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whencallstheheart · 3 years

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We’ll find out tonight if our predictions are correct!

Responses to the written questions are under the cut.

Where is Ned and what is he doing?

No idea

Business trip

Dealing with some financial issues.

Doing business in UC or Hamilton. Nothing major

He stayed behind next episode and will be back in the finale.

I think planning something for Florence, maybe expansion for the mercantile?

I don't know

I have no idea, wth!?!?

Yo i have no idea. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say he's trying to contact Florence's daughter who wasnt there for the wedding

Maybe he's visiting his daughter? Or expanding the Mercantile somehow

With Mike. Oil pipeline

Hiding

It sure

I have no clue honestly, maybe planning a surprise for Florence?

Perhaps...expanding his store? Or ordering something new to begin to be shipped to his.

something related to factory

Sussing out suppliers

Maybe something to do with the Wyman guy?

visiting his daughter

Buying a new house or a surprise for Florence

Visiting Abigail

Planning something special for Florence

He is doing something with his daughter

No clue

With his daughter

Planning to expand the mercantile to include deliveries (Hope Valley Amazon) lol

Not sure

I really dont know!

Made out a Will since he now is married to Florence

Business in Union City

Business, but he’ll be back

I don’t Know

I dont know. This one threw me!

Literally have no idea

maybe he will come back with his daughter who will come to live at HP

some sweet surprise/gift for Florence

He is involved im some growth in HV.

Taking care of business.

He's making a business deal somewhere

I have no idea. I think it was a weird to put in o.O

Making purchases for the store.

Business stuff somewhere

I don't know

i don't know

ned things

He just took the long way home...

Adopting Flo's son

Hiding

He is picking up a surprise order gift for Florence, and it’s taking longer than expected.

Fighting attempt to take over mercantile

Talking to a divorce lawyer. Or putting a pillow over Abigail's mom's face so she can bury her already and come back to Hope Valley for his buddy Henry's sake.

Honestly I’m not sure but interested to find out!

Idk honestly. Probably actually doing something sweet for Florence but she doesn't know it.

What's up with the Pinkertons?

Not sure

A storyline to bring a change of pace to the show.

I really Don’t know

Not sure, but I don’t think it will be resolved this season, maybe it’s the cliffhanger?

I don't know

They’re hired thugs like they were in S1, just there to show Walden is a bad guy despite appearances

Factory related

Up to no good! Don’t trust them.

Yo i dont even know. They look totally sketch but they are probably the good guys actually. I'm predicting they are after someone who's been wanted for a long time. I think it may be too easy to link them with the guy who took Jesse and Clara's money

Not sure yet

Working for Waldon

Railroad

Sneakily buying land

I couldn't care less about them

Perhaps something is in the cabin/someone they don't want found.

No idea

Something to do with the mine disaster (even though it's been ages).

we will see in season 9

Setting up a good storyline for season 9

Not sure maybe something to do with the new factory that might be built

Maybe it has to do with Henry

I have no idea, but I do not like them!

No good

Buying all the land

They have Jesse. Someone wants to reopen the mine and seek revenge on Elizabeth for his son going to jail (Spurlock).

Looking for some kind of hidden good

Shady dealings going on

Guarding the future factory site. But something extra at the cabin connected with Spurlock.

Trouble

An even bigger I dont know on this one. Like, what in the world???

Holding Jesse captive

I think they kidnapped Jesse because he found out what they were up to but I have no idea what that is

stumped on this one

That is difficult. He is apparently connected to S1 Spurlock. Is he there for revenge? Or, just a heavy hand like his relative?

Revenge? They want to take over Hope Valley.

Something sketchy, probably bigger than just whatever is going on with the cabin though.

Land grab

No clue but they'll be one of the big bads next season

They are probably the goons of the Industry dude

They are working for somebody bigger.

They want to take over the town

I don't know

i'm worried about Nathan

idk they are the bad daddys of the season

they can only be there to cover up a crime, or some valuable find

No clue

They’re wanting to uproot Hope Valley for better business by destroying the town.

Keeping identity of mastermind safe from townspeople.

Maybe looking for Ned, who alternatively is a serial killer and now on the run. Possibly for the murder of Abigail's mother?

I’m so confused lol

Creating a monopoly & doing some villain nonsense (as it would seem the show is hinting).

Any other thoughts going into the finale?

There will be at least one surprise- not sure what

There are too many loose ends to tie up in one episode and I just want Elizabeth and Nathan together (and perhaps quickly married in this episode!)

I’m honestly really nervous, I’m rooting for Nathan but I have a feeling she’ll go for Lucas, I really don’t mind Lucas as a character but like what storylines can they do with them as a couple? The manuscript is finished, they’ve gone on every sort of date at this stage and she’s been in his office. What else can they do? With Nathan they can do the being scared because of his job again but making it different, there’s children involved now, it’s not just Elizabeth. Jack won’t understand but Allie will 100% feel worried for him. Also Allie having a mother figure, especially at this stage in her life, how could you not want it! The blended family as the main family would be so nice for this show, I know it’s been done before but they will be fairly front and centre in the show. Sorry for the rant, I love your blog so much! I don’t have tumblr so I can’t leave comments or like your gifs but I thoroughly enjoy all your theories and opinions!!

Just ready for this stupid love triangle to be over!

I’d love to actually see Henry meet up with Abigail, but doubt it. I hope they have Clara do something heroic for Jesse, but also doubt it. Henry will definitely be putting Hickam in charge at least temporarily. I think Ned will return but we won’t get a full explanation yet. And the dramatic ending won’t be the triangle choice, it’ll be Elizabeth losing the school.

Allie’s adoption finalized and reaction to Elizabeth choosing Nathan is something we should see.

Glad the triangle will be DONE!!

I hope that Elizabeth follows her heart and not pick someone who is a safe option.

I wish Faith were leaving instead of Carson. Also, I think there will be lots of set up for problems with the school board and Elizabeth. Also, I want more little Jack scenes but i don't think we'll get much since child acting laws and covid combined make that difficult

Excited for Elizabeth to move on from her past and enter a new adventure with either of the two men and really just everything else (Rosie and Lee, Fiona, Henry.)

I hope Faith doesn’t end up with whoever doesn’t get chosen by Elizabeth.

hopefully the finale will clear up the drawn out love triangle

The triangle was waaaaay drawn out. Be done and choose.

Nathan and Faith......would be great......

No matter who Elizabeth chooses I'm SOOOO READY to get this over with!

Kindness matters - no matter who she chooses. Isn't that why most of us watch the show

I am so over the love triangle and just want to know who Elizabeth picks.

Worried about the fandom more than anything

Elizabeth please pick Nathan

It's just a TV show and no matter what , it's there for our entertainment. I do think they're setting things up for the return of Abigail in some way.

The must be a Season 9!!!

I hope Fiona does not get involved with Mike.

Hopefully things get back to normal for Elizabeth and Rosemary

Interested to see the other storylines. I want Elizabeth to choose Nathan but I think JT will throw us off. From the promo pic, it looks like they will try to put Faith with Nathan.

- I just want Elizabeth to chose so that this storyline can come to an end and we can finally get to see her marriage and functioning has a wife. - Wonder what will become of Lucas once her choice is made. - I would like Lucas to have a proper storyline that doesn't involve Elizabeth or the love triangle. - I would love to see Rosemary and Lee finally become parents however that may happen. I feel like the writer just left them in limbo about it and keep teasing but never delivering on anything.

Hopefully will end with Nathan but the very last minute. I would prefer more romance before the finale

Elizabeth will have to decide on what’s important with school.

Jack might make an appearance in a dream scene?

So excited! I hope I don't wake up my kids while watching.

I hope they don’t pick Lucas

CLARA DISCOVERS SHE IS PREGNANT

Just excited for this to be over. I know we needed it and I think overall it was handled decent enough, but I'm glad to finally move on.

Why is everyone so scared?

The whole season has been about getting over your fear. Elizabeth doesn’t have to deal with her emotions or real life with Lucas because school is out for the summer and she is working on her book. She needs to make up with Rosemary and get over the loss of Jack and fear to be with Nathan.

this season has been totally not what I expected...I thought the hug at end of season 7 was definitive and we'd get at least some Nathan courtship, not a complete U-turn to Lucas (with hopefully a turn to Nathan at the very end). I now think Season 9 will be what I expected season 8 to be, and I am very much looking forward to that.

Something sudden will allow Elizabeth to bring her feelings to light for everyone...Nathan. I think she will have decided by the time she takes of the rings, but will not have the opportunity to share with the man until later. Until she faces the prospect of him being in danger again? Full circle from the end of S7.

I need Elizabeth to really apologize to Rosemary. Rosemary has always been there for Elizabeth.

I’m so afraid :(

Hated the triangle

I am so ready to finally move on from this triangle!

They put waaaay too many storyline in the last 2 episodes, they will never manage to conclude them all and we'll have another weird random cliffhanger which will not tie in with the Christmas episode (If we're getting one ?)

I hope the guy who loses, has a good life in later seasons

The annoying love triangle will finally end. Elizabeth/Nathan are endgame, unless Jack suddenly comes back from the dead. But, I doubt it. I hope Lee/Rosemary are pregnant, or decide to adopt children. I just want Lee/Rosemary to have children. Can't wait to see how this season ends. Hopefully, it won't be a cliffhanger.

Nervous as hell

Elizabeth and Nathan get married

i kinda hope someone dies tbh it would make everything more interesting

Elizabeth was so tiresome this season, they could have told her story of overcoming grief in a much more relatable way. Why did they not just have her talking to Rosemary about how sad or exhausted or numb or angry she feels all the time? You know, something a widow would actually go through. At the very least she could have been stoic, instead she was just kinda bitchy.

Faith and Nathan will have some sparks; Elizabeth will choose Lucas and they will kiss twice one being at bridge one being at her home inside with baby jack present.Carson will leave; Jessie will be found; Ned will come back safely.

Lucas endgame, Nathan and faith have sparks, Rosemary paper, Jessie and Clara make up.

I think Henry will take his own advice and leave to find Abigail to see if there is still any hope for them. Though I like his character, I want him to finally be happy, and if that means staying with Abigail, then that’s what it means. I don’t think TPTB will bring back Lori soooo.... that means Henry would be the one possibly leaving. I also think some scare will happen with Nathan between him and the Pinkertons. Then it may come full circle at the end where Elizabeth runs to him like she did last season, but instead of hugging him, she’ll kiss him instead.

Hallmark execs dictated ending and will cut salaries to bring back Abigail, hence Paul leaving.

My condolences to whichever guy gets to look forward to being bored by Elizabeth for the rest of his life. Are we sure Jack's death wasn't a suicide?

Ready to see how it ends and already looking forward to next season!

I will be really disappointed if she chooses Lucas but I’m afraid that’s where it’s headed. Either way I don’t understand how they’ll end in “the healthy place” they’ve said it will be with so much left for one episode.

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carryonmywaywardcaptain · 4 years

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Imagine...being a demon and hunting Dean down

CarryOnCap’s Masterlist Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: When Dean says he knows you better than anybody, you’re surprised to find out that you may have more of a history with the Winchesters than you can remember...

