill/relax/ have fun or take some time out for yourself

Donates to woman’s shelters often

Attends & organizes protests

Minimal makeup: mascara, nude blush, moisturizer mixed with sunscreen, a lip tint & she’s on her way

Knows how to ride a bull but will only do so if she’s back in Oklahoma

Knows how to work a g*n & is licensed to carry but prefers not to

Enjoys cliff diving & swimming as a form of exercise (not counting the hr long protests she travels to & attends)

Will do leg exercises more than anything at home, does not have a gym membership & will never get one

Favorite color is in the tropical blue shades: turquoise & aqua

Her home is her personal sanctuary, where she feels the most safe & allowed to be herself. Doesn’t invite anyone over to mess with the energy she has there, afraid that they’ll ruin that. She’ll meet you somewhere but one thing you’re not going to do is come into her space

Always has kale & quinoa in her flat

Has a chronic stomach condition

She’s a very blunt person & many don’t take that lightly, she doesn’t sugarcoat anything

Doesn’t have much experience in the love department

A few have tried but she either ignores them or tells them straight up that she’s not interested, always was focused on her school work & other things

That’s why she’s single

Now that she’s in her early twenties she feels like that she needs to experience love

She feels like she wants it? However a part of her isn’t sure if it’s something that she truly needs?

Possibly aromantic?

so when she met henrik, she immediately felt platonic energy with him & didn’t mind exploring it but also found noah quite aesthetically attractive?

Henrik fit into her lifestyle nicely outside of the villa, it was nice having someone else to talk to & spend time with. She wasn’t sure how she was meant to feel when he asked her to be his gf inside & outside the villa but she agreed so why not?

Her mother felt like she shouldn’t analyze the boy as if he was some sort of experiment, Blake did like watching experimental movies/documentaries based on true events or reading about them but she truly did not feel like that’s what she was doing with henrik

They had their differences ofc, henrik was more easy going/chill when it came to things whereas Blake observed before she attacked. If It don’t sit right with her, she’s gonna say some shit

She was the one to call it quits with henrik after almost two years passed

She was not heartbroken over it but she did realize how things changed now that he was no longer in her life

Loves clothing that have slits in them or v-necks

Loves going to flower shops since they remind her of her mom

I feel like she smells like cherries & cashmere musk

Adores sunsets, that’s the time of day where she feels most at ease

Interested in photography & is currently exploring what is her best subject to shoot...her activism helps

she hopes to have her own biography made about her one day

learning to gradually let her walls down but it’s extremely hard to do with the negative energy the world brings

Is cordial with mc...after some years have passed and they and their significant other always feel the need to have meet ups once a year where they invite EVERYONE somewhere else

Blake feels like they still have ties with the production company of love island but that’s not her business

Unless her services are truly required and the $ is right or if Elisa decides to drag her then she’s not going

Being on reality tv was not her main purpose

She hated the superficial and trying hard, things should just be natural

She’s above love island now & she doesn’t need to see henrik or Lucas OR single Noah every year

Her profile is filled with activism and how people can get involved

Along with a good dump of her face, she knew she was pretty but she didn’t need to use that to her advantage there was, “more to life than shallowness”

She barely remembers the other girls she entered the villa with. she thinks one or two tried to reach out to her in her dms but she ignored them

Is indifferent towards Shannon & jo

she gets jo confused with lily from season 3 when they both pop up on her explore feed. Again she doesn’t know why insta feels the need to show her other people’s lives if she’s not following them in the first place?

Doesn’t follow people back unless she’s got a strong platonic connection with you

Has lunch & dinner dates with her dad since he resides in England as well

She believes her parents marriage is a reflection on her non-existent/small percentage of relationships

They live in two different countries and they’ve been married for 15 years & still seem to be in love...hey whatever works! It works for Dolly Parton & her husband although they live in the same house? I think

On the outside it seems like she has a cold heart and many around her have told her mainly her sibs but she doesn’t believe that’s completely true

She has feelings!

If she was truly cold hearted, she wouldn’t have any remorse for the bad she’s done or wouldn’t be fighting for those who deserve it right?

Cap sun + Scorpio moon + sag rising

Thinks Mena Massoud, Rami Malek, Ben Hardy, Rahul Kohli, Kurt Cobain, Manish Dayal, Janel Parrish, Charles Melton, Manny Jacinto, Miguel Gomez, & Clayton Cardenas are all nice to look at

Listens to: Yuna, Aly & AJ, Pip Millett, Jaz Kris, Sinhead Harnett, Iyamah, James Vickery, Maluma, Kanye West, emotional oranges, & Jimmie allen

Anthem? Hope Tala — All My girls like to fight

#litg #litg2 #litg s2 #litg Blake #litg mc #litg moodboard #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg oc #basically lol #now I’m finally down with s2 #litg noah #litg henrik #litg Lucas

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bridgemeadhq · 3 years

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THE BETA

full name: Dylan Frye

faceclaim: Jordan Fisher

age: 20

birthday: May 3

gender: Cis man

pronouns: He/Him

four traits: Hot-tempered, indecisive, observant, eccentric

worst fear: Hurting someone when he’s in wolf form

favourite horror movie: Us – he likes movies that make him think

hometown: Bridgemead, Massachusetts

living situation: Living at home in North Bridgemead and commuting to school for classes

major: Physiology

BIOGRAPHY

Dylan Byrne always felt like an old soul, not really connecting to the people around him in elementary school because he felt like they had nothing in common, and was always annoying everyone by asking a million questions about the world around him. He’s always been a bit of an oddball, preferring to sit outside in the rain so that he can smell the dirt and the trees and pretend that he himself is a plant, rather than playing video games or going to dances, or whatever it was kids his age did. When he was 12, his parents sat him down and told him the truth about their family. They were werewolves, which meant that he was 110% carrying the gene. He was completely surprised, but not entirely shocked. In fact, the most shocking thing to him about the entire conversation was that nobody knew when the change could happen – there was about a five-year window. Dylan had listened with a silent interest about all the things that were going to happen to his body, both through puberty and as he changed into a werewolf. After that, he started to devour literature on supernatural creatures, mostly to satiate his curiosity. His parents couldn’t (or wouldn’t) confirm or deny the existence of any other creatures in Bridgemead, and it was the question unanswered that lit the fire of fascination for Dylan.

If there were werewolves in the town, there had to be more supernatural creatures out there. It wasn’t exactly a secret that freaky things happened when people had their backs turned, or in the dead of night, but there were never any explanations offered by town officials. For as eccentric as Dylan can be, he is incredibly intelligent, though not in the most conventional way. He prefers to question the way that things are, and think outside the box. Because of this, he tends to be quite observant, noticing things about the world around him that others might have missed. Throughout most of his high school career, he lived his life on edge, wondering when his transformation might happen. He always wanted to play football, but was afraid to in case he accidentally wolfed out in the middle of a game – even though his parents assured him something like that would never happen, he was definitely not going to let himself get into a situation he regretted later.

When he met a small group of friends who finally had something that Dylan could connect to – searching out the supernatural – he started to form deep connections and come out of his shell. Of course, as soon as he started to make friends, his body decided that it was finally time to make the change, and Dylan was horrified. As much as he thought he was mentally prepared for it, and as much as his parents had tried to help him be ready … he just wasn’t. At first, everything felt incredibly heightened – he started exploding at things that he wouldn’t normally, eating everything in sight, and was amazed at his increased strength and smell. For someone normally so observant, it was difficult to not remember an entire night of his life the next morning, and it made Dylan feel unsettled.

It’s not that Dylan shies away from his nature, in fact, the scientist in him takes a quiet fascination in the changes made to his body during the full moon. It just scares him that he can’t remember everything in the morning, and the mood swings throw him off. The last thing that he would ever want is to hurt somebody when he isn’t in control. Being pensive normally, Dylan’s default is to introvert into himself, and after his first transformation, he started to pull away from his friends, ignoring their calls and dodging their plans. He should have known that AJ would never let him disappear silently into the night, and after a big blow up, he finally confessed the truth about him to his friends. There was no point hiding it, really, if they were going to be dredging up everything supernatural in the town anyway. Feeling accepted by the group once his secret got out cemented the bond, Dylan finally felt like he belonged, and was determined to be as loyal to his friends as they had been to him. As soon as Dylan met Jordana, he tried to be her friend, feeling like they could truly connect on a deeper level because of their shared nature. Quite honestly, Jordana snubbing him hurt Dylan’s feelings, but he still wanted to look out for her, eventually convincing AJ to involve her in their group.

Deciding to go to university after high school graduation, he eventually chose a science career, choosing to study physiology because of his fascination with the body and how it works. He wanted to study the body in every way that he could, secretly hoping that it might help him understand his own nature more. If he completely understood the physiology behind the human body, what was stopping him from researching more into the physiology of his werewolf gene? Along with being a physics student at Bridgemead College, Dylan is a junior member of the town’s pack of werewolves. His parents would like him to get more involved, but quite honestly, Dylan would rather be a beta than an alpha. He doesn’t like to be the center of attention, and besides, he has enough going on with school, his pack duties, and working with his friends to uncover the truth behind their town. He wants to make sure he’s there for his friends when they need him.

Dylan likes taking the role of beta in their group, and would definitely rather follow orders and support his friends from behind the scenes than be the one at the center. He looks to AJ for direction a lot, often following her lead. Dylan likes to help Finley out, and once he has enough information, will often tell them every observation he has. Despite being snubbed by Jordana, he is determined to keep an eye on her. As the group has grown, Dylan has found himself really happy that he’s finally found a group of like-minded people, and finds that their shared interest makes it easier for him to connect to them. However, as the group grows, so do the personalities, and it’s only a matter of time before Dylan’s temper flares up and he butts heads with someone, especially around the full moon. As he’s typically the hungriest group member, Dylan is also usually the one to bring the snacks.

Dylan has never felt fully confined to the stereotypes of the gender binary. He wouldn’t describe himself as masculine, but he wouldn’t describe himself as overly feminine, either. He definitely identifies as a man, but he doesn’t like the machismo that it can come with. Eventually, he decided to stop trying to identify himself on a binary, realizing that he was just Dylan. If he wanted to paint his nails, wear a skirt, and play football all in the same day, who cared? If there’s one thing you can say about him, it’s that he marches to the beat of his own drum. Being called an oddball doesn’t really bother him though, and he will often come out of the blue with really odd and thought-provoking questions and statements (he loves the ‘is the hog dog a sandwich’ debate). He’s always had an odd sense of humour, and is usually one to make a quiet wise crack, though since his transformation he had gotten a lot less even-tempered, often seeking out the forest to calm down. It frustrates him, losing his temper, and he finds that it gets the worst closest to the full moon. He tends to be indecisive because he wants to know all of the information and options before he makes a decision. He can be a bit blunt at times, but he truly means well, and is a good and loyal friend once he lets you in.

#bio

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peace-coast-island · 4 years

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Diary of a Junebug

At the Drumbeats Festival!

Guess which camp had the honor of hosting the Drumbeats Festival? Actually, it was kind of a last minute thing. Sunny’s camp was originally going to do it but scheduling conflicts happened and since my camp’s the nearest, they decided to move it here. First the Happy Floral Festival and now this? It’s been a lucky year!

So for the past week Isabelle, Katie, Daisy Jane, and I have been working hard to get things ready for the festivities. Since we’ve had experience with the Happy Floral Festival, preparation was a lot less daunting this time around. I’ll admit, it was tight, but we managed to get it done.

Because things were a bit hectic due to last minute changes, we had help from some of the performers who arrived early. To my surprise, there were some familiar faces at the festival. One of them happens to be Hawk, the last of the BFF Squad who finally made it to the camp! His sister Paloma is one of the performers along with her partner Phoebe in a duo called Lo-Pheebs, which is a play on lo-fi. What a cool name! I’ve only met Paloma a handful of times and she’s always fun to hang around with. Phoebe perfectly compliments her in personality as they’re chill and laid back while Paloma’s enthusiastic and playfully aggressive.

Another familiar face were the Thornton bros. Ever since the entourage officially disbanded I haven’t seen much of Josh and Lake, and even less of Demetri. Shortly after leaving the entourage, Josh became Lo-Pheeb’s manager, which was unexpected but turned out to be a good fit for him. Meanwhile Lake’s been focusing on his acting career as well as trying to become an influencer and Demetri’s studying at Seashore Path while working at Kitchen Cove on the weekends. In short, they’ve all been super busy to the point that they rarely saw each other anymore, which was surprising to me as all three are super close.

The Drumbeats Festival is a music festival where all kinds of artists come together to perform. It has an indie, folk rock, lo-fi vibe that makes you feel chill and pumped up at the same time. I wasn’t familiar with many of the artists so it was great listening to and discovering new music. Lo-Pheebs is definitely on top of my list of new artists to check out!

Lo-Pheebs became a thing over a year ago, shortly after Paloma’s band Out of Sight disbanded. She met Phoebe while on tour a few years back and they became friends, later partners. Lake was the one who suggested Josh become their manager because he felt that his brother needed someone to boss around that wasn’t him or Demetri. Josh is the type of guy who can go a little overboard when it comes to being supportive, something his brothers know all too well. Paloma’s similar in that way too so that’s why they get along so well. At least Phoebe’s there to balance them out as they’re good at handling conflict and helping others see the bigger picture, something that Josh and Paloma admit they’re working on.

This year was supposed to be a busy one for Lo-Pheebs as they were finally breaking into the charts. The festival was actually their first performance in months as they decided to take some time off touring after finishing a major one earlier this year. Josh had to leave abruptly towards the end of their last tour when Lake was badly hurt while on vacation. Also, in between tour stops, Paloma was helping Hawk in Crescent Moon and Phoebe had their own family stuff to deal with. So with everything being so hectic, the duo decided to postpone their next tour and focus on studio work, resulting in their first EP, Bring Down the Beats.

Now that Lake’s almost fully recovered, Josh is slowly getting back into the swing of things. It’s good to see Lake again, especially since he almost died in a freak accident. So naturally his brothers are a bit overprotective of him, making sure that he doesn’t exert himself and such. He can’t run around and explore with his bros, but he’s perfectly content hanging around the camp and taking pics to post online. Honestly, I’m surprised that he doesn’t have more followers.

Hawk and Demetri are an unlikely duo I never saw coming. In a way, they’re kinda like Paloma and Phoebe - the enthusiastic and easily excited one and the chill and quiet one. They’re both into computers and tech stuff - Demetri’s a self taught hacker and Hawk likes to build stuff. Them building something together is either genius or dangerous - let’s be honest, if anyone were to accidentally build a killer robot, it’ll probably be them. Still, I’m interested in a collaboration between the two just to see what they can come up with.

In between setting up for the festival, we also took the time to hang out at the camp. Hawk was going to meet up with Paloma and Phoebe at the festival so when he heard that it was being moved to the camp, he decided to drop by early. So Paloma, Phoebe, Josh, Lake, and Demetri tagged along as they too wanted to help out and spend a couple days at the camp. When we weren’t doing festival prep, we went fishing, bug catching, swimming, cloud gazing, seashell hunting, and foraging - all the fun outdoorsy stuff that one does while camping. It was also a good way to wind back from the stress of setting up a festival, which we definitely needed.

The Drumbeats Festival was a blast! Like I said, I’ve discovered a bunch of new artists to check out. I also learned a lot about drums, which was unexpected, but now that I think about it, the festival is called Drumbeats for a reason. Who knew that drums can be so interesting? Some of the stands are interactive - not only you learn about different kinds of drums, you also get to play with them!

There’s nothing more perfect than a fun festival under a starry night. Hawk says he’s been into constellations lately, especially now that he has a newfound appreciation for them after spending a couple months out in space. It’s cute seeing him and Celeste gush over stars and galaxies!

We got to see the Starstruck Nebula, something that only shows up once in a blue moon so that was super amazing! The books were right, words can’t accurately describe how it looks. The closest I can come up with is like a rainbow kaleidoscope made up of stardust and flames, which probably doesn’t make sense now that I think about it. Now I can cross off another thing from my bucket list!

While messing around with drum tracks, Josh and I got to talking about the future. By that, we mean Hawk, Paloma, Lake, and their significant others. Paloma’s with Phoebe, Hawk with Kat, and now Lake and Tom are a thing. According to Josh, it was kinda a will they, won’t they relationship - though it was a surprise that they ended up together. Lake did say his near death experience caused him reevaluate some things and they spent a lot of time together while he was recovering so it makes sense.

As for Hawk and Kat, there’s been talk of an engagement in the near future. AJ, Elara, and Micah have mentioned it - Micah being fully convinced that a conversation he overheard between his sister and dad has to do with Kat seeking advice on proposing. Devi, Leyla, Tulippa, Misty, and DT have speculated on it as well. So far, nothing from Kat and Hawk themselves so it’s still all up in the air. Let’s just say that when one of them finally pops the question, we’ve got the champagne bottles ready.

Josh also talked a bit about Lake’s ordeal and how it shook him and his brothers up. For a while, before the accident, things were rocky between the two brothers. Most of the time it was minor, petty disagreements, usually involving one of Josh’s schemes gone wrong. They still don’t always see eye to eye, but things were really bad around the time between the entourage disbanding and the accident. And in the middle of all that was Demetri, who was trying to keep the peace as he hates it when his brothers fight, especially when they try to drag him into the conflict.

When everything came to a crashing halt, Josh had to come to terms with some hard truths. The main ones being that he can’t fix everything and that sometimes it’s not okay. Being the oldest and having practically raised his brothers by himself, he’s super protective of them. So it’s understandable why Lake and Demetri sometimes feel smothered by him. He’s been working on giving his bros space and their bond has grown stronger since then.

I’ll admit, sometimes while catching up with Josh I wonder if this is the same guy I met at Rave’s party (it was a weird time and no, I will not elaborate), but not in a bad way. Of course, he’s still the same happy go lucky, playful, and easily excitable goofball we all know and love - now with a touch of emotional maturity. He and his brothers don’t always have it easy so it’s good to hear that things are getting better. Seeing the three of them together not only reminds me of their close bond - something I always admired about them - but also how much they’ve been through.

I’m glad that Josh is finally able to find some peace for himself. Being out on the road with Lo-Pheebs really helped him find a purpose outside of his bros and in return, Lake and Demetri can live their own lives without worrying about leaving Josh behind.

After having a busy week, there’s nothing more rewarding than a night full of fun festivities! On a side note, Lo-Pheebs is on the roster for Concert in the Stars, so the camp will be a stop on their tour, which is set to begin in a couple months. Lake and I are making plans for him and his brothers to spend a weekend at the camp during an event. Also, Hawk and I are also making plans for a BFF Squad camping adventure. So there’s a lot to look forward to in the future.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 4 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 96 Xs1) "Met Some Friends at A Rock Show"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3 @lovemythsworld @crystalbaby12 @mgkobsessed @5sosfam1dlover @backoftheroomandnotbelonging

"WHAT. Are you guys DOOIN'??" Casie stands over top of Luna and Colson.

Her eyebrows are furrowed and lip is snarled as her hand sits cocked on her hip. Peering down at the two adults. They're still wrapped in each other from the night before. On the floor. Shocked but thankfully dressed.....

