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help-im-a-gay-fish · 3 years

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It's A Long Road to Recovery.

(post Dark-Cream story)

"How's the water my Love? " Cross asked, dipping the tips of his fingers into the bath.

"perfect" Dream replied sinking slightly deeper into the water. The warmth wrapped around his bones and felt amazing on all the aches and pains.

"you got it just perfect"

The guard smiled wide "I'm glad to hear that, soak as long as you want, you deserve it"

The two had returned to the place they called home and Cross had drawn his beloved a bath. If Cross had it his way, he would have attempted to create a full spar treatment to pamper the bruised guardian. However, Dream had been more then happy to have something simple and the way he sighed as he relaxed in the water filled Cross with warmth.

It was so good to be home, even if it was mostly just a void with some rooms and things, it felt like home now. Though Cross wondered, with no anti sanses did that mean that him and Dream could settle down? They were engaged after all.

That thought make him smile wider. it had definitely been a long journey, but now that it was over him and Dream could finally be together. A family.

The gloopy mass had mostly washed off him now, though his joints where not completely free of it. Sadly, the lack of gloop now revealed just how damaged Dreams body was. There where huge cracks running across many of his bones and many bruised and stained areas. Then there was his eye.

Cross was trying hard not to look at it, but he didn't want Dream to know he was. Of course Dream was still beautiful, he always would be, but that didn't make it easy.

The wound was large and caused Cross to think about how it must have felt for him during the transformation. He hadn't seen the whole thing, but the sounds of Dreams bones splitting and his cries of agony became present in his mind whenever he looked at the eye.

It made him shudder to think of the pain he must have, and still was in.

"how's the" he started glancing away "the.... Eye?"

Dream sat up a bit.

"it's fine.... Mostly numb really"

He could sense his partners concern and didn't want to tell him the whole truth. It was painful and throbbed slowly, especially when touched. It threaten to hurt for a long time, not that it was a punishment he didn't deserve.

As soon as he was done in the bath he'd have to bind it.

Dream felt no shame in Cross being there while he bathed. He knew he wanted to stay in the water for a few hours, and those where hours that he wanted to spend with Cross. So therefore he'd asked Cross to join him.

The guardian stretched, wincing slightly as his back bones slid together. It ached and probably would for quite a while.

He pressed his fingers into the crook of his elbow joint, sighing in relief as more of the gloop stuck there gave way. The slime had dried and jammed up most of his joints, making him feel stiff and useless. It would take hours to clean, but it seemed like the warm water was helping it give way.

Taking a breath, he ducked his whole head and body under the water. Laying there under it for a few moments to soak, before resurfacing for air.

There was a trickle as Cross continued to flick the surface of the water with his fingers. Dream lent forward to shake the water from his skull and felt a sharp pain in his back. It didn't last very long but it was quite a surprise so it caused him to suck in air quickly through his teeth. Cross looked up straight away.

"Dream!?"

Dream took a breath and slowly moved his body back so he was lent against the bath again. The pain stopped.

"j-just moved to fast.... It will be fine, Nightmare said the first day was the most painful"

"right" Cross said, still concerned but with a slightly harder tone. "Rest...."

"I will Crossy, if Night was able to run, I'll be able to take care of myself" Dream replied, trying to sound reassuring.

He scooped up some of the bubbly foam from the waters surface in his hand and blew it in Cross' direction. Cross batted it with his hand in a playful cat-like fashion.

Dream smiled, seeing Cross acting playfully with him, it had been a long time since they'd been able to just exist as a couple. He would have continued to blow bubbles at him, but an intrusive thought ruined the momentary joy and it made him freeze.

" ¿Estaba él en este dolor?" he asked quietly. Cross glance sideways at him.

"hm?"

"Nightmare..." Dream clarified "......was he....is he in this pain?" Cross sighed.

"Dreamboat, you need to focus on your own recovery" he said, once again flicking the bath water with his fingers, though slightly more aggressively.

