#and i’m grateful he seems like someone worth supporting!!

[cocogrrrl]

so ive been kinda down in the dumps and that one angsty thing you wrote for stan about the reader questioning their relationship with stan really got me 😭😭

was wondering if ya could write stan with a reader with depression and shi (personally for me i take prozac and attend therapy sessions ykyk) like that if ya can. probably would be really angsty (or bittersweet?) since stans got his own problems he has yet to deal with💀

selfish

you love stan and he loves you. there's an uncomfortable thought telling you that you're pulling him down, though.

stan marsh x gn!reader cw: bittersweet (?), yn relies on stan as emtional support, also yn is unhealthily in love with their bf wc: 689

an: hiii! i feel like this is a little all over the place and i really dont know if this fits the bill, but ya huhu i hope u like it!

The night is cold, as it often was in the small town. Tonight, however, its harsh temperatures really bit. Luckily, your boyfriend also doubled as a human blanket. It’s a good thing he’s almost always awfully warm. His regular body temperature alarmed you, thinking that he had a fever. He, however, always felt alright.

You two had been spending your time watching some shitty movie neither of you have heard before for the shits and giggles. It was a common occurrence for you two. At this point, you would consider yourselves bad movie connoisseurs. If it doesn’t look like it was made with a budget of two dollars, it’s not worth watching.

His arms were lazily wrapped around you, and you felt your body melting into his. His breath was warm on your neck. Your legs were intertwined, no, entangled with his. You savored quiet moments like this. Everything didn’t exist for you at this moment. Only Stan did.

You felt something bore itself in your brain, though, as your gaze was focused on Stan. You tried to push whatever thought it was away, but you couldn’t.

Were you selfish for wanting Stan to love you while you didn’t even know how to love yourself? It feels like you were taking him for granted sometimes, honestly.

You felt lucky and grateful that you had him, yes, but you wondered why did he even choose you. There are moments where you question if he even loves you. The answer must be a yes, right? If it wasn’t, then what even is the point of being with someone who’s more trouble than anything?

Why do you have to question these types of things anyways? You must be a horrible person. How bad of a person do you have to doubt someone as wonderful as Stan? Stan often made it a point to show you that he loves you, even when it was difficult for him to do so.

You aren’t quite sure how this whole love thing works. Hell, you didn’t even know how your feelings worked. How are you supposed to navigate something that may be even bigger than you?

You find it inspiring how kind and determined he still is. After all the things he’s gone through, he still holds a heart of gold. Sure, it’s somewhat tainted, but who’s to say that it isn’t beautiful? He is sparkling, gleaming. You seemed to pale in comparison.

“Stan?” You called, burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

“Yesss?” He smiled, pulling your face to look at his. You two had some to drink earlier, and it was obvious that the alcohol was starting to kick in. He had the dopiest grin on his face.

Would he ever get tired of you? Sure, he would. Eventually. You’re a tiring person. He’ll learn to grow out of you one day. That’s why you learned how to savor moments like these when everything seems to be alright.

“I think I’m still trying to figure things out,” you admitted. This all felt a little easier since he was drunk. The chance of him forgetting this eased the worry in your mind.

The meaning of your words was purposely left ambiguous. He could fill it in with whatever meaning he wanted though. Besides, did it matter deeply to him? He is drunk. It’s not like this will matter in the morning.

Deep down, you feel bad for Stan. He’s already going through a lot, and you already have an idea of how everything’s going to end. Despite that, you continue lying to yourself that things will go great. Stan’s just here, seemingly unaware of the wreck that is in your mind. 

“Mhm?” He hummed, drawing out his ‘M’s.

As he started to cover your face in kisses, you continued. “But I do know one thing.”

Though he may know that you’ve been thinking of these things, it won’t be confirmed to him. For now, one source of your guilt shall remain a secret.

“That is?”

‘I think you are my dream.’ No, that’s too weird. You might just freak him out.

“You’re so amazing.”

#cocogrrrl's writing #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x reader #stan x reader

[ghostwise]

Zevran is once again struck by the way people change when you leave them alone for a while.

Three times now, the Maker has seen fit to place them in each other's paths. This time, however, rather than feeling regret at all he has missed in his friend's life, he feels only awe at the ways she has grown and the ways she has stayed the same. Isabela listens with a patience he's seldom associated with her, and for that he is grateful.

Still, he's almost afraid to tell her all that has happened.

"It is a very long tale, my dear," he says when she asks. "And I'm afraid it does not portray me in a very positive light."

"Oh, please. Like you're the only one with a past," she teases. "Have you forgotten already how we met?"

"Never," he replies, and she's coaxed a smile out of him despite his worry. It's easy to remember why he loved her--loves her--and trusts her, too. So, having surpassed that slightest bit of resistance with her support, he lets it all pour out in a flood of words.

Everything from Rinnala's betrayal to his contract in Ferelden, to his time during the Blight and Taliesen's death. Everything from the fight against the Crows, to his year spent at Quinta de Talpa, and his travels throughout all of Antiva and beyond. He tells her everything, good and bad, without omission.

It must be some surprise to her; he’s become so honest and vulnerable. But it’s deliberate, and he barrels into it with a certain recklessness because it has been hard-won.

Most of all, he talks about the Warden, like a thread weaving through every single piece of his life. Making his story coherent. Stitching the broken bits whole.

"I must admit, I didn't think him your type then, and I certainly don't now," Isabela says when he's done.

They're lounging on the bed together, barely dressed. Her hair is fanned out across her pillow and she makes a face, features pulling into a delicate pout.

"Please tell me he's not as grim and somber as he seems. Frankly, I’m still surprised he was alright with you and I meeting. Unless..." She sits up, and peers at him, blouse falling over her shoulders. "Unless he doesn't know?"

"He knows," Zevran murmurs against her knee. “He knew who I was when he married me.”

“Good.” Content to hear it, Isabela leans back with a smile. "What a waste it’d be otherwise. I mean, for you as well. Don't change for anyone, Zevran. I mean it. There are far too many miserable marriages in the world. I should know."

For a moment both of them reflect on those words. But they speak to a life long past, and not worth revisiting. After a moment Zevran just sighs with the most lovestruck look she's ever seen him sport.

"Ah, I'd love for you to get to know him as I do..." He strokes her leg gently, hanging onto her, though it is clear his mind is drifting. "He would never ask me to change. He doesn't want to impede me in any way. He sees the depths of me, good and bad, and asks for nothing. I never imagined... Isabela, he makes it so easy, so simple and calm. So you see, because of that, I can give him everything. Because he-"

"Oh, enough!"