"Thank You, Period!!" Luna thinks in gratitude of Casie not finding them naked or fucking. "Thank Fuck I'm just off....." Terror suddenly striking. Luna never more appreciative of clothes.

Reaching his long arms out, Colson drags his daughter down with them. Bear hugging her inside of his body. "We liiiive here nooowww...." Colson growls as he tickles her.

Luna smiles as they remind her of the night on the hallway floor with Ashley and Dom.

"I don't wanna live on the floor!!!" Casie shouts as she grins and play fights with her crazy father.

"Tooooo baaaad...." Luna growls now as she joins in on the tickling of the little girl.

It's not long before The Three of them are wrestling, laughing and rolling all over each other and the floor. Only giving up when Casie gasps between giggles that she can't breathe.

Sprawled out across each other, they hold hands and slowly catch their breath together. Hearts and lungs syncing up. Talking about what they wanna do Today. Luna suggests they hit the pool in The Hilton before they head to LA. Colson and Casie are pumped about this idea. He pops into the group chat, telling everyone the plan. They're all game.

With Casie changed into her swimsuit and on the phone with Emma. Luna and Colson quickly getting stoned in the bathroom, amongst other things as they do the same.

Colson can't keep his hands off of Luna as she tries to slip on a black one piece. Playfully swatting at him as he grabs and pulls her in tight for a passionate kiss.

"I fucking love you." He tells her with that beautiful grin before unlocking the door and letting her be.

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Colson's Eleven are insane. It doesn't matter where they are... They are so FUCKING loud and obnoxious, EVERYONE knows they're there. Whether they want to know it or not. Even with a kid amongst them, their group should still come with a Warning Sign.

However, Casie is having a blast along with them. So... In all honesty, who gives a FUCK. Swimming around freely, she squeals any time one of The Boys catches her. Sending her sailing into the air and splashing through the water.

Bullet watches from a lounge chair. The rest of the group wrestling and jumping all over each other as he sips on a Hurricane.

The Boys try to make Luna, Sam and Ashleigh their victims too as they dunk and toss The Girls around also. The Three of them fighting back playfully, splashing them furiously with fits of laughter when they fail.

Baze chucks Sam across the pool to her flying Fuck Yooouu. Colson and Benny play Luna Ball. It's kinda like Colson and Pete's Moon Pie... But worse. Throwing her whole body between the two of them for a moment before she manages to wiggle out of Colson's catch. Grabbing a false Rook as salvation, The Asshole dunks her to Benny and Colson's YEEEEAHS!! Luna spitting out a water filled I Hate Yous once she hits the surface. Slim and AJ both attack a terrified Ashleigh. Scooping her up for an equal toss.

The Girls come back fierce, sneaking up on each of The Boys individually. They all have such ADD as they joke and fuck around with each other, they don't see The Girls blatant plan. Using their three bodies together to dunk each one in retaliation. Benny being the hardest, barely going down. Casie and Bullet laugh at each one's surprise and The Girls's struggles.

Chicken is played between Colson&Luna V. Baze&Sam. It's a true battle. Baze is more solid than Colson, where Luna and Sam both know each other's weaknesses. The engaged couple's only advantage being, that this isn't her first time on his shoulders. They know how to move together smoothly. Taking Sam and Baze 2 outta 3.

Luna and Colson snake around each other triumphantly. Holding one another as they float around the pool together, kissing lightly. Rook yelling out CAW!! CAW!! to Luna's laughter and Colson's Shut The Fuck Up.

Climbing out after a bit, Luna sits on the edge of the pool with Ashleigh. Colson eventually swimming up to them. Resting his inked arms on Luna's tattooed thighs. Setting his chin on her wet knee, he beams up at them. Asking What 'Cha Talking About.

"The Roxy and what to do with Case..." Luna answers.

"I told you I'd take care of it." Colson says as he sucks water droplets off of her legs. "What are you doing tonight, Ash?" He asks with his teasing smirk.

Both girls erupting into laughter while shaking their heads. He really is an Asshole sometimes.

"Staying at the LA house with Case since Ashton is in Cleveland. We'll all stay there tonight but we gotta be out by 4P tomorrow for Denver on Saturday..." Ashleigh explains their schedule, always exaggerating their departure time to a notoriously late Colson.

It's Thursday.

"Fuck!!" Luna realizes... "What time is it??" She asks frantically hopping up.

It's 154P. Luna has a phone session at 2P.

Leaning down to kiss Colson. She grabs a robe, calling out Love Yoooouu before she disappears.

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Everyone continues to goof off around and inside the pool. Being threatened that they'll be Thrown Out if They Don't Calm Down. Casie's single look being the ONLY thing that tames them.

Colson texts Luna asking what she wants for lunch as they order poolside. Making it back for her turkey BLT and fries just as it's being served.

Everyone eventually tires from the pool. Casie's cold and wants to change. After helping her, Colson redresses Luna's shoulder. He's surprisingly attentive when it comes to His Girls's needs.

Packing up their things. Colson's Eleven finally heads towards The Bus.

Most of them joining the tight burn circle outside of it, exhaling fierce billows of smoke around them. Not that she can't look out the window, but at least they don't HotBox The Bus with Casie in it.

It's a quick hour or so to LA, filled with munchies and stoned jokes. Ashleigh ordering multiple uber's on the way.

Parking up, Don agrees to meet up with them tomorrow. HERE. At 5PM. Okay, Don... He's so EyeRoll Stern. With that Colson's Eleven are on their way home for the night. Or kinda....

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Walking through the door, Colson immediately drops his red LV bag. Letting out an exaggerated UUGGGHH with wide arms blocking the frame. Everyone else pushing against him with What The Fucks as they try to get in too. Finally moving, they all make their way inside. Happy to be off The Road. Even for a night.

Everyone bullshits around for a minute in the kitchen, Luna makes sure Hades&Persephone are alive. They are. Winning Colson a dozen sweet kisses. Ashleigh calling for Family Dinner as they begin to disperse.

"No ONE'S going out tonight until we all eat." She says firmly.

Yes Maaaaa's trail behind them. Even with chuckles, they're all thankful for her constant efforts.

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"Fuuuuuuuckkk I missed this...." Colson moans.

Luna has him straddled. Taking a slow, smooth ride on his cock. Head back as her long hair tickles his thighs.

"Hm?" She asks as she lifts it to look at him, blue eyes sparkling.

"Your sweet pussy in my fucking bed." He asserts as he holds her hips.

Leaning forward, Luna grabs the side of his neck with her right hand. Left one reaching behind her as her fingers play with his balls. Dropping her hips down low into him, she dips her mouth into his ear as he groans in pleasure.

"Awwww... You didn't like fucking me in the park?" She coos as she begins to shift quicker. "Or the on The Bus floor?" She asks seductively.

Recounting the different places and ways they've fucked while on tour in Colson's ear. Luna slides him into her deeper. For each spot.

"Unnhh... Keep talken', Kitten!" Colson encourages her, feeling himself close.

"Mmmm... And what about The Alley?" She moans.

That's it. The intense memory flashes through his mind. Grabbing her waist, Colson flips Luna onto her back.

"Sorry, Baby." He mutters without thinking when she winces.

Throwing her legs over his shoulders, Colson drives into Luna. Both moaning in pleasure from his full strokes. She crosses her legs behind his neck. Wrapping them around his head, drawing him in further. Picking up his pace, Colson grabs Luna's right ankle. Stretching her leg into the air as he lifts up then, dooown. Dick strong and long. Controlling her pussy as he licks and kisses the inside of her heel, sloppy tongue dragging along the curve of her arch to the tip of the side of her red polished toe. Dick raging as he fucks her dirty little ass. Luna has to grab the headboard for support as Colson makes them both cum. Pussy drunk off of him.

"Hmmmm...." Luna purrs in satisfaction as Colson lets her legs go, falling inside of her.

Stroking his back, they talk about an array of things. The Roxy tonight, Luna's therapy session earlier, when Casie goes back to Cleveland, how this leg of the tour ends soon. Some wedding stuff even comes up as they snuggle together.

"You sure you wanna marry me?" Colson looks up with a teasing smile but slightly worried eyes.

"Two times." She reassures him with a grin and a kiss.

"Mmmm... Two times." He agrees huskily into her mouth.

Running his hands along her naked body and through her hair, he kisses her face and neck. This isn't their first Two Times. Colson taking his time as he fucks Luna again.

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Dinner is loud and fun. Ashleigh sending Benny and Bullet to the store for the ingredients for chicken tacos.

With Colson's Eleven gathered around the kitchen table, they talk loudly as they pass cheese, lettuce and other sides around. Busting on each other as they make their tacos.

Casie calling for The Three Dinner Questions as they eat. Going around the table, they each answer The Best Part of Their Day, The Worst and One Thing They've Learned. The overall consensus being The Best is definitely being home for dinner. Thank you, Ashleigh. The other answers vary by the person.

Everyone takes part in cleaning up the kitchen. Except for Ashleigh. The general House Rule being... If You Cook. You DO NOT Clean.

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Luna and Colson are upstairs getting dressed to meet up with Ashley and Dom. Fresh from a ShowerFuck.

Both still naked, Colson rolls a joint as Luna cuts out lines on a square mirror. Each having a different 3:1 ratio. Three Percs and an Add for Luna, the opposite for Colson.

"Race ya..." Luna says with a devious half smile, handing him a straw.

"You're SO fucked up!!! He laughs amused by her antics.

Dipping their faces down, on three, they snort their lines quickly. Luna popping up first. Laughing as she rubs her nose, she calls him an Old Man.

"I got your Old Man, Bitch!!" He complains as he power bombs her on to the bed.

Luna's body bounces as Colson attacks her with his mouth and hands. It's not long before he's back inside of her.

"Fuuuuuck, Bunny...." She sighs with a giggle. "Can we get dressed now?"

"Maybe." He grins as he kisses her again before finally firing up that joint.

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"Looney!!! You're such a RockStar!!!" Casie exclaims once Luna comes downstairs.

Dressed in a black fishnet body stocking, she has on a tight, black leather skirt and a red Bikini Kill tank top over it. Thigh high black boots, heavy black eyes and a lip the same color as her small shirt to finish her off. Hair loose and wild.

"Doesn't she look like a RockStar, Ash?" Casie continues to squeal as she hops around Luna.

"Luna is definitely a RockStar!!" Ashleigh laughs.

She's always admired Luna's style. How it can jump from casual to wild in an instant. Kinda like Luna. One extreme to the next.

"You sure you guys will be okay?" Luna asks. "I can stay... We can have a Girls Night..." She offers to Ashleigh.

Colson comes bounding down the stairs in a white T, heavy jewelry, jeans and red Vans. Overhearing Luna.

"Fuck THAT. You're coming with me." He says as he bows down to peck her cheek before throwing on a gray jacket. "WE OUT!!!" He shouts before kissing Casie and Ashleigh GoodBye.

As The Boys head out the door, Ashleigh pushes Luna with them. A solid GO! coming along with it.

"Okay... Okay...!!" Luna laughs, grabbing her leather off the couch as she uncharacteristically follows directions.

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Getting inside The Roxy is pure hell. Even through the back entrance. Benny and Bullet aren't prepared for this at all. Getting mobbed, Luna and Colson are separated from everyone else. He has her tucked under his arm as The Paparazzi are shouting at them. Lights flashing as they try to move through The Insanity.

"MGK!! MGK!!" One yells.

"BROOKLYN!! ARE YOU LIVING IN LA NOW??" Another shouts.

"WHEN'S THE ACTUAL WEDDING!??" Screams a third.

"LUNA!! DID YOU REALLY BREAK BEBE REXHA'S NOSE!!?"

This one stops Luna cold, causing Colson to lose his grasp on her. Between her actual name being used and the context, she's completely caught off guard. Colson quickly grabbing her hand.

"BACK THE FUCK UP!!" He barks, making the shocked Paps take a pause.

Pulling her safely through The Madness with him, into the building. Even distracted, Luna's heart can't help but subconsciously jump and pussy swell. Colson ain't nothing to be fucked with.

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Inside, they head towards the sticker and graffiti littered stairwell that leads up to BackStage. Still hand in hand.

"How the FUCK do they know my name!!?" Luna explodes on the landing, completely ignoring the Bleta situation.

Colson gives her a side eye. She really is ridiculous sometimes. Pulling her into him, he tries to comfort her.

"A lot of people know your name, Kitten..." He lightly chuckles.

"Fuck you, you know what I mean." She says with an attitude as she pushes off of him.

"I do.... But, you're not 18 or 19yrs old anymore. You're not just Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe's granddaughter. You're THAT Brooklyn Bitch. They know you for YOU and your art. Not your grandparents." He gently explains.

Sighing, Luna burrows back into him. Knowing he's right. It doesn't make it any less stranger to hear her true name on the lips of The Paparazzi.

"I love you." Her muffled voice tells his strong chest.

Lifting her chin to kiss her, he tells her he loves her too. Holding her tightly for a moment.

"Now, come on.... We got places to be, Baby!!" He laughs at her rolling eyes.

Grabbing her hand again, Colson continues to lead Luna into their night.

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"I MISSED YOUS!! I MISSED YOUS!! I MISSED YOUS!! I FUCKING MISSED YOUS!!!" Ashley screams.

Luna can tell Ashley's buzzed as they jump up and down inside a three way hug with Sam. All three giddy as they laugh and squeeze each other. They missed their friend too. So very fucking much.

"And I missed YOU, Mate!!" Dom exclaims, plunking a kiss onto Colson's laughing cheek as they embrace.

Dom does hugs. Not Daps. Extremely soul consuming, I've Got You Forever Hugs. Colson accepts this. Grabbing each other tightly. The two laugh as the comfort of their friendship wraps around them. Truly being The Loneliest Boy, Colson has always found solace in their hugs.

BackStage at The Roxy is a music filled, smoke laced, City of Angel's reunion with alcohol dripping everywhere. Luna and Colson are there with Sam and all The Boys. Ashley with Dom and Travis. Phem's floating around alongside Mod. While Gaggles of Girls are trying to entwine themselves around other random artists, hoping to grasp a handful of the Golden Gods.

Colson runs into Noah and her brother. Introducing them to Luna.

"Hi!! It's such a pleasure to finally meet you. Colson speaks so highly of you." Luna grins with a bright smile as she throws her arms open for them to embrace each other.

"You too!!" Noah exclaims after hugging her. "I've been waiting to meet the magical bitch that locked this crazy motherfucker down!" She laughs.

"She's definitely fucking magical." Colson smirks as he slides his arm around Luna, kissing the top of her head.

Sharing a bottle and a joint, they talk about the new album Noah's working on. Colson asking her if she's signed yet.

"Nah... I'm self producing this one." Noah responds with pride.

"That's fucking awesome." Luna compliments her.

"You know.... Luna's starting her own record lable..." Colson leads.

"Really?" Noah turns to her, eyes wide with interest.

"Yeah.... I'm almost set up. I just need a studio... I'm hoping to be up and running by September." Luna explains.

"Take my number!! I'm not gonna lie, I didn't know who you were before Kells and Nightmare... so I had to check out your stuff... BUT... I DID!!! AND... I'd fucking love to work with you!" Noah exclaims pulling her phone out.

Luna and Noah exchange numbers as Colson watches. He loves the way Luna interacts with people. Especially his friends.

"Yeah, I'm not with a lable because I can't stand these LA fucks." Noah complains.

"Preach, Bro. I was on an independent the last few years and they're still fucking cunts. You should know first and foremost, though. I'm not looking to make anyone famous or turn a profit. If you want to, we CAN...... BUUUT.... Seriously? My main goal is to create a home where we can do whatever the fuck we want artistically without anyone breathing down our fucking necks." Luna says adamantly with NY hands.

Noah understanding in that singular moment why Colson loves Luna. With one conversation, she's pretty sure she loves her too.

"That's so fucking rad, Dude!!!" Noah shouts as she grabs Luna for another hug.

"What's rad?" Ashley asks walking up on them with Sam.

Already knowing the brother and sister duo, Ashley introduces them to Sam. They greet each other kindly before Luna explains what they're talking about.

"If you wanna sign. Sign with Loons." Sam boosts her. "We've been together since the beginning..."

"Sam's my bestfriend drummer." Luna cuts her off to Noah's nod.

This makes Sam grin. She takes a certain pride in how long her and Luna have been friends.

"Bestfriend DRUMMER." Ashley teases Sam with her tongue out.

Ashley had met Sam at the same party she met Luna. Gaining two great friends in one night.

"Shut the fuck up." Sam laughs, giving Ashley a playful shove before turning back to Noah. "Nah, dude... Seriously though, she knows her shit, Man. I've never signed with anyone but if I DID. It'd be with Loons." Sam shoots Luna a smile with a light shrug.

"Cause MY BITCH be The Greeeatest!!" Colson chimes in, sounding like Tony the Tiger as he scoops Luna from around the waist.

The four girls laugh. Telling him to Shut The Fuck Up in unison. Making them laugh harder and Colson love and adore each one of them a little bit more.

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Dom performing is the definition of a Live Wire. You look left. He's stage right. You go right, he's in the middle. Before your eyes can find him OnStage, he's gone. Being carried by the sea of hands in the crowd.

Ashley pops OnStage with him for 11 Minutes. Luna loves the song and they're great. Yet, even though it's the first time she's seen them perform together, Luna can tell there's something off....

With his set coming to an end, Dom struts his sweet ass across the stage. Pumping up his fans. Asking if they Want More to their screams.

"WELL, MAAATES!!!! OUI'VE GOT ONE LAST SOIPRIOSE FOR YA THEN!!!!!" He screams back.

Colson steps up to the mic as he plays the opening chords to I Think I'm Okay. The audience losing their SHIT. The whole building rumbling from their screams.

On the side of the stage Ashley slips her hand into Luna's. Turning to each other, they grin. They love this fucking song. There is something indescribable about watching music grow. Witnessing an embryo find it's fulfillment is a privilege they both appreciate. Hearts catching in each of their lungs as they continue to hold hands. Sam and Noah beside them, the four of them rock out like FanGirls. Jumping and bashing into each other as they sing and laugh through the whole song. Word for word.

Finishing up, Dom lays his sweaty head against Colson's shoulder as he laughs. They had talked earlier about what Colson's about to say. The Girl's having no idea.

"So, we got these girlfriends, right?" He asks to the room's roar. "You think they wit us tonight?"

The room roars louder.

"Ya GOD DAMN RIGHT they wit us!!" He grins as he continues. "Because they a FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!!" Colson shouts.

Luna and Ashley look at each other. Thinking the same thing. THESE MOTHERFUCKERS.

"Can we get you out here, Kitten?" Colson asks, looking Luna directly in the eye.

"Yah, Baaabe!!! Cum oot!!!" Dom coaxes Ashley.

Noah and Sam laugh at the two artists. Sam pushing both her friends on to the stage. Going out together, they each instinctively throw up an arm with smiles on their faces as they head out.

It is a MAN'S WORLD. Both thinking their boyfriends and friends are fucking Assholes. The crowd ironically going wild at the sight of the two falsely smiling women.

"I fucking hate you." Luna whispers as Colson sets the electric around her neck.