His tone was firm and slightly bitter "I know you worry, but he has Killer"

Shifting his legs around a bit, Dream sighed. He knew his partner was right, he shouldn't let himself worry about Nightmare to much, they would be in contact in a few days.

Yet he just couldn't help it. If he was in this bad of shape after a few months, then how bad would it be for Night after hundreds of years.

"but what if he-

-just drop it!"

Startled at Cross' tone, Dream flinched slightly. He wasn't used to Cross speaking to him like that and he didn't like it.

He narrowed his good eye at him and the soldier sheepishly looked away. Dream sensed shame from him, but also anger. His emotions were a mess.

"sorry i just meant-

-You're still thinking about what he did to you....."

Cross' shoulders tensing confirmed to Dream that he was right. His expression softened.

"Cross..."

"it's not just what he put me through" he said, still avoiding Dreams gaze "it's what he did to you... And heaven....." his voice trailed off and his eyes watered slightly.

Dream felt his soul twist as the memories flooded in. Feeling suddenly very cold, he lowered his legs deeper in the water.

Cross squeezed his eyes shut and shook the tears away. Before opening his mouth to keep speaking, but closing it again.

"oh.. Cross" Dream said, reaching forward in an effort to comfort him. But he soon lowered his arm when Cross continued to speak.

"I know he's your brother... And I know you want to reconnect with him...." he swallowed and turned back to his lover. "I'm not gonna stop you... And I'm not going to hold a grudge, I just need.....

".... time" Dream said finishing Cross' sentence. Cross nodded in response.

He felt selfish just saying it

Even if Dream seemed to understand he still felt bad.

The reality of everything was still catching up with him and it was a slightly rough reality.

He'd been on happy to see his beloved gloop free and happy, that he'd completely pushed aside any kind of confrontation he'd had in mind for Killer or Nightmare.

Both had serious partaking in his pain and he hadn't realised how much he resented them until now.

But the reality that had just hit him was that Dream was going to reconnect with with his brother and if Cross was going to be Dreams husband then Nightmare was going to be a part of his.... Family.

"........"

That thought hurt.

Dream stared at his partner for a long time, as Cross watched the water flicking under his fingers. Cross' emotions were very negative, Dream knew he needed to say something.

"it's ok Mi Soldado, you aren't the only one. .."

Cross looked up at him again.

"I may have forgiven him in my head, but I still need to forgive him in my heart". He struggled to keep his voice steady.

"I-it's been so many years"

he bent over his knees and hugged his legs tightly.

"just like my face, there are a lot of cracks to heal..." he'd sighed "it's not just you"

Cross' emotions calmed slightly and he relaxed at Dream's reassurance.

"Its going to be a long road to recovery Crossy, for all of us"

Cross gave him a soft smile, and reached forward to cup his soapy cheek.

"I'll be here every step of the way" he said in a gentle tone.

Dream melted.

He leaned over to catch Cross in a kiss and the soldier happy obliged. It was a soft and affectionate kiss. Something that they had both been needing in that moment.

After pulling away Dream sank back into the water with a sigh. For the first time in a long time, he felt that things were going to be OK.

So here I am was another little bonus Dark-Cream scene. I came up with this recently and sketched it out. I wasn't originally gonna finish it but @zu-is-here asked me to so I did. I'm not really 100% satisfied with it you know? The bubbles was horrible to draw, I'm proud of the water and the bones though. The writing was just a cute Scene I came up with. Because it can't just be all fine and dandy can it? Nightmare put them both through hell and everyone needs time to heal. Idk if that makes sense? But I hope you enjoyed.

Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and jokublog

Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii-gallery

Based off the Dark-Cream ship by @zu-is-here and the comic by @zu-is-here

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belle-keys · 3 years

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Incoherent thoughts about A Court of Silver Flames (2021) by SJM

Do not expect this to be a critical, unbiased review at all. Eet just ease what eet ease. Spoilers ahead laddies.