Yanking her legs back she tucks them beneath herself and tackles him with a hug, affectionate but very much exasperated.

"You talk about your husband too much, Zevran! No one will ever want to sleep with you!"

Zevran draws in a sharp breath, then he collapses into laughter.

As they laugh and cling to one another, he’s infinitely glad he saved her all those years ago. He’s glad she’s here now. He's glad for every note in his story, from the highest to the lowest.

"Seriously, Zev," Isabela says, as she extricates herself from his embrace and walks to her dresser--truly a vision, as beautiful as she'd been ten years ago. "I'm glad you've found someone to make you happy. You deserve no less. As for the rest, all that matters is that you've kept on living and doing your best. That's all any of us can do."

#rinnywrites #dragon age #zevran arainai #isabela #spicy zev/bela friendship <3 love these bicons #just brainstorming; i'd love to polish this up and turn it into a longer piece #there is just SO much they need to talk about #ps. zev and hamal are more or less monogamous they just don't consider sex a solely romantic activity

[ladypeonies]

Is Apo okay haha… I’m talking about his twitter spree with boc’s bvlgari hashtag. I do understand that he feels grateful and all to boc, but shouldn’t he understand that boc can’t force fans to spend their precious sparetime to support someone they dont want to support. It’s not people’s job and boc isn’t our employer. I love Apo a lot, but I dont really get this haha

BOC isn’t for Apo a faceless organisation as it is for fans. BOC isn’t just Pond or the bad social media handlers. BOC for Apo is the cleaning ladies/men, the drivers, the stylists, bodyguards, hairdressers, light operators, directors, artist managers, acting coaches, screenwriters, PR, every single artist including Mile Phakphum Romsaithong, etc. It’s all those people behind the scenes who depend on BOC success to live. Apo is selfless and a team player, he will put the team’s interests before his own, thus the twitter spree. We don’t know the deal BOC has with Bvlgari and all the implications.

He's grateful for the love and the support he receives from BOC, all the people there but also, he’s realistic and knows the business of fame. What it implies to get sponsors, to be seen, gain money to produce and ensure brands see unity among the artists in the company, etc.

Also, empathy and guilt may also play a part in it IMHO. Apo was with another actor but the media are mainly putting his face out there. Like Maya TV *put the company tag and just put pictures of Apo forgetting the other. No matter what we think about the other actor, he’s part of Apo’s circle, they seem to have a friendship. He probably feels bad and wants him to feel included. Fans shouldn’t police his friendship, perhaps Apo too has been hurt by the man’s words and chose to forgive. But you know what? HATERS will even HATE him for doing that and imagine the nonsense and grief he will get if right now he acknowledges his solo tag.

Apo knows and understands perfectly well that fans support whoever they want and can’t be controlled. Almost 10 years in this industry, remember? He isn’t forcing fans to do anything. He knows his fans, they are stubborn just like him. They love him, they want to protect him, baby him, etc. He’s comfortable being a team player and also IMMENSELY grateful for his fans for the trending, support etc. At the time of this writing BvlgarixApo received 1.5M tweets.

And here is Apo, a man who had the world at his feet tonight, being praised and courted by everyone, thinking about others, knowing well that some people won’t get it, but being a team player.

HE KNOWS his real FANS will get it, get him. They will give him the freedom to do what he feels is right, even if they don’t understand it because they don’t possess all the information and they don’t own him. They know how selfless he is, they know he would rather lose everything than being a selfish jerk.

And that’s why as I’m writing this, Apocolleagues, the unnamed are still trending for him, because this is a man worth trending for, there are not many in this industry who have values, principles and want fairness. Please tell me you do get it.

*They posted about the other actor 2hours after their Apo post (so when I wrote this and when Apo posted it wasn’t up).

#mileapo #apocolleagues #apo nattawin #mile phakphum

[angel-shaw]

All right! Here’s the first part of my Sam/Darlin/Quinn fic!

@dollscircus here you gooo ✨

If it’s confusing I’m sorry I tryed my best to put stuffs in the beginning I’m also working on a fic for when Darlin and Quinn where teens and it will provide more in depth context :3

Cw: talk of minor obsession, panic attack

With Quinn being invoked after he was turned, he never really learned how to be a vamp. Sure he knew how to use his powers and feed and all of that but he didn’t really learn himself. He learned through muscle memory really and his maker invoking him

So when he was finally freed years after his turning and made to forget all of it beside his turning, he thought he was freshly turned. So he just figured every vamp knew how to function directly after they turned.

One thing that he never learned how to do is how to heal his bites. He was never taught how to, even when invoked. His maker didn’t care about the scars so she didn’t teach him how to fix or prevent them. It just wasn’t worth her time.

When he was first turned she had invoked him for years she made him forget everything, this time she didn’t.

More like she didn’t get the chance, seeing how Tank ripped her head off her shoulders once they found out what was going on and they got their hands on her.

Tank and Sam had been very kind to him after everything. Quinn knew what he did to Sam's progeny well invoked, and was shocked when Sam offered him to stay at his house until everything was sorted out and he was able to get his own place. He was nervous about taking him up on the offer but eventually did when Tank also pushed for it.

Staying with Sam and Tank was really nice, both were kind to him and seemed not to hold a grudge. Staying with Tank again was extremely nice for Quinn as well, even if they now had a mate.

One other thing about Quinn that no one knew except for Tank and Sam was his obsessiveness. When Quinn loved he loved hard, and he loved Darlin. He had loved darlin for years before he was invoked the second time, and they loved him too.

Thats why their being mated to Sam upset him, he was happy that they were happy and he knew that Sam treated them well…. but that was supposed to be him.

He was supposed to be their mate, their forever, the person they slept next to at night. The person they turned to when they were upset or had a nightmare, but that was Sam's job now. He could live with that though, because he did an amazing job. He held them close and was never harsh with them, he was kind and supportive.

Well he was jealous he wouldn’t try and take that away from them, he would never try and take away or fracture something that made them happy. He was just grateful that he still got to be around them, he got to sit with them on the couch, cuddling while watching a movie, he got to cook with them again, he was content.

But of course just because they weren't his anymore doesn't mean his obsession wasn't there, he needed constant touch from them, he needed to know where they were and if they were safe. They happily provided that. He never encroached on their privacy of course, he just had a lot of worry.