Dom's band moves OffStage as Colson shouts for His Fucking Crew. Rook, AJ and Baze producing themselves quickly. Rook slams into the kit, playing a couple lines from Smells Like Teen Spirit as Dom grabs his own guitar and the other's tune up. This is gonna be an interesting showing.

With her mic in hand, Ashley counts off 1.2.3.4. as they slam into their instruments. The powerful beat infiltrating everyone within ear shots soul.

🎼I!!!//Keep a record//Of their wreckage//And their lies🎶

Ashley belts out fiercely. Vocals strong and clear. Slamming through the opening chorus with Rook's drums as everyone inside The Roxy sings along with her. On her que, Luna steps up to her own mic stand. Ripping through the lyrics. Mind wild as she let's loose.

🎶I'm fucked up//And angry//So tonight//SCARED//Is what//You should be🎶

Changing the last lyrics out of anger towards Colson before Ashley comes in with her to snark about smiling. Dom flowing in with them, belting along with how We Don't Owe You A God Damn Thing. Luna singing through her frustration with Colson.

It's a one of a kind performance. Raw and spontaneous. A strong female anthem raging through THAT Brooklyn Bitch with Halsey, YungBlud, Machine Gun Kelly and his band.

It's a historical night for music to the naked eye and what SHOULD BE equality. If Luna didn't feel fucking controlled. The group of them are a musical force to reckoned with.... And it'd have been really fucking cool if The Boys had told The Girls beforehand. REALLY fucking cool. Their shove basically showcased the song's message. Dudes suck and think they can make Us do whatever the fuck they want. Fucking Dickheads.

Ashley starts to clap, involving everyone as the four of them blend together at the end. Ashley and Dom sharing a mic, going first. Harmonizing and clapping together.

🎶We're no sweet dream//But//We're a hell of a night🎶

Colson knowingly lifts Luna's guitar off her bad shoulder so she can clap. Colson and Luna come in together on que. Their voices are sweet together.

🎶No//We're no sweet dream//But//We're a hell of a night🎶

Until Luna grabs the mic and let's loose. Looking back directly at Colson with the Yellow Ring bursting in her blue eyes.

"SING IT WITH UUUSSSS!!!!" She shouts before sliding back to share the mic with him.

🎶I SAID//WE'RE NO SWEET DREAM//BUT//WE'RE A HELL OF A NIIIIIIGGHHHHT🎶

With everyone still clapping on beat, all four are belting together in harmony with their vast amount of friends. The entire venue singing with them. The audience. Their peoples, both Back and Side stage. The vendors. Everyone.

🎶WE SAID//WE'RE NO SWEET DREAM//BUT WE'RE//A HELL OF A NIIIIIIIIGGHHHHHT🎶

Still angry, Luna grabs her guitar and kicks in loud and unforgiving. Shouting "WHAT THE FUCK DO WE FUCKING DO!!!" Before slamming back into the meaningful chorus.

🎶I!!!!!//KEEP A RECORD//OF THEIR WRECKAGE//AND THEIR LIES//WE'RE STARTEN' TO WEAPONIZE//OUR POWERFUL MINDS//THEY TALK SHIT//BUT WE WON'T//TAKE IT THIS TIME//AND THEY'LL REALIZE🎶

The entire FUCKING building ERUPTS. Singing along with her rage. Following her lead, they're one. Not individuals. ONE. Singing their same message.

🎶WE SAID....//WE'RE NO SWEET DREAM//BUT//WE'RE A HELL OF A NIIIIIIIIGT🎶

Luna signals the end to Rook. Slamming them out as smoke explodes and the lights drop. It's a hell of an ending to a GREAT fucking show.

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"You guys are FUCKING assholes." Luna complains, giving Colson an annoyed push.

"You loved it!!" He laughs, grabbing her tightly as he kisses her.

He's right. She did love it. Music and performing are in Luna's bones. She BELONGS on the stage. With her loves. Exactly like she was tonight. But with fucking notice. And more importantly, consent. Patti 2.0

"No." Luna refuses to submit as she kisses him back harshly.

"LUUUNNNAAAAAA!!!" A warm, familiar voice interrupting them.

Luna turns to find Billie gliding towards her. Having not seen her friend since The Tea Party or for what feels like forever beforehand, Luna sprints towards the human. Forgetting all about Colson's indiscretion.

Grasping each other hard in relief and comfort. Their souls feel a sensation of relief once their bodies touch.

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Billie Is. Was. And Will Always Be. Luna's first friend in her adventure as Patti Smith's granddaughter. Meeting when they were 8yrs old, besides Jackson & Opie, Billie is the only one to beat out Sam in longevity. Ashley secretly hating them both. Being products of The Greats.... Billie understands Luna and what it's like to want to hide and not use their names. With their own merit, they had established their own professional identities. For a long time you had to REALLY dig in order to figure out who they're related.... Until Billie lost her mom and grandmom within days. Putting her on blast. Luna flying out of her mourning coma to sit with Billie. Days after she had found Justin. Being only one of the two reasons Luna had hit The Coast until recently. Luna had held her friend's hand as she quietly cried for both of them. Angry and scared for their lives ahead.

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"FUUUUCK ME!!!!!" Luna shouts with a wide grin as her and Billie tightly embrace.

"Hi." They say in unison. "Jinx." They catch each other again, laughing at their synchronicity.

Luna and Billie squeeze each other's guts out. Both trying to fight back tears over the happiness of holding each other.

"Dude." Luna reels back grinning. "You're face is in my face!!!" She cheeses, kissing Billie's lips. "I missed your fucking faaace SO MUCH!!" She shouts in drunken happiness. "How the fuck is filming going.... No! Don't tell me! I don't wanna know ANYTHING!!" Luna laughs as she kisses Billie's cheek again.

"I'm not telling you SHIT!!! The last time I spilled anything you didn't talk to me for 3wks!!" Billie laughs.

Grabbing Luna again. They nuzzle into each other. Billie comforted by Luna's constant smell of weed smoke, coconut oil and Euphoria. Some things never change. Luna finding the same comforting touches of jasmine and lavender inside her friend. They've really have known each other too long.

Drunk and excited, Luna sees Austen, Billie's boyfriend and their friend Evan over Billie's shoulder as they hug. Luna finally letting her go for the first time. Greeting her two other friends with tight hugs and pecks on the cheek.

Austen was The Tea Party but Luna hasn't seen Evan for a while. Excited to catch up, they start to talk about their new projects.

"The wedding!?!" Billie asks pulling Luna back towards her.

Luna can only beam. She's so happy to see her friend. And honestly, she doesn't know which one she's talking about.

"Yes?" Luna beams as her arms wrap around Billie's waist again.

"When. Where...? Online says a fucking festival...." Billie gives Luna a firm eye. "I'm trying not to be pissed that TMZ knows more about you than I do right now..."

"I knooooowwwww....." Luna complains, hanging her head. "I'm SO fucking sorry.... It happened out of no where..."

Luna popping out her left hand as proof. Guitar string proudly wrapped around her finger."I'm an Asshole. I told P and Fran personally..... But in my defense.. I couldn't get ahold of you...." She tries her weak excuse.

Luna goes on to explain the small ceremony in Cleveland and.... What she can regarding EstFest, never being an attendee.

"WHY? NO... Never mind, I know why!!" Billie laughs. "I got a ticket to both. Right?" She asks with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yes. Duh.... I will make that shit happen...." Luna laughs as she grips her friend.

"You're getting fucking married....." Billie throws her arms out with tears in her eyes. "This is good...yes?" She asks Luna.

Feeling her friend's worry. Luna's moving faster than anyone would think....BUT..... Luna knows what she knows. In her heart, she fell in love with Colson upon sight. Almost 10yrs ago. Knowing his demons, she acknowledges them as her own. She Is His as He is Her's. It's that simple.

"Yes." Luna grins. "I truly fucking love him."

Billie squeezes her. Aware of Frannie's thoughts and Ashley's acceptance. They all know Luna will to do what EVER the fuck she wants. Regardless. It's all about being her friend through it.

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"Oi! I don't... They cancelled, Mate!! Ova liqa!! When did alcohol become mo important than the music MATE!?!! I ASK YOU.... WHEN!!!"

Dom is complaining with a valid point to Colson about Utah's Camp Out cancellation. Being the alcoholic and drug addict that he is, Colson doesn't have much complaints.

"I didn't want to see FuckFace anyway...." Ashley slurs into Luna's ear.

Luna knows she's talking about G - FuckFace Extraordinaire I Think I'm Cool - McEeeeeZy.

Luna wouldn't mind seeing him. He had hurt Ashley so deeply and had acted so fucked up towards her afterwards, it called for the second trip to The Coast. Luna and Gerald's last exchange becoming beyond violent. Going straight to his house once she landed, Ashley and Luna caused a lot of separate damage that night. Ashley to his home and Luna to his body. Both keying his car after Luna fucked him up with a kitchen chair. Her steel pussy never being afraid to battle ANYONE. She's still patiently waiting until she catches that bitch on the low. With Ashley still hurting, Luna wants another piece of him.

"That's why it's cancelled..." Luna murmurs into her friends ear. "Cause he a bitch... Bitch." Luna laughs.

Wrapping herself around Ashley, Luna tries to remind her why she's here. They're both pretty drunk though. Ashley a bit more.

"He's young....." Ashley laughs as she complains.

"We're all young..." Luna battles, trying to hold on to her youth.

"No. He's baby young." Ashley states. Cocking her head, she questions Luna. "Kells wants you to have his babies, doesn't he???"

The question is almost indignant. Like a challenge.

"Uhhhmmm... I don't..." Luna side steps. "Dude. Who the fuck wants to bring a kid into this ShitHole?" She continues with a question.

"I DO!!!!!!" Ashley drunkenly shouts at her.

Her volume drawls attention to their conversation. Luna brushing any and all off. She takes a Ashley to the bathroom.

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Let’s Analyse The Heck Outta This Playlist

I have listened to every single song in the Game of Thrones: The End Is Here playlist and hooo boy do I have shit to say.

Looking at all the songs, I found that I could seperate them into different categories. The categories were songs which fit certain characters or houses, or songs which fit the white walkers or war in general. There were also quite a few love songs, some of which could be easily interpreted as jonsa. Below the cut I’ve put together all the songs in their categories with some lyrics for each song and any notes I made while listening.

HOWEVER since that shit is loong, I’m gonna add a preemptive TL;DR for some categories of interest before the cut.

JONSA

Overall, there were six songs that I could recognize as jonsa. The themes of these songs were that of a passionate and loving romance, with the occasional tinge of forbidden love and having to wait for their lover. These songs were also very, very blatant in their connection to jonsa. With most of them, jonsa was honest to goodness the only GoT interpretation for this love song. I really was shocked listening to how blatantly jonsa this playlist is guys.

J0NERYS

There were three songs in the playlist which I could call j0nerys songs. One of these songs I could argue belongs elsewhere and only there was one jonsa song that was ambiguous enough that it could be attributed to j0nerys. My absolute favourite song of these three is the song Little Monster by Royal Blood. In this song, a man who refers to himself as a wolf is the lover of someone who he calls Little Monster and betrays her. Yeah. They really went there.

D4NY/TARGARYEN

Three songs that are definitely about her, but I suspect a few of the “general” war songs are about her as well. Why, you say? Because Dark D4ny LIVES in this playlist man. These songs, which are mainly about fire and “black wings” (Drogon, anyone), talk about someone mad with powerlust, a “bitch” coming to take you to hell, and being haunted by demons in the fire. DARK D4NY IS COMING AND MY BODY IS READY FOR HR GLORY

STARK

In contrast to songs about fire being full of madness, the four “wolf” Stark songs that we get are about being free and victorious. One song in particular talks about the “Wolves of Winter” getting the better of someone who has “fits of paranoia”, someone who sees themselves as an exception but without people supporting them, they’re going to lose. Like. Holy shit.

TARGBOWL

Now, most of the other songs are either about the Greyjoys/Lannisters, generic war songs, power or dead things. However there is ONE war song that I think heavily implies targbowl. This song is called Go to War by Nothing More and seems to be about two groups of people who were once on the same side going to war.

That’s it of particular interest, however if you want to see a list of all songs and all categories, plus some lyrics and notes, check out under the cut!

Potential Jonsa Songs

Girl from the North Country – Bob Dylan - If you go when the snowflakes storm/When the rivers freeze and summer ends/Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm/To keep her from the howlin' winds Note: This song is either about Arya or Sansa. I honestly cannot see this song being about Arya, this is about a traditionally feminine girl with long hair. I say this is jonsa because I literally cannot think of any other thing this could be about.

Howlin’ for You – The Black Keys - I must admit/I can't explain/Any of these thoughts/Racing through my brain Note: Can’t explain their reasons (maybe because they shouldn’t be having them), wolf references, bird references? Very jonsa. Also could be general stark or gendrya.

Sister – Prince - My sister never made love to anyone else but me/She's the reason for my, uh, sexuality Note: OMG this SONG. Although this could also be about Jaime/Cercei… but considering that’s over, I’m going with jonerys. Especially since there’s a song about wolves right after…

Devil’s Spoke – Laura Marling -I might be a part of this/Ripple on water from a lonesome drip/A fallen tree that witness me/I'm alone, him and me Note: Honestly the only concrete reason I put this here is because I ship jonsa. It could be any ship. Also the first verse makes me thing of the Winterfell Godswood.

Winterlong – Niel Young - I waited for you Winter long/You seem to be where I belong

Furr – Blitzen Trapper - I brushed the leaves off of my snout/And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees/You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees/So I took her by the arm

Potential J0nerys Songs

Mama Kin – Aerosmith - Well you've always got your tail on the wag/Shootin' fire from your mouth just like a dragon Note: Those line, plus the whole “Mama” thing makes me think this is jonerys. It could also be jon? I guess?

Little Monster – Royal Blood - I'm your wolf, I'm your man/I say run little monster/Before you know who I am Note: A song about a “wolf” in a relationship with a “little monster” who plans to betray them? HMMMMMMMMMMM.

Be My Fire – The Blue Stones - Baby, be my conjurer/And I'll hold you dear/Baby, be the visions in the night/And wait till morning light for you/To disappear

Dany/Targ Songs:

Sleep Now In the Fire – Rage Against The Machine - The world is my expense/The cost of my desire/Jesus blessed me with its future/And I protect it with fire.

Her Black Wings – Danzig - Demoness calls/The bitch is come/For those who wait/Cross the breach in hell Notes: I’m guessing another Targ song, what with the “black wings”.

Fire – Barns Courtney - Ghosts and devils come a-calling/Calling my name oh, lost in the fire

Stark Songs

Wolf Like Me – TV On The Radio - Got a curse I cannot lift/Shines when the sunset shifts/When the moon is round and full/Gotta bust that box, gotta gut that fish

Wolves of Winter – Biffy Clyro - We are the wolves of winter/We live in a kingdom of blood Note: Holy fuck the implications of Dark!Dany in this song!!!

Dire Wolf – Grateful Dead - In the timbers to Fennario, the wolves are running round/The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground.

Killer Wolf – Danzig - I'm the wolf/I'm the one you want/I'm the killer wolf

Potential Targbowl Songs

Go to War – Nothing More - I don't know what you had in mind/But here we stand on opposing sides/Let's go to war Note: Holy FUCK, this song seems to really foreshadow targbowl. It’s not a generic war song like some of the others, and it’s not about dead/evil/cold wars. This song seems to be about people who were on the same side then turned against each other.

White Walkers/war for the living songs

Immigrant Song – Led Zeppelin - How soft your fields so green/Can whisper tales of gore/Of how we calmed the tides of war/We are your overlords

The End – The Doors - Of our elaborate plans, the end/Of everything that stands, the end/No safety or surprise, the end/I’ll never look into your eyes again

Cold Cold Cold – Cage The Elephant - Doctor look into my eyes/I've been breathing air but there's no sign of life/Doctor the problem's in my chest/My heart feels cold as ice but it's anybody's guess

Burn the Fleet - Thrice - In this dark night we stand or fall/We are kings now, or nothing at all/Check your armor; Light up your torch

Dead Skin Mask – Slayer - Graze the skin with my finger tips/The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means

General songs

Seven Nation Army – The White Stripes - Don't want to hear about it/Every single one's got a story to tell/Everyone knows about it/From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

War – Grandson - War up north/And war down south/Everywhere is war

Let Me Live / Let Me Die – Des Rocs - Tears don't stop the fire/It's killing time/Back from the dead/See your eyes, got nothing left/Kiss me, I am the colder Note: This is a song of ice and fire. This. Is A. Song. Of. Ice. And. Fire.

POWER – Kanye West - Life is a trip, so sometimes we gonna stumble/You gotta go through pain in order to become you Note: I’d call this a general song but this came right after a song about wolves so make of that what you will 😉

Let’s Have A War – Fear - Let's have a war/So you can go and die!

Powa – Tune-Yards - Rebel, rebel, no/Lightening dances in my head

No One Knows – Queens of the Stone Age - We get some rules to follow/That and this/These and those/No one knows

The Time Is Now – Atreyu - Flying high above the world/It's a new life, it's a new mind/And I will never fall Note: A Time for Wolves anyone? Especially since this comes right after a wolf song…

Rise Above – Black Flag - Jealous cowards try to control/Rise above, we're gonna rise above

Alternative Ulster – Stiff Little Fingers - There's nothin' for us in Belfast/The Pound's old, and that's a pity/OK, so there's the Trident in Bangor Note: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Sickbed of Cuchulainn – The Pogues - And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone/Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid/And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids

Power – AJ Ghent [j-ent] - You wanna take me down/But I won’t bend

Toxicity – System of a Down - You, what do you own the world?/How do you own disorder, disorder

Here’s Your Future – The Thermals - God reached his hand down from the sky/He flooded the land then he set it on fire

Love is Blindess – U2 - A little death/Without mourning/No call/And no warning

Greyjoy Songs

Flugufrelsarinn – Sigur Rós - Ég næ ekki andanum og þyngist við hverja öldu/Mér vantar kraftaverk/Því ég er að drukkna – syndir (I can not breathe and I am heavier with every wave/I need a miracle/Because I am drowning- sins) Note: Lots of talk about the ocean/rivers/boats along with despairing over your sins and struggling to be better and repent. If that isn’t a fucking Theon song I don’t know what is.

Bottom Of The Deep Blue Sea – MISSIO - The sweet surrender of silence forces me to live alone/Locked and loaded, where the hell is peace of mind?/I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

Wave of Mutilation – Pixies - You'll think I'm dead, but I sail away/On a wave of mutilation

Jon Songs

Born for Greatness – Papa Roach - No we’re not nameless, we’re not faceless/We were born for greatness Note: This could be generic, but this gives me heavy Jon vibes

EDIT: @ward--runa pointed out to me that this song suited Jon better.