*unwanted preface*

Okay, so like, you know those things that are neither objectively perfect nor unproblematic yet you love them and are attached to them anyway? Yeah, this is me with SJM’s writing. See, I been with Sarah and Throne of Glass since March of 2015 and with ACOTAR since the summer of 2015 when I was 13 and honestly, ACOTAR in particular occupied a decent portion of my formative teen years. Eventually, when I was about 16 I sort of ended up getting distracted from YA books and went into my thot and kpop era. A main reason for this is that I found ACOFAS particularly disenchanting. This ain’t about that book (sigh) but let’s just say as much as I was still attached to and in love with the ACOTAR world, I was still able to get very annoyed by the decreased quality of the writing and also the evident projecting Sarah was doing onto Feyre with regards to her own life and experiences (ahem). No, the lack of developed POC in the book had nothing to do with it ironically.

So basically, since the spring of 2018 I haven’t read any SJM yet I never fell out of love with the books either. I’ve sworn off TOG after whatever the hell EOS was, but ACOTAR was always more special and close to my heart by tenfold, honestly. See, the best day of my 2016 was the day I found out ACOTAR was getting the extra 3 novels and 2 novellas. ACOFAS was a dumpster fire but I was actually surprised to really, really enjoy A Court of Silver Flames while it obviously has a couple (multiple) sus facets to it. The susness aside, I thoroughly felt at home reading Nesta’s book despite how irrational that might sound. No, I’m not here to say the book was objectively good but I’m here to say I still enjoyed it despite my love-hate relationship with SJM and her writing. :( :( :(

That being said imma still roast tf out of a couple aspects of it. :)

*the susness*

Aight wbk that SJM like, projects a lot onto feyrhys right. I’m not even gonna deny it. Like as horrible as it sounds, when feyrhys were, like, struggling as a couple and shit in ACOMAF, that’s when I loved them the most but then the shitstorm that was ACOWAR hit and they couldn’t go without boning every two seconds or calling each other mates and shit and basically every character in the book started kissing their asses (except Nesta) to the point where they were infallibly good and powerful and everyone’s heads were lodged up their asses... I got PISSED OFF then, right.

Now, in ACOSF (is that correct?), they were side characters and, gratefully, that romance between them was toned down. But here are some things concerning feyrhys and the Court of Dreams that irked tf out of me, and the implications that they had for Nesta (who is perhaps one of the baddest bitches ever) had me feeling homicidal towards the IC:

Every single time Nesta said shit about Rhys and then Cassian got mad I wanted to SCREAM like yooo let her roast tf out of him like yeah I get Rhys lowkey did a lot for her both directly and indirectly but cmoooooon not everyone needs to be riding his dick like the man HATED Nesta from the get-go. I loved the idea that someone in the book lowkey abhors Rhys just for the TEA it gave me. Like yeah, okay Cassian, I get that he’s your bro but he can SUCK NESTA’S DICK also like my girl is a DEATH GOD.

Here me out: the Inner Circle completely dehumanized Nesta, they completely disregarded her personal autonomy and caged her in which is ironically the very behavior that was villainized when Tamlin did it to Feyre. First of all they restricted her movement, they made decisions FOR her, they withheld from her knowledge about her own powers, they decided what’s best for her and acted like she was a rabid dog the entire time. Only Cassian and Azriel seem more blameless in this regard, but the level of scorn and abohorence and moralizing Feyre, Elain, Rhys, Amren and Mor did towards Nes made my blood boil. At the end of the day, the Inner Circle did the VERY THING they hated being done to Feyre. Whatever happened to the freedom they professed? The autonomy they decided all members of their court deserved? That was all bullshit, or was this switch-up SJM’s way of creating justifiable conflict between Nesta and the Inner Circle... either way, there was no closure about this and the way they dictated Nesta’s behavior whilst completely mistreating her imo.