Tank had explained Quinn’s feelings to Sam and he tried his best to understand. Well he never judged Quinn for it, it was obvious that he was a bit confused. Tank also warned him that Quinn gets scared fast, if they aren’t there when he wakes up and they are supposed to be he panics…..

There was a lot more worry when one day (night) he woke up and couldn't find Sam anywhere in the house even though he knew he was supposed to be the one with him today because Tank had gone over to Davids to help move things.

“Sam?” Quinn called out as he walked out of the guest room Sam had been letting him sleep in.

No response.

Complete silence.

“Sam?” He called out, louder, worrying lacing his voice.

Where was he?

Why couldn't Quinn hear him?

Why couldn't Sam hear him?

Was he ok?

Was he hurt?

Did someone hurt him?

“Sam?!” Quinn yelled as he dashed down the house, looking for Sam, for any signs that he was hurt or anything.

He doesn't see anything, nothing is out of place.

He wanted to go outside to look but he froze.

He wasn't supposed to leave the house with someone.

Tank and Sam said he wasn't supposed to.

He couldn't.

He couldn't go to against what they said.

Quinn felt his heart clench, did Sam leave him..

Did Sam get fed up with him and just leave..

He hated him

He hated quinn now

Quinn felt his throat close and his lungs tighten

He couldn't breath

He ran his hands through his hair desperately trying to calm down and rationalize but he couldn't.

He felt himself sink to the floor, his vision blurring

Sam walked back up to the house, he had gone out to grab a few more blood bags as Quinn slept. It wouldn't take him long so he figured it would be fine. As he heard the hyperventilating and crying coming from the house he knew he was wrong. He opened the door and saw Quinn curled on the ground.

He put the bags on the table and went over to him, “Quinn?”

No response

Tank had talked to Sam about Quinns panic attacks before so he had some idea what to do, that did not mean he was prepared.

“Hey,” he said, voice quiet and soft, “Quinn, I'm here it's alright,” He placed a hand on Quinns shoulder, causing Quinn's head to snap up, looking at Sam.

His eyes were red and tears streaming down his face, “Sam..?” he asked softly

“Hey there, it's all right, what's wro-” His question was cut off by Quinn slamming into him, pushing him to the floor as he wrapped his arms around him and bearing his face in his neck.

“You're ok,” he heard Quinn mumble as his tears soaked into Sam's shirt, “Thank god, I thought you were hurt or left me…”

Sam realized that his absence from the house is what triggered this and felt a twinge of guilt as he rubbed Quinns back, soothing him softly.

After a few minutes Quinn stopped crying and pulled back a bit, letting Sam sit up with him in his lap. He was still sniffling but no longer crying and his breathing was more even.

“What happened?” Sam asked bringing his hand up to cup Quinns face and thumbing away the last of the tears.

“Please don't hate me…” He said quietly, his eyes on the floor.

“Why would I hate you? You didn't do anythin’,” he said, pulling Quinns face up to look at him.

“I…I don't know..”

“Allrigh’ then, why don't you tell me what happened doll,” the nickname catching both of them off guard but before sam apologized for it Quinn smiled and nodded a bit.

Before he started to talk he rested his head on Sam's shoulder, “When I woke up I called for you, when you didn't respond I got scared that you were hurt or something so I came out here but didn't see anything out of place so I thought you just left me..” Quinn's voice was soft and sad as he talked.

“Oh I'm so sorry, I just went out to pick up some extra blood. I promise i didn't leave, and i won't i'm sorry for scarin’ you,” Sam said as quinn lifted his head again to look at him in the eye.

“It's ok, I don't know why I reacted like that…normally I only react like that with Tank and that cuz of my obses-...” Quinn's eyes widen as his voice trails off.

“Quinn? You allrigh’?”

“….umm ya I mean I am now but uh…”

Quinn looked at the floor again, he could feel his face heating, despite knowing that he really couldn’t blush it still felt like it.

“We’re gonna have to talk to Tank when they get home…”

#redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted au #redacted audio #redacted quinn

[allylikethecat]

ally!!! congrats on finishing the january prompts !!! i have enjoyed them so much & am very happy to have 31 prompts to look back on when i’m need of some fictional!george and matty

also!!! as the self-proclaimed #1 fan of YKWTCI I was very excited for this update and it did not disappoint (tuesdays have quickly become my most anticipated day of the week thanks to u and ur fics)).

Poor fictional!taylor and fictional!matty are clearly going through it & you portray their struggles so well. I am especially loving how you portray fictional!matty & his struggles with his new found fame as taylor’s boyfriend ((also the fact that the money from fictional!taylors drawer went ‘missing???’… hmmm wonder who took that - such a good detail!!!)

also fictional!george makes an appearance?????!!! YAY. I love me some fictional!george and cannot wait for a fictional!tay & george interaction — i feel that the angst & jealousy may just be unmatched.

last thing and i’ll shut up!! — the equestrian fic??!!!? do i know anything about horses?? no. do i know that i am absolutely going to devour this fic? yes. the enemies to lovers vibes are so strong and this version of fictional!matty seems so soft & i am in love with him already. i am VERY excited to see where this goes!!

yours,

— 💌💌💌

Hello My Dear 💌 Anon! I hope you are well!

Thank you so much for following along on the January OTP Prompt Journey! It was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be, but I had a lot of fun with it, and am super proud that I was actually able to finish them all! (And also so grateful for everyone that read them- thank you so much for being so wonderful and encouraging!) If you're looking for all of the January OTP Prompts one place, or any of my other prompt fills, they can all be found HERE.

I'm smiling so hard at the idea that Tuesdays are becoming a favorite day because of the updates! Thank you so much for following along and the continued support of this fanfic endeavor! I am *also* a huge YKWTCI fan, and am so happy that people are still willing to give it a chance after all of the May drama with these two IRL. I was really excited about this update and am so happy it didn't disappoint!

Oh my gosh thank you so much 🥺 Fictional!Taylor and Fictional!Matty are both very sad and fucked up in their own ways in this fic, (I've been calling them my fictional bisexual disaster duo lol) and I have really enjoyed writing them and developing their characters and motivations. Getting to explore Fictional!Matty's relationship with his essentially "over night" fame in this fic is also a lot of fun- I can't imagine a universe where the character I've created with all of his issues would handle it well, and that it wouldn't have an impact on his self worth only being "desired" because of who his parents, and then later his "girlfriend" are. I was also way too excited about the missing money bit 😂 and was so very much hoping that someone would comment on it so a HUGE thank you for that😂 (this is like when I was very eagerly waiting for someone to comment on Fictional!Matty doing coke in Fictional!Taylor's bathroom and her totally missing it- and then being SO EXCITED when someone commented about it, I'm like yes, excellent, my hints are obvious enough lol)

We still have another chapter before Fictional!Taylor and Fictional!George meet (the meeting will be going down in lucky Chapter 13!) but I am SO EXCITED about their pissing match as they essentially both try and mark Fictional!Matty as theirs meanwhile Fictional!Matty has no idea what's going on and is just trying to make it through the day 😬 I was really excited about this chapter though and getting a little introduction to Fictional!George since he hadn't physically appeared yet.