Mother – The Amazons - Friends wanna kill me/But I give them all my loving anyway/If God won't forgive me/I'm not the only one to make amends

Lannister Songs

Listen to the Lion – Van Morrison - All my love come tumblin' down/Oh, listen listen/To the lion

Hot Blood – Kaleo - You wanna prove you're the better man/You wanna reach for the things that nobody can/Oh all you need is to break away, yeah/Just keep telling yourself there's no shame Note: This was either Jaime or Jon for me, but I settled on Jaime. Partly because this came after a string of what I think to be Cersei songs. Also The idea of being a better man, “love is gonna get ya”, “turn your back, you’re a broken man”, “shake your hand”.

Gold Lion – Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is

Cersei Songs

Queen – Perfume Genius - Don't you know your queen/Gleaming/Wrapped in golden leaf/Don't you know me Note: This gives me Cercei vibes but I honestly don’t know…

Cruel – St. Vincent - So they took you, and they left you/How could they be casually cruel? Note: ??? Maybe another Cercei one?

Crown of the Ground – Sleigh Bells - Set, set that crown on the ground and-ah

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takeoffphilippines · 4 years

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Must Watch Thai Series for #StayHome Weekdays

In today’s current situation of the Covid-19 Pandemic, we are bound to stay at home and just binge-watch everything you see interesting in your Netflix account. I know you’re somehow got bored already in your list of Kdramas like Kingdom, Crash Landing on You, and Also the Spanish Series Money Heist that you’re fascinated into.

Lately, people started to notice various Thai Series especially those with an LGBTQ genre. BL or Boy Love Series are very well-known and well-represented in Thailand wherein they cater to different drama series where both men or women had a romantic relationship. One of which who trended and got viral is the couple Sarawat (Bright Vachirawit Chivaaree) and Tine (Win Metawin Opas-iamkajorn) from 2gether The Series by GMMTV.

Just to give you a synopsis of the story: Tine is a very handsome student and cheerleader in college, while Sarawat is one of the campus’ most popular guys and is also in the soccer and music club. When Tine is chased by Green, who he does not reciprocate feelings for — he ends up begging Sarawat to fake date with him in order to chase Green away.

I’m pretty much sure that people nowadays really are now open-minded in watching this kind of drama that got hooked with this kind of genre. Besides this hype BL series, you can backtrack a couple of Thai Series which will surely mark your hearts.

1.) TharnType The Series

Type is a dark, tall, and handsome freshman. Although he’s a warm boy, he is homophobic because he was molested by a man as a child. His life turns upside down when the new year of college brings along a very interesting person in his life —, a gay roommate, Tharn. Tharn is a very handsome music major with fair skin and mixed features. He is also openly gay. With a gay guy and a guy who hates gay men that have to share a small space together for the rest of the year.

Cast: Mew Suppasit, Gulf Kanawut, Mild Suttinut, Koklian Parinya, Kaownah Kittipat, Boat Napat

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2.) Love By Chance The Series

Pete is a handsome and rich university student that is incredibly timid. His shyness is caused by the fact that he tries to hide that he is secretly gay. By chance, Pete gets hit by a kind-heart boy on a bike. The boy, named Ae apologizes and helps him up. Whenever Pete trusts someone they use him for his wealth. While he was getting abused for money, Ae saves him. Over time, Ae protects Pete from the world; he takes care of him. But somewhere between the intense closeness and soft touches, Ae begins to feel more than how a friend would. Yet, Pete doesn't want Ae to know the pain of being ridiculed for dating a man. Thus he ignores his feelings for Ae. But Pete falls deeper and deeper in love with the kind-heart boy on the bike who once hit him, by chance.

Cast: Saint Suppapong, Perth Tanapon, Mean Phiravich, Plan Rathavit, Mark Siwat, Gun Napat

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3.) Until We Meet Again The Series

Korn and In's love was bound to be doomed. Midst the chaos, while Intouch kept on fighting for their future, Korn could not deal with all the suffering his lover was facing and decided to give up. Years later, a freshly returned to Thailand, Pharm (19) who is a freshman in T-University has grown up always feeling like he is waiting for someone. Being riddled with sad dreams that always left him waking up with a wet face, fear of loud noises, and a birthmark on his temple, the boy has always felt like there is someone he is missing. Dean (21), the third year swimming club's president at T- University has also spent his life searching for someone whose faces he can not remember. The red thread of fate that had tied them together in their past life once again pulls the two boys back to each other, tying them to each other and a past that might not be worth remembering, but a love that is unforgettable. Because the red thread that binds the two hearts together will always lead one back to the other. Even though it might tangle or stretch, but it will never break.

Cast: Fluke Natouch Siripongthon, Ohm Thitiwat Ritprasert, Katsamonnat Namwirote

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4.) 2 Moons / 2 Moons 2 The Series

Wayo is accepted at the Kantaphat University, in the Faculty of Sciences; in the same institution, he studies, Phana, a second-year boy he has always been in love with, though he never managed to talk to him. When Wayo has the chance to become the “moon” of his faculty, the two will begin to spend time together because Phana himself has been the “moon” of the medical school the previous year and must supervise the freshmen participating in the competition. Despite initially the strong character of Phana makes it difficult for Wayo any more simple interaction, the two slowly get closer and closer. So, Wayo began to visit friends of Phana, Beam and Kit; it is the latter who suddenly falls in love with Ming, Wayo’s best friend, who begins to court him despite his initial haste.

Cast: Fluke Natouch Siripongthon, Ohm Thitiwat Ritprasert, Katsamonnat Namwirote

Watch Here: 2 Moons | 2 Moons 2

5.) Why R U? The Series

Tutor is said to be ‘wise’ beyond his age and acts rationally, while Fighter is the emotional kind. They started having some animosity with each other but developed a close relationship right after.

Saifah is a popular musician and is often engaged in acts of mischief while Zon is shy yet stubborn. He is also a sci-fi writer. Due to a bet made with his sister Zol, he starts writing sci-fi stories. But after being scolded by his parents for not studying properly, his writing is cut short. Later, when his friends tell him to steal ideas from his sister, he sees that his name is being used in her fiction along with his enemy, Saifah.

Cast: Saint Suppapong Udomkaewkanjana, Zee Pruk Panich, Tommy Sittichok Pueakpoolpol, Jimmy Karn Kritsanaphan

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6.) Sotus / Sotus S The Series

There's a university system called SOTUS (an acronym which stands for Seniority, Order, Tradition, Unity and Spirit - a tradition in which upper classmen sometimes exploit and even abuse freshmen and others seeking acceptance). Junior level students are required to mentor those freshmen and be respected in return. Enter a rather assertive and vocal freshy at the Engineering faculty named Kongpob who gets to be under the mentorship of Artit, a strict Junior who happens to be the boss of his year.

Cast: Singto Prachaya Ruangroj, Krist Perawat Sangpotirat

Watch Here: Sotus (Also available in Netflix) | Sotus S

7.) Love Sick The Series

Phun has a girlfriend but his father wants him to date his friend's daughter. Phun's little sister, Pang, is obsessed with boys' love. Phun's father doesn't listen to Phun well but adores his little sister Pang. So Phun needs to convince Pang that he has a boyfriend so that she can help talk their father out of the idea of dating his friend's daughter. Noh is in need of a higher school budget for his school club or he will be in huge trouble. Phun knowing he is able to help Noh out with his problem decides to ask Noh to become his fake boyfriend in exchange for helping Noh raising fund for his Music Club. However, the two 17-years-old high school boys eventually fall in love after the deal brought them closer together.

Cast: White Nawat, Captain Chonlatorn, Ngern Anupart, Prim Primrose, August Vachiravit

Watch Here (Also available in Netflix)

8.) Make it Right The Series

Based on the popular BL novel entitled "Make It Right," this drama follows the adventures and love lives of high school students. Fuse is a gentle and sensitive boy who is heartbroken because of his girlfriend who cheated on him, so he tries to get over her by getting drunk with his friends at a party. There he meets his friend Tee and ends up sleeping with him that night. How is he going to cope with his new feelings for another boy and just how many boys who struggle with the same feelings are there at his school?

Watch Here: Season 1 | Season 2

9.) Dark Blue Kiss The Series

The continuation of Kao, Pete, Sun, and Mork's story. Kao and Pete being in a blissful romance, have grown closer. But with Kao being closeted from his mother, he fears the dreaded thought of her finding out. His mother then introduces Non, a son of a colleague, as he requires tutoring from Kao. With Non constantly giving off 'iffy' vibes towards Kao, it only fuels Pete's jealousy. Their relationship is put in strain, but through this, they must ultimately overcome each other's flaws. They both blossom in their youthfulness coated by their everlasting fondness for one another. Surrounded by the wonder of dark blue, Pete and Kao surrender to their feelings.

Sun starts taking hints from his unrequited love and slowly gives up on Kao. Through this Mork happened to possibly comfort him. Whilst Sun pushes Rain to stay away from Mork, the younger man's uncontrollable behavior brings him in. As his wildness is intriguing, Sun's seriousness holds Mork down somewhat. Underneath it all, the two start to care for each other. However, with Mork's dangerous life, he can't shake who he is. But maybe he can for someone like Sun.

Cast: New Thitipoom Techaapaikhun, Tay Tawan Vihokratana, AJ Chayapol Jutamat, Podd Suphakorn Sriphothong, Fluke Gawin Caskey

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10.) My Engineer The Series (On-Going)

When Bohn, the popular engineering student, starts a revenge plan on Duen, the innocent first-year medical student, their feelings slowly start to grow through roses that Duen has to buy for Bohn every day for a month. The series brings out the different side of each couple and their journey with friends and relationships. Join us and see how their feelings slowly evolve between each other through the 4 couples.

Watch Here

Additional Thai BL Series You Might Want to Watch:

11.) En Of Love The Series (On-Going)

Watch Here: Tossara | Love Mechanics

12.) Theory of Love The Series

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13.) Together With Me The Series

Watch Here: Season 1 | Season 2

14.) He’s Coming to Me The Series

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15.) The Best of Twins The Series

Watch Here

16.) What The Duck The Series

Watch Here: Season 1 | Season 2

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darling-clemmy · 5 years

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Queen of Diamonds (ClemxLouis Fanfiction)

Summary: During a simple card game, Clem and Louis get a whole lot more than they bargained for. Requested by Anon💕. (Everyone is alive and Clem and Louis aren’t together yet.)

Word Count: 1,719 words

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Underaged drinking

A/N: I’m not super proud of this fic, but nonetheless, I wrote it, so I’m posting it. I hope you enjoy :))

“Okay, everyone! Everything is all set!”

The short redhead trotted back into the main building after catching everyone in the courtyard’s attention. It was a cool late spring night, and the green buds on the oaks had just blossomed into delicate leaves. Taking advantage of the nice night, the kids decided to hang outside, but Ruby (and Violet since she got cold easily) had another idea: to have another hootenanny in the music room.

AJ, Tenn, and Willy had decided on their own accord to have a party of their own, away from all of the older kids. Although Clem, Violet, and Mitch had all loved their respective kids endlessly, they appreciated the fact that they’d be getting some free time away from them. The absence of the younger boys also allowed for the teenagers to be, well, teenagers. This was also promised in two bottles of beer that Marlon and Mitch had found on a supply run not too long ago.

The group made their way up to the music room, now basked in the glow of red candlelight and the crescent moon in the sky. Soft upbeat instrumental music vibrated from the record player, filling the room with a sense that maybe the world hadn’t entirely gone to shit. Louis quickly identified the genre as country, to which he pestered Ruby about, knowing she chose it. She didn’t pay him or his cruel words toward the music any mind, and refused to put on a classical vinyl.

After groaning in dramatic agony, Louis changed the topic. “Seeing as there isn’t much else to do, how about a game?”

The idea excited Clem, as she always enjoyed playing Louis’ silly lighthearted card games. It gave her a sense of peace, of joy, for a few minutes in the midst of living among the animated dead and the cruel living. Even if it was just the two of them playing, it made her feel happy. Actually, especially if it was just the two of them playing.

“Oh, my god, really? We have a party and we still have to play one of your stupid card games?” Brody whined, already reaching for one of the glass bottles in the middle of the circle they were all sat in.

Louis swatted her hand away. “Hold on. How about we compromise?”

Brody raised her eyebrow. “Compromise?”

Clem could see Marlon smirking, looking between his best friend and his suspected girlfriend.

“Yeah. How about we play truth or dare, but with a twist. Whoever has to answer or do, has to also take a drink.” Louis explained, not waiting for a response before passing out small decks of cards. “You all know the rules—highest card asks, lowest card does.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll play. Only for a little, though,” Brody sighed.

“I’m surprised you caved in so easily.” Marlon teased while everyone else grabbed their cards, earning him a scowl from the girl.

For the first round, Clementine got the lowest with a two of hearts, while Mitch got the highest with a king of spades. Clem looked up, meeting the mischievous eyes of the boy across the circle from her.

“Huh, look at that, I win,” he brags. “How about a truth?”

Clem shrugged silently before sliding a beer over into her lap. Not bothering to read the label, she pryed the cap off and took a quick sip. She already knew she wouldn’t like the feeling of drunkenness or the taste of the alcohol. Her face stayed moderately straight at the bitter taste, not wanting anyone to taunt her.

“What’s the farthest you’ve gone with a guy?” He asked as simply as asking her favorite color.

At his words, Clem blushes instantly, embarrassed at both her truthful answer—not having done anything at all—and how she’d have to admit it in front of Louis. Would he think she was boring? A prude? She had never really talked to him about his past relationships before she arrived at Ericson a few months ago. How far had he gone?

“That’s a gross thing to ask, Mitch,” Ruby chastised.

Noticing her silence, Violet spoke up, too. “You don’t have to answer that, Clem.”

“No, it’s okay.” Clementine replied, pushing away her thoughts. “I haven’t done anything, really.”

“Really? Nothing at all?” Mitch pressed, not so sneakily glancing between her and the dark boy beside her.

Louis noticed this. “What are you insinuating, dude? She answered the question, leave it be.”

The tall boy rolled his eyes in response and grumbled something under his breath. As everyone else began to move onto the next round, reaching for new cards, Clementine looked over to Louis, giving him an appreciative smile. He smiled back, sending over a discreet wink, too, burning up her just cooled down face once again.

In the second round, Aasim got the high card and Violet got the low.

Violet’s face fell into an anxious expression. “I hope everyone is okay with me, like, not drinking. It just doesn’t really have a great history in my family, if you know what I mean.”

Everybody sincerely understood and nodded quietly. They had all been through their fair share of trauma, and Violet’s just so happened to be related to the addictive liquid. What kind of friends would they be if they pushed something like that on her?

“How about a dare,” Aasim decided, thinking for a few moments before speaking again. “Tell anyone in this room something you’ve wanted to tell them for a while, but don’t say their name.”

“What kind of dare is that?” Marlon ridiculed, to which Brody lightly jabbed him in the bicep, telling him to shush.

“Ah, shit, okay,” Violet whispered. She took a deep breath, “I really—“ she paused before her face hardened and she stated, “You’re a huge dumbass.”

“C’mon Vi, we all know that’s directed at Louis,” Aasim replied.

They all began to laugh, yet Clem remained quiet, especially once she saw Louis’ solemn face. His usual starry, hopeful eyes were fixated on the wooden floor. His bottom lip was puckered out, something he instinctively did when his hands cramped up when playing the piano, when Marlon hit him in the arm a little too hard, when AJ mentioned some scary story from before him and Clem had arrived at the school. Louis made this face when he was sad, and Clementine didn’t like it one bit.

Before she could say anything, the group silenced and continued playing. They reached for new cards and Brody drank a long swig, claiming it was in place of Violet’s. Louis looked up and met Clem’s staring eyes for a moment before she looked away, embarrassed.

A chorus of “oo’s” echoed as it was realized that the apparent king of games had the lowest card. A three of clovers.

Mitch had the highest once again. A queen of diamonds.

He’s probably cheating somehow, Clementine thought to herself.

“Now I’ve beat both of the lovebirds,” he teased, smirking.

“Do you ever stop, Mitch?” Ruby scowled.

Ignoring the upset redhead, he kept his blue eyes on the boy with dreads. “I dare you to give Clem a kiss.”

“The most legitimate of dares,” Aasim mimicked, referring back to a card game a few months back where Clem dared him to kiss Ruby.

Clementine went red, a hot prickling sensation moving across her torso, up her neck, and to her face. Of course she’d like to kiss her long-time crush, but in front of most all of the other kids? That just seemed to suck all of the giddiness and magic out of it.

“I’m not doing that if she doesn’t want to.” Louis refused, squinting his eyes at the group before widening them at the sight of the girl avoiding eye contact with everyone else. His voice lowered. “Do you want to?”

She had felt nervous before, of course—the first time she walked through a herd, when she thought AJ was dead after he was first born, when she read a poem aloud to her kindergarten class. This was different, though. Very different.

Clementine knawed on the inside of her cheek. She looked around the room from the foggy windows to Brody and Marlon sharing the bottle of beer to the mahogany piano to Louis’ impending stare. After squeezing her eyes shut to clear them of the blurriness, she opened her mouth to speak.

“I don’t know,” she choked out.

Louis’ eyes softened more, if that was even possible. Yet, at the same time, there was still a flicker of disappointment in them. “That’s okay, Clem. We don’t have to.”

She exhaled shakily before jumping to her feet and pacing out of the room. It was all too awkward. Too embarrassing. She was angry at herself and Mitch and the fact that her head still felt heavy despite her not drinking much.

Before she could open her bedroom door, she felt a heavy hand grab her shoulder. She turned and was met with a pair of dark, kind eyes.

“Louis,” she sighed. “I-I’m sorry for walking out like that.”

“It’s okay, Clem. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Louis said, reaching his hand up to touch his neck.

She leaned back against the door. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Embarrassed, but fine.”

“Mitch was being an ass. You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he comforted, moving his hand out to clasp her’s.

Clementine gasped softly at how warm and coarse his palms were. Still, she didn’t pull away.

The teenagers’ eyes traveled from their entwined fingers to each other’s faces. The hallway was dark, with the only light radiating from the shadows of the moon and stars. Despite that, Clementine was able to see each and every freckle dusted across his nose, his chapped lips, the barely noticeable dimple on his left cheek. All of these features on top of Clem’s already instense attraction to him resulted in a surge of bravery.

Standing up on her tiptoes, she kissed him. It was sweet and gentle and somehow even better than how Clem had rehearsed it in her head millions of times.

She pulled away, just enough to where their lips still brushed over each other.

Louis chuckled ecstatically. “What was that for?”

Clementine grinned. “I think I owed you a dare.”

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goofygomez · 5 years

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Goodbye Pt. 3 - TWDG Oneshot

Description: After their venture into the train station, Clem’s mind is troubled and her path is unclear. One person could be what it takes to help her grieve.

Wordcount: 4835

A/N: This is it, the final part of Goodbye. Hope you guy enjoyed the first two, and that you like the third part. After this, I’m working on a chaptered series that I think a lot of y’all will enjoy!

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She didn’t know how long they’d been walking, only that the path ahead was clear. Nothing around her made a noise, or at least she didn’t hear anything. The full moon still shone over them, majestic as always, mocking her from the clear sky above. Her thoughts, however, were clouded as could be.

Numb was a good word she thought described her current feelings, thought what did she know? Her teacher, her father, her mentor was… gone. It stung to even think the words, yet the truth behind them was ever-present. Lee was dead.