More on Nesta’s treatment - okay listen the way the narrative had every character acting like Nesta was fricking scum and for WHAT??? Okay, she didn’t hunt when Feyre and they were poor, she was bitchy, she hates the Fae... okay, why is Nesta still being punished for her mistakes like this by the Court? Does their forgiveness only apply to those in their clique? They’re acting like her drinking and sleeping around and her general bitchy behavior is sooooo toxic when they ALL coped with their respective trauma in questionable ways in their centuries of living. And the narrative never condemned them for this behavior either... like cmon they had an “intervention” about Nesta like if she needed to reach a certain moral standing to be lovable or something. Seems to me that only Cassian was willing to love her, bruises and all... “There’s nothing broken to be fixed. You are helping yourself. Healing the parts of you that hurt too much - and perhaps hurt others too”. But as beautiful as that it, it seems the IC see Nesta’s healing as her “redemption arc” when I never saw her as a villain or monster to begin with. They acted like she had to become deserving of their acceptance. Bullshit.

No cus more on this... Cassian is the only person who defended Nesta, the only person that wanted to help her heal and grow when everyone else wanted to fix her. He was the only person who was kind to her from the original trilogy (i.e. not counting Emerie and Gwyn). He stood up for her and I’ll gush about them in the next section, but the dynamic between Nesta and the IC was the least enjoyable aspect of the book for me. It was clear SJM wanted to spur Nesta towards the path to healing yet only figured out how to do so whilst only keeping feyrhys as the nucleus of this arc, and so she had them force Nesta into her “special journey” (because she loves them so much, cus they’re sooooo perfect right *rolls eye*), yet, the narrative didn’t quite condemn them for their toxicity towards Nesta at ALL, even towards the end. The good thing is that Nesta did not become an ass-kisser throughout the story and laud them for “helping her” every waking second. Only Cassian didn’t shun her for her inner negativity but embraced her. And Az was pretty cool too, can’t hate him.

Ahem, the ending: okay, I’m not even capping, but I hated that Nesta lost her power for feyrhys. I get that she genuinely did it out of love and shit and I’m not even gonna lie, the thought of feyrhys dying had me on the verge of tears cus as much as I hate them, I also love those bitches. Yet, the culmination of Nesta’s power was, what?, to save feyrhys. This way, the narrative put Feyre at the center of Nesta’s narrative towards the end. And Nesta lost that Death God power that she basically EARNED in that Cauldron. This is the biggest flaw of the story. She fought against her own power to give it up... for Feyre. Like??? What??? Why was that baby arc even necessary????? Why was Nesta giving up her power necessary to fulfil her healing arc which was the POINT of the book??? Like what?????? It left a sour taste in my mouth. No- an abhorrent acidic bitter taste in my mouth.

Elain. I CANNOT STAND THIS GIRL. She completely abandoned Nesta and for WHAT??? For Feyre??? This only served to reiterate from the narrative’s POV that Nesta was scum and again, idk WHY. And also, why tf does this girl mistreat Lucien like this??? LUCIEN AKA MY FAVORITE CHARACTER???

I just don’t get how the narrative reiterated that Tamlin is the worst of the worst when you got Rhys hiding shit from Feyre, hiding knowledge of Nesta’s power from Nesta, all of that. Like, was the entire point of ACOMAF not for Feyre to embrace her power and become her best self? Rhys never for one second tolerated withholding Feyre’s power from her. So why tf does this apply to Nesta? Cus she’s unhealthy? Okay... so what??? Why villainize her like this and imply she’s undeserving of her power and a waste of life??? I’M LAUGHING SO HARD RN LIKE WHERE DID THIS EVEN COME FROM??? What did my girl do that was sooooo bad that yall needed to treat her like this. Tell me why feyre and amren and varian and rhys all acted like Tamlin in this book. Cardi voice WHAT WAS THE REASON. I AM SO MAD ABOUT THIS CUS THEY ACTED LIKE THE FRICKING MORALISING SYCHOPHANTS THEY CLAIM TO HATE.

Like bitch??? They’re like those youth pastors that reiterate how broken and messed up people with mental illness are? Acted like Nesta screwing guys was the worst thing ever when they should have embraced her? Like I get she would push them away but really??? “Waste of life”???