AHHH Thank you for checking out the Equestrian AU as well! As very much a horse girl, that fic is so much fun for me to write and I am very much my own target audience (then again, I am pretty much always my own niche target audience lol) If I ever am just... assuming that people know too many things about horses let me know and i can try and clarify more. Horse things are just such a part of my day to day life (and the day to day life of the people I am surrounded by) that I sometimes forget that not everyone like, knows what a martingale is. One sided enemies to lovers is one of my FAVORITE things and I am having SO MUCH FUN writing it! Fictional!George hates poor Fictional!Matty so much and Fictional!Matty just wants them to be friends 🥺 I can't wait to get into this version of Fictional!Matty's past- if you think he's soft now just WAIT you are going to want to give him the biggest hug (I know I do!) I also really enjoy writing bitchy Fictional!George and it's been a lot of fun to explore a different dynamic with him!

Anyway, I apologize that I have written you the longest response ever. I was just VERY excited to see your ask! I thought of you when I posted the YKWTCI chapter and am so happy that you liked it! Thank you so much again for always being so lovely and supportive! I hope you have the best rest of your week!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #keep it kind #matty fic #gatty #fanfic #💌 #💌 anon #letter anon #You Know Where the City Is #2014 matty x taylor fake dating au #All the King's Horses #Equestrian AU #thank you so much for reading and sending me this ask and just all around being the best #i reread this ask like 10 times and was just smiling SO MUCH #the entire time #so thank you!!

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 190

Queuing this one up ahead of vacation, so no reader shoutouts this week, unfortunately. I appreciate each and every one of you so much, to let me write this story for as long as I have.  Some of you may already know, but the first chapter of this was originally posted on my other blog in 2016, although I didn’t start posting weekly updates until 2018.

So, thank you all. Seriously.

And especially @baelpenrose, @charlylimph-blog, and all the support I get in the discord for my and Bael’s work. Also @writing-with-olive who recently wrote a song for The Miys and recorded it so I could hear it!!!!!!  I screamed when I heard it and want to just hug and kiss the song so much.  Hopefully I’ll find a way to work it in.

“Odvub,” I explained, lamely. Hoarsely. “Derek, that’s an Odvub.”

He just basked in it for a few moments, and I was vaguely grateful that we had finished eating already. I doubt anything in the universe would have been shocked to find out that we were too excited to eat after a bombshell like that.  The reality was, it took several minutes for me to snap out of my awe, plus three failed attempts at getting Derek’s attention before I had to finally turn the table emitter off. 

He shouted at me for my efforts, snatching the blankets I held out and casting them around himself before chewing me out. “Why? Why did you take it away? You’re crying.  You thought it was beautiful and perfect too. You just killed it, like it was nothing - “ Derek was clearly mid statement when he stopped talking, too upset to keep to focus.

Realizing what I had done, I turned the emitter back on, but reduced the volume in every channel until I could speak over it. “Derek, we need to tell Pranav and Alice about this. Very, very much need to. It will change everything, and if they know, you’ll have more time to focus on it.”

After no small amount of struggle to pull his attention away, he asked, “Is it real? You knew what it was as soon as you saw it.”

That brought a smile to my face. “Yes, Derek. They are real.  And I can tell you all about it now, but you would have to sit there and be bored while I tell Pranav and Alice about it. So it’s up to you: know now, or hurry up and not be bored late- “

Well, that answered the question.  Derek had my wrist and was dragging me down the corridor before I could finish.  For someone with a tendency to avoid direct contact, he had an iron grip on my wrist.  As much as possible, I trotted along to keep up, smiling and waving to anyone giving us looks so that they would know everything was okay. I’m not being abducted by a pile of laundry.

It only took three levels of his ground-eating strides for Derek to realize that he was, in fact, touching my bare skin.  He dropped my wrist like he had been burned, and instead turned his head every few feet to make sure I was keeping up. I was concerned he was going to hurt himself, so I grabbed a fistfull of his blanket-poncho.  That seemed to be enough, because he picked the pace back up and quit looking back.

Thankfully, I was keeping an eye on where we were - as it turns out, nothing I had encountered yet had brakes like a Derek on a mission. He came to a full stop without warning, and I would have slammed right into him if I hadn’t been paying attention and braced for the sudden halt.  I immediately started pounding on the singal to open the office doors, hammering them with the palm of my other hand for emphasis.

Okay, maybe Derek wasn’t the only impatient one.

As soon as the doors slid open, Derek swished by me to start clearing Pranav’s desk, wholly ignoring the wide-eyed stares we had caused. Alice, thankfully, scrambled to clear the data they had been scouring, saving it for a later day.

“What is the meaning of - “

CRASH! Pranav was interrupted by the sound of a mug meeting it’s untimely end.

“Sorry,” I offered sheepishly before flicking open my datapad. “But I promise this is worth it.” I flicked an instance of the dataset Derek has been pouring over to the desk, with the ‘gibberish’ we had recently identified clearly visible. As soon as it bloomed into life, Alice dashed around the chair to keep Derek from rushing ahead. “I assume you both are familiar with this data?”

Pranav nodded seriously, leaning back in contemplation. “Yes. Derek has been working on this since I passed the data to him. Is there a breakthrough?”

I started flicking files to the display as quickly as I could. “We isolated that the code was a tag, not an error, and were able to filter enough samples that we realized this tag is connected to files about humanity.” I held up a hand to stave of questions. “Not just the restricted ones, all of them.”

Queueing up the grande finale, I took a deep breath. “This isn’t an error, or a tag, or anything like that. This is a signal left in hopes that we would find this information. The back door program of all programs. A living digital intelligence.”

“Actual AI?” Pranav breathed, incredulous.

I shook my head. “Hold on to your brain, my friend, because this is beyond AI. This is actual, post-singularity life.” One more deep breath. “Pranav, Alice… I would like you to meet Odvub.”