She clambered over a fallen tree, way ahead of the other three. She thought of AJ and what he might be thinking right about now. Of course, he must be devastated, but she couldn’t muster the courage to offer comfort when she was an inch away from collapsing herself. A brief look over her shoulder told her he was walking beside Louis, his eyes downcast and his hand rubbing the side of his right arm.

Before she turned back, she spotted Louis looking at her. His comforting smile was genuine, yet his eyes betrayed his intentions. They showed something Clem hadn’t seen in anyone’s eyes in a long time: remorse. She was about to return the smile when thoughts of the school kids leaving Lee to die in that station rose to the front of her mind, and she thought better of it.

“We’re almost there,” Aasim’s voice came from behind her. It was a weak and tired voice, unlike the commanding one he’d adopted before their venture. “Just a few miles up ahead.”

To her greatest relief, they spent those miles in silence, leaving Clementine alone with her thoughts. Thought was a better way of putting it, she mused to herself, as there was really only one thing rushing through her mind at the moment. Lee’s yellowing eyes, the blood dripping from his wounded leg, the last breath he’d taken before Clem had pulled the trigger.

She closed her eyes, shaking her head. She had to be strong for AJ. But how could she? How could she be strong when all she’d done up to this point is be strong? Her body ached for rest, yet her mind wouldn’t stop. Would it ever stop now, though?

Finally, they were within yards of the school walls. They loomed over them, large and dark against the starry backdrop of the sky. Aasim waved to a boy at the top of a makeshift watchtower and the boy nodded. He stepped down behind the wall and quickly began pulling the doors inward, letting them pass.

She noticed the boy was about to say something, but Aasim wisely cut him off, shaking his head. She was thankful for that, of course, but she could not bring herself to say it. Even before they got to the middle of the courtyard, the leader named Marlon burst through the admin building doors. A girl with fiery red hair was trailing behind him, clearly apprehensive.

“You guys made it!” he said by way of introduction, clapping Louis on the shoulder. He didn’t seem to have noticed the grim faces they wore, because he continued, “I was getting worried. How’d it go–”

Without hesitation, and admittedly without prompting, Clementine’s fist came barreling into Marlon’s face, hitting him square in the nose. Clem heard the distinctive sound of bone breaking and now stood over Marlon’s whimpering form. The girl with red hair glared at Clementine from the sidelines, but she seemed to think better than to intervene.

“You. Massive. Asshole!” Clementine yelled, taking a stride forward so she was standing inches from Marlon. “This is all your fucking fault!”

“Ow, what the hell?” Marlon was saying, covering his face as Clem aimed a kick at his arm. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” Clem said indignant, crossing her arms. “Your stupid executive decision to leave my father behind got him fucking killed, is what I mean!”

“Oh my god,” the girl said, covering her mouth with her hand.

More of the kids were starting to trickle in from the dorms, wearing lighter clothes and no boots on their feet. A blonde girl stood beside a tall boy with short straight hair, both their arms crossed in indignation. They did nothing to intervene, however, which Clem found strange. She decided not to comment on it as she kicked his side once more.

“You fucking animal,” she said, her fists shaking. Her eyes were watering, tears trickling down her cheeks in her rage. She hated being this vulnerable, yet her temper could not have been kept in check much longer. “If we had anywhere else to go, and I mean anywhere, I’d fucking storm out of here.”

“What do…?”

“But since you got us stranded here in the first place, I’ll go to my room.”

“Wait a minute, you can’t just…” Marlon was cut off again, this time by Louis.

“Dude, just drop it.”

Marlon looked incredulously at his friend as Clementine led AJ back into the dorms.

“You’re kidding me, Lou?” he said.

They kept arguing, but Clem didn’t catch any more of it as they ventured deeper into the hallway. She looked around, thankful for a chance to catch her breath. Carved on the walls were dozens, if not hundreds of messages, most of which were vulgar or obscene. AJ led her through the door she had jimmied open just hours before and closed it behind them.

She tucked AJ in, doing her best to keep a passive face. She could tell his mind was brimming with questions Clem didn’t know the answer to, but to her relief, he didn’t voice them. As AJ lay back and tried closing his eyes, sleep probably at the bottom of his priorities, they didn’t even recite the lines they said to each other every night before bed.

Goodnight, sleep tight.

Don’t let a walker bite.

And if it tries?

Bang…

Depositing her hat on the bedside table, she lay on her bed. The same bed she’d been tied to after the crash. Exhaustion threatened to knock her out completely, but she wouldn’t let sleep consume her, because if she did, she knew what she’d find. Even awake, the sound of the gunshot still rang in her ears; deafening, deathly.

For eight years, Lee had been the closest thing to a father she could have hoped for. She thought of her mom and dad every now and then, yet somehow they’d never had as much of an impact as Lee had on her. Memories of them taking her to the park or to the movies seemed a lifetime away, while Lee’s presence still lingered close to her heart, unable or unwilling to let go.

Her eyes traveled over the room to the boy lying on the other bunk bed, already fast asleep. A thin sliver of moonlight penetrated the boarded-up window and bathed AJ in a pearly white sheen, making it seem as though he were glowing. His hair and clothes were still matted with grime and some blood, and his face was covered in dirt. Other than that, however, he looked peaceful.

She wondered if she’d ever looked like that; as though nothing could ever faze her. The world had gone to hell in a blink, and any semblance of innocence she kept clinging to seemed to have vanished with it. In spite of herself, her eyelids were drooping, and she could do nothing as darkness consumed her and sleep finally came.

The following day, the morning sun woke Clem up unceremoniously. She checked a clock that somehow seemed to be running and saw that it was midday. She had a vague memory of having spoken to AJ, yet she could not recall the content of their conversation. The bed on the other side was empty, as was the rest of the room.

AJ must have let me sleep in, she thought to herself, thankful. She tried raising her head to survey her surroundings, but a hard pounding knocked her back onto the hard mattress. She clutched her forehead with her right hand, groaning as a stab of pain shot through her head. Her eyes shut tight, she sighed and laid back.

She looked up at the bottom of the top bed, examining its moldy surface. It had a few holes here and there, but it was otherwise sturdy enough. She was about to comment on them to Lee when the events of the previous days flashed before her eyes. The hard truth seemed to settle like a thick blanket around her, smothering her.

To her relief, AJ had decided to stay outside with Louis and the rest, doing whatever it was that people did when they hadn’t just suffered the way she had. She understood him, and yearned to be in his position; to be too young to process such an event and for it to blow past you as just another hardship in an already hard world. Sadly, she could not do such a thing.

She lay in her bed all afternoon and well into the night. At one point, AJ knocked and let himself in, offering her to join him and the others for dinner: rabbit stew. When she declined, he frowned and tilted his head.

“You sure?” he said inquiringly. “It’s warm and smells awesome.”

“I said no, AJ,” she said simply. She didn’t want to sound so harsh, but she could barely control herself. “I’m not hungry.”

Puzzled, AJ nodded and muttered something under his breath. Without another word, he exited the room and left Clem alone once again. She knew it wasn’t AJ’s fault, but she wasn’t about to break bread with the people responsible for Lee’s death. She was sure of it. Concentrating on her hatred of Marlon, her eyes shut tight, she soon drifted off to sleep. Darkness consumed her for a moment before a blinding light made itself present. She shielded her eyes until they were accustomed to her new environment.

She was back at the motor inn she and Lee had stayed in when it all started. To her right, Duck was using light blue chalk to draw on the floor. She looked around. A late afternoon sun shone over the group of adults milling about their business.

Kenny and Katjaa were helping Ben drag a couch from the entrance to a weak part of the wall. Larry and Lilly argued about something or other off in the corner. Carley sat by herself on a chair beside the broken-down RV, reading an old battered book.

“Something on your mind, sweet pea?” a deep voice said from behind her. It was all she could do not to squeal, but she managed to turn around with mild surprise on her face.

“Lee?” she asked incredulously. “What…?”

“Yeah?” Lee said, kneeling next to her. He ruffled Duck’s hair and said, “Duck, wanna give us some time?”

“Okay,” Duck said, shrugging. He bounded off to his parents, asking if he could help. With some apprehension, Kenny nodded and let him grab hold of the edge of the couch.

Clem was looking at the exchange in silent awe. Something didn’t seem right about it, yet she couldn’t place her finger on it. Dismissing it, she tilted her head. “What… happened?” she asked.

Lee looked surprised. “What do you mean?” he said. “Nothing happened. Not recently, anyway.”

She frowned, looking down at her hands. They were white with chalk, but something else was wrong. They were much too small, and not as calloused as she was used to. She used them to touch her hair, and almost gasped when she felt the two pigtails bound together by Lilly’s hair ties. She looked around again.

They all looked rather cheerful, she noticed. Even Larry couldn’t help but chuckle as Lilly told him what Clem assumed must have been a crude and perhaps even racist comment. Someone was missing, however…

“AJ!” she exclaimed, sitting up. Her little boy was nowhere to be found, and no one seemed inclined to look for him.

Lee didn’t respond, but Clem caught the pain in his face as he looked away. “Lee?” she asked once again, uncertain. “Where… where am I?”

“I think you know, Clem,” Lee said slowly, a sad look on his face. Around her, all noise seemed to have disappeared. Upon closer inspection, she realized the rest of the group had vanished, leaving the two of them alone in the motor inn. A cold breeze was picking up from outside, making the sheets of metal on the walls wobble.

“I’m… dreaming, aren’t I?” she said quietly, frowning.

“Afraid so,” Lee said, sitting down on a white lawn chair. It was then that Clementine realized how old Lee looked. He had bags under his eyes and a few white hairs had started to appear on his head and beard. He sighed deeply.

“So that means… you’re dead,” she concluded solemnly. He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

They sat silently for a while, much like they’d done countless times over their eight years together. They would just sit in the back of a car or in a room in an abandoned house and enjoy each other’s company. Only now their enjoyment was dampened by the harsh reality of the situation. How could she go on knowing she would never experience one of those silent moments again?

It was not knowing the answer that killed her. The uncertainty of her path became clearer and clearer and a jumble of thoughts threatened to split her head open, fighting for dominance as she struggled to keep them at bay. Emptiness. It was all she could describe the feeling as. A hollow space where her heart had been.

“How could you leave me?” she whispered.

“Sorry?”

“I don’t know what to do without you, Lee,” she said, louder this time. “All this time, it’s been the three of us, and now you’re gone and I feel so alone and I just…”

“I know, Clem,” Lee said sadly. His face fell. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through. I wish there was something I could say.”

In fact, there was nothing she could think of that would make it better. No matter how hard she tried, her inability to come up with something comforting to tell herself was exactly the thing that prevented Lee from saying the words she so desired to hear, yet couldn’t fathom. After all, Lee wasn’t real. Not anymore, at least.

She turned to the man but when she did, he was suddenly gone. A soft breeze blew past her as she looked around in search of him. It only took a quick search of the inn to realize it. She was completely alone.

For the next few days, her routine was fixed. She talked only to AJ, who eventually gave up on asking her to join them and just decided to bring her food. As much as she hated to admit it, the stew was pretty good. Her appetite, however, was tainted. She sent back more bowls and plates than she took, and the kids had already started to notice she barely touched the ones she did take.

She didn’t care about them, though. Deep down, she was thankful they hadn’t yet thrown her and AJ out, but she was having a really hard time coming to terms with saying the words. The motor inn dream had come back twice already, yet she was no closer to coming up with the words she wanted Lee to say. Maybe she just wanted him to say… anything. Anything that would prove the world wrong and let her know he hadn’t left her.

Sometime in the afternoon of the fourth day, however, something happened that disrupted her routine. Around six o’clock according to the clock on the bedside table, a knock came from outside. It was a different knock than the usual three taps AJ used. This one was a fast rapping in a rhythmic fashion, possibly a tune she had heard in her childhood.

She had half a mind to lay back and let whoever was on the other side just wait, but the fight had gone out of her. What’s the point anyways? she reasoned. She let out a grunt of admittance and sat up slightly, enough to see who came in seconds later.

Louis, the dreaded boy with the overlarge trench coat, was standing at the threshold, holding a tray containing a bowl and a glass of questionable-looking water. He wore a soft expression, his brows slightly raised. Without a word, she nodded toward the desk. The boy heeded her command and set the tray down with barely a sound. They stayed silent for a while, reeling in the awkwardness of the situation.

“Thanks.”

She didn’t know why she’d said it. Her mind still knew who was in the wrong here, yet she couldn’t stop herself. Something about his expression, or perhaps his posture, had somehow made the word slip out.

Louis gave her a wan smile and nodded. “You’re welcome,” he said in a low voice, matching Clem’s tone. In reality, she spoke quietly because her throat was sore from barely speaking in days, but it didn’t matter now, so she didn’t bring it up.

Clem thought he would have gone away by now, but the boy stayed steadfastly rooted to the spot, playing with the hem of his trench coat, stroking the fur lining slowly. His eyes, a deep brown with flecks of black, glided around the room. Most of it was shrouded in shadow, but the few specks of light that still shone through the windows crept silkily through the boards, casting elongated rays of waning sunlight on the floor.

“Love what you’ve done with the place,” he said suddenly, nodding approvingly.

She followed his gaze, confused. “I haven’t moved anything,” she said.

“I know,” he said, shrugging, “but it still feels like a brand new room, y’know?”

In fact, she didn’t know, but she wasn’t about to contradict him, so she chose to stay quiet. She waited patiently for him to announce his departure, probably in some flamboyant manner, but it never came. Instead, he grabbed the back of the desk chair. He dragged it a few feet in her direction and spun it around, sitting down so his chest was pressed against the back of it.

“This was Sophie and Minnie’s room,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Twin sisters, we lost them about a year ago.”

Again, she was at a loss for words. Was he always this conversational, or was he just taking pity in her? Either way irked her, yet she made no attempt to kick him out. This was his school, after all.

His voice broke through her thoughts once more, as if the mere thought of remaining in silence was unbearable for him.

“Are you okay, Clementine?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, just peachy,” she snapped, harsher than she meant to. She saw Louis cringe and shake his head.

“Sorry, shouldn’t have asked,” he said. For a moment, he looked as though he were about to say something, but he thought better of it. He stood up slowly, his eyes downcast. He walked towards the door, but Clem’s voice cut through the room before he could turn the knob.

“Wait,” she said, uncertain on what to say next.

And so he waited, rooted to the spot as if in trance. His head turned slowly to her and he raised an eyebrow.

“Do you mind, uh, staying for a bit?” she asked. She didn’t know why she was asking him to join her, but something inside her told her it was fine.

“Of course,” he said, almost at once. He walked back and resumed his spot on the chair, gauging her expression.

“You mentioned those twins,” she said slowly, trying to string together words that could encapsulate what was going through her mind. “Sophie and Minnie.”

“Yeah.”

“You said it so casually, like they just went away to another school.” She was trying to hard not to sound rude, but her brain was betraying her. Fortunately, Louis didn’t take any offense.

“Well, yeah,” he said, shrugging. “I do miss them a lot, but it’s something we’re used to at this point. After a while, you learn to accept it, I guess.”

“Have you lost many more?” Clem asked, suddenly afraid of the answer.

“Yes,” he said simply. “Many… many more.”

She frowned. Maybe this conversation was going somewhere. She tried to tread lightly; afraid he would deem her questions too personal and storm off. To her surprise, he kept the same soft smile on his face, as though none of this were affecting him. She noticed that his dreads bobbed slightly whenever he moved his head, framing his face quite nicely.

“How do you do it?” she said finally, looking down at her hands. “How do you go on after something like that happens?”

“You just… do,” Louis said, apparently just as clueless about what to say as Clem was. “No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”

Clem still couldn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to become quite interested in the carved patterns on the floorboards beneath his chair. He slumped down on the back of it, resting his chin on his arms and sighing.

“I take it you were really close with your dad,” he said slowly as if testing the waters. Once again, that urge to explode and kick him out bubbled up to the surface, but it was quickly stifled. No more pretending, she told herself.

“Yeah, we were,” she said. “He wasn’t actually my dad, really, but I came to see him as one. He was the one who took care of me when this whole thing started.”

“I bet he was a great man,” Louis said, nodding. “I’m… I’m sorry, Clementine.”

“Thanks,” she said again, not knowing what else to say. What do you say when someone offers their sympathy? “Um, what about you?”

“Me?”

“Have you ever lost someone close?” she asked. She didn’t know if the question was too blunt, but at this point, she didn’t care. Her mind was grasping at straws to stay afloat, fighting to survive, as she had done with Lee half her life.

“I have, actually,” he said. “My little sister, Erica.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said quickly, regretting her previous thought instantly. “I shouldn’t have–.”

“It’s okay,” he said, offering her a reassuring smile.

She saw him straighten up in the chair and take a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly as he did. The rickety chair creaked as he leaned forward in search of a more comfortable position, and still, Clem stared. It was hard not to, she realized. Watching his expression switch from sadness to feigned cheerfulness was interesting, as though his real self was trying to break through his persona.

“It was around five or six years ago,” he began. “We were trying to get into a part of the school we hadn’t explored in years. For some reason, the adults had blocked it off as soon as all hell broke loose. We know why now, I guess. Marlon sent me and Aasim out to check it out, but Erica was begging to come with us. She was four years younger than me. ‘Please, Lou, please. I’ll be good,’ she’d say, her eyes filled with tears.”

“After a while, I gave up on trying to convince her to stay and told Marlon not to worry. We took her with us, and she clung to my arm all the way there. The place used to be a sort of chapel for the school. We never really used it, even before the walkers came. Luckily, the main auditorium seemed empty, so we just checked it out in search of any supplies we could have needed at the time. There were many more of us then.”

Clem listened to Louis with rapt attention, to the point where she didn’t notice herself leaning in and blinking very slowly, as if to take in every second of his gestures and expressions. She studied them as he spoke; his eyes downcast, almost closed, his brow creased, and his trademark smile nonexistent.

“After like ten minutes of searching, Erica called out to me and Aasim, saying she’d found something. It was a side door to the main office, but it was blocked from the other side. We could see through a small little window that the place looked deserted, so we tried to get in. It wouldn’t budge. After a few tries, Erica offered to crawl through an open window over the door. Neither me nor Aasim could fit.”

His voice broke then, and he closed his eyes. Clem gave him time to compose himself, looking on in awe. He made an effort to clear his throat and nod at her. She blinked, and he offered her a small smile.

“I didn’t think much of it and we boosted her in. She was there for barely ten seconds when I heard them…” he trailed off, looking somewhere far off. “By the time Aasim and I managed to bust our way in, it was too late. One of the fuckers had a grip on her ankle and another had bitten into her calf.”

“Louis, I’m…” Clem could barely find words. Here she was, moping about her loss when the other kids had lost just as much, if not more than her. And here Louis was, retelling this terrible tale to her, letting it all out. She felt as though she wasn’t deserving of hearing the rest, but she chose not to mention it.

“I’m so sorry, Louis.”

“It’s okay,” he said, shrugging and slumping his shoulders, very uncharacteristically so. “It was a long time ago. She’s… in a better place, I guess.”

“I want to believe they are,” Clem whispered. Louis nodded gravely. “Louis, I’m sorry.”