So we gon gloss over how Amren was insisting Nesta shut up about the baby business to Feyre (aka hiding shit from her)? How she was implying that Rhys should conquer all of Prythian? Hear me out, even as someone from a Caribbean country that was colonized by the whites, it actually doesn’t bother me when the theme of conquest comes up, like, this is a fantasy novel and colonization does not exist within the same context for me. That being said, like, it felt as if the narrative telling me lil Rhysie is just sooooo perfect that he needs to be High King. Like, I respect the fact that Rhys has no wish to do so. Homeboy never seemed to care for conquest beyond ensuring his Court’s prowess and safety so WHAT WAS THE REASON AMREN??? Like? What kinda crack was Amren on this entire book???

The worldbuilding... listen, the politics and history felt all over the place, felt incoherent and flat honestly. Didn’t bother me as much as it did in ACOWAR but it was just *meh*, not good. Not horrible, but not great. I preferred the world when it was directly the result of Beauty and the Beat and East of the Sun, West of the Moon.

The Fae have lost their *magic*: no cus what I loved about the first book was that the Fae were one with the Courts and felt very fleshed out in terms of their powers and shit, but now only Eric and Lucien and Tamlin and sometimes Rhys have that same magic for me. Like... the sensuality of the Fae in terms of their actual Celtic roots, that which felt whimsical and immersive in the first book, feels lost to me. I can’t explain it but I feel less nuance and orthodoxy in their portrayal. However, I DID love this one line featuring none other than the loml : “Amid the pink and white blossoms, the cold-faced Autumn Court heir looked truly faerie - as if he’d stepped out of the tree, and his one and only master was the earth itself”. LIKE I SALIVATED THAT IS MY MAN.

*good stuffs*

Okay let’s talk about the smut like I didn’t like the word choice as usual like quit with the euphemisms and say cock and goooooo. That being said like, okay, I like how she set up the physical dynamic between Nesta and Cassian cus the sex wasn’t some big romantic climactic build-up like how it was in acomaf like they were being NASTY from the get-go and I respect that drip. Like she did not cap on how porny the smut was and thank God it wasn’t some cliche romantic honeymoon type shit, like it was almost on the ao3 level of smutty goodness. All it was was missing was coarse language and hard kinks but in general, I liked the Nessian smut in this book more than the feyrhys smut in particularly ACOWAR and ACOFAS, like Nessian just do not cap.

Listen... you see that whole part when Nesta was like imagining how awesome it would be to dance Lucifer’s Bachata with Az and Cassian? Yeah, my girl just let her thoughts run wild. Like Nesta makes Feyre look naïve. Like you know how Tumblr porn in 2016 used to be with the aesthetic type shit? That’s Feyre, but Nesta is like on Pornhub level and it’s so fitting I was YELLIN lowkey. I feel like less importance was placed on how meaningful the sex and shit should be in the book and I respect that.

YOU SEE WHEN NESTA TOLD FEYRE ABOUT THE BABY!!! I WAS CHEERING HER ON. No cause they were being so nasty to Nesta especially Amren and then Feyre entered with all of her moralising shit like honey you KNOW damn well what you’re doing to Nesta is what you hate being done to you. Like damn right tell her, cus I could not STAND the double standard.

The whole training the women thing was a nice touch. It was kinda corny but also sweet. That being said, I laughed so hard when I realized how this entire book was Nesta’s quarter-life hippie rebirth where she learns to meditate and work out and read romance books and face her inner demons like this is some real New York college shit. All that was missing was a Starbucks.

Cassian. Man I love this man so much. No like he displayed peak dilf behavior. I think his attractiveness isn’t based on his bravery or his hotness but his humility man. Like he’s not a thot, he’s respectful, yet tough, yet contemplative. He’s contented with his life station yet wants to always be a better person yet is such a strong rock who really loves Nesta not despite her flaws but because they are part of her. I love the way he stood up to Rhys a lot, he didn’t shame her when she was awful to him, and he is protective (annoyingly so sometimes) but he really wanted her to empower herself. Their relationship isn’t perfect (I’m not in the mood to dissect the problematic aspects rn) but they were so sweet together and I didn’t expect to like them as much as I did back when they were lowkey a thing in ACOMAF.