The second and third times exposed to them were no less incredible than the first.  We all stared, slack of jaw and wide of eye, as the visual and audio simulation overwhelmed us.  The only exception was that, this time, I had set up a timer to start the simulation fading after two minutes, with it disappearing after one more minute.  It didn’t matter: three minutes of that left us all breathless.

Derek, to his credit, simply slid down the wall he was leaning against, avoiding the shards of glass he created and scooping up a few Else-puffs on the way.

“What the fuck was that?” Alice whispered.

“That was… Odvub,” I answered lamely. “I asked Miys several months ago about different theories of post-human evolution. Kardashev scale, singularity, all that jazz.” Waving at my face, I continued. “Science nerd, fiction nerd, super curious nosy woman at large. Anyway, the point is, both scales exist, and humans aren’t working on either one. However…” I pushed ahead, trying to keep the conversation from derailing yet, “Odvub is one of the post-singularity species.”

Pranav may have been a staunch pacifist, but apparently that didn’t stop him from hitting his desk hard enough to crack the surface. Enthuasiam, maybe? “Tell me how, and can we trust this information.”

Prepared but sad, I called up the sensor file necessary. “This is from a conversation I had with Miys before we dropped out of relativistic space. As  you know, they only received their new orders once we were back in real space, so this was when they were still at liberty to both allow and encourage us to prosper.”

To be honest, I blocked out the playback. I knew it by heart, having played it back a dozen times after being released from Medical. I only came back to focus when Pranav sighed. “The Odvub - they are not violent?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know how they could be. You saw the data - they can’t exist of their planet, and can’t leave it without uploading. They’re too delicate.”

“And apparently they like humans,” Alice mused, her face scrunched in attempted understanding.

“We… persist,” I sighed. “That’s what I understand out of the conversation. Odvub could not go to the stars, but found a way to do it anyway. Humans shouldn’t exist, shouldn’t have survived, but we did and we do, and they find… kindred spirits in that.”

“But humans aren’t the only ones. Why us?” she demanded.

A knock on the wall drew our attention to Derek. “Freedom,” he suggested. “They are the computer, now. They are more free than any beings that connect, because they can ensure that nothing is out of reach. And we keep trying to do the same thing, even when it fails over and over.”

I resisted the urge to outright cry again, wiping tears from my face and forcing a laugh. “Gods, I wish we could live up to that.”

When I looked at Pranav, he wasn’t laughing.  He wasn’t smiling or crying either. Instead, his face was set as hard as I had ever seen it. “Then we will live up to that faith. This data merits an emergency meeting. Sophia, if you would be so kind as to notify Parvati.”

“Parvati?”

“Yes. I believe you will be busy for the time being, and Hannah can take over your day to day. She is your level headed right-hand. Parvati cannot help but to instigate people into action, I have noticed. She will be an excellent choice to send this information to the Ark.”

Oh. Oh.

Pranav was sneakier than I thought…. And in no way playing around with this.

I think I might like this man, I smiled to myself.

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[biggerthanmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

I was tagged by @berlinini 😘 to write my favorite lyrics from Faith in the future, so here is it (I’m sorry in advance)

🤩 THE GREATEST

it’s you and me until the end

Life for us is never over

(“This is me and you, I need you and you need me, this is like codependency”, life for us is never over) The legacy he is building with us it’s gonna be here for years and years, his music and how we were part of it it’s gonna live forever.

😏 WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE

Hey babe! (?????? Best lyrics ever to start a song ???????)

A hurricane behind the door

So I’ve come ready for a war

…

When is good is really something

Can we please get back to us now?

It’s not always good but he is ready to fight and he knows it’s gonna come back to good times (like in Habit I hate myself) is fighting and loving and fighting… going in circles. But this time is more fun!

🫶🏻BIGGER THAN ME

When somebody told me I would change

I used to hide behind a smile

Faking smiles since Miss You

So come on call me liar

Yeah you’re so quick to judge

We are coming back to you bitch 😒

🍀LUCKY AGAING

‘Cause I’m a hard man to lose

But I figured it out, then made my way back

To a life I would choose

???? Hello he did it all himself FOR himself knowing himself he is just choosing a life he is proud of, this song is so much about the“I” concept.

🎶FACE THE MUSIC

I just wanna stay in the moment

The rest of my life

…

Close your eyes and count to ten

If you standing on the edge of falling

Open up and looking down

Everything that matters is forgotten

The feeling of forgiven yourself for enjoying life, the feeling of feeling whatever you are feeling and telling yourself it’s ok everything is forgotten just live the moment. Man 😪

😭CHICAGO

I mean, she is my favorite like ??? It hits so close to home

They say bitter ends turns sweet in time

Is that true of yours and mine?

Is like that thank you on walls turning bittersweet, and now a bitter end turning in sweet, baby ???

You always made me feel much better

And I’ll always be grateful for that

????? So close to home like I said, there’s few people that can make me feel better or comfortable and once I lose them, trying to reconnect with them is so fucking hard! This song is for me idc

🫂ALL THIS TIME

all the song tbh, these lyrics are so beautiful

I’m tryna find the words to say for ages

Just have patience

It’s not how you spend the time

It’s if you wasted

FUCK ME!!!! How he explains in one song how is always worth the PAIN of living for the ones you find and love in the way he is always looking for words and it seems like he never finds them but he does!! It’s just 🤯

🤘🏻OUT OF MY SYSTEM

I am only half of what I think I can be

What a statement, that’s all!

☠️HEADLINE

So fast to judge in error

You thought you knew me better

So quick to kill forever

Yeah bitch we came back for you!!!!, how dare someone to judge him and call him liar that’s the reason you are not longer his, now fuck you! 🙂

The perfect circle of poetry he builds with the beginning and the end of this song is just so sad.

🥹SATURDAYS

My heart might be broken

But I won’t be broken down

It’s the most Louis core ever 🫶🏻

🫠SILVER TONGUES

You and me until the end

Waking up to start again

Yeah the same feeling as in The greatest it’s you and me, we are stronger and happier together

🤔SHE IS BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS

I don’t understand her but I love her so much

Are we one, or are we two?

Are we me, or are we you?

Has it been all this before?

Do you see what I see?

Man, I don’t know what he is talking about but I can see my alter ego with this song

🏡COMMON PEOPLE

When I get lost, I go

Back to where I stared

Such a beautiful message and so Louis!!

✨ANGELS FLY

She is my emotional support everyone shut up

There’s a time for saying who did what

Where it went wrong, I wanna know all that

But right now all I need you to know is

You’ll be okay, we can talk tomorrow

He is just the best person to be friends with, this is what everyone need when feeling overwhelmed and guilty, someone who cares just to be there for you without saying a thing, waiting for you to be better to talk about it. I love this song so much!