“You already said that,” he said, chuckling softly, some of the color returning to his face.

“No, I mean I’m sorry for being a jerk,” she said. “You guys helped me get to him and allowed me to hear Lee’s final words.”

“You don’t have to–”

“Yeah, I do,” she cut in, nodding. “I blamed you guys for his death, even though it was my fucking fault we crashed in the first place. And then I took it out on you, on Marlon especially, even on AJ…” she trailed off. My god, AJ! she thought horrified. She had been nothing but distant toward her boy for days while she sulked and moped…

She couldn’t help it. The tears came forth without her command, and the seemed to have taken a mind of their own. Small trickles of salty tears streaked her cheeks, falling to the floor and staining the dust-covered floorboards.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, almost leaping forward and sitting beside her on the bed. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. Hiccupping softly, she melted into the embrace, finding a spot in the crook of his neck for her head, sitting comfortably.

Though the tears kept coming, she felt strangely at peace at that moment. The birds outside no longer sounded dull and emotionless, but rather vibrant and beautiful. The dreary state of the unkempt bedroom seemed merely like a dark room now, rather than the suffocating cage it felt like before.

She sniffed rather loudly and dabbed at her nose with her sleeve. Louis’s arms still wrapped around her, she looked up at the boy. His deep brown eyes regarded her with something she’d seen in them before: remorse. He managed a bigger smile for her, and once again she noticed the dimples that formed in the corners of his mouth.

“Louis?” she said suddenly, smiling back.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for coming and talking to me,” she said, looking down at last. “I guess just I needed to hear… someone out, y’know? I’m glad it was you.”

“My pleasure,” he said, nodding. He turned his head slightly and looked at the bowl on the desk, its contents probably much too cold now. “Hey, you wanna join us for dinner tonight? Aasim and I found a bunch of rabbits today so Omar is whipping up a nice stew for all of us. Should be about ready by now.”

She thought about it, looking down at her hands. For all the reasons she could think of not to go, one singular reason in favor trumped all the rest. Louis, a boy who knew next to nothing about her, had relived one of his worst moments so she wouldn’t feel as alone, and for that she was thankful. Her smile returned.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said, and together, they walked toward the door, through the threshold, and into the hallway beyond, their stomachs ready for a nice, warm meal.

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A2 - Chapter 2: Not So Out of The Woods

Chapter 1

Series is rated M

Word Count: 2427

Clementine brings a few of the school members to meet with Layla and her caravan, but suspicious activity in the woods drowns Clementine in a fear she hasn't felt in years.

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It had been hours since the sun abandoned them.

Clementine paced back and forth under the silver light of the moon mingling with the fire of the torches. What remained of her half-amputated leg strained against her prosthetic, the pain making her limp more noticeable.

Where the fuck are they?

“They’ll be back anytime now, hun.” Ruby said from a nearby picnic table, cardigan pulled tight around her to fight off the night chill. Her voice was optimistic, but her foot tapped rapidly in worry.

The young woman carefully ran her fingers over the thin braids along the right side of her head, the rest of her hair hanging loose on her left. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of Louis’ gentle touch after he finally convinced her to let him do her hair.

But pretending he was there only drew attention to the fact that he wasn’t, and neither was AJ. After losing him not once, but twice, Clementine begged that third time’s the charm wouldn't mean losing him forever.

Calm down you’re overthinking this.

Louis wouldn’t let anything happen to AJ, and Aasim was probably the smartest one of them all. He knew how to keep them out of danger.

Clementine had run out of things to keep herself busy as the time ticked on, far beyond the point they were supposed to return. The bowls were washed, patrols were done, the watchtower was deemed structurally sound. Nothing left to do but wait as the night grew colder.

“See anything?” She called up to the two standing on the watchtower.

“Not much.” Violet joked, trying to be lighthearted in the absence of their class-clown. Her vision was mostly gone, completely blind in her right eye, but she still knew a walker when she saw one.

She wore her short icy blonde hair in a half ponytail, keeping the strands out of her peripheral vision. A black patch covered her dead eye, tied in a messy knot behind her head. Tennessee convinced her to let him decorate it, painting the flower she was named after with impressive detail.

“It’s too dark to see very far.” Tennesee pointed out.

“They’ll signal when they’re close.”

Tenn was now about the age Clementine was when she first came to the school. Even though he had essentially grown up, he was still that sweet and artistic boy she had met. The only thing that majorly changed about his personality was he had taken to covering the scars on the side of his head. The navy blue beanie was pulled down over the tops of his ears, obscuring most of the burn marks. Ever since they started interacting with other groups, the people would stare and whisper. The boy found it annoying enough to hide his scars. Violet was pissed enough that she wanted to fight a few of them, and she would have if he hadn’t convinced her to drop it. Though it was not so much as she dropped it as she grumbled along with the boy’s wishes and gave death-glares to anyone whose eyes lingered too long.

A long whistle came from beyond the gate, a sound that started low then quickly swooped high. Both Ruby and Clem bolted from their places towards the gate to see three innocently-smiling faces.

“I can explain-” Louis didn’t get a chance to lead with that explanation before Clementine wrapped her arms tightly around both him and AJ. Aasim smiled and playfully rolled his eyes before wrapping an arm around Ruby and giving them some space, mentally preparing for the lecture he was about to get.

“What the hell took you so long?” She bit back tears of both relief and frustration.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that.” Louis searched for a way to dig himself out of this hole.

“We were tracking a deer and went a little too far.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t find it?”

“I did.” The boy piped up.

“I shot it but it ran away into a bunch of walkers”

“Shit.” Clementine swore.

“We need to be more careful if walkers are starting to group up like that again. That’s how herds form.”

“We should see if there’s anything we can salvage before we head to the meetup point.” Louis decided.

“Bones, antlers, parts of the hide if it isn’t too chewed up. Anything we could trade with. Plus if we run into the smelly patrol that ruined our hunt, we could take ‘em out before their gang gets too big.”

“Sounds like a decent plan.” Clem agreed.

“We should leave a little earlier if we’re gonna find that deer.”

As the excitement died down a wave of exhaustion and drowsiness fell over the group and they began heading back to the dormitories. Clementine nodded to Louis and AJ as she turned to follow the Vi and Tenn, only taking a few steps before her legs were lifted out from under her. The young woman let out a gasped yelp as she looked up to see Louis smiling down at her as he carried her bridal style.

“What the hell are you doing?” Clem asked as her cheeks became warm.

“You only limp like that when your leg hurts.” He said plainly as he continued to carry her towards their room with no intention of putting her down until they arrived.

“Why are you like this.” She groaned but was unable to stop the curl of her smile

“‘Cause I love you.” Louis replied with a quick yet exaggerated kiss to her forehead.

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The next morning the three of them set out along with Aasim, Mitch, and Brody. Waving goodbye to those who stayed to watch the school and memorizing their requests once they met up with the caravan.

“You think Layla picked up some new weapons this round?” Mitch asked with a devious smile.

“Oh, hush.” Brody scolded him, pulling her braid over her shoulder.

“Don’t you have enough knives?”

“You can never have enough knives.” The brunet smiled as he draped his arm around the short girl’s shoulder.

“Meds and ammo are top priority.” Clementine reminded, machete clutched tight in her hand as she kept an eye out for any movement among the trees.

“We need to start saving for winter. Hope you all brushed up on your haggling skills.”

They followed AJ’s lead deep into the woods until they finally came upon the clearing from the night before. The area was surprisingly devoid of walkers. The grasshoppers that fled each of their steps and the buzzing flies were the only things moving in this field.

“There it is.” AJ said with a tinge of disgust at what the animal looked like now. It wasn’t much more than a skeleton. The white of bone was more prominent than even the red of the blood, most of the meat and entrails stripped away making it nearly unrecognizable from the animal he had killed.

“Not quite the feeding frenzy I expected.” Louis joked.

“They made quick work of this fella.”

Aasim moved in closer to take a look with his by now expert hunter’s eyes. He ran his hand over a few of the ribs, feeling the texture of the bone for any imperfections.

“A few scratches but no breaks or teeth marks.” He confirmed with a mildly impressed expression.

“These will be good material for crafting.”

Clementine knelt carefully in the blood-soaked grass, prodding the carcass with her knife to examine its insides. She scrunched her nose at the vile smell, batting away the swarm of flies to investigate what she suspected from afar.

“Look at this one.” Clem beckoned him to where her blade pointed, using it to push back a piece of meat to fully show the laceration embedded into one of its ribs. It was smooth and deep against the otherwise nearly immaculate bone.

“Does that look like a knife mark to you?”

“Could be.” Aasim speculated.

“Not sure what anyone would want from a mostly-eaten deer carcass if they weren’t after the same things we are.”

“What if it wasn’t mostly-eaten when they found it.” Clementine bit her lip at the possibility.

“I mean look at it, does it look like any walker food you’ve ever seen?”

“What are you saying?” Mitch’s eyes narrowed quizzically as he defensively scanned the area around them.

“This animal wasn’t mauled, it was dressed.”

Her words hung heavy in the open clearing. They were used to interacting with others at this point. Layla’s caravan seemed to have new members every time she passed through telling tales of the other communities triumphs and woes alike. Despite all of this, no good soul could erase that happened five years ago, and the wooden replacement for her limb was a constant reminder.

“You think there’s someone sneakin’ around out here?” Brody said with a tone of worry. It was uncommon for her to come to trade meets and Clementine didn’t want something like this to put her off the idea.

“Someone who knows how to move walkers?” Louis added, not helping the red head’s anxiety.

“Let’s take what we came here for and head to the meetup spot” The young woman decided, accepting Louis’ hand to help her off the ground.

“We’re pretty far from the school. Whoever did this may never find us and if they do we’ll handle it.”

Something isn’t right here...

A body crashed loudly through the bushes at the edge of the clearing. The walker snarled through the cloth around its face as it reached for Mitch first. The freckled man smirked as he unsheathed one of his favourites knives from his belt. It had a wide steel blade that was serrated and slightly curved. He took his weapon and effortlessly fell the walker in one quick stab.

“It’s just like the others.” AJ said in almost a whisper.

“What?” Clementine turned to see the boy with a puzzled expression across his face.

“I killed two walkers yesterday and they both had that.”

Clementine could now see what he was talking about. The fabric tied over the walker’s face had a symbol of fangs painted over it. Clementine stared frozen at the symbol, a faint memory tugging at her brain. It sent a chill up her spine as adrenalin began to charge her system. It felt like something her mind wanted desperately to forget, but those fangs sunk in deep until she couldn’t bear to look at it anymore.

Get out of my head!

“What’s wrong?” Louis’ fingers intertwined with her own.

“We need to leave.” She said in a hoarse whisper, barely audible to herself over the sound of her rapidly beating heart.

Louis squeezed her hand and nodded. He knew Clem would explain later, no longer being the type to keep many secrets from him. Some fragments of her memory were best left unspoken, but she could no longer bring herself to straight-up lie. The young woman nodded in agreement and leaned into him slightly as she continued to plead internally to not have a panic attack right there. “They’re gone.” AJ said as he searched the field. “I killed two just like that one but now they’re gone.” The only walkers among them were the one that mitch had just killed and another one with a bullet hole between its eyes. Dead walkers didn’t just get back up and walk away.

“There’s more of them.” Clementine said as she and the others joined him with weapons drawn.

Footsteps moved through the trees but in the wrong direction, moving farther away and gaining speed.

That isn’t a walker.

“Hey!” Clementine shouted as she chased down the unknown onlooker, ignoring the shouts from those behind her.

Leaves rained down all around them as Clementine followed the flash of blonde hair that weaved between the trees threatening to outpace her as her prosthetic slowed her down considerably. Clementine called to the girl the whole way, but she was unrelenting in her escape attempt.

What had she seen?

What did she know?

This wasn’t something she could let go. Not with everything she’d built. If her past was sneaking up behind her to slit her throat she wanted to be ready to right back.

Lady Luck must have had mercy on her at that moment as her target was sent sprawling to the ground with a cry, her ankle catching on a thick root. The girl crawled towards a boulder, whipping around and brandishing a small blade just as Clementine caught up.

“W-Why were you watching us? Who… Who are you?” Clementine choked out her questions as she tried to catch her breath.

The girl glared back through her wild straw-coloured hair with a snarl on her lips. The sight of her closer resembled a wild animal than what appeared to be a teenage girl.

“Get away from me.” She hissed, one hand clutching her knife and the other around her ankle.

“Who are you with?” Clementine hesitantly took a few steps forward.

The girl uses the bolder to help her stand and her bared teeth shape into a wicked smile. Clementine continues her failing interrogation but now her hand is slowly drifting to the sheath on the back of her belt.

She looks about ready to slit my throat.

Clementine pulled her machete out of her sheath as she asked one final question.

“What do you know about the fangs?”

“Clementine!” Louis yelled from somewhere not too far back.

The distraction was just enough for Clem to lose focus when the girl charged with a crazed scream. She slashed at Clem with her knife, only managing a shallow but long gash from her collar bone across her shoulder as she jumped back. The girl didn’t go for a second attack, booking it past her into the forest just as Clementine’s group found her.

“Don't!” She yelled not to the fleeing girl but to her friends as they tried to go after her.

“She’s fucking feral.”

Clementine pressed the collar of her now torn shirt against the stinging cut, the already red fabric staining darker with the droplets of blood that trickled out.

“You got hurt!” AJ exclaimed when he saw her hand tightly pressed to her skin

“I’m okay.” She tried to smile reassuringly, but it quickly fell flat.

“You sure?” Louis moved her hand to take a closer look, huffing at the injury.

Clementine wanted nothing more than to go back to the school. Back to her home. But unfortunately, they still had work to do.

“Let’s just find the caravan.”

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 5 years

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good riddance

Summary: Louis knows it’s not real, just another nightmare. That doesn’t make it feel any less horrifying.

Warnings: Nightmares that include trauma and a little gore, but it’s not anything worse than what we’ve seen in the games.

Author’s Note: I was looking through my asks yesterday and saw one I got a while ago requesting Clementine comforting Louis after a nightmare, which I kind of already did in [with you], but I thought I’d take a break from working on part 4 to explore it a little bit more from Louis’ side with the actual nightmare itself.

So, if you’re looking for angsty/hurt/comfort clouis + AJ with a very scared Louis, here ya go.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta get back to work on part 4 of [with you].

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Minerva’s in the corner.

Louis doesn’t know how long she'd stood there, or how long they’ve stared at each other. Long enough for the crank of his neck to ache from the awkward position of which he lays his head. His eyes, heavy and blurred, blink slowly, waiting for her figure to blend away in the shadows.

She remains, though, with her back against the closet doors and hands rubbing at her bare arms. No doubt she’s chilled from the coolness of the bedroom. Hell, it’s cold enough that a frosty cloud puffs out through his nose with every breath. Why wasn’t she wearing her coat?

Her head twitches, cocking to the side. The movement’s so quick he almost misses it.

Then, she smiles.

His bones become heavy as if pumped full of wet cement, sinking him down into the old springs of the mattress. The muscles of his calves flex, tighten, aching with the strain of a thousand invisible needle pinpricks.

Minerva’s smile grows wider, her pale blue eyes shining silver like a reflection of the moon glowing outside the window. They crinkle with delight, sincere joy at the sight of him.

It’s then that he notices something’s off about her, other than her entire presence, of course.

Her hair.

Long, flowing over her shoulders in ginger waves, glossy in the moonlight that strikes it.

That’s what confirms it for him.

This isn’t real.

No matter what her grin says, that’s not Minerva.

He’s shaking.

Uncontrollably.

His fingers tremble against his chest, sending icy tremors through his veins, a liquidized fear. But still, he doesn’t move. He keeps watching her, and she keeps watching him. She keeps smiling.

‘Fuck, just-’

His pinky twitches. His movements are slow, unnoticeable under the blanket as his hand slips off his stomach and searches besides him. When he finds nothing but cold sheets, he squeezes his eyes painfully shut and takes a shuttering gulp of air.

She’s gone.

She’s gone and he’s alone with… with whatever’s really in the corner, trapped within the confines of his unconscious mind once again.

‘Fuck, no, just go away.’

All he wants is a night of peace.

‘Go away-’

Minerva pushes off from her spot against the closet door and moves further into the light.

“C’mon,” she whispers, her voice ringing off the walls. “I want to sing.”

Sing, she says. She wants to sing.

Louis finally breaks his gaze away from her, craning his neck towards the wall. His lips move in small murmurs, but his voice doesn’t break through the cold, suffocating silence.

“Louis?”

The dead don’t sing. That’s what he wants to tell her. They growl, gurgles of unsatisfied hunger and constant vibrating moans are all they get.

No beautiful, lyrical hums for the dead.

The blanket drags down his body, pooling around his feet. The air’s piercingly chilly now, the kind cold that almost burns your skin as it seeps through the blood and down to the bones.

When her fingers wrap around his hand, he finds he doesn’t have the strength to jerk away. He puts up no resistance as she pulls him up, yanking on his arm for him to leave the bed.

And he does.

‘No, no, no-’ he tries to protest.

Louis nearly topples over, allowing the pressure squeezing his body to consume him if that means getting away from Minerva.

She catches him.

Fuck.

Her embrace nearly brings him to tears. The warmth behind his eyes, the lump begging to be swallowed in his throat makes him want to weep.

So powerless, so weak, he leans against her with his head resting against her shoulder. Her hair is soft against his cheek, almost comforting.

His feet drag across the wooden floors as she pulls him, heavy legs moving even when he begs them not to, a disconnect between his body and his brain. It takes everything within him not to collapse under the pressure of his own body. His head falls forward, neck too weak to even look straight ahead.

If it weren’t for Minerva’s fingers entwined with his, he surely would’ve fallen straight through the floorboards, down and down. Down until he hit the dirt. Maybe even further, given just how weighed down he feels.

Then... a scream?

It starts off as a faint hiss, barely there yet still echoing.

It gets louder with every step he takes. Not only that, but the weight begins to lift. He can stand straight now, no longer hunched over and ready to fall. While the invisible needles still press into his legs, he finds it easier to move.

Another scream so awful, scratchy and agonizing, reverberates off the walls and shoots through him.

He stops, eyes wide and darting around.

‘Vi…?’

His hand has been left cold. Minerva’s gone.

But, her voice isn’t.

Behind all the screaming, as if whispered directly in his ear, is her singing. He can’t make out the words, his brain’s too hyperfocused on the screaming down the hall.

It’s not real, he tells himself, but even his own thoughts become fuzzy and pushed aside.

All that heaviness he felt is lifted, and he’s sprinting down the hallway with his heart slamming against his ribcage as if it’s attempting to break free. His oxygen’s low, only allowing him to swallow short, heavy breaths.

‘Violet!’ he tries to shout, but once again, he has no voice. No matter how much his lips move, no matter how much air he pushes through his lungs, he has no voice. ‘Vi! Violet!’

Her bedroom door is shut, locked tight. The wood rattles in the doorframe as if there’s a struggle being thrown at it. Louis pounds his fist against it until his hand is painfully numb.

The screams are beyond piercing now, excruciating.