The mates thing didn’t bother me cus I saw this shit coming since 2016. Yes, it’s cliche and annoying but the mates status also, like, has no meaning to me so it is what it is. Didn’t think they NEEDED to be mates but I was happy that them being mates wasn’t the core of the novel and it was secondary to Nesta’s individual healing journey.

Prepare for me to get sappy but another reason why I loved this novel was because it was a story of healing. :( :( :( The road to healing and growth in the emotional sense is always beautiful to me despite how flawed it often is when SJM writes it. I just felt really immersed in the emotional woes and eventual growth of Nesta despite my issues with the book and this is perhaps one of the main reasons that I found it beautiful, because healing as a theme is always beautiful and raw.

More of Nessian but like their relationship feels so real and raw too. No, cus like, it wasn’t tinged in as much fictitious idealism as feyrhys’ relationship was. They weren’t all stupidly in love and seeing each other in the universe and shit, like they just made each other happy and weren’t portrayed as the perfect soulmates who were each other’s yin and yang and whatever thank the LORD. Them having each other’s back was enough and ughhhh Cassian was just so sweet and such a good trainer and so aloof yet passionate like I been waiting to see more of him since ACOMAF so yayyy.

Okay... that scene where Rhys kneels to Nesta and she embraces him. yes. YES YES YES YES YES that shit was the shit that made my year like I want this man to be in her debt for the end of time like this hoe saved yall like big strong high lord better bow to the “witch” like I could hear angelic choirs at that scene like Rhys doesn’t just yield to people so easily so like, it was just kinda epic okay. Little bitchass Rhys with his perfect little river house and emo boi clothes stfu hoe.

No cus I love how Nesta told Cassian she didn’t wanna hear about Feyre’s special journey or Rhys’s special journey or Mor’s like I got fed up of people acting like they epitomized “good” and the “good path” to self-discovery when they can choke on a baguette as far as I am concerned.

*shit no one except me probs cares about*

Eris. So here is the thing. Since 2015 in ACOTAR when Eris was Under the Mountain being all red-headed and cunning and sexy and evil I have been obsessed with him... well, the idea of him I had in my head and how delectably abhorrent he seems (I like villains and side-characters okay). Maybe it was just his name (Eris is a hot name shut up) or the idea of a rich, cunning fox-faced prince in the same universe appealed to me. Either way, I actually never expected by favorite cameo-character to become... important. I’ll die on the hill of loving him. Here is the thing... I don’t want him to be good, in the same way I did not want Rhys to be a good guy in ACOTAR either. I don’t need him to be a secret angel, I don’t need him to be sweet and good like Rhys always was apparently. Honestly, I want him corrupt but likeable and pertinent to the story. That being said, I really want him as the main character for one of the upcoming novels sooo bad like please PLEASE let me see the autumn court and it’s two-facedness please like if not Eris then Lucien as the main character please.

Lucien... aka my fave character since the first book man. Mannn, SJM does homeboy so dirty like I have always loved Russian fables and hence, I am so ready for Lucien x Vassa x Jurian in the Vasilisa retelling with the firebird trope and Koshei. NO CUS in 2018 I was finna write a 100k word fic about this but then I forgot about it no cap, I still have the story plan in my Onenote actually but let us not reminisce. See, my ao3-loving ass wants an angsty poly relationship and also a hot Koshei I have been waiting YEARS for this you hoes, ever since Elain got the premonition of Vassa as a firebird in ACOWAR like God please please please give it to me and make it feyrhys-less as well yasss.

I lowkey wanna suspect Eris is gay and Mor, also gay, knows and that’s why she lowkey kinda tolerates him now. Yet, I cannot be sure and yeah I just wanna say that I kinda want that arc lmfaooo (my ao3-self is showing shut up).

No cus I was TEASED by only seeing a glimpse of Vassa and Jurian but THEY SHALL HAVE THEIR TIME I KNOW IT.

Tamlin living as a beast is so interesting to me. He’s a side-character now but ughhhh he was so mystical and interesting as our good ole Beauty and the Beast beastie like it’s sooooo mysterious and alluring how he’s becoming his own villainous legend like I still care about Tamlin’s blond ass self despite everything.

Give us the snowball fight scene you coward.

I just gotta say Nessian could outsmut Feyrhys any day and that makes me proud.

FRICKING AZRIEL like first of all Mor doesn’t NEED to come out until she’s ready but she gotta let the man down nicely some other way so he can move on. I do not like Elain. Never did. I still do not. I do not, frankly, want a whole novel where she and Azriel fall in love and she rejects Lucien like... okay, I DO want her to reject Lucien so he can be with Vassa at the very least but also I am not interested in Elain’s POV rn. BUT I WANT AZ’S POV AND LIKE WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO I WANT MY EMO BOI TO BE HAPPY. This is so frustrating cus Az is a walking DILF right and so, what am I supposed to do now.

I kinda miss the Spring Court just a little. It’s pretty shut up. It got that Zuhair Murad fashion too.

Umm like, what the hell is up with that business with Helion being Lucien’s dad? We need more on this which is why I want a Lucien POV book goddammit.

Yoooooooo yall remember that bitch from ACOWAR who hybern was finna kill and she had a name and everything and then there was some foreshadowing and shit? What’s up with her? Like I can’t even remember her name lowkey but yeah what’s up with that. Was it something like Briar or Briannon or somthing???

Is Mor getting a book? Like deadass I need the Lucien and Vassa book, I need the Eris book, I need the Mor book and I need the Azriel book. Damn. Been waiting 6 years for some of this shit.

Okay that is all for now. Yes, this book has problematic elements at every level but I still loved it yet also hated some things about it. I won’t read House of Blood and Earth nor will I finish the TOG series but I guess I’ll stick with this series which remains near and dear to my soul despite what people gotta say about it. It made me happy and that’s what matters. Nesta is a huge ass inspiration to me as a character and I still wanna see her make the Inner Circle’s life a living hell uwu. I admittedly got HELLA emotional reading this story because it’s nonetheless super meaningful to me even at age 19 and it’s really powerful for me as a comfort book, and I look forward (a little) to what this woman put out next... sort of.

Signing off! Don’t @ me (okay you CAN @ me but idc).

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itsamejin · 4 years

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the one that got away || hendery angst || part 2 (finale)

Part 1

Summary: Some days you don’t regret the decision to leave him, but most days you do.

Warning: self-hatred, insecurities, mutual pining

Genre: angst, fluff, mutual pining

Pairing: Hendery x reader

Premise: You two broke up and that should’ve been the end of it, but he sends you a message and all of a sudden it isn’t.

Commission Request: @iron-lix

Word Count: 4,164 words

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hey, its guanheng. just got your new number lol, wanted to know if you would like to catch up sometime and talk? Idk… just text me back if u want to

You were tempted to delete it, bury it in your trash bin along with all the other concerned messages Guanheng sent you before you blocked his number. It would’ve been the right thing to do, to end any sort of contact before you could hurt yourself further. Insecurity nagged at the back of your brain, yet you find yourself texting him back anyway.

if you want

Short. Simple. Enough to get the message across, but not enough to make him think you were desperate. Did you come off as desperate? Please, don’t make him think-

omg

u actually replied!!

how are you???

and im free on sunday

do u wanna meet up then?

The bombardment of texts brought a sad smile to your face. It really was him. It was Guanheng. No person used question marks as liberally, no person sent that many texts consecutively. You hesitate to answer. Too much could go wrong for you to risk seeing him again. You could break down in tears and be left in the dust, similar to how you had left Guanheng just a year earlier.

You convinced yourself that there was nothing left to talk about, there was no more closure needed. You two broke up cleanly and it should stay that way.

i’m doing fine, and yeah i’d love to :)

Your thoughts contradict your