❤️‍🩹HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE

The questions that I’d ask you

Where did all go wrong?

…

You know the party’s over

When you standing in an empty space alone

And time can always heal you

If you let it make its way into your bones

Hello???? Time takes time to heal it you can't do it by yourself??? The way he wants to know what the fuck went wrong, but then he just wants to be fine and support people I’m honestly so proud of him for keeping this message through all his songs.

💆🏻‍♂️THATS THE WAY LOVE GOES

When it cuts you, when you bleed

That’s when you’re feeling it the most

More relatable lyrics about breakup have never been written.

Im tagging @joliepetitelou @paigeschapterbook @louistthegreatest 😘😘😘 if you already did it tag me so I can read it 🥹

#i love this album and I love how it all comes together as you listen to it #lyrically and musically so beautiful #Fitf #tag game #I’m still processing all of it #😔

[jojameswinter]

I love crimson & clover, and I’m excited to see where you do take it. I do thinks Kiara forgets in the show just how different her and JJs lives are. What seems to consider his freedom, lack of pressure and ability to choose what to do… these are more accurately the result of abandonment, no guidance, low self worth, and a lifetime of assumptions about him because of his name (Pope and Kie in every season make comments about “being JJ” that are related to negative actions). Even a lot of his criminal choices (stealing, breaking in etc) are a result of not having food and shelter.

I totally agree that JJ doesn’t know how to navigate these family tensions, but I don’t know if Kie has realised that to him even an ounce of affection would be worth fighting for. Even in s3, when she visits him and gets so upset at the look comment (which I understand is upsetting for various reasons) but to stand in clean clothes, fed and having been welcomed home, in front of someone with nothing but what they’re wearing - that reveals the gaping disconnect between her interpretation of an equal struggle and reality.

Plus, she seems resistant to telling him what she needs or expects, but is quick to point out what she doesn’t like.

I’m not sure how/if this’ll help with crimson and clover, but yeh… just my 2 cents!

OMG what invigorating and insightful thoughts you've laid out!!! So much to think about; love your introspection!

It's interesting; in earlier seasons we aren't sure what exactly the Pogues know or how aware they are of the extent of things. Like how horrified they are during the hot tub scene, it kinda seems like one: maybe it's escalating in real time, and/or two: it's the first time they're starting to realize how bad it really is. I know that's one glaring hole that the fandom has spoken about - just that there's not a lot of discussion/acknowledgement surrounding JJ's traumatic home life and the Pogues.

But by season three, there's a palpable shift at least from Kie to acknowledging JJ's trauma and wanting to be there for him. Yes, there is a certain layer to it that she may not ever understand, but she definitely seems like she tries to and wants to, in my opinion. I love how she just continually reminds him they'll handle it together, she loves him, she'll help him, etc. because she's not saying she knows his experience - simply that she's always there for him no matter what, that he's worth loving/deserves to be happy. Her patience with his behavior S3, knowing he was just pushing her away because of his trauma, was the most beautiful display of unconditional love. It actually makes me so feral thinking about it 😭

This: "but I don’t know if Kie has realised that to him even an ounce of affection would be worth fighting for." ksjdfskd yes, JJ has a totally different view when it comes to wanting affection/love from a parent, however destructive it may be. But I think it's so interesting for both of them to weigh what's healthier/what should happen in terms of cutting ties vs. trying to mend fences. LOTS to unpack there!

Regarding her not explaining her needs - I really think she was trying not to put that on JJ right now. I think she's trying to be the strong one and help him shoulder the weight of it all, and genuinely just be there for him without expectation or agenda. But I really hope to see her allowing him to shoulder some of her pain as well/receiving some comfort/having her needs met in S4. Hopefully I can portray some of that in this fic! 😬 I know we've said before, it's JJ's turn to show more affection and how much he loves Kiara. Yeah, we got some of him pining S1-2, but S3 was very much focused on Kie's affection for him.

AND LISTEN THIS HAS HELPED ME SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!! The analyzing and discussion gives me SO MUCH INSPIRATION - I'M SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU AND YOUR SUPPORT!!!! ❤️

#god we really could write novels on jj and his trauma couldn't we #some of it's the writing and a lot of it is rudy #the show really wants to give them meaty backstories #but then we get the gold instead of more follow through #crossing fingers for S4 #jiara #ask #my asks #lovely anon #diana answers #crimson and clover #jiara fic #jiara fanfic #jiarafic #obx3 #obx4 #jj maybank #kiara carrera

[mental-health-advice]

Hi, i’ve been needing some advice so I download tumbler to see if I could find any here. I am & have been struggling with my mental & emotional health after I was cheated on late last year. I have tired everything to help me heal. I cannot seem to find anything that’s helped. I do not know how to cope with the betrayal in a healthy way at all. I forgave him & decided to give him a second chance. We have been trying to better ourselves & our relationship. But I just can’t move on from what happened. It constantly haunts me & im constantly dealing with many emotions at 1 time. I am still very much hurt & we have talked about the situation a hundred times. I get in my feelings often about it & just don’t know what to do with these feelings when they come up. I feel very little & worthless sometimes. I feel embarrassed because of the things I feel about the other woman. She is constantly on my mind & I am constantly comparing myself to her. I lost any & all self esteem I had because of this & it has made me very insecure. I don’t know how to make my mind stop these thoughts. I love him & I know he has been trying to change, but the betrayal was so deep to me I don’t know if i’ll ever be able to trust him again, even though I want to. I’m not sure what to do anymore. If you have any advice I would be very grateful to hear it.

Hey there,

Being cheated on must have been really hard for you, as it would be on anyone. Consequently, it only makes sense that it has affected both your mental and emotional health!

When someone has cheated on you it can be really hard to mend the damage that has been caused and especially for the one that was cheated on. It sounds like that both you and your partner have been trying so hard to mend this damage that was caused and to strengthen your ties with each other to make a better and more stronger relationship. This is really good work and it shows how much you both love each other and this is also clearly evident in the fact you trying to talk through what happened, how it made you feel and all the emotions that came out from him cheating on you.

With all this being said though, and the fact that you mentioned that you still don’t know if you will be ever able to trust him again, is it worth to keep working on your relationship with him?