Desperately, he shakes the doorknob with both hands, using his body to slam against the hard barrier.

‘Fuck, fuck- open!’

His shoulder begins to ache, the fibers of his thin shirt catching splinters that dig deeper into tender flesh with every hit.

He tumbles through, stumbling and falling to his hands and knees.

Violet’s curled up in the corner.

She’s stopped screaming.

And this isn’t her bedroom.

Louis takes in the decrepit manner of the cell, a parallel to the one he was once forced into. It’s blurred, edges fuzzy and colors blended. She’s the only clear thing here.

Well...

Violet isn’t really there, he knows. None of this is real, he keeps telling himself.

It’s time to wake up.

‘Wake up, Louis,’ he begs.

Violet weeps into her arm, her shoulders shaking with every gasp.

“L-Lou?” her voice's deep, breathless and throaty. It’s not her voice. Scratchy, like someone speaking through radio interference.

Against better judgment, he crawls through the room and over to her.

‘Violet?’

When he touches her shoulder, she vanishes. He nearly topples over, landing on his elbows terribly.

He jerks himself around to watch Violet walk across the room with her back to him. She stops at the door. The sound of scraping metal echoes and it opens.

Aasim and Omar are waiting for her.

She steps out with them, closing the door behind her.

‘Wait, Vi-!’

He’s on his feet and dashing to break free, but it’s already locked.

The three of them only stare when he shakes the bars, their faces contorted by shadows.

‘Don’t!’ he pleads. ‘Don’t go again! Please!’

They don’t hear him, of course. Even if they read his lips, they still wouldn’t hear him.

All together, they turn away from him and leave, but not before Violet finally speaks.

“Good riddance.”

Good riddance.

He collapses against the barred door, curling his knees to his chin and covering his eyes with his arms.

...Good riddance.

“Good riddance.”

He whirls around, eyes darting around in search of the voice.

From the corner which Violet once sat stands a figure, and once she exposes herself to the light Louis can do nothing but finally release his tears.

He chokes, sobbing into his hand as he presses himself into the corner, trying to appear small and invisible. Of course, that’s just stupid thinking.

As Dorian advances towards him, he finds himself paralyzed by the hand of dread.

‘Shit- fuck!’

Her nails dig into his neck as she takes a hold of him and jerks him forward, slamming him down flat against the floor.

‘Scream, Louis!’ he tells himself. ‘Scream! Anything to wake up!’

She grabs a fist full of his hair, forcing him to look at her.

‘Thrash around! Get Clementine’s attention- anything! Just wake up!’

He can’t break his gaze from hers. Dorian’s eyes are black, cold and unreadable. They reveal nothing but sorrow, inky black sorrow.

She brings him to his feet, icy fingers wrapped around the bare skin of his wrist, alighting dreadful flames within his blood. He flinches away and squeezes his eyes shut, wincing

‘No, no, no! Clementine-!’

Dorian jerks his arm up to focus on his closed fist. When she makes no other movements, Louis dares to peak an eye open before gasping horrifically at what his grasp clutches.

An arrow, long and smooth, clean.

Dorian grins, baring all her teeth.

‘No, please-!’

Louis tries to break free, but her hold on him is too strong.

He soundlessly cries out again when Dorian opens her mouth wide and impales herself on the arrow.

Blood gushes from her slack mouth, squirting and soaking his hand. The thick liquid trickles down his arm. It only gets worse when Louis tries to push her away, free from his paralysis.

‘No, no! I-I didn’t-’ he tries to cry out. ‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry!’

Her body collapses, crashing into him and bringing them both to the floor. His head bounces against the wood, disorienting him and bringing black splotches across his vision. Hot blood clings to his neck and chest now, still spurting from Dorian’s dislocated jaw.

The heaviness is back.

‘I’m sorry…’ he whispers. ‘I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…’

“Louis?”

Dorian lifts her head.

She reaches around and yanks the arrow out, tossing it aside. Her jaw unhinges, the flesh of her lips and cheeks rotting away and tearing.

“Lou, hey-!”

Her eyes are silver now.

She smiles.

“Clem? What’s- Louis?”

Her teeth tear out his throat, and all he can do is scream.

Good riddance.

Louis gasps out, flinging himself forward. Sweat drenches his shirt, sticky and clinging to hot skin. It’s too hot, he’s suffocating.

Cool fingers press into his shoulder and he flinches away, terrified and disoriented.

“No, no-!” he cries out. “Please-”

“Lou- Louis, it’s me-”

“Clem, is he-?”

“AJ, open the window!”

“But-”

“Do it!”

He won’t stop shaking. His entire body rocks with the never-ending waves of sobs escaping his throat, burning his eyes and slipping down his cheeks. He tucks his head between his knees and tries to breathe, tries to ease his pounding heart. Fuck, it’s going to break out of his chest!

There’s a sweet, calming whisper in his ear as a rush of cold air hits him.

“It’s me. You’re okay.”

He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry-” he apologizes. What for, he’s not sure. “-I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

He chances opening his eyes, blinking rapidly to clear his tears. In front of him, still blurred, sits AJ. The young boy stares up at him with wide, fearful eyes.

A gentle hand rubs his back, and he’s relieved to see Clementine's comforting eyes locking with his. She pushes his dreads away from his face and uses her thumb to brush his tears away.

Louis’ face burns with an awful mixture of shame and distress. His gaze darts past AJ and towards the corner of the room, right by the closet.

Empty.

AJ cautiously takes his hand, holding it with both his. “Louis?” he whispers. “It’s okay. The monsters are gone.”

Clementine kisses his temple, pulling him closer and holding his other hand. “We’re here,” she murmurs.

And Louis cries.

He cries until he can’t anymore.

Clementine and AJ don’t leave him, they don’t say anything else.

They hold him until the three of them are cramped up in the same bed. AJ snores lightly, curled up at his side and still grasping his hand.

His throat hurts and his eyes are sore. Echoes and images replay in his mind, even when he wills them away, even when he tries to think of happier things.

It’s just another nightmare. Morning will come soon, and it’ll be better.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

Clementine’s stare is felt, and when he meets it, she smiles at him. A silent, “Are you okay?”

No.

But Louis smiles back anyway.

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My Thoughts on Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks

Or: Are we sure this didn’t come out in 2004 rather than 2014? Because the “battle of the bands” story line feels super dated for some reason. I feel like almost every early 2000s cartoon had some sort of music contest episode, and I never liked them. I blame American Idol for making those popular.

Some History:

I’m under the impression that everything in this movie I dislike is a completely subjective thing that wouldn’t bother someone else. I know that, from a movie standpoint, this is much better than the first, but I just don’t like it as much. Everything that warrants complaint comes from a personal hangup that I have (such as: my lack of any musical ability causes me to not care at all whether their band is successful), so if you disagree, I completely understand. These are all my opinions, and I’m aware that this is probably the best of the four movies. (As stated on a previous post, I haven’t watched any of the shorts from 2017 or 2018 as of this entry)

There were a series of promotional shorts released before the movie debuted that explains how the members of the Main 5 came to play their instruments in Rainbow Dash’s band, and some other random stuff. Here’s the link to the playlist on youtube. Here’s a quick rundown of what I think:

Music to My Ears : meh

Guitar Centered : funny, but kind of mean spirited

Hamstocalypse Now : Hilarious.

Pinkie on the One : exactly what you’d expect it to be

Player Piano: a masterpiece

A Case for the Bass: Applejack is one word, why would she have AJ embroidered on the strap? I know people call her that but those aren’t her initials

Life is a Runway: There’s a reason they didn’t let Rarity write the songs

Shake Your Tale: Bad.

This was a pretty clever way to establish some musical background within the group without taking up time in the movie. It also is some sneaky foreshadowing with Trixie, which I appreciate.

In the actual movie: My nitpicks are going to be less Why is no one in class? Why is doesn’t anyone have homework? Because I realize this is a movie and depicting high school as it actually is would be boring to watch. Besides, there are plenty of other things to complain about.

We open on a scene of this film’s villains. And yes I am going to refer to them as villains instead of antagonists because 1) they are actually a threat and we see them doing bad things, and 2) other people will serve as antagonists. A villain is different from an antagonist, even though the terms are often used interchangeably.

The Dazzlings are so cool, they make a cameo four years later. Either this is some really deep foreshadowing, or by season seven the writers were so desperate for an ongoing arc, they looked to other properties. But we now know that the guardians banished them over 1,000 years ago. So they really are ancient magic. And now they have to go to high school. Talk about eternal torment…

Way to take all the credit, Starswirl

We are shown how they are a sort of siren, who feed off of people’s negativity and discord and use their beautiful enchanted voices to cause mayhem. Kind of like a mix between Ursula the sea witch and Spectra from Danny Phantom. Oh my gosh, this is the second one of these reviews that I’ve brought up Danny Phantom. Maybe this is why Butch thinks he’s so popular.

The Dazzlings, we can infer, have been exiled to the EQG-verse from Equestria. So apparently this universe is like the pony version of colonial Australia, where they send all their criminals and miscreants. A solid plan that couldn’t have any negative repercussions. The sirens see a beam of light that must be the one from the last movie. This is good news for them, but bad news for me because now I have no idea how much time has passed the two films. Has it been a couple days? Weeks? Moons? This will make a difference in regards to why people still don’t trust Sunset. But why waste time setting up the story when we can get right into the remix title card?

At this point, I can only assume that principal Celestia threatened to expel students if they told the news or the FBI about the magical winged demon that attacked the school, because no one seems too concerned about that incident.

But they have plenty of time to hurt my baby’s feelings

I’m going to be honest, when I first watched EQG I thought that Sunset was faking her remorseful act after being defeated. As cool as that would have been, she makes a much better reformed bad guy than an antagonist, because she really wasn’t in the last movie that much.

List of “evil” things Sunset Shimmer has done: send fraudulent text messages and emails that honestly could have been pretty easily disproved, made fun of Fluttershy, made fun of the steamers in the gym, somehow divided the school into cliques, ran a mostly unsuccessful smear campaign against Twilight’s bid for dance princess, threatened to destroy the portal to Equestria, transformed into a demon to hypnotize the students, and she dissed the Apple cider.

Ok, that last one is pretty evil. But what really makes this and all subsequent movies great is that we get to see her learn and grow and change from the experience into a real friend.

I am glad to see that the Main 5 have forgiven her, but no one is quite ready to absolve her of guilt. Like, I might not think she did all that much bad junk, but the students of Canterlot High seem to think she was one tier below Mussolini in terms of maniacal dictators, so I don’t blame them for being cautious. It takes a lot to earn back trust.

Back in Equestria proper, the Mane six plus Spike are sitting around waiting for the plot to affect them. They kindly provide some exposition and once again setup the fact that only Twilight can go through the portal, because the others can’t interact with themselves. So we think. I will be bringing this up when we get to The Friendship Games.

Back through the portal, Twilight gets looped into the fact that Sunset has changed her ways. It’s fair to be a little apprehensive to trust someone who, the last time you saw them, was an actual literal demon. (Don’t worry though, Twi, you’ve still got two more unicorns to reform. It’s kind of your thing.)

Don’t reject her love Twilight, it’s all I have to live for

And now it’s time to discuss the small blue elephant in the room. I feel like I really need to explain why I dislike the addition of Flash to any of the plots. He’s kind of a waste of a potential. You want to add a male character: fine. But make them an actual real fleshed-out character. The show has proven that they can do it and do it well. Sunburst and Thorax are great characters who feel like a good addition to the story. And we got a real sense of who they were in one or two twenty minute episodes. I have no clue what this guy’s purpose is except to be a love interest, and this is not the show to do that with. With very few exceptions, the main characters of MLP have not sought out romantic partners, Twilight included. Why would she choose to do so now? I mean, I get why he’s into Twilight: she’s taken the form of a cute teenage girl. But he’s a species that doesn’t even exist in Equestria. She just fell through a portal and instantly got the hots for some weird otherworldly creature…

Wait a minute. Wait just a minute. Perhaps this isn’t compulsory heterosexuality. Perhaps Twilight Sparkle is just a Monster Lover™. I can respect that.

Moving on.

It was so very smart of the writers to have the Dazzlings brainwash the principals in order to get away with this scheme. That makes so much more sense and covers any plot holes that could arise (such as, someone claiming to be a new student despite having no transcript, no grades, and no knowledge of how to hold a pen).

Does time work differently between these two universes? Has it been months in Equestria but only a week in this world? (It really threw me off that the first four season of MLP took place over one year, and these movies don’t help that). And the sad thing is, this could be easily hand-waved away by a single throw away line, but it isn’t.

The Dazzlings are already better villains than Sunset, even from a character standpoint. We know their powers, we know their motivation, and we know they are capable of bringing about an actually believable rift between friends.

Then the best song, best montage, and possibly best scene in any of these films happen: the Dazzling come into the lunchroom and hypnotize everyone. This song is beautiful and eerie and exactly what you would expect a magic spell to sound like. I also enjoy the visual representation of the bands competing (and not just because I didn’t want to hear any of them perform) that we’ll see later. To give credit where credit is due, this movies has some great visual sequences.

Give ‘em the o’l razzle dazzle

At first I thought it was unrealistic that this many kids had bands, but I realized it was probably an effect of the spell. But I might not be the best judge: I think I know maybe three people, plus myself, who don’t play an instrument. I’ll just assume that the Disney channel exists in this universe, and all these children just really want to be famous.

It’s worth sitting through this movie just to see everyone’s pajamas. That’s not weird, right? No really, the scene of them all having a big slumber party is everything I ever wanted from this series. They managed to capture everyone’s personality from an article of clothing. Now THAT’s good character design.

I get the distinct impression that the writers of this don’t like Rainbow Dash.

Oh good, references to technology that couldn’t possibly date this movie in the slightest. Wait… this is Pinkie’s house. Aren’t the Pies supposed to be like Amish or resembling Amish-type folk? What is the human equivalent of rock farmers? Not actual farmers because those exist in the pony-verse. This really confuses me, but Maude’s cameo is fantastic.

The scene with Twilight and Sunset is one of those really well-done moments that reminds me why I love the show so much. It feels really genuine, and supports my argument that it was worth having Sunset as a crappy villain just to reform her.

Ah yes, the sweet, lingering glances that totally platonic female friends share with each other late at night. I know them well.

Our girl Twily seems to be having trouble writing a spell that can double as a catchy pop song (She’s no Lana Del Rey), so they go with an old set list. How long has this band been operational? Weren’t they in a huge feud for several years?

Mac is a close second for best cameo

So we get to watch the band audition, and it goes about as well an actual high school talent show. The CMC are in the outfits from Showstoppers (which is hilarious) and Snips and Snails rap (which is disturbing). In order to keep my goblin brain from exploding while trying to figure out the ages of everyone, I’m just going to assume that this is a combination Middle School and High School. So, if Sunset won fall dance princess four years in a row, she would be in the tenth grade now, so they would be about 15-16. The Equestria Girls Holiday Comic shows Rarity driving a car, so that could be a possibility.

A. Daft. Punk. Reference. Wow. Just wow. (Note: this was more shocking before season five, when there was a character that was basically Lady Gaga. And by basically, I mean very obviously Lady Gaga. Remember when the pop culture references in this show were subtle?)

Dash’s song is quite possibly the most cringeworthy thing I have ever heard. The only defense is it does sound like something a high schooler would write.

On that note, why is Rainbow Dash the lead singer of the group? I mean, I know why, but WHY? (and yes, I am aware that her voice actress is a singer. But Ashleigh Ball uses her normal voice when she performs. Think back to all the songs RD has sung in the previous four seasons before this aired. There are not a lot of solos or high notes. When she sings as Applejack, it is beautiful, but Dash’s voice is grating sometimes)

Really? A battle of the bands is the greatest thing you’ve done at the school? That whole “stopping an actual demon with magic” was just a regular Friday for you? I’ll chalk that up to the brainwashing, otherwise I might go full on rage and throw my laptop out a window.

I guess our merry band of protagonists weren’t paying attention to big cafeteria scene, because they just now figured something suspicious is going on.

Still haven’t fixed the lights in that dim corner of lockers. Fortunately, there are many dramatic confrontations to be had.

I think we’re supposed to see Rarity’s obsession with the outfits as a ridiculous thing, but I think it’s important to distinguish this universe from the one with the professional seamstress who has unicorn magic at her disposal. This is a teenager who has school, extracurriculars, and parents to contend with. If I went through the trouble to hand-make seven costumes for my friends, then found out no one would wear them, I’d be pretty ticked off as well.

Now this is how you montage. We get to play a fun game of “guess which characters are in which band,” and seeing their “humanized” designs. Lotta bootcut pants in this show.

I’m just going to leave this here...

This is some actually effective villainy. The whole school has turned against each other. Maybe they need to learn about the magic of friendship. Unfortunately, the gang is too busy squabbling over band stuff, and Twilight is too distracted to give an overly emotional speech.

No one in the rule book does it say magically turning into a pony is grounds for disqualification...I would assume.

If we’re being honest here, the Dazzlings are better performers than the Rainbooms.

And we’ve come to the crux of things. The scene where they’re locked under the stage is the perfect example of my biggest issue with this movie. I do not like to see Mane 6 fight. I don’t like Trade Ya, I don’t like Putting Your Hoof Down, and I despise Look Before You Sleep. Seeing this otherwise close group of friends constantly have petty arguments, even if it’s for completely valid plot reasons, make me want to turn the movie off. This isn’t a criticism of the screenwriting, it is just a reason why I personally dislike Rainbow Rocks more than the other films.

Of course, they make up because this is about the magic of friendship and what not, but notice how no one actually apologizes for their behavior. No, “I’m sorry that I minimized your contribution to the group or made fun of something you were passionate about.” I realize they were under the influence of magic, but they also knew that! They knew the Dazzlings had the power to turn people against each other! An apology is just a preamble to fundamental behavior change, and if they don’t realize why they were being bad friends, how can they learn from anything?

And the real kicker is, they knew what the Dazzlings were capable of. Twilight read a book about them immediately before going through the portal. It’s not they they just learned that they spread chaos. Why are we fighting? Gee, I don’t know.

DJ-ex-machina. I’m ok with this.

To the movie’s credit, the finale really has one of the best song of the movie. And by that, I of course mean Trixie’s song. Trixie is the most fun addition to the cast. She makes for a fun antagonist, on her own and as a Pawn to the Dazzlings.

Fight scene! Fight scene! We’re gonna have a fight scene!

Now that they’ve put their petty squabbles behind them, it’s time for a big music battle. The Dazzlings pony up harness the energy of the audience to project their Equestrian selves to...I don’t know. Take over the world or something.

This isn’t even their final form

Oh. This design looked better in book form

Sunset is Magic. That’s the show.

So the stones auto-tuned them, and that made everyone mindlessly antagonistic. I’m sure there’s some clever commentary there.

T’was the magic of friendship that killed the beast.

No, you don’t get to just rejoin the plot

Thank you, Trixie.

The real story here is how Principal Celestia will pay off the press.

Thus Twilight goes back to the land of horses, Starlight has been truly forgiven, and my Netflix suggestions will never been the same again.