Warnings: very slight Season 15 *SPOILERS* for like a paragraph; mentions of “need to kill”; slight angst and open-ish ending, but implied TFW 2.0 win

A/N: Written for @wayward-mikaelson‘s #Daily Imagine Prompt and (unintentionally) for @winchester-reload‘s #Suptober20 day 4 prompt “Brand” (even though I’m working on my actual entry sketches!) Idk where this came from and it took a weird route. Also, there’s an unintentional...nod? paraphrasing maybe? of dialogue from CA: The Winter Soldier, so credit to the MCU writers for permanently snaking their way into my subconscious because my love for Steve and Bucky apparently knows no bounds.

“If it isn’t the notorious Dean Winchester,” you sneered. “As fun as this little game of cat and mouse has been, you Winchesters are really starting to piss me off.”

They’d been tailing you all across the country and you’d had enough. Sure, you were a demon, but it wasn’t like you set out to hurt anyone. As long as everyone else could mind their own business, you liked to think you were pretty easygoing.

…aside from a few bloody slip ups here and there but, hey, who was counting?

At least you weren’t one of those crossroad douches in the soul collecting business. You preferred to spend your time topside, having fun and wreaking a little havoc now and again. It had been going just fine until those plaid-wearing pests became obsessed with you. Eventually you’d decided to hunt them down for a change so you could finally get a little peace.

You hadn’t spotted the tall, sasquatch Hunter yet, but you’d caught the green eyed one by surprise and knocked him to his knees. Glaring down at him with a smirk, you kept a firm hold on the pressure point of his shoulder to make sure he stayed right where you wanted him.

“Did the cat catch your tongue? Because, with all of our showdowns lately, I was expecting a little more of that quick wit you always seem to have stowed away.”

If you were being honest, he was a pretty fine piece of ass and you wouldn’t mind going a round or two with him under different circumstances. Even with the dopey look of intensity on his face, laced with...something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Distress? Of course it would make sense for him to feel that way--you were a demon after all. Was there a hint of longing in the way he was staring at you? Maybe he couldn’t help thinking you were attractive despite what you were.

Who cares? You practically growled at yourself, chasing away something nagging in the back of your mind that told you there was more to his reaction. Pretending you didn’t actually care because you were incapable of such feelings anymore.

“D’you remember me?” he asked, eyes darting back and forth between yours.

Fuck, he was gorgeous. And it was really hard not to get caught up in his eyes. Why did that piss you off so much?

“Of course I do. You two meatheads have been on my ass everywhere across this godforsaken world,” you spat. “I know we’ve had a grand ol’ time and all, but listen up because I’m only going to say this once-- Leave. Me. Alone. If I catch you two on my tail again, I won’t be such a ray of fucking sunshine.”

He studied you for a long moment, seemingly unfazed by your threat.

“What do you remember about becoming a demon?”

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head at his question. “What does that have to do with anything? And why the hell would it matter to you?”

“Because it does. Now I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess you don’t remember a whole lot about what happened to you. That there’s some gaps you just can’t seem to fill in.”

“And let me guess--you just happen to have all the answers to that because you know me so well?”

“I do. I know you better than anybody.”

You weren’t sure what game he was trying to play or how he could possibly know how disconcerting it was that you couldn’t recall a damn thing before the last month or two. Your life as a human, your time in hell-- you didn’t have the slightest idea who you were or what had happened to you.

But there was no way you were going to listen to some Winchester--even if your gut told you he was telling the truth.

“I highly doubt that,” you retorted, seething with defiance.

“You know me--”

“No I don’t,” you snarled, unsure why his words were making you feel so unsettled.

“Your name is Y/N L/N. You’ve known me and Sammy your whole life. You--ngh--”

He flinched and groaned in pain when you tightened your grip, digging your thumb into the hollow area just below the crook of his neck and above his collarbone. With your other hand, you withdrew a large blade from the side holster you’d crafted yourself.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’ve had enough of the foreplay.”

Dean threw a sidelong glance at the weapon. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw and fixed his olive eyes on you again.

“I know you’ve been bouncing around looking for answers on that blade. Just like I know that underneath that jacket of yours you’ve got a mark on your arm. And I know from the small trail of bodies you’ve been leaving behind that you’re trying to fight that hunger you have to kill anything and everything around you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice quivered between your gritted teeth.

“It’s called the Mark of Cain. And that right there is the First Blade.” He nodded toward the weapon without a trace of deceit on his face. “I know the calm you feel when you’ve got the blade in your hand. And that power flowing through you? It scares the hell out of you.”

You grimaced, placing the antique blade against his throat as your chest began to heave from the growing rage pulsing through your veins. What gave him the right to pretend he knew a damn thing about you?

Maybe he was right. Maybe you could admit the power did scare you sometimes. You didn’t exactly give a shit about right and wrong, but the overwhelming urge to kill left you feeling out of control. It was why you were trying to uncover answers about the brand on your arm. Why you were fighting a losing battle with the trembling hand gripping the blade now-- you wanted answers and you needed him to keep talking.

“How do you know all of this?” you demanded.

He swallowed uncomfortably and the blade bobbed against his Adam’s apple. “It was Chuck--uh, God. You’re a Hunter, Y/N. You, me, Sam, Cas, Jack--we’re family. Chuck’s trying to end the world and we were working to stop him. On our last run-in with him...we thought he killed you. But it turns out he sent you to some other universe he’d created. In this world I had the Mark and, when I died, I became a demon. In the other world he tossed you into, we think that’s what happened to you. ‘Bout a month or two ago, somehow you found your way back to this world and we’ve been trying to track you down ever since.”

Furrowing your brow, your eyes fell away from him as glimpses of the events he’d described flashed through your mind. You squeezed your eyes closed, trying to latch onto fragments of the hazy memories emerging from the depths of your subconscious...

Dean screaming your name, face contorted with horror. A small man with graying hair and a wicked grin snapping his fingers. Your hand gripping someone’s forearm, just as his strong hand grasped yours. The deep red energy that flowed from his arm to yours, searing through your veins until the Mark bubbled to the surface of your skin--the scar that was always itching to let the darkest parts of you reign free.

“We can help, Y/N. Me and Sam can fix this.” Dean’s gruff voice was resolute as he briefly glanced away and begged you to consider his offer. “Just come with us and we can cure you.”

His words stirred something in your chest, making you realize he had triggered the faint prick of some long forgotten emotion. A small part of you longed to go with him, but it was miniscule and insignificant when you considered that “fixing this” might mean getting rid of the Mark.

Despite the fear and lack of control it brought you, you were unwilling to give up the power or the blade. It was an addiction you had no intention of overcoming.

“Maybe I don’t want to be cured. The way I see it? There’s nothing to fix. Time to say goodnight, Dean-O.”

You raised the blade but, before you could strike, something cinched around your wrist. When the power coursing through you became dull, you turned in surprise to see that Sam had secured your wrist in one end of the cuffs he held. He reached for the blade with his free hand and swiftly dodged you when you lunged at him after releasing your hold on Dean.

Snarling in rage, you again swung at Sam while he tried to wrestle the blade from your grasp. Dean suddenly collided with your back, circling his arms around you as he pinned your limbs to your sides. You thrashed your head and screamed as you tried to escape, but his cheek was pressed between your shoulder blades, tucked safely away from your efforts of fracturing his nose with the back of your skull.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he grunted, arms tense as he squeezed you tighter. “We’re gonna fix this. You’re okay, sweetheart.”

“Dean, I still...can’t...she’s too strong,” Sam grumbled.

You continued struggling while you gripped the blade with every bit of strength you had. As you fought the boys, you spotted a young man in a tan jacket walking toward you who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He looked vaguely familiar and you surged toward him out of instinct, knowing he was a greater threat than the men holding you.

His hair was side swept, with a few of the sandy colored strands grazing his forehead. His eyebrows were drawn together over soft eyes, brimming with an array of emotions. The boy raised his hand in greeting, smiling in relief as if he’d managed to find a long lost family member.

“Hello, Y/N... We’re going to help you. I promise. Sam and Dean will find a way to fix this.”

“Do it, Jack!”

“Any time now, kid.”

The boys shouted in unison and you paused for a fraction of a second as another series of memories flooded you. Before you could make sense of them, Jack reached out and pressed two fingers to your forehead.

Your knees buckled and your eyes fluttered closed as you slipped into unconsciousness.

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humble-althemist · 4 years

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The Hargrove-Mayfield House

I’ve been working on drafting this floorplan for ages, but now that I’ve got quarantine amounts of free-time I’ve come back to it with extra focus and determination to get this thing right, so here you go!

reference photos with explanation will be below the cut, because there are some weird-ass bits to this house that I feel need explanation/clarification/general screaming, and that in some case are very variable depending on what canon you want to go with.

anyway! with the front of the house down there at the bottom, and keeping in mind this house is on a corner lot (streets on both sides that have exterior doors), here ya go!

(also just a heads-up that the exact proportions of everything was difficult to figure off based on a lot of these photos, and this house very much resisted attempts to be sketched out on graph paper, so while this is as close as I could get it without losing my mind, it’s definitely got some little issues here and there still.)

OK! so starting from the front, we’re all familiar with the view from the street, the long, thin porch along the front. but did y’all know the front of the house isn’t as flat as the porch makes it seem?

this is supported by the inside of the house, where we have Billy’s room in that pushed-out bit, and the front door visible through his door, leading into a living room in the pushed-back bit. (if any of that makes sense.) not the best screenshot but you can at least kind of see the corner behind Billy’s door and how it’s clearly not level with the front door

now, I’m not gonna spend much time on Billy’s room because @gothyringwald has already done the work of the gods with that one (IN THREE PARTS, MY HERO), except to briefly say yes, there is a fireplace in here, it’s the back-end of a slightly bigger one in the front room. also, not that it’s at all important cause I won’t be using s3 screencaps for his room, but his room was very clearly not filmed in the same house for s3. the view out Billy’s door changes from the front door to a hallway from s2 to s3 (and there are no hallways in this house, as you’ll see), and the view out his front-facing window changes from porch to bushes. it drove me crazy the whole time so I just had to throw that out there.

anyway, for now I want to turn your attention towards Max’s room while we’re still in here because...

first of all, yes there is a door straight into Max’s room from Billy’s, and no, I have not included it on my layout. That’s because in the show they use a bookcase on both sides of the door to hide it, so you could canonically say that there is no door. to be fair, though, they use this inset shelf thing that looks like in actual fact it wouldn’t work if both of them had one. so, use the door if it suits you, use the bookshelves if they suit you. canon is putty in your hands.

also I wanna point out that in the very bottom right corner of this shot you can see the corner of some wall trim. that’s the edge of Billy’s closet. and yes, it does stick out from the wall like that. at a guess I’d say about half of that wall is closet, and half of it is pushed back by exactly the closet’s depth, giving us this corner look.

moving on to the view into Max’s room, we can see the tiny closet space that her room has. it doesn’t appear much wider than the door to it is wide, though it is deeper than it appears from this angle, probably by about a foot. we can also see her door to the living room from here.

moving into Max’s room...

in season 2 you can feel the camera operators doing their damn best to show as little of this room as possible because it’s so weird and got so many doors, but in s3 we do get a little bit of a better feel and the screenshots I got from there do seem consistent enough with real-estate photos and s2 that I’m like 99% sure they shot Max’s bedroom scenes in the same house as in s2.

so, firstly we have a shot of that inset bookcase I mentioned hiding the door to Billy’s room, and Max’s lil closet to the right. it takes a stupid about of staring at the bottom right corner, but you can just barely see the shadow of what must be the closet’s outer corner there.

panning left, we can see Max’s windows, prime for sneaking out to do nerd shit. in the show they put a lil firewood storage thing directly under her windows for extra sneaking out potential, but I can only put so many pictures in here before tumblr makes me split this thing into two posts so I’ll refrain from adding a cap of that.

note also that that’s Billy’s window closer to us, and Susan & Neil’s at the back of the house. Billy’s would seem ideal for climbing out of as well, but some asshole put his sound system and vanity right under that window so idk how he’d manage it if he did. I’d love to see the elaborate shifting-stuff-around/gymnastics that goes into Billy’s regular sneaking out, though, if anybody wants to get on that.

ok, back into Max’s room cause we’re not done with it yet. we’ve accounted for a door that may or may not be between hers and Billy’s room, one to a lil closet space, and the one into the living room, but this girl has two more fuckin doors in her room.

unfortunately these two doors are never photographed together, so I didn’t figure out that there are two on this last wall until literally this morning while editing this post, but hopefully I can take you along my thought process on why it has to be two different doors.

essentially the thought process is, (L) no wall at all between darkened/blocked-off door and corner, (R) at least a foot of flat wall to the left of door. going back to all of my screencaps with this knowledge makes a whole lot of stuff make more sense, but again I can’t put everything here. If there’s demand for more detailed screencaps and stuff maybe I’ll make a part 2, but for now I’m trying to be as succinct as possible. (lol)

so anyway, that door on the right clearly goes into the third bedroom of the house, because why the hell not have all the bedrooms connected, and that one Susan’s standing in front of in the screencap, I believe, leads to a bathroom. (to be clear, there are two doors in that screencap. one on the left that leads to the living room as mentioned before, and the one I’m talking about, behind her, which set designers have understandably tried to disguise as a closet.)

this is purely process of elimination, since the real estate photo I have of the bathroom does not show the door, does not have any windows, and doesn’t even remotely resemble the bathroom used in s3, but the only other bathroom space I was able to find in this house was off the dining room, which is definitely not big enough to hold a bath or shower. I may throw out all the reference photos of bathrooms I have if anyone is desperately curious, but for now in my head it’s just a general haze of ~a bathroom exists here~

anyway, from that right door let’s walk on into Neil and Susan’s tiny-ass bedroom.

this room is so comically small I’m amazed Billy didn’t get saddled with it, honestly, but if you want some headcanons about why he might not have, my go-to is that Neil /or Susan realized this bedroom was the best for any teen with a mind for mischief. while the windows are definitely not as ideal for climbing out of as Max and Billy’s are, if we take that door on the left we’re in the pantry (yes, the pantry. stay with me), and it’s a straight trip from there out the side door, and out to your smokin’ hot Camaro.

idk how sound that logic is, but it’s what I’ve got lol

But anyway, now we’ve reached the end of the house on one side, so I’m gonna take us back to the front living room and work our way back from there. here we’ve a quick glance at the other end of that fireplace, and another angle of how the front door and Billy’s door relate to each other:

the two parts of the living room are separated by this wide arch, and that further bit is where we see Billy’s weights and weight bench in s2. one could say that this is just normally where he keeps it, but my own personal hc is that they’re only there in s2 because the family just moved in, and that they later get moved to his room and the basement, leaving the living room more usable.

It’s hard to be 100% sure, but looking at these photos, particularly at the floor, I believe the second living room area is narrower (as shown in the floorplan sketch). It makes Max’s room make a little more sense size- and shape-wise, and it seems like all the pictures I have of this space confirm it.

anyway, the open door on the right of the second living room bit leads back into Max’s room, and through another arch we can see into the kitchen, and beyond that the dining room.

for some reason the only shots of the kitchen are taken from the back of the house looking forward, so try not to get dizzy as we spin around here.

as you can see we’re now pointed towards the living room, and on our left (towards the bedrooms) we see the doors to that pantry I mentioned earlier. I don’t have any photos of the inside of the pantry, alas. those would solve probably every question I have about the ground floor of this house. if you look closely they look like bi-fold doors to me, but they could just open inward.

we can also definitely tell that the wall on the left side of that arch is much shallower(?) than it is on the living room side, if that makes sense. essentially, these rooms on the left side of the house are getting narrower as they go on.

until the dining room! this room narrows a little on the right side, which you can see from exterior shots, but the pantry/bathroom weirdness in the middle of the house has definitely cleared out of the way to make room for dining here. we’ve also got two big-ass windows (comparatively), since going by the direction of the wood floors, the window on the left is not the same window as the one on the right.

and going by the existence of a window in that bathroom, we know this part of the house has three external-facing walls -- or however a professional would say that. (essentially, Susan and Neil’s bedroom can’t be overlapping the other side of the bathroom.)

we’ve been pretty low on storage space here so far, so that + the fact that the door in the corner looks nothing like a door to the outside + the fact that there’s a door to the outside literally on the other side of the room, gives me the conviction that this door is just into closet space. it could be a door to the basement, but we’ve seen the back of the house before and it doesn’t look like there’s enough space there for a whole other room full of staircase. observe:

not to mention Neil’s headlights are illuminating a perfectly good door to the basement right there, although idk shit about houses with basements. do they usually have two ways down if they’re built like this? I wouldn’t know, I live on a fault-line. we don’t do that shit here.

ANYWAY, that’s the house. somehow I feel like I’ve covered like way too much, and also not nearly enough, so do let me know if anything isn’t clear and I’ll try to fix it/do an additional post and link that. cause even if most of us are writing Billy living outside of Old Cherry Road/Cherry Lane at this point, this kind of shit is always handy to have around, at least imo?

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy hargrove reference #stranger things reference #fanfic reference

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dancing-the-hellfire-rumba · 4 years

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Seen ✓ - 2

Pairing: Sam x Fem!Reader Warnings: light anxiety Word Count: 2.2k Series Summary: On her way home, Y/n finds an abandoned, cracked phone on the sidewalk. Anxious about the well-being of its owner, she picks it up and texts the first contact she finds; Sam. A/N: Chapter 2! Our pals are kicking it off already. Can you smell the chemistry? The rOMANCE? LESSGO

Pictures used in this chapter were found on google images :)

Beta: no one.

Catch up! : Part 1 Masterlist

Chapter 2: overthinker.

From: y/n_andrews85 To: D_impala67 Subject: I have your phone. That sounds creepy. I don’t think there’s a non-creepy way of writing this. Whatever.

Dear Dean, is it?

I just wanted to let you know I found your phone at the bus stop the other night. I wasn’t planning on holding on to it, really, but I got worried that you may have been in trouble, and then you never really looked for it either so, I don’t know, I figured better than someone who’ll snatch it and leave, you know?

Anyways, that’s why I’m emailing. I snooped through it a little, sorry, hopefully you’ll understand it was kinda necessary? Maybe we can arrange something so I can get it back to you. This girl, Jamie, keeps sending me (well you technically) topless photos of her. It’s not really what lights my candle. I’m assuming you’d like it back too.

I hope you’re safe. Looking forward to hearing back from you!

Y/n Andrews

Do you believe me now?

oh god

you didn’t

Sure did

wow. just wow.

you just handed his ass back to him holy shit!

last time he called, he said he dropped his phone while walking back to his motel, so

he’s okay.

That’s good, I’m glad he’s safe.

I was planning on including something along the lines of “This would’ve been easier if you were an active member of the 21st century and used social media”

But I figured the Jamie thing was motive enough?

yeah. topless Jamie? that’s something else.

Don’t be getting any ideas, dude, I don’t do nudes lmao.

oh god, no i didn’t think that

you did not just type lmao though. how old are you again?

oh god, you’re not 14 or something right? i don’t know what that would make me.

Don’t worry about it, I turned 16 last week.

…

are you serious?

Lmao, no, I’m kidding. I’m twenty-two.

But I think the word you’re looking for is a creep. Oh, and an ageist.

ouch.

Haha, I’m joking.

Lighten up, what are you, ninety?

hi pot meet kettle.

Shit I walked right into that one.

also i’d like to think i don’t text like a ninety-year-old man. could be wrong though

to answer your question i’m twenty-four.

Twenty-four huh? I assume you’re done with college, no?

Or- wait, I guess not everyone goes to college.

Yes, this is me fishing for information.

well… i kinda dropped out.

decided to go on a road trip with my brother.

things went a little south I ended up continuing the family business.

Damn, college drop-out ey? Where from?

Also, Family business? What do you do?

Is this too interview-y? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to snoop.

you’re good.

stanford. pre-law.

and my brother and i are private investigators. that’s why he’s not in Kansas with me. he’s working a case.

Daaaaamn. Stanford AND a lawyer? And now working as a PI? You’re pretty smart, then.

an ageist and a generalist? i didn’t take you for such y/n.

Fuck, okay, you sound like a lawyer too.

hahahah

so what about you?

What about me?

are you in college?

Oh yeah! Film school. My dream has always been to be a director. It’s rare to find someone who loves movies more than I do.

that’s really cool.

hey i’ve been meaning to ask.

Thinking of me, Sam?

…

Do tell.

how come you were walking home through a park in the middle of the night the other day?

Ooh, I was coming back from work.

I’m a bartender and I had a late shift on Friday.

oh I see. That makes sense yeah.

I’m sorry to cut this conversation short, but I’m legitimately three seconds away from falling asleep. I’m gonna hit the hay.

See you later, Sam :)

See you, y/n :)

A smile creeps on Y/n’s features at the thought of more conversations with Sam. He has given her something to look forward to, something to make her a little more excited during her boring every-day life. As she tucks herself in under her covers, eyelids heavy enough to droop involuntarily, the last thing she thinks of is him, the clever, sassy, twenty-four year old college dropout on the other side of the cracked phone screen. The overwhelming urge to get to know him overtakes her as she succumbs to sleep

Do you believe in ghosts?

that’s… random.

May be

why do you ask?

Idk, just wanna get to know you better.

that’s what you ask people you want to get to know better?

Yes?

Are you avoiding the question?

i do. believe in ghosts.

You?

So do i.

Well, sorta. I guess I believe in souls more than anything.

hm?

Well… I guess I hope (more than believe) that we are more than our corporeal selves.

In the sense that, it’s comforting to me that when we die, and our bodies stop working, we don’t evaporate.

I guess.

yeah I understand.

i don’t know. i guess i wanna believe in science more than anything but i know better.

How do you mean?

call it a hunch.

Oh c’mon, it’s gotta be more than that.

Sam…?

Y/n huffs out a breath, gnawing at her lip. She hopes her anxiety isn’t right, that Sam isn’t sick of her silly questions and existential dread, and is actually doing something. Perhaps his battery ran out.

...Sure.

She was doing something too, before she decided to text him. Eyes falling on all her books and notes, spread around her like ugly, depressing, anxiety-inducing flower petals. There’s a blanket over her legs, chilly fall weather seeping through her bones, and there’s a half empty pizza box in front of her. She’s full and the left overs are kept for her sister, Emily, who’s currently locked up in her room.

Damn it. Y/n is stressed and tired, and now her distraction is refusing to reply. This sucks. She hates the crawling, awful, gooey feeling of cold anxiety gripping every beat of her heart and stupidly convincing her he’s purposefully ghosting her, because he doesn’t like her.

Not knowing what to occupy herself with, she heads to take a shower. In the back of her head, she knows that she’ll probably not study any longer, so she takes it upon herself to sink under the hot water and wash thoroughly, trying to get her mind off Dean’s phone. When her feet step out of the shower and she has towel-dried herself as best as she can, she tosses her wet hair in a haphazard bun, and gets dressed.

Books stack under the rickety, stained coffee table, and she grabs her sketchbook, her favorite pencil, as well as her and Dean’s phone. She shoots Connor a text, arranging a hang out of some kind, and opens her little booklet, when a text vibrates Dean’s phone.

hey i’m sorry i got caught up in something.

It’s alright.

She doesn’t press the ghost subject, because he doesn’t seem into it and she really doesn’t wanna make him dislike her any more than he possibly already does.

The empty page of her sketchbook daunts her. With a tight grip on her mechanical pencil, she urges her creativity pumps to use some gasoline, but they seem limp and dead, and once more unwilling to help her. As her eyes fall on Dean’s phone, like a light bulb out of a cartoon, she gets an idea.

Hey, this might sound creepy, but what do you look like?

She stares at the phone. This feels like a risky question. God, if he wasn’t done with her before, he certainly must be now. But then, he surprises her.

why do you wanna know?

I’m in the mood to sketch some, and my creativity has officially left the building.

Care to help a girl out? Maybe your literary descriptions will spark something in me lmao.

i didn’t know you sketched.

Yeah, sometimes. Nothing great though, I promise. I’m certainly no Picasso.

i mean you don’t have to be picasso to sketch well. and you don’t have to sketch well to sketch at all.

Yeah, may be.

I don’t wanna pressure you into anything, you really don’t have to humor me.

If you do feel like it though, don’t send me a picture. Kinda wanna spark some life into my brain cells.

haha i will. only if you show me the finished product tho.

You’ve got yourself a deal :)

She simply cannot believe he has just agreed to this. Her breath is caught in her throat.

so.

what do you want me to start with?

Just whatever. Idk, tell me about your face.

well

i have brown curly-ish hair that reaches my ears. uh, my eyes are hazel.

Okay, that’s a start.

What’s your nose like?

it’s a bit pointy. thin i think?

Jawline?

sharp? i guess?

this is by far the weirdest thing i’ve done.

Lmao, yeah, this is pretty weird.

Exciting though.

She shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, that is definitely overeager.

yeah it is.

Her stomach feels floaty at his response.

Eyebrows?

normal?

How do you classify “normal” eyebrows, exactly?

i don’t know? they’re simple i guess.

Are you implying complicated eyebrows exist out there?

…

Elaborate, Sam. Are you shy? Do you not have eyebrows? Are they bushy? Or too thin? Or pointy?

i’m telling you they’re average.

Sam

what

You officially suck at this.

oh fuck off how would you describe yours?

Y/n proceeds to write a cohesive sentence that includes adjectives apart from “normal” and “average”. Words like bushy, thin, arched and curvy.

well shit yeah i guess i do suck at this.

i think it’s not a skill i mind not having.

That… is a confusing sentence.

just… draw them however. what difference can eyebrows make?

Oh you have no idea.

Okay, last thing.

Do you have a fringe?

yeah but not for long. i’ll probably let it grow out.

Okay, I can do something with that. Thanks :)

no problem

Her creativity is finally servicing her according to her commands, and Y/n puts pen to paper and scribbles messily. Line after line, they curl and sit on the page, forming a smile with thin lips, a sharp jaw, a pointy nose. She has to guess the eyebrows a bit, and the eyes are more cartoonish and generic than she likes. In the end, she gets anxious at the prospect of having to show him, and gives him a hood, so she won’t fuck up the hair.

Okay, I’m done.

that was quick, actually.

Well I didn’t have much to go on.

Sam doesn’t reply. She worries he might have misinterpreted her teasing tone.

Gimme a sec, I’ll send it over.

Ugh, Dean’s camera is such shit. Do you mind if I send it from my phone?

no go ahead.

[Y/n has sent a picture]

As you said, it didn’t take long. It’s really not the best.

that…

is actually not too far from the truth

it kind of looks like me from two years ago

wow, really?

yeah.

and it’s honestly a pretty good sketch. good job.

Thank you :)

Sam doesn’t say anything after this, and she huffs. Her head falls back on the couch, and she stares at the ceiling. She should go to bed soon, it’s getting late.

isn’t this strange?

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit, she thinks. He’s regretting this. He doesn’t like her. He’ll stop talking to her and that’ll be it.

Why does she care so much? It’s a thought that passes through her mind. It hasn’t been long since they started talking and, after the near-kidnapping encounter, they’ve been having nearly daily conversations, but that still doesn’t mean much. She knows barely anything about him.

She guesses, she wants to get to know him better. He seems like the type of guy she’d enjoy hanging out with and she has so far. Stopping any kind of conversation would surely feel like a loss. She’d have to go back to her boring routine. This is the most exciting thing she has allowed herself to do in years.

A part of her feels rather lame for finding such a thrill at something so trivial. She’s talking to a stranger, and that’s all it is, but the prospect that he could be anyone at all, and she’s never even seen his face… well… It feels refreshing, new. Scary in an adrenaline-rush kind of way.

What is?

us. texting.

isn’t it a little odd?

I guess it is a bit.

I mean we’ve only known each other for, what, a week? And a half?

yeah.

should we stop?

I don’t know

Do you want to?

The extra moment his reply takes to arrive makes her want to vomit.

Then there’s your answer.

okay then

can I save you in my contacts?

Sure, go ahead.

I just did too.

alright.

Okay :)

I’m sorry, I have to go.

I guess I’ll text you later, Sam.

Go be whoever Sam Something is.

it’s winchester.

Like the shotgun?

yup.

That’s BADASS. Can you even get more badass than this? Pre-law, now a PI, and you’re named after a shotgun? Damn dude.

Well, it’s nice to meet you Sam. I’m Y/n Andrews.

Haha thanks.

nice to meet you, too

goodnight Y/n Andrews.

Night Sam Winchester :)

--- Part 3

A/N: Thoughts? How are you liking the newer version of this? right after I post it, I’m gonna delete the other one.

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❝ i would rather die of passion than boredom ❞

huh, who’s DARREN BARNET? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually TEDDY LUPIN. he is a THIRTY ONE year old HALFBLOOD wizard who is a HIT WIZARD. he is known for being ABSENTMINDED, GULLIBLE, IMPATIENT, IMPRUDENT, and IMPETUOUS but also STEADFAST, AFFABLE, NURTURING, UNINHIBITED, and JAUNTY, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song WHAT I GOT BY SUBLIME and ASH TRAY FULL OF DISCARDED CIGARETTE BUDS, COLORFUL HAWAIIAN SHIRTS AND LEATHER JACKETS, MAGICAL TATTOOS THAT SHIFT AND CHANGE, TOUSLED HAIR THAT CHANGES COLOR DAILY, BOISTEROUS LAUGHTER, BRUISED KNUCKLES, MISMATCHED SOCKS, WIDE RECKLESS GRINS, and SCARS WITH UNTOLD STORIES. i hear he is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on him.

unless you are part of potterhq pls don’t reblog/interact

GENERAL

FULL NAME: Edward Remus Lupin NICKNAME(S): Teddy, Ted AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 31, 04/14/1998 OCCUPATION: Hitwizard GENDER: Cis Man PRONOUNS: He/Him/His HOMETOWN: Yorkshire, England CURRENT RESIDENCE: Edinbrugh, Scotland ALMA MATTER: Hogwarts, Hufflepuff House BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood

BIOGRAPHY

i’ll write something formal soon. but have some of my scattered af thoughts so far:

PARENTAL DEATH TW. first thing’s first - since this is a lil canon divergent there comes the question: are remus and tonks alive? yes and no. nymphadora tonks is still alive and well, even still working as an auror and living their best life (unless someone takes tonks up and changes it, get spicy if you want). remus on the other hand is not. after a life filled with adversity and trials, but very much love, remus john lupin passed away at the age of 43 - shockingly early for a wizard, though werewolf life expectancy was a lot shorter back then. teddy was only 5 years old. he doesn’t remember a lot about his father. he remembers his scratchy old sweaters, his jackets with elbow patches on them, and his scarred up face that didn’t seem so scary whenever he smiled widely at him. everything else that teddy knows about remus is from family and friends and his mother, who like to tell him everything he wants to know. it’s almost like he knew him for more than a handful of years.

DEATH TW. yes, harry was teddy’s godfather - and considering remus didn’t make it for long, he was kind of like a father figure to him. but teddy wasn’t exactly raised by harry. tonks was still around, so he had a parent, but he also had his grandmother andromeda and grandfather ted (after whom he’s named) to help with raising him. and he was basically adopted into the “wotter” fold, so he has more relatives and parental figures than a boy could ask for. but outside of his immediate family, he was rather close to his godfather harry - and hasn’t really coped with the fact that he’s gone. feeling a brotherly love for the potter children, teddy chose to be brave in the face of loss in order to be a reliable shoulder for them to lean on, someone strong for them. deep down he’s utterly broken up about it, and is probably going to break down eventually. that’s two dads he’s lost in his short life. someone give him juice and a hug.

before this most recent tragedy, teddy was a pretty chipper guy. he’d always been an optimist and a happy go lucky kid. his youth was spent running around the burrow with his extended family/friends and on adventures with his mum. tonks wanted him to be a happy kid, especially after remus was gone, and so the two spent a lot of time just going around and having fun. they’re thick as thieves, and when it had come time to go to hogwarts the only qualms he had was in leaving his mother. he had been attached to her hip, but he found himself comfortable in due time. following in tonks’s footsteps he ended up a hufflepuff, though he could have been a gryffindor. he could be boisterous and rowdy when he wanted to be, but above all else he was a kind and just boy, caring and loyal to a fault. he’s always been a wee bit of a nurturer, though that may have to do with being raised around the large wotter clan, of which he is eldest so he took a lot of pride in watching after the little ones. but that responsibility didn’t keep him from being a fun and mischief loving boy.

as soon as he left hogwarts, he entered into the auror training program with hopes to work beside his mother. he actually graduated from that and would have continued that path but eventually he found himself more interested in the hit wizard division and took up a post there. he’s been working as a hit wizard since, going on some pretty wild missions to track down dark wizards. he loves the job, even with its risks and hazards, and deep down he hopes that his father would be proud of his line of work.

per the expectation of many, teddy dated his childhood and family friend victoire weasley. as far as first romances/young love goes, it was pretty great. they’d known each other their whole lives, which meant that there wasn’t as much awkwardness or discomfort in being himself around her, none of that “getting to know you” stage. they already knew each other, what was there to be embarrassed about? the pair had dated a decent amount of time... that was until the decision for victoire’s healing training came up. when talk of training in france came along, teddy was faced with a somewhat difficult decision: support her growth even if it meant going far away for a bit or try and convince her to stay. he’s never been a selfish guy, so the answer had come pretty quickly. and france wasn’t that far - not when apparition and portkeys were a thing. surely they could make it work... except they didn’t. communication was not their speciality it turned out, so when teddy eagerly encouraged her to go train abroad their relationship crumbled. to this day he doesn’t really understand why. outwardly he acts pretty cool and indifferent, almost as if it doesn’t phase him, and enough time has passed where he’s basically accepted it as over, but deep down he questions what the hell happened there and what things would have been like now if he hadn’t been so passive about his desire to make it work out. he tries not to dwell on that, though - things happen and he kinda goes with the flow when they do.

when it comes to conflict and war, there was really only one side for teddy to take. of course he went with the order - what else was he going to do? his parents were in the order. his family was in the order. when it came down to it, he knew that he had to join their ranks and fight for their cause. it wasn’t even a question, and he doesn’t regret the choice to take up arms. as a hitwizard it’s his job to apprehend dark wizards and stop them from harming the community, so he was pretty much already doing as much. he won’t hesitate to do what’s expected and to fight. this is the kind of thing his father fought for, and that his godfather would stand up and fight for. teddy feels that, per their memory, it’s his duty to do so - especially as more of his friends and family join the fight as well. he feels a deep obligation to be there to protect them and fight beside them. the last thing he wants is to lose anyone else, and he would willingly throw himself in front of them if it meant saving their lives. and if it came down to it, he’s ready to put his life on the line for the entire cause. anything to see a better tomorrow.

idk my thoughts are so scattered like i’ll be editing the shit outta this over the next few days so tune in.

MISC

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic LANGUAGES: English, Gobbledegook FAMILY: Nymphadora Tonks (mother), Remus John Lupin (father) †, Andromeda Tonks (maternal grandmother), Ted Tonks (maternal grandfather), Lyall Lupin (paternal grandfather) †, Hope Lupin (maternal grandmother) †, Harry Potter (godfather) †, many many others PETS: a toller named Lenox FACE CLAIM: Darren Barnet ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aries MBTI: TBD PINTEREST: (x)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

hogwarts gang ok

work friends? where the hitwizards at??

idk come at me with whatever.

bonus:

tattoo details:

"je t’aime” written in handwriting that is mostly certainly not teddy’s. he won’t elaborate on this one. it is slowly fading away as the years go by.

lilies which is a clear representation of lily luna potter, whom he considers to be like a sibling. the lilies wilt and bloom with the seasons. he definitely has tattoos for each of the wotters which he has adopted as siblings/cousins, i’m just too damn lazy to come up with them / idk they’re probably in places not visible in this drawing afheiahpfiea

a lightning bolt which is new, it shimmers and shines and represents the man who was like a father for him. a snitch to represent his quidditch days. the snitch flies along his arm.

a wolf which roams his arm and howls whenever its the full moon. there is a hand which is always giving a peace sign, but when teddy is angry a neon yellow outline reveals a hand flashing the middle finger.

marauder’s footprints which sometimes walk along his arm. beneath each set of footprints are initials: JP for James Potter, SB for Sirius Black and RJL for Remus John Lupin.

the andromeda constellation with stars that shimmer and shine during the night time. a match, possibly the only truly aesthetic one. idk i saw it and liked it ahfeiahfpe

some random teddy sketches

#potterintro

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jeong-uwu · 4 years

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Sunflowers ~ Lee Jeno

Genre: Fluff, maybe??? Fem!reader x Tatto artist!Jeno

Word count: 1,2k

Warnings: Mentions of cheating (idk if that counts as a warning tho), none

a/n - I’m so so so sorry for a late and possibly kinda bad update, school has been killing me, even though it’s like three weeks since the second semester started. Also, this is like one of my first long fics (It’s not even that long tho, lol), so I really hope it at least turned out decent! I’m sorry for the shitty end, heheh<33

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The doorbell to the little flower-shop rang, letting you know that a customer had arrived. Looking up you were met with the nervous eyes of none other than Jeno, the tattoo artist that had just started working at the parlour across the street.

“Oh, Jeno! What brings you here on this fine autumn day?”

He looked up, obviously startled by your voice. He fumbled with the sleeves of his hoodie and cleared his voice, ears tinted red.

“I was wondering if you could help me pick out some flowers for my girlfriend?“

“Of course, what’s the occasion?”

“We’re, uh, celebrating our one year anniversary.”

You found his nervousness sweet, and in all honestly you understood why he was nervous. Although you were single it was easy to see how much this meant to him.

“Okay then, champ. What does she like?”

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The selection of flowers ended up taking quite some time. Jeno was meticulous and payed a lot of attention to the details of the arrangements. In the end you settled for a bouquet of red roses with lilies as fillers. Simple and elegant.

You had to admit that you were enjoying his company, and this flower-choosing session had really allowed you to get to know more about him.

He had thanked you profoundly and left with a promise to update you on how the date went the next day.

As he was headed towards the door he paused, and his eyes lit up as he turned around, facing you.

“Oh, I almost forgot to ask you, What’s your favourite flower?” His eyes glinted mischeviously

You gave him a small smile.

“Sunflowers.”

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You had grown quite close to the quiet tattoo artist across the street. Countless hours had been spent laying on the floor of his studio, listening to the calming sound of his pencil as he sketched up new ideas for tattoos while you did some research on your new hobbies. In the evening you’d sometimes hang out on the rooftop of your apartment complex, watching the stars

You came to adore his small quirks, like how he’d always put way too much sugar in his coffee, or the way he’d give you small drawings of sunflowers to cheer you up when you were down. Come to think of it, you had slowly come to adore him.

That’s how you ended up here, a couple of months later. You had been in the kitchen, preparing a late night snack, when someone knocked on the door to your apartment.

You instantly knew who it was, as a familiar voice quietly called your name from the other side of the door.

When you finally got to the door, the sight that met you made you gasp. Jeno’s eyes were red and swollen, obviously from crying, and his hair and clothes were a mess.

You quickly ushered him into your small apartment, directing him towards the livingroom while you went to te kitchen to make him some hot chocolate.

Entering the livingroom again, you made sure that he was covered in blankets and comfortable before sitting down beside him on the couch.

“What happened?” Your voice was soft as you leaned into his side, providing as much comfort as you could.

You felt his body tremble as he let out a shaky sigh.

“She...” he paused, collecting himself, and stopping more tears from entering his vision.

“She cheated on me. My girlfriend cheated on me.” His strong façade crumbled right in front of you as tears filled his eyes and he sunk into your shoulder.

“Am I not good enough for her?” His voice was small when he asked. It made your heart ache.

You wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.

“Don’t you ever think that, okay? You are so kind and clever, and funny. It’s her flaws and insecurities, her fault, not you. Never you”

You cupped his face, drying his tears. It broke you to see him like this. You had silently watched him being treated bad for the last month, beating yourself up and not knowing what to do. Deep down you were just glad that it was over. Jeno deserved so much better.

You embraced him, letting him cry on your shoulder, as you rocked him back and forth, planting a soft kiss on his head.

You stayed like this for the rest of the night. Holding your first love, and with each of his sobs you felt your heart break a little more.

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It had been three years since the night Jeno came crying on your doorstep, and your friendship with him had only grown closer.

It was not unusual to find him in your flower-shop, helping out when he had time, or in your apartment at the strangest times. That’s why you weren’t suprised when you woke up to the sound of someone rummaging through your cupboards in the kitchen.

You jumped out of your bed and walked out of your room, not bothering to change out of your pajamas.

Entering the kitchen you found Jeno preparing breakfast for you by the stove. He looked up at you, cheeks tinting red when he noticed your bare legs.

“You’re here early.” Your hands found their way around his waist as you watched him prepare the eggs.

“Ah, yeah, I figured that I should thank you.” He eased into your embrace.

“Thank me?”

“Yes, just for everything you’ve done for me. I’d be lost without you.” He turned his head to catch your gaze, and squeezed one of your hands.

You smiled in return, pink dusting over your features.

“Need any help?” You picked up a spatula, prepared to help.

He laughed and shoved you away.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be treating you, not the other way around!”

You playfully rolled your eyes as he shoved you in the direction of the livingroom.

Dropping down on the couch you couldn’t help but smile at the boquet of flowers Jeno had left on the table. Sunflowers, your favourite.

When you got closer to the table, you noticed a small card tucked in between the flowers.

Picking it up you couldn’t help but admire the intricate drawings. It was obvious that Jeno had put a lot of time in to making the card.

When you opened the card Jeno’s elegant handwriting filled the page.

Y/n, you mean the world to me. Will you be my girlfriend?

You were at a loss for wors, unable to believe that this was happening.

You heard said boy clear his throat.

“So... What do you say?” He sounded so vulnerable, so different from the confident and cheery boy he usually was.

Turning around with a big smile you immediatedly threw yourself at the boy behind you, causing him to loose his balance and the both of you falling onto the couch.

You pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek that was now the attractive colour of a fire engine.

“Love, I’d feel honoured to be your girlfriend.”

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something there || mark imagine

A/N: I actually had some things drafted up previously but I felt really inspired to write this. Also may have been watching Beauty and the Beast before writing this idk ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

“Hi love! I know you said you’ve been writing a lot of Mark imagines but is it okay if I request a fluffy prince Mark imagine? I just really miss and love Mark and your stories are so sweet and adorable! You can make it however you’d like! I’m just a sucker for prince Mark! Thank you! 🥰”

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Prince Mark always dreamed about life outside of the palace gates.

He would sit at his balcony after a long day, sketching parts of what he could see pass the gates along the setting sky. With each sketch, he’d imagine up the stories of the possible people living in the little boxes across the distance. A family in that house could be bringing home a new baby. A man in the house right next to it maybe would scold kids for picking fruits from his tree. A boy and a girl walking along the main path could be falling in love without even knowing it.

Love. Prince Mark knew of the familiar kind of love for the people closest to him, but he always wondered what it felt like to be in love. The closest feeling was probably some childhood crush on princesses from faraway lands, but they weren’t significant. Was love really like in all of the fairytales his caretaker would tell him before bedtime? Was it possible for him to just lock eyes with someone and for everything to feel like it was falling into place?

All Prince Mark knew was the palace. Though he was never lonely, with his siblings and his guards, who he sees as his (only) friends, keeping him company, the palace was beginning to feel suffocating. What was the outside world really like to the common people? Prince Mark feared he would never know, for the next day the palace would be holding a banquet where he would have to choose his bride. After tomorrow night, his dream of discovering love and the outside world would remain at that—just a dream.

Which was why Prince Mark was currently wearing one of the servant’s commoner clothes.

“Your Majesty, are you sure about this?” Jackson asked hesitantly as he led the prince down a secret passageway. “If His Royal Highness finds out about your little adventure...”

“He won’t,” Prince Mark interrupted with certainty. “We’ve got it all planned out. Jaebum and Jinyoung are guarding my room so that no one comes in because I’m ‘sick and just need to be left alone for the day to rest.’ Youngjae is making sure Bambam and Yugyeom are keeping my parents entertained.”

“If I knew they’d be better off as court jesters, I wouldn’t have let them into the royal guard,” Jackson joked.

Prince Mark smiled at his friend in the darkness as they continued to walk. “And I have my best man always ten feet away just in case things go awry. But don’t worry, it most likely will not be necessary. Need I remind you that you aren’t the only one who knows his way around a sword?”

“Not necessary, Your Majesty, you seem to remind me at every chance you get.” Jackson stopped in front of a giant wooden door with a heavy lock. They had been walking through the dark for over twenty minutes. Jackson reached into his robes and pulled out a key. “From this point on, you are not a prince, you are one of your people. Please don’t do anything rash, Your Majesty.”

Prince Mark chuckled at the guard’s worry. “It’s okay Jackson, if I get in trouble, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. You shouldn’t take the heat for my recklessness.”

Though it was dark, Prince Mark could see Jackson’s lips form a thin line as he unlocked the door. “I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you. It’s my job. No one knows what the prince looks like so don’t expect them to give you any special treatment. If something were to happen to you on my watch...” Jackson didn’t finish, but he didn’t need to.

“Nothing will,” Prince Mark assured him. “Wouldn’t want to ruin my last and only day of freedom.” After Jackson got the door open, they found themselves in a forest.

“Watch your step, you might step into a—”

“Trap,” Prince Mark finished as they wove carefully through the trees. “I remember the stories.” As they continued walking, Prince Mark caught the most wonderful smell. Cinnamon? He followed the scent, excited by the prospect of what was to come. The two men ended up behind—

“This is the blacksmith’s shop,” Jackson explained. “I’ll be following you behind inconspicuously but we’ll reconvene back here after an hour. Remember Your Majesty—”

“Don’t do anything stupid, I know.” Prince Mark grinned at Jackson. “Thank you, friend.” Taking a deep breath, Prince Mark walked down the alleyway next to the blacksmith’s. You are not a prince, you are one of your people.

As he emerged from the alleyway, Prince Mark felt like he was seeing color for the first time.

He saw children laughing and chasing a pig across the way. Older women gossiped as they gathered water from the nearby well. Men in front of a shop boasted to one another about the game they’ve killed. The air was cloaked with the smell of...poop?

“Out of the way, boy! I’ve got a load of manure to transport!” He was met with a red-faced man huffing as he pulled along a heavy wheelbarrow of manure. Prince Mark stood frozen in the middle of the busy street. “Don’t just stand there, you’re in everyone’s way!”

Prince Mark could only let out a dazed “sorry” as he moved out of the way. It seemed that if he was going to blend in with his people he would have to keep up with their pace. He followed the flow of bodies gathering around the village square. Some street performers were acting out a play. Prince Mark laughed and cheered with the audience at the performers’ wild antics, he had never felt so alive. He made a mental note to somehow get his servants to hire them to perform at the palace sometime. He swore one of them had made an appearance at a palace banquet before. The crowd applauded as the play came to an end.

“Thank you, thank you, don’t forget to donate whatever you can so we can continue to do these little shows!” One of the performers announced as another held out his cap to the audience for collections.

Prince Mark walked up to the performer who spoke. “Very good job! That was the hardest I’ve laughed in a while.”

“Thank you...” The performer’s eyes narrowed as he turned to look at Prince Mark. “...Sir. Say, you look very familiar, have we met before?”

Prince Mark pulled down the straw hat he was wearing lower to hide his face. “You must be mistaken, sir, I rarely leave my house. I might just have one of those faces. Now if you excuse me, I must get to the...” His eyes wandered to the nearest building. “Bakery. Good job again!”

He left the confused performer in his spot, realizing the source of the cinnamon scent from earlier as he walked closer to the bakery. The scent seemed to smack him in the face as he walked in and he was engulfed in the bakery’s comforting warmth. Prince Mark was instantly captivated by the beautifully bright and colorful cakes and pastries displayed on the shelves. Like the few customers standing around, he looked at the shelves, silently deciding what he would treat himself to. A momento of today.

And then he spotted you.

His eyes had scanned over a shelf of breads when they landed on you, coming out of what seemed to be the kitchen. Your hair was up in a braided crown, similar to the designs on some of the bread he saw. He was mesmerized as you wiped the dusts of flour from your face with one hand and put down a fresh pan of cookies with the other.

In his head, the prince swore you were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on.

“What can I get for you, sir?” You beamed at him as you wiped your hands clean on your apron. Prince Mark hadn’t realized he’d walked up to the counter as he stared at you. Even your voice was beautiful, as clear and as bright as the promising day itself.

He had given countless speeches and attended meetings with many older rulers from neighboring kingdoms in his father’s stead before (part of his education as the heir to the throne) but this was the first time the young prince could remember feeling tongue-tied.

“A sweet roll and a coffee, please.” It has almost come out as a whisper. Prince Mark cleared his throat. “And maybe one of those cookies.”

As your smile grew wider, the prince began to feel a swelling sensation in his chest. “Coming right up!” You scribbled down his order before turning to the next customer behind him. “And for you, ma’am?”

Though you were incredibly busy with the new customers that had come in, some of them snippier with how fast they wanted their order than need be, not once did your radiant smile leave your face. You handled every order with grace. Time seemed to stand still as Prince Mark watched you move skillfully like a dancer to and from the kitchen past other workers holding hot trays.

“The baguettes! Hurry up!” A voice called from the kitchen, and for once your smile faltered a little. “Can’t you move any faster?!”

You looked at the current customer you were with apologetically before rushing back to the kitchen. “Coming!”

He didn’t even know your name, but Prince Mark’s heart ached from seeing your slight (blink and you’ll miss it) crestfallen expression.

“Here you go, sir. Sweet roll, coffee, and a cookie.” You has reappeared before him with his items in hand. Prince Mark glanced at the counter behind you and noticed the fresh tray of baguettes you had taken out. You looked slightly frazzled from the short trip to the kitchen, but still made the effort to keep a smile on your face. “Be careful with the coffee though, it’s still a little bit—”

“Hot!” Startled by the heat radiating from the cup, Prince Mark let it slip throw his fingers when you handed it to him. The busied chatter in the bakery was instantly hushed by the cup shattering on the floor.

“Hey, what was that out there?!”

“N-nothing! I’ll clean it up!” Prince Mark looked up to see the your smile completely replaced with a worried expression. You wipe up the mess as one of the other workers swept up the broken pieces. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll get you a new coffee right away.”

The prince grabbed your arm before you could go back to the kitchen. “Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.”

You put your head down in shame. “Let me give you your money back then.”

“It’s okay,” he repeated, giving you an understanding smile, willing yours to reappear once more. Before you could say anything, Prince Mark heard a familiar cough behind him. He glanced behind him to see Jackson standing near the doorway, pretending to look at some cakes. The prince hadn’t realized that his hour of freedom was almost over. “Thank you for the food, have a nice day!”

As he left the bakery (and with how busy it had gotten, it took him a bit to get out of there,) he noticed you standing out on the side of building with an older man. He was big, horizontally and vertically, and was in the middle of whispering angrily at you. Prince Mark couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it was clearly distressing you. Your back was against the building and your head hung down shamefully like it did earlier. He had the urge to intervene after noticing you wipe away some tears when he felt someone brush passed him.

“Keep moving,” Jackson ordered. Looking at your situation sadly, the prince left, the regret of not seeing you off with a smile weighing down his footsteps.

“Jackson,” Prince Mark said gleefully as they made their way back through the forest. “Who was that?”

“I take it you had fun on your excursion, Your Majesty?” The guard smirked. “I don’t know, I’m always stuck in the palace watching you. She’s just a worker at the bakery...” It finally dawned on Jackson when he noticed the prince’s smitten expression. “No, Your Majesty, you can’t,” Jackson ordered grimly. “You’re supposed to be picking your bride tomorrow.”

“I’m next in line for the throne, I’m sure we can work our way around this stupid rule,” Prince Mark replied easily. “You don’t understand, Jackson, when I saw her face, the world seemed to stop moving. It was as if fate brought me here today to tell me that she was—”

“The one?” Jackson interrupted as he moved a branch out of the prince’s way. “You don’t even know her name. Your Majesty, with all due respect, this isn’t one of the fairytales the maids told you as a child. I say this not as your guard but as your friend,” Jackson stopped walking and looked at Prince Mark with a sad smile. “She’s just a commoner. You’re the Crowned Prince. When the time comes, you will be the one leading this kingdom. You’re supposed to be with someone in your class, otherwise people will talk.”

“Let them,” Prince Mark said spitefully, continuing to walk. “The people will always find something new to talk about.”

Jackson stopped him before he could keep moving. “I know it’s not ideal, but that’s just the way things are and we have no choice but to accept it. You’re choosing your bride tomorrow and that’s that.” He gave the prince a gentle pat before leading the way. “Besides, only the fairest of maidens are set to be attending the banquet tomorrow. You can’t seriously be in love with that baker girl? You only saw her for a second and she made a mess back there. Your Majesty, there’s no such thing as love at first sight, it’s so silly...”

Prince Mark remained quiet all the way back to the castle as Jackson went on about the different princesses who were invited to the banquet. As he reminded himself of Jackson’s words, all he could think about was your faltering smile. Maybe that man yelling at you earlier always gave you a hard time, but you tried to remain strong and kept up a happy front despite of it?

The prince didn’t know your name or anything about you, but he knew he would have given up the crown at that moment just to have seen you smile again. Perhaps it wasn’t love at first sight, but Prince Mark couldn’t deny that there was definitely something there.

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Prince Mark was never one for parties. Although he was surrounded by a bunch of people, he still couldn’t help but feel so lonely. He barely knew a face in the room. He wasn’t in the mood to talk deals and peace treaties with other leaders under the guise of a friendly toast. He couldn’t even have fun with his friends, who were scattered around the banquet hall making sure nothing was amiss. And the prince definitely had no intention of asking any of the princesses to dance. It was no secret that they only wanted to be chosen as his bride to increase their families’ wealth and power. How could he even think of dancing with anyone else when every thought kept coming back to—

You.

Was he seeing things? Did he have a little too much wine to drink?

You stood next to a table displaying three beautifully decorated cakes, kindly offering a slice to anyone who came up to you. You beamed as you handed a minister from the neighboring kingdom a plate and Prince Mark felt the swelling sensation in his chest yet again.

This was definitely a sign. He never thought he would see you ever again, but seeing you here tonight, Prince Mark knew fate was telling him to do something about it.

“Don’t do it.” Jackson had practically watched the prince’s entire thought process and stopped him before he could thoughtlessly march over to you. “We knew we had to keep a closer eye on you when we found out she was here so you didn’t do anything hasty.”

Prince Mark looked around and noticed his friends standing along the perimeter of the room, all staring at him. “But what is she—”

“The village bakery made the desserts for the banquet. The owner is actually right there talking to His Royal Highness.” They turned to see the older man you were with yesterday speaking jovially with the king. Prince Mark began to feel his blood boil. Quickly noticing this, Jackson gently held him back. “Sir, you’re the star of the show tonight. You can’t be picking fights with commoners who you’re not supposed to know of. Did you forget the purpose of this banquet?”

“It’s not like I haven’t been reminded every time I’ve voiced an honest opinion,” Prince Mark replied, shrugging off the guard’s hold. “Jackson, I’ve become a prisoner in my own palace. I’m supposed to be finding my wife tonight and for what? Just so we can waste money throwing another party? As my guards, you’re supposed to do as I say, and as my friends, you’re supposed to support my decisions even though you may not understand. I know you are all looking out for me, but you need to trust me.” He gave Jackson a solemn look. “I’m gonna talk to her, and this time, none of you can stop me.”

Jackson shook his head at the other guards when they saw that the prince was continuing to walk in your direction, silently ordering them to leave him be. What did his friend mean he didn’t understand? What was there to understand? No, the prince needed to understand that love was only a thing of fairytales. You don’t just lock eyes with someone and magically fall—

“Oh!” Jackson looked down to see what seemed to be one of the princesses collapsed at his feet.

“Are you okay?” He knelt down to help the girl back up to her feet.

“Yeah, I think these shoes might just be a little too high for me.” The princess giggled at her mishap and Jackson immediately felt a strange sensation in his chest. “Thank you for helping me up...”

“I-it’s Jackson.” Realizing he was still holding her, Jackson quickly let go.

“Well, Jackson, it was a pleasure bumping into you. Literally.” With another delighted giggle, the princess left the guard in his place. As he continued to watch the princess go about the party, Jackson felt as he finally understood.

“Would you like a—oh! Your Majesty!” You were cutting up the second cake when you noticed someone next to you. You quickly bowed when you realized it was Prince Mark. “Please forgive my informality. Would you like some cake?”

Prince Mark held up a hand. “No, it’s okay. I actually came here to talk to you...again.” He lowered his voice as one of his father’s ministers passed by.

“I didn’t realize you were the prince, had I known it was you—”

“You would have treated me like everyone else, as you should.”

You grinned at him in amusement. “But I still would have dropped that cup.”

He let out a chuckle. “It was entirely my fault, you warned me it was hot.” Seeing you finally relax a bit and smiling at him, Prince Mark felt like he was with the gods. “I hope you weren’t given too much of a hard time yesterday because of me.”

You followed where his eyes seemed to wander. “That’s my stepfather,” you confirmed. The older man in question was still rubbing elbows with the king. It was a wonder to you how he hadn’t been dragged off yet. “He owns the bakery.”

“Stepfather?”

“He married my mother when my father passed away, but my mother passed away a few years ago. So now it’s just the two of us and I help in the bakery,” you explained simply, as if you were describing the weather.

Prince Mark gave you a sympathetic look. “Oh. I’m sorry to hear—”

You shook your head and smiled at him once again. “No, nothing for you to be sorry about. That’s just how life is, I guess.”

Just as Prince Mark imagined, you seemed to smile through the hardship. “Does your stepfather...is he always like that with you?”

“Oh, you saw that?” You pursed your lips nervously as you looked down again. “It’s nothing, I’m used to it. I shouldn’t have been messing up so much. But I really do love the bakery, don’t get me wrong.”

Without warning, the prince took your free hand in his. His touch was warm. You looked up only to be met with the kindest eyes you had ever seen. They held a sadness that was not out of pity for those below him, but out of anger towards injustice against his people. He truly was the heir to the throne.

“‘I’m used to it’ is one of the worst phrases anyone can say about themselves. You shouldn’t have to be used to being verbally abused like that. Even if it was because you were performing poorly, which I didn’t think you were, it’s the boss’s job to teach his workers right.” Prince Mark gave your hand a gentle squeeze before smiling benevolently. “I’m sorry you’re being treated in a way no human ever should. It’s the kingdom’s duty to make its people happy, and at least for tonight, I hope to make you happy too.”

You grinned bashfully at the prince before averting your attention to the ground once more. “Well, you’ve already exceeded my expectations of what I thought the prince would be like and that makes me pretty happy.”

“Oh?” Prince Mark quirked an eyebrow playfully and smirked. “And what were your expectations of me exactly?”

Before you could answer, one of the servants had sidled up next to Prince Mark. “Your Majesty, you must start dancing with our guests. You need to choose a bride by the end of the night.”

“Of course, you aren’t the first one to tell me that tonight,” Prince Mark replied mockingly. You held back a laugh as he subtly rolled his eyes towards you. “Well, my good lady, royal duty calls. It was a pleasure seeing you again.”

“And you, Your Majesty.” Taking your hand once again, he left a chaste kiss on the back before heading off to the dance floor. The skin where his lips had touched felt like it was on fire, but unlike the prince, you found yourself not minding the heat.

You watched the young prince go from maiden to maiden, a small polite smile gracing his lips as he asked them to dance. You imagined yourself in their position and sighed. It had been a dream of yours when you were a child for some dashing prince to come and sweep you off your feet—how it would feel like to have him twirl you around the room and treat you like a lady.

My good lady, the prince had called you.

When Prince Mark held and kissed your hand, you allowed yourself to be someone else. After tonight, that childhood dream of yours would remain at that. His words echoed in your head.

“At least for tonight, I hope to make you happy too.”

“It’s now time for His Majesty to choose his new bride!”

You didn’t know where your stepfather had wandered off to, probably making good use of the wine fountain. You busied yourself with packing away some of the bakery supplies. You couldn’t bring yourself to join everyone in watching the main event. It was probably silly, but you felt a spark when the prince had touched you and a part of you hoped that he had felt it too. But alas, this was not some fairytale like your mother used to tell you. Feeling a spark with someone you barely knew was unrealistic.

Princes always went for princesses, and you were but a commoner who worked in the village bakery. That was your reality.

“Her?! Why her?!

You hadn’t noticed that the music stopped playing and the party had gotten almost completely silent. There was a hand extended out to you.

“Would like to dance?” Prince Mark grinned unabashedly, awaiting your response. You looked around frantically. In every direction, you caught a new pair of eyes glaring at you as if you had an extra head.

“Your Majesty, you can’t marry her!” The servant from earlier protested. “She’s a commoner! An orphan too!” You could hear bits and pieces of the chatter around you, each word nastier than the one before.

“She’s not even that pretty!”

“Her hands are all wrinkled from working.”

“She has nothing, what can she even offer him?”

“Silence!” Prince Mark ordered, instantly hushing the banquet hall. “The royal mandate only states that I must choose a bride from the banquet, it does not say anything about who I can’t choose. I choose her, and if any of you have anything to say about it, I challenge you to talk about it with me personally.” There was an edge in his voice that you originally imagined the prince to have. Still shocked by his words and actions, you could only stare at his hand.

Jackson cleared his throat to break the silence. “You heard His Majesty. Make some room so he may dance with his new bride,” the guard demanded as he began to push some people back from crowding around you. Youngjae, standing near the band, ordered them to keep playing while the rest of the guards made sure the guests kept their distance from you. Dismissing your confused expression, Prince Mark took you by the hand to the dance floor and began to lead you in a waltz.

“Your Majesty...”

“My good lady?”

You blushed at the title, averting your attention to your feet movement instead. Prince Mark chuckled at your behavior. “Sir, you must be mistaken. I am no lady. I shouldn’t even be enjoying this banquet, I’m supposed to be working—”

“And I promised to make you happy tonight.” He twirled you around. “Forgive me if I’m being hasty, but I felt something when I saw you for the first time yesterday and it’s as if fate brought you back here tonight for this very reason. I fell for you as soon as I laid eyes on your smile—it’s a question I would like to spend the rest of my life answering.”

Your face grew even hotter at the prince’s words. You never imagined the prince to be such a romantic. As you said earlier, Prince Mark completely exceeded your expectations. His kindness and the sincerity in his face, which you now realized was only inches away from yours, caused a swelling sensation in your chest.

“Sir, I don’t know what to say...”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Prince Mark replied, placing another kiss on the back of your hand. “I’m not forcing you to marry me. But I figured I’d tell you exactly how I felt, it’s something I’ve never gotten the chance to do before.”

“Tell me how you felt?”

“Tell anyone exactly how I felt.”

It dawned on you. Perhaps your life wasn’t completely different from the prince’s. You were watched over like a hawk by your stepfather. He was a prisoner in his own castle. You both dreamed of a life outside of the ones you were living now. You remembered the old fairytales as you stared back at Prince Mark. Handsome Prince Mark, who seemed to hold the whole future in his kind eyes and whose smile effortlessly brought one to your lips. A dashing prince sweeping you off your feet.

“Yes,” you finally answered, grinning at him wholeheartedly. “Yes I will marry you.”

A smitten look in his eyes as he stared back at you, Prince Mark brought you even closer to him, ignoring the scrutinizing stares all around you. You were surprised to find that his heart was beating just as rapidly as yours. As you two danced the night away, you tried to find the right words to describe the feeling in your chest. Melting into the prince’s warm touch, you decided not to think too much about it, silently labeling the feeling for now as just “something there.”

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kkojin-blog · 6 years

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lord of the flies | mock trials

hi everyone!! i played jack merridew in my senior year mock trial, and i had a really hard time figuring out how to answer anything because there is literally no sources on the internet to even slightly help jack defend himself. there is a few, yes, but they’re mostly written by sixth graders or the opposition, so i decided to help all the jack merridews and the defence team lawyers of the world by posting everything i wrote, answered and behaved as jack. i should probably announce right away that my team did not win the mock trial, but that was because the character witnesses we had besides me were not prepared to be cross-examined, so this is also a friendly reminder to tell your buddies to pick up their slack!! jack can’t do it by himself.

Direct examination:

1) Summarize your childhood.

I was born to a rich family who often spoiled me with materialistic luxuries, and sent me to a PEDAGOGIC education facility on top of the additive tutoring classes, however, due to my diligence in my work, I did not have a single friend, as a friend would have “tainted the teaching” as my mother used to state- i did not have much of a social life, at least until i became leader of choir.

2) Why did you leave Ralph’s tribe?

I left Ralph’s tribe because his way of leadership wasn’t fun at the time.

(rules (make this! make that! collect fruit!, meetings.)

3) What was it like under Ralph’s leadership?

Ralph was rather drab as he listened to mostly piggy’s ideas. (conch, uhh, rules, uhh, can i get a number 15, burger king foot lettuce

4) What happened on the night of Simon’s death?

At the start we had prepared meat to be eaten. I supplied even Ralph himself with meat. Nobody objected the meal, except probably andrew, and after the feast we did our dance and we saw a dark figure moving in the bushes. Alarmed, we attacked. Afterwards, we found it was Simon.

5) Why did you become chief?

I became chief because the lifestyle I offered was more appealing to the boys than Ralph’s. No prepubescent boy wants to spend his time lugging around materials for huts or picking coconuts off trees.

6) What was it like when you arrived to the island?

It was unUSUAL, like it would be, for any one of the boys. I doubt anyone wanted to crash-land onto some mysterious island. ← this is a really weak answer idk

7) How did you start to feel after spending some time on the island?

I felt better about the situation. It was clear that we needed someone to lead, so I offered to do so.

8) Can you tell us about the events leading up to Piggy’s death?

We had taken piggy’s glasses because we needed them to start a cooking fire to feed the tribe. Afterwards, Ralph’s group came to come get them back. After some heated conversation, Roger got too riled up and triggered the lever that fell onto Piggy and the conch.

9) How did you adjust after you returned back to civilization?

(something along the lines of: when i got back to civilization, the presence of adults and rules led me to return to my civilized self)

I did go to an approved school, after I saw the contrast of myself at home and on the island, which I did continue until I was a young man. After the island, I can safely say that I did return to my old self. (say that without the governing of laws or adults we had all descend into savagery?)

( it helps so so much to memorize your affidavit. )

Affidavit:

SUPREME COURT OF THE UNITED KINGDOM

LONDON, ENGLAND

GREAT BRITAIN )

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Plaintiff, )

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vs. )

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JACK MERRIDEW, )

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Defendant. )

_____________________)

For a verdict of Innocence

Hello, my name is one I’m sure you’re all familiar with; Jack Merridew. I am the accused of this case, for which brings me to a type of desolation but which I acknowledge fully. For the purpose of the court, I have been asked to prepare a small insight into my life, prior to arriving on the island, and after the incidents that befell upon all of us.

I’ll begin as early as my memory allows; I was a promising child, born to a affluent family. My parents were good to me, and I had a sheltered childhood where I did not have much chance to experience the outside world; they carried me into my adolescence, for which I respect them deeply. I always did well in school, attended tutoring classes to refine my skills, most of which required me to be very focused, which broadened my book smarts, but restricted crucial knowledge of basic human behaviour. And most importantly; I always got high grades in choir, which eventually found me to become the leader of the school choir. I had to order the other boys to do tasks often, which was quite a different experience than I was used to, and I figured I was good at it after some time.

Naturally, when we arrived on the island, due to the fact I had already had experience leading, which Ralph did not, I felt it was necessary to appoint me as the group’s leader. I felt unsettled when I did not originally gain power, because I then believed I had all the traits necessary of a leader. Arguably, when I did obtain leadership, I was a leader of questionable practices. Perhaps this was because I was so used to the laws and order of the society I had been groomed into that I became overwhelmed when I suddenly had to create my own. On the island, we were forced to take actions in our own hands, and make decisions for the group instead of the individual, which sometimes doesn’t parallel with what’s ethical. After my experience on the island, I pleaded my parents to send me to an approved school so I could forget the island in sort of skewed way, to which I attended until I was a young adult. Now I exist as a quiet young teacher, working in the same area I had grown up in-- London, that is-- I teach history and also instruct a single after school music class. As I aged, I felt a growing sense of remorse towards those wronged on the island, but not once did I ever feel as if I was indebted to them nor their families.

In my experience leading the boys of the island, I had to experience many tragedies that I feel sorrowful towards but not liable for... I am mainly being blamed for the situations because of my position of power over the other boys, which I understand. As an eyewitness of the events that came upon the island, I feel responsibility to give my truth to the story.

During my time on the island, I was subjected to many unfamiliar situations. for instance, the death of the child with the mulberry birthmark, the first tragedy to come about. The child died, presumably from the fire that had accidentally devastated a small part of the island while we attempted to make signal fire. This is where my questions arose for the usefulness of the signal fire that Ralph pushed so insistently began.

The second death was Simon’s. Simon’s passing was the result of ignorance on our parts. We believed he was the beast, we had limited vision due to the darkness of night and Simon was crawling through the bush, where we could not possibly see. Simon’s death, although a terrible occurrence, was not murder; we simply had no idea. Finally, the death of Piggy heeds a similar answer; we hadn’t the simplest clue that he was to die, as Roger pulled the lever and Piggy, without his specs, could not spot the boulder in time to move out of the way. Although we had nicked Piggy’s specs, We had no idea that this would have been the cause of his untimely demise, therefore I cannot claim responsibility for something that was not my doing.

Character Sketch:

Parent’s names:

Mother (Anne Taylor Merridew, maiden name Millar)

Father (William Merridew)

School attended prior to the island : Westminster Abbey Choir School (London)

School attended post-island : St Peter’s school (York)

Age on the island: 14

Age now: 24

Past residence: Monck street, house no. 12

Current: Tufton street, house no. 102

I am playing Jack Merridew, a fictional main character from Lord of the Flies. In the novel, Jack is portrayed as a very hard-headed, aggressive young leader with a lot of spite built up in him for Ralph and some of the other boys on the island. He preys on weakness, and dislikes societal order. For my own entertainment purposes, I have distinctly chosen Jack to hide this side of him and have the appearance of a very reasonable, calm man who wants nothing but resolve between himself and the families that feel wronged by him.

I intend to play Jack to have very indifferent behaviour. I’ll make it so that Jack appears to be very analytical and calculating, conscious of his own actions, but on the inside he actually doesn’t care that much for the deaths of the two boys, because they are seen as an irrelevance to him, especially since he doesn’t think their deaths were caused by him. Jack will be quite sure of himself, but not cocky, as he wants to appear as if he’s had a huge humbling from the island, although he perhaps really hasn’t changed that much, aside from being more discreet about his callous ways.

Jack will have some quirks, like blinking when he is faced with a question that he knows he can answer perfectly, and he will have a tendency to smile and stare directly at those prosecuting him to show his confidence, especially if they’re asking him a question he doesn’t think he can answer, so he doesn’t show his nervousness. Jack, deep-down, may have more insecurities than the other boys. He needs reassurance and safety, and without it he feels like he’s walking blind.

pointers:

+ be vague in your answering, but not too vague. the only thing they could object to during my cross-examination was my contempt of court, e.g: dancing around the subject, not answering and adding a bunch of random things to the answer, like; “it was a beautiful day, the sun was out--” i’m a writer so i had to try really hard not to do this.

+ do not show nervousness. it’s really hard to be confident on the stand, but you should try your best. there is usually a reason that the teacher chooses you to be jack!

+ at the end of the day, remember that this is just a class project. i probably had ten million panic attacks the days leading up to the mock trial, and that’s not ok. if you need someone to give you peace of mind, my message box is open!!

#lord of the flies #lotf #jack merridew #lord of the flies mock trial #mock trial #school #education #ralph #simon

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idk if you're still doing fic requests, but i've had this half-formed idea kicking around in my head and i trust you'd be able to bring it to life: 12 builds an inspector gadget style dildo/sex toy machine thing. i don't know what else would happen (like i said: half-formed) but that seems like it'd be a fun fic. alternatively, maybe another Kate Lethbridge/12 one because that pairing doesn't get nearly enough attention.

ooh, i’ve refined it a bit more if you’re at all interested: Clara asked him to build one and he gets more excited about the gadgets than the dildo, and ends up being hilariously unusable. but also sexy? idk; i trust what you come up with.

So You Want to Build a Sex Machine12/Clara, not explicit but still risque, comedy mostly, ~1k words

(read on Ao3 instead)

Here’s what you’ll need.

Considerations: materials, feasibility, semantics, ethics, use-case scenarios, mechanics both internal and external. The fulfillment of desire, what ‘want’ means; how to create it, or find it; friction. Erotic as a poorly-translated word from a language you do not speak and that your ship will not speak on your behalf.

Google searches:

sexual requirements of the average human

sexual requirements of the unusual human

sex toy personality quiz

Metallica

how can i know what she wants without asking what she wants

The three ‘R’s: Research, Research, Research.

An hour spent watching videos of anonymous amateur fucking and masturbation.

Two minutes spent with your hand wrapped experimentally around what you’d let someone assume was a cock, if anyone were around to notice. Three minutes with your right thumb pressed into the spot just below your rib cage, where your key is still lodged. You feel nothing, and an aching empty sort of wrongness, in that order.

Five hours spent watching videos of people unboxing new dildo shipments. It’s satisfying, watching them crack open the packaging and methodically assess the contents,

Plans. I know it seems weird, to plan ahead of time, but trust me on this.

Four-One

Two mood boards, one on the ship - in a private room tucked far away - with magazine clippings taped to a dry erase board, and one on Pinterest that is followed immediately by a user named KinkyDave17. Hey there, Kinky Dave.

Four-Two

Fifty rough concept sketches, loose and easy. One drawing of Mr. Blobby holding a sign reading “There is no such thing as ethical consumption under capitalism” (it’d seemed funny at the time). Ten selected and elaborated upon; five chosen and explored with attention to detail. Four mugs of tea, two of which are immediately forgotten and eventually absorbed back into the timestuff of the ship.

Four-Three

One sketch, and fifty variations. The implication and execution of multiple penetrative devices. Orifices, modularity. Texture, color, the minutiae of hydraulics. Desire diagrammed. Both mood boards gradually evolve into evidence that Sammy Hagar is a fixed event in time and space. The Pinterest board is immediately followed by GuitarDave1975. Hey, Guitar Dave.

Four-Four

One variation, ten life-size mock-ups. Cannibalize parts from automobiles and electric pianos. Use similarly-shaped objects as stand-ins for dildos. Create a Catherine wheel of bananas. Remember, belatedly, that that’s probably not how sex works. Take a mental note of the texture and firmness of the bananas anyway. Eat one. Eat four more, and regret it instantly. Thrust, vibration, pressure, response, haptic feedback and precision stimulation. Turn the motor on and watch it spin as you eat a sixth banana.

On the mood board in your ship, tape a picture of her over Sammy Hagar so it looks she has Sammy Hagar’s body, or that Sammy Hagar has her face. Resist the sudden impulse to punch the dry erase board. Resist the constant impulse to do something sentimental. Do it anyway. Say something that pretends to be mean, like your human pastimes are ridiculous at best or it’s just an interesting engineering problem, that’s all. Touch the picture of her face, or Sammy Hagar’s face, touch the picture of the face gently and try to think positively about the ten failed attempts littering the room. Eleven, the eleven failed attempts. Or is it twelve, now?

Immediately realize it’s been Eddie Van Halen all along. Spend an hour arguing in the comments section of a YouTube video with a user named, simply, Dave. We meet again, Dave.

Punch the whiteboard, delete the Pinterest account. Sit down on the middle of the floor with a cup of tea. Make a mental list of all the times you can recall her making a face or a noise or a motion, an indication that there was something in her body you only partially recognize:

When you’d had your hand inside her, knuckle-deep, fingers crooked

The time it took for the red mark to show after you bit the skin on her neck, just under her ear

Not sure but it was a Tuesday local time and you were on your knees

why not ask her, Dave will type. or just fuck her lol. Pause. Type back, shut it you sorry excuse for an internet avatar i never liked you anyway. Turn off your personal computation device with a degree of petty, misdirected anger. You will still be on the floor, at this point. Stretch your legs out and then lay down and press the palm of your right hand to the spot just under your rib cage where your key still is, where it’ll always be, where it’s throbbed inside you since before you left home.

Ask her. Ask her, ask her, stammering and fumbling. Make sure it’s a Tuesday local time. You aren’t on your knees but you might as well be. Ask her what she wants.

And she’ll say, you, and she’ll laugh, but not in a mean-spirited way. Pull out your diagrams, your lists from your pockets. Put them back.

Say No, I mean specifically, in terms of the specific thing. Make a gesture that implies fucking and also hopefully how you understand and accept and regret your inadequacy in this area.

You, she’ll say again.

But for when you’re not there, or you’re there and you can’t, or you can but you’re not enough. What does she want? What’s better than you, what’s the ideal?

Don’t you get it yet? she’ll ask.

From here, futures splinter. It could go any way, there is a near-infinite set of possibilities. But if you take her hand and stay, it’ll be one of the good ones.

10.

Let her lead you to her bedroom on the ship, where she feels safe. Let her hold you. Admit you spent the better part of two days, local time, inventing her a sex machine. She’ll roll her eyes and say I’ve got it covered, but thanks I guess, gesturing to her proudly-displayed collection of dildos and vibrators and a fair few things you’ve never even seen before, despite at least three Googles. You nod and feel a certain awe come over you.

11.

Guide her hand to your belly, the spot just below your rib cage. Feel your key move inside you. Try not to cry.

Go down on your knees; it worked once before.

12.

Later, return to the Van Halen fan forum and ask Dave if he’s David Lee Roth, and if so, is he a fixed temporal event. He won’t respond.

#whouffaldi #promptapalooza #Anonymous

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