You mentioned that the betrayal he inflicted on you was very deep and without me telling you what to do, I am concerned about the reasons why he did cheat on you in the first place and why he so badly wants to fix the relationship with you? For example, does he feel guilty and bad and so consequently doesn’t want to hurt you anymore and so feels if you both work through the betrayal then he won’t hurt you anymore, that in a way he may be able to pretend like he never cheated on you to begin with? No one can ever know the answers to these things but what I do know is that you shouldn’t stay in the relationship if you don’t feel able to trust him, are not happy in the relationship and are feeling so insecure that you keep comparing yourself to the other woman.

In the end, the choice you make, whether you stay in the relationship with him and keep working on fixing things with him or not is completely up to you. Don’t let him influence your decision though, this is about you, not him, try to take him out of the equation and focus on you and what would make you happy again.

I know that this isn’t a clear-cut answer for what you should do but I do hope it has raised some points for you to think about to help decide what would be best for you to do and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and hope that you are going well!

Take care,

Lauren

#mha-lauren #advice #advice blog #mental health advice #anonymous #being cheated on #relationship #trust #feeling in secure

[the-new-hip-priest]

So much is happening all at once.

Processing is haaaaaaard. There's so much I want to say but it's like my brain just doesn't have the power (how you doin', long covid brain fog). I started my new job. I've been working for three weeks now and it still isn't sinking in. Ever since I got into a car accident at the end of April, I've been actively tuning out my base thoughts and feelings in favour of going with the flow. I can get through *~the present moment~* but every emotion I push down bubbles away inside until the pressure is too intense and I can't stop crying and making a general tit of myself. Then I have to be responsible again so I force my brain into screensaver mode, and do my best impression of a functioning adult until it's safe to take my mask off and resume panicking. It's all so new to me. In the last 15 years I have worked at two McDonald's stores, a jewellers, a very brief stint in a two dollar shop, and was an office administrator for a respite camp. Collectively, that's just under three years worth of employment. I spent at least four years in education, and the remaining eight years completely debilitated by mental illness and a developmental issue.  

So yeah, on some level I understand that this is a reasonable reaction for someone like me who spent so many years suffering and struggling to get my foot in the door of society and find any sort of employment. Now I support two women to live as independently as possible and it honestly doesn't feel like work most of the time. BUT STILL! I feel like I should be grateful and cheery about this change in circumstance but I'm just scared, sleepy, and dopey. If I'm not working then I'm always a little bit drunk. If I'm not drinking, it's because I'm trying to nap (which my cat finds highly offensive. He goes out of his way to prohibit my rest at all costs). I have my hobbies but I do them in a daze if I do them at all. Most of the time it feels like I'm watching myself through a foggy bathroom mirror. My movements are all automated response. I haven't felt much like going out because I need so much time to recover from, I'unno, just being? Change is hard even for neurotypicals, it's especially hard for autistics.

It's taking me so long to get these words out. I'm actually quite concerned about this cognitive decline post-covid and I don't have a GP any more (but that's a sad story for another post). Writing is one of my most valuable therapeutic outputs and I feel so bogged down without it. I do lots of colouring and zen patterns these days because writing takes up so much energy. I have to get these things out before they consume me, again. My days are spent working or in anticipation of work. It took me four months to get a haircut and I'm currently rocking two months worth of regrowth. My periods changed after vaccinations, and changed again after infection and it really fucks with my self-esteem. I used to get a few each year. Now I get it every two weeks. Every menstruating person I've talked to about this has also experienced a change, but no one seems to be doing any research beyond noting the phenomena.

I don't have a conclusion paragraph. It's finally time to bleach my hair.  

[hops-hunny]

Stories That Are Told

Pairing: Tarrant “Hatter” Hightopp x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: (Y/n)’s so used to being the background character in everyone’s story that she forget she can be the main character in her own.

Warnings: Slight angst but majority fluff!

A/N: I love this man with my whole being omg pls

Stumbling into Wonderland with Alice had been a wonderful thing for not only Alice, but (Y/n) as well. For Alice it was an escape from all the things she didn’t wanna do and would never wanna do. She wasn’t forced to marry some sod of a guy who’d make her miserable for the rest of her life or to be the proper lady she was expected to be, but instead she got a taste of freedom. And although it was an escape for (Y/n) as well, it was an escape of a different kind.

In the other world, with it’s dreary skies and monotonous patterns and cycles, (Y/n) lived a very humdrum life. Her family had never been as fortunate as Alice in any ways of the sorts, it was a miracle that they were friends to begin with. Alice’s father had been friends with (Y/n)’s since boyhood and because of that, he always made sure they knew they were welcome to anything of his that they wished. And while (Y/n)’s father had never taken advantage of that from the way Alice’s mother treated (Y/n) and her family, it wouldn’t be hard to think otherwise.

When Charles was still around, she hadn’t done anything out of line. The older woman always kept to herself, occasionally having an afternoon cup of tea with her own mom. However, her true colors and feelings came to light after the passing of her husband. During the next few months after her husband’s absence, the (L/n)s were there for Kingsleighs. Although they didn’t have the funds to help them monetarily (for they also didn’t need it), they offered their labor and services to the two as much as they needed. Farm work, house cleaning, garden maintenance. Anything you could think they had done. But as soon as Helen was well (as well as you could be after losing someone so dear) , she had forbid them from coming to their property. She didn’t believe her and Alice should associate with people of “such low stature” because it didn’t “align with their image”. But that had never stopped Alice.

Anywhere Alice went, (Y/n) was always there by her side right along with her. They practically went everywhere together and that hadn’t changed since they arrived in Wonderland. (Y/n) was grateful that she had chased after her friend. It was like she knew something would happen. Afterall, crazy things always happen when you put two curious girls together for more than a moment. The friends they had made since they arrived were nothing short of lovely. She knew her sister would describe them as odd characters and disturbing individuals. Telling her to stay far away from them and to not associate herself with those types. But what was wrong with being odd or even disturbing? The only things worth doing in life were a bit odd and disturbing and if that made her peculiar than so be it. 

For the first time in her life, she felt as though she belonged. Sure, it wasn’t her story nor her destiny to be here as it was Alice but that did not mean she did not appreciate Wonderland for what it was. The story had never been her story, not here, and certainly not where they were from. Alice was the main chat and she was the topic that would get trickled in after. 

“Everyone has a part to play, (Y/n). Even if it is not large or as set in stone, each person’s role is necessary for the story to progress, even yours. You’ll see.” the words of that tricky caterpillar replayed in her head over and over again whenever she had a moment to think. What had he meant by that? Was her story not more than to be here in support of her dearest friend and the latest edition to their friends? Was she not just a tool in the scheme of things? (Y/n) had never known people of lesser importance as herself to contribute much of anything big to a legacy as large as Alice’s! 