I want to give a big shout out to the person who put all the captions on the image gallery for this movie’s wikia page. They are funnier than I could ever hope to be.

Some general thoughts:

The scene of Twilight awkwardly yelling “Friendship is magic!” to a room of confused teenagers is the cringiest thing I’ve ever seen, but it got a good laugh out of me. Look at the Dazzlings faces in this scene. “Ok, we legitimately didn’t see that coming.”

One of the reasons that I am so drawn to the show is that they are able to create conflict and drama without being mean-spirited. I have to deal with that kind of nonsense so much in my daily life, I just don’t want to subject myself to eighty minutes of it. But i get it: from a narrative standpoint, this is the most cohesive. There’s some good set up and pay off, and an actually intimidating villain who is actually present in the plot.

I love Trixie so much, I should be dead. She really is the star of the show. I forgot how little we saw of her before season six.

The stinger, oh the stinger. Forget what I said about the pajama party; it was worth sitting through this for the promise of an interesting sequel.

We’ll get to you soon, you marvelous lesbian disaster.

Starlight’s redemption is the best part of this franchise, and it’s worth all the nonsense to hear Rebecca Shoichet’s angelic voice.

From a purely film standpoint, this is probably the best one of the bunch. It has a clear structure, everyone’s motivations check out, there’s an actual climax that feels earned. I just don’t enjoy it. There are worse ways to spend eighty minutes 3.7/5

The worst thing to come from this, however, is the terrifying merchandise:

What Fresh Hell is This?

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Days With You

Title: Days With You / Chapter One

Pairing: Clementine x Louis

Word Count: 1945

Summary: Clementine and Louis enjoy their first (impromptu) date.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to try a modern au for a while now, it’s nice to take a break from the walkers :P This was originally a 9k fic that I ultimately broke down into smaller chapters. It’ll be an ongoing series of events between Clementine and Louis throughout their time at university.

So many damn sounds.

Were carnivals always this loud?

Clementine adjusted the headphones in her ears, trying to drown out the noise. How Marlon and Louis convinced her to join their expedition to the carnival was beyond her. The bright lights of the stalls and sketchy rides could make the moon blush.

“Earth to Clem,” Marlon waved his hand in front of Clementine's face, her eyes meeting his. “You got your ticket?”

She pulled the blue stub out of her back pocket, displaying it in all its scrunched mess. Marlon nodded, grateful that someone was organised.

“According to Marlon, an organised day is a fun day,” Louis whispered to her. She jumped slightly at his intrusion, despite his voice being very timid. “But it is a social day, so no headphones Missy.”

He yanked both headphones out of her ears, placing one into his own. “My Chemical Romance, seriously? Remind me to create a playlist for you.”

She snatched the headphone out of his ear, chucking them back into her satchel. “I like my style of music thank you very much. I don't need you recommending me The Sound of Music, again.”

“I'm just saying, Julie Andrews never gets old.” Louis flashed his ticket to the woman standing at the kiosk, giving him a tired smile as he entered, Clementine following closely.

“I still reckon we should have gone to the bar.” Violet gave an obvious look of disgust at a little boy running past her, hitting her thigh in the process.

“Chin up Vi, it’ll be fun.” Ruby gushed, earning an eye-roll from said girl.

The group of eager and annoyed young adults set up station at a picnic table, the smell of grease from the hotdog stand was enough to make Clementine’s stomach hurt.

“So, where does everyone want to go first?” Marlon asked as he flattened out the map in front of everyone.

“I’d like to watch the horse show, scope out the competition y’know,” Ruby said as she pointed to the cartoon horse in the centre of the map.

Louis gave Aasim a gentle nudge to the shoulder, bravely winking at him despite the death stare Aasim was sporting.

“Alright, since we’ll most likely never decide, let’s just go where we want and meet at this food stand in two hours.”

Everyone seemed to enjoy that plan, running off into different directions. Clementine began to wander aimlessly around the carnival, enjoying how the fairy lights glowed against the night sky. It was peaceful being on her own.

It was disturbed as Louis’s presence appeared beside her, so much for peace. Whenever Louis was around her heart fluttered, everything about him was somehow attractive, even when they were in high school and he was a total dork.

“You have any idea where to go?” He chirped in her ear. “Cause I don’t.”

“I was just gonna walk till something caught my eye. It’s been a while since I’ve been to a carnival, don’t really remember what it’s like.” Memories of holding both her parents' hands slipped through the cracks. Her dads’ laughter echoed, taunting her.

“You cool Clem?”

Clementine snapped back into reality just as quickly as she fell out of it. “Yeah, just thinking about my parents.”

Louis slowly nodded, not daring to press the subject further. Despite having known her for a few years, the mystery surrounding her parents remained strong as ever. She had her adoptive father, Lee Everett and her little brother AJ - whom she loved dearly - but they couldn’t fully replace what she lost as a child.

Louis searched the nearby area, desperate for something that would make her happy again. The bright blue light of the High Striker grabbed his attention. A plan began to form in his mind, a risky one...but to see Clementine smile?

She was always worth it.

Louis walked to the machine, flashed the oddly young worker his ticket and confidently gripped the mallet. It was moments like these when he was glad he played baseball as a kid. Although this was the only time he has ever needed those skills.

“What are you doing?” Clementine questioned. She didn't like the cheeky sparkle in his eyes, it usually ended in trouble.

“If I can ring this bell, you have to go on a date with me.”

“What?”

“You plus me equals a date. Deal?”

Before she had a chance to speak Louis raised the mallet in the air, taking in a deep breath before slamming it down on the red button. Clementines shoulders fell as the lever flew to the top of mechanism, hitting the bell sharply.

Louis couldn't stop the grin he was sporting. “So, a date it is m'lady.”

She was almost at a loss for words, at his offer and strength. Knowing that fighting him would result in an endless battle, she accepted his request. “Do you have it planned out?” Clementine matched his grin, her heart running like a freight train

Louis motioned to the bustling carnival around them. “Right here, right now. Clementine, will you go on a date with me?” He bowed down dramatically to his princess, a nickname he only ever referred to when he was alone.

“Okay.” She answered without thinking, her desires influencing her mind.

Louis by taken aback by her answer, expecting some sort of argument from her. “Ah, well let’s check out the Ferris Wheel. I hear it’s got the best view of the forest.”

He took her hand slowly, desperate not to piss her off, but shockingly she grabbed tightly and let herself be dragged through the crowd. His stomach starting doing mad flips, how were her hands so soft? He didn’t let go till they were inside the small compartment, against his own wishes. The compartment was dangerously rickety and small, definitely not up to code. Their knees clashed together as they shimmied onto the cold seats.

“I don’t know how you convinced me to come tonight,” Clementine laughed as the ride went into motion, hoping the darkness would conceal her blush at being in such a close proximity to Louis. “You know this isn’t really my scene.”

Louis just shrugged. “We all deserve some fun, especially now that uni is starting soon. ”

“Don’t remind me. It feels like yesterday we all started, can't believe it's already been two years.”

Louis gazed at his close friend, who was calmly fidgeting with the rips in her jeans. He remembers the day they met so clearly. She was the mysterious new girl and Marlon was giving her a brief tour of their high school, he was in the music room practising when he first laid eyes on her. She was beautiful, she had always been beautiful to him and he’s always been able to hide how he felt. Until now, seeing her so calm in his presence.

Clementine turned to him, looking almost embarrassed. “Did you plan to ask me out, or was it just a joke?”

He thought it was obvious, wasn’t it? He’d been flirting with her since the day they met. “My sweet Clementine, I may joke from time to time,”

Clementine scoffed. “That was an understatement.”

“But when it comes to matters of the heart, I do get serious.”

“Wow, you being serious?”

Louis chuckled. “I asked you out because I like-like you and I have for a while now.”

He sure was a wild card, telling her this in a place where she couldn’t run. Louis had always been charismatic, especially towards her. Only her.

It all made sense, the relentless jokes, dramatic serenades and lingering glances. He tried to express himself in his own way.

Their eyes met and she instantly reached out for his hands. The hopeless romantic in him couldn't help but feel weightless and somehow completely grounded all at once. Their fingers laced together, Louis squeezed slightly, proving to himself that this was real.

This is real.

Clementine examined his face, staring at him for a sign. A sign that he was okay with it, a sign that he wasn’t beginning to regret it all. “Louis? I...don't really know how to do the date thing.”

“Neither do I.” He confessed.

Knowing that he was just as confused as she was provided Clementine with some relief. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck and pulled him closer, closing the gap that kept them at a safe distance all these years. Their lips made contact as fireworks exploded in the air above.

“Talk about a movie moment.” Louis smirked into the kiss.

They were eager to stay wrapped up together in their own world, but the sudden halt in movement brought them both back to planet Earth. “Did the ride just stop?” Clementines question had an obvious answer that was starting to settle in.

“I think our chemistry gave the ride a jolt.”

“Fuck he's so smooth.”

Clementine laughed freely with him, despite their current situation. The people in the other carriages were shouting, becoming afraid from being suspended mid-air.

Louis stopped caring about the outside world, hoping that the ride stays like this. “And I'm going to take this all as a sign that you like me back.”

“What gave it away,” Clementine confirmed his number one wish, turning away to catch her breath. “Check it out!” She squealed, getting distracted by the breathtaking sight. Louis looked down below, realising they had made it to the top. The view was spectacular. The trees looked so small and dense. The people looked like dolls, enjoying the night whilst they could before being forced back into their daily routine.

“You were right,” Clementine was in awe. “It is the best view.”

Louis turned back to Clementine. “Yeah, it’s amazing.”

They both hopped out of the ride, grateful to feel the ground beneath their feet. Clementine looked at her watch to confirm the time. “I can't believe we spent our two hours stuck on that Ferris wheel.”

“It went by suspiciously fast, so no complaints here,” Louis playfully shoved Clementine. “Did you have fun?”

“I did, thanks for a good date.” She smiled sweetly.

“Just good? That's it, our next date has to be splendid!” Louis punched the air dramatically.

Clementine raised an eyebrow at his candour. “A next date? Who said-”

“Sorry too busy preparing a date for this amazing girl I’ve had a crush on forever, hopefully, she'll say yes.”

All Clementine could do was smile, she wasn't skilled with words, just simple actions. They made eye contact with their friends, all holding prizes and food. Violet seemed to be happier, then again she was holding a pack of chicken nuggets.

“There you guys are,” Marlon sighed. “We haven't seen you two all night.”

Violet wiggled her eyebrows as the other kids began to giggle at all the things two young adults who share feelings for each other could do. It seemed everyone else was aware of the subtle flirting they shared beore Clementine and Louis even acknowleged it.

“We were on the Ferris Wheel, it broke down.” Clementine killed their whispers instantly, she wasn't one for gossip and especially didn't want any rumours about her to circulate.

Marlon eyed down his two friends. “Okay, Violet, Brody and Mitch won't stop pestering me about going to the bar, you guys wanna join?”

Louis and Clem both nodded, walking a little ways ahead of the group to share whispers and secrets they've kept the past few years.

“Am I wrong or are we witnessing the beginnings of love here?” Aasim joked to the others as they watched their friends sink further and further into their feelings.

This was the start of something wild.

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Girly Do you like the color pink? It’s my favorite color. My phone case, wallet, purse, expander, water jug, two notebooks, backpack, pencilcase, clipboard, and paper clips are all pink. What have you spent more money on: a purse or a pair of shoes? Definitely shoes. I have one purse but I didn’t even spend on it, as it was a gift from my tita who was coming over to the Philippines. Do you ever wear heels? I have pairs of heels but people in the PH are so conservative and judgy that you can’t really dress up without them looking at you. As much as I want to wear my heels to places, I can only do so when I go to parties or other special occasions. What are the most stylish but uncomfortable shoes you own? I dunno, I find all of them pretty comfortable. Do you have any shoes you mostly only wear for photo shoots? No...I never have any photoshoots.

What's your all-time favorite lipstick (brand and color)? I don’t do makeup. Do you buy drugstore make-up or high-end make-up? What dog breed do you think you look the most like? Hahahahahahaha what omg

Do you like light blue jeans or dark blue jeans better? Light blue. I think they’re more trendy at the moment. What are your favorite type of pants to wear? I like my high-waisted ripped jeans! They’re super casual and can match any top. I wear it if I just want a chill day. What's the last good love story you read? I haven’t read those in a hot minute. Who is/was the most romantic of your friends? Jo I think, but I’m pretty sure it would be JM if he finally finds someone. Have you ever had a magical kiss? Always. Do you like kissing or hugs better? Hugs!!! Retro Do you own any records? No. I don’t have a turntable to play them on. Do you own a pair of bell-bottoms? Also no. I was never a fan. Have you ever tie-dyed anything? We had to tie-dye a shirt for a project in like sixth grade, but I’ve never done it just because I felt like it. What's one oldies song you like? We Didn’t Start the Fire. Do you think Disco is a cute name for a boy? Not at all. Poor kid. Do you own a lava lamp or disco ball? I own neither, but I wanted my own lava lamp really bad when I was like 14. Did you own a disco light when you were younger? I don’t think I did. Have you ever put a dime in a jukebox? Haven’t. The few times I ate at Johnny Rockets they had a jukebox, but I didn’t go near it because I was shy. When was the last time you went to the roller rink? We don’t have any here. Do you wear hoop earrings ever? I have a pair of clip-on hoop earrings I wear at least once a week. Do you own a kaleidoscope? No. I probably did when I was younger. Have you ever done hard drugs? No. Tumblr What are three of your favorite Starbucks drinks? Java chip frappe, caramel macchiato (iced or warm is fine), and peppermint mocha are my go-tos. Do you have photos on the wall in your room? Yeah but they’re nothing like the Tumblr aesthetic you’re probably asking for. I have frames of Audrey Hepburn on one wall and a poster of a Korean actor that I love, but that’s about it. If you own/owned a Polaroid camera, which color would/do you have? I’ve never had one but my sister just bought her own Instax the other week that I plan to borrow. It’s brown if I remember correctly. Have you ever done a craft with a record? if so, what? No. I don’t think I’d want to put my hands on a record like that either. What's one of the best Tumblr-inspired craft projects you've seen? Meh. I haven’t seen the crafty side of Tumblr since 2010. Do you have a Tumblr account? I wonder. Which do you like better: Tumblr or Pinterest? Tumblr for surveys and memes, Pinterest for ideas. Do you have a mandala tapestry hanging in your home? No...that screams 2014 to me. Do you own any succulents? I never got into plants. Fake succulents or real succulents? Do you doodle on your notebook paper? When I get bored in class, yes. Do you own Sharpies? Mmmm no, I don’t really need them for anything. What's your favorite Sharpie color? What color are your Converse shoes? White. I used to have a pair of red high-top Chucks as tribute to AJ, but I think my mom threw them out already because I stopped wearing them. Have you ever made an inspiration board for your room? No. Who is the best-looking male celebrity? Gregory Peck. Boho Where would you like to travel to next? Thailand or Vietnam, hopefully! List three more vacations you would like to go on. I want to go back to Singapore, then go to those two I mentioned above. Where are three places you go to relax? My room, the beach, a cafe. Are you a musician, artist, or writer? None of these, but writer speaks to me the most. Do you believe in truth, freedom, and love? ...Sure. What is your favorite store at the mall? I don’t have one I normally go to. Would you hitchhike if people were generally trustworthy? If I had the time, yep. What's the most daring thing you've ever done? Every time I overtake or be an ass on the road (because everyone else is) always feels daring lmao. Would you ever belly dance at a faire? No. If you became famous, would you change your name to something exotic? Idk, that’s kinda racist/appropriating. What are five exotic names that you like? What exactly are exotic names???? Do you own a dreamcatcher? Yeah, I have a large one above my bed. Do you feel closer to God in nature? No. Fashion What are five things that were in style when you were in high school? Roshes, ripped jeans, crop tops, statement shirts lmao, and hoodies. What does your favorite scarf that you've made look like? I don’t need scarves and more so have I not made my own. Do you wear scarves? No. It’s too hot for scarves. List the different colors of jeggings and/or skinny jeans that you have. White, black, dark blue, light blue, khaki. What color is your favorite pair of shorts? Black. What color is your favorite sweater? The XXL one Gabie gave me to use whenever I miss her is gray. List five people whom you think have great style. Audrey Hepburn, one of the profs in my college that has an impeccable wardrobe, Kate, Sophia, and tbh my aunts.

List five of some of the worst trends you've seen. I don’t feel like it. List five items on your current wardrobe wish list. More heels, high-waisted shorts, a new jumpsuit, a party dress for the year-end college party in May, and tube tops. Where do you shop the most for clothes? H&M. Do you own anything leopard print? No. Never. Do you wear earmuffs? I don’t need them. What color are your favorite pair of boots? I don’t really wear boots. Music What song makes you cry? Recently, it’s Louis Tomlinson’s singles- at least the ones dedicated to his mom. What could be the theme song to your life? That’s a pretty bold claim...but uhhh probably Misguided Ghosts by Paramore. What is a good break-up song? Walking in the Wind, One Direction. What song makes you want to dance? Any high-energy Beyonce song tbh. What is one of your all-time favorite songs? From Eden, Hozier. What is your current favorite song? Three straight surveys that this was asked. Talk, by Khalid. Which show has a great theme song? I don’t watch a lot of shows, so I wouldn’t know. Which song is so catchy it's easy to get stuck in your head? Depends on my mood and what my head prefers to play at the moment. Which song is used in a lot of youtube videos? Royalty-free ones? Idk. Which song is sad? The entire soundtrack of New Moon lmao. Who makes great song covers on YouTube? I don’t like covers. Who is one of the best songwriters? HOZIER Who has a beautiful voice? Also Hozier. Who made it big fast? Idk, it’s pretty easy to make it big fast nowadays thanks to social media. Arts and Crafts List five DIY youtubers you love to watch. I hate DIY YouTube. Who makes the best craft videos? Have you ever painted rocks and hid them in your town? No. Even if I had the time to, the idea doesn’t sound exciting. What craft project is harder than it looks? All of them, I would guess. Have you ever got hot glue stuck to your hands? Nooooo no no, that’s one of my biggest fears. Are you messy when it comes to painting? I’m messy in and out of painting. What color is your cutting board? Would you rather build something or decorate something? I’d rather buy something that’s already built and decorated. Just really not an artsy person so this category is not for me haha. Have you ever painted something on canvas? Never. I couldn’t, even if I tried. List a few of your favorite painters. Monet. Do you love the brand Natural Life? I don’t think I recognize the name. Do you love the brand Lisa Frank? Yessssss my girl Lisa used to be the bomb dot com. Oil pastels or chalk pastels? Which do you prefer, and why? Oil...they look nicer for me? And I’ve never heard of chalk pastels until now. Glitter gel pens or regular gel pens? Glitter. Colored pencil or regular pencil? Colored pencils, because I love coloring books. Charcoal or colored chalk? Chalk. Charcoal is messy. Painting or drawing? I hate both. Painting that shows brushstrokes or painting that looks like a photograph? I’d rather see the brushstrokes. Knitting or crocheting? I hate them both too. Sewing on a machine or doing embroidery by hand? Color or black-and-white? Color. Digital photography or film photography? Classic film.

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