From her end of the table, she watched as Hatter threw his hat high into the air before it landed on his head causing everyone to erupt in a jostled mess of laughter and cheering. She smiled fondly from a far. Tarrant was a kind man. No matter what was going on or where they were, he always had a way of making her feel included. That’s just who he was. He had known what it was like to feel excluded from things and the last thing he’d wanna do is be the cause of that for someone else. But it was nothing more than his nature, that’s it.

“You know, you should just tell him how you feel.” a velvety voice sounded from beside her ear causing her to jump. The (h/c) haired girl glared at the purple cat, reaching a hand to swat him away but he disappeared once more before appearing on her other side. “He watches you often, even when there is not many around to see. But I always do of course.” The Cheshire cat said in a sure tell tone. The girl scoffed at him, shoving another small pastry into her mouth.

“I’m not in the mood for one of your jokes today, cat. So if you’ve come to mock my feelings during my 2nd to last day in Wonderland, I wish you well and send you off.” she huffed out, crossing her arms across her chest, turning her gaze away from him back to Tarrant who was already looking at her. The Hatter gave her a secret wink and a smile before turning back to the March Hare who seemed rather frazzled about something. Or perhaps excited. But once again, the grinning cat appeared in front of her face once more.

“Silly girl, you ignore the plain truth in front of you? I can see why you and Alice get along so well, both of you can be quite foolish. Oh well, the story isn’t over yet after all.” and with that he was gone. What did he mean by that? The story was clearly over. Alice had done what she set out to do. The Jabberwocky had been slain, the White Queen ruled once again, and all had been made well. And what was with everyone with stories? Not everything you can do will always be a story and not every story comes to an end. She decided not to dwell much on it. This was her last night she’d ever spend in Wonderland and she’d rather like to keep it in good memory.

So when the White Queen offered her a hand to dance she took it, their dresses swaying in the wind in oppositional unison. They all danced with one another, twirling, laughing, and having a grand time. The entire time the smile never once left (Y/n)’s face which a certain hatted man enjoyed with all his being.

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“I can’t believe you’re leaving today. It seems as if it was only yesterday when you arrived.” the girl swiveled around to see the red head there, a bittersweet smile on his face. His smile grew once she turned to face him. Removing his hat, he bowed as he grabbed one of her hands placing a delicate kiss to the top of it. “I am delighted to have known a woman as graceful as you.” hot tears sprung into her eyes which she quickly got rid of before he stood up. Giggling some she hopped onto the large sit swing, motioning for him to join her.

“Don’t get sad yet, Hatter. I’ve still got a few hours left. You can’t rid of me that easily.” he joined her on the swing, a wide grin still on his face. Although it was partly real, she could tell there was some sadness lingering behind it. (Y/n) turned her gaze to the sight in front of them. From the large benched swing, you could see just about all of wonderland over the edge of the cliff. “Besides, there’s not much to miss. I’m just me.”

“And ‘just you’ is a lot! I’ll miss everything about you. The way you mimic the bird calls you hear, the way you get excited when the rock you skipped across the water goes further than you imagined,” she looked at him in shock as he continued to speak, “E-even the smaller things like how you leave the crust of your sandwich for last and give your crumbs to the ants. But I think more importantly I’ll...I’ll just miss your presence.” he said the last part softly, staring off the edge of the cliff to avoid her gaze. A million thoughts raced through her heads as he spoke. Could it really be? Could he really share the same feelings as she did? (Y/n) reached a shaky (s/c) hand to lay on top of Hatter’s pale one, intertwining their fingers.

“Hatter, I've got something to tell you. During my time here in Wonderland, I’ve enjoyed every second I’ve had with everyone. But more importantly, I’ve enjoyed my time so much with you and I believe it’s only fair to share with you that my feelings I have for you go beyond those of normal friendship. I guess you can say I’ve grown...quite mad for you.” his head whipped to face her as he stared into her eyes, tears welling within his own. He flashed her another smile except this one was genuine, filled with the love and warmth he had shown her the entirety of her time in Wonderland.

“(Y/n)! Alice sent me to fetch you. I’m afraid it’s time for the two of you to head back.”

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After a lot of shedded tears, heartfelt speeches, and goodbyes that were nothing short of wholesome, it was time for the two to head home. Alice patted (Y/n)’s shoulder before holding her arm out for her to grab. As they neared the portal, (Y/n) turned around once more to stare at her friends but when she got to Tarrant, her heart began to break. The gaze they held with one another was long until she simply couldn’t take it. Without thinking she ran up to him once more, grabbing his shoulders tightly.

“Hatter, Tarrant, I need to know how you feel. I couldn’t live with myself if I left and never knew.” he shook his head, looking away from her as he tried to stop the waterworks that were withheld behind the dam. Hot tears streamed down the delicate skin of the girl’s face. “Hatter...please.” her voice was broken as she begged.

“I believe I wasn’t honest myself either. I am completely enamored by you, my dear. I wish I had said something sooner but even though I couldn’t, I’ll always hold a special place for you in here.” he said, placing a hand over his heart. Standing on the tips of her toes, she leaned forward placing a quick peck to his cheek.

“What if it isn’t too late? What if I stayed?” she started, watching as he shook his head, “Hatter listen! You may think I’d regret if I stay but I think I would regret even more not following my heart the first time it’s ever tried to tell me something. Nothing would make me happier than staying here with you...that is if you’d allow it.” a silence fell over as everyone awaited his answer. Without another thought Hatter leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and sweet. Filled with a silent promise, a silent vow to care for her as deeply as his heart will allow. 

“I do not know what I did to get so lucky, but I would do it again if needed.” she felt herself grow flustered at his words. A quick peck was placed on his lips before walking over to Alice once again. The blonde had tears of her own in her eyes. She was glad her friend had found something to fight for, something to call her own. But also for the first time in many years, they would not see each other everyday as they once did. They both stared at each other before throwing themselves into each other's arms, laughing in unison as bittersweet tears fell.

“Good luck. Make sure you put your foot down. You’re Alice! You listen to no one and march to no one’s drum but your own.” Alice gave her a curt nod.

“Take care. We’ll meet again, do not doubt it.” 

Although Alice’s story had seemingly come to an end, it seemed as though (Y/n)’s story was just beginning. For once she wasn’t the side character in someone’s tale, but the main character in her own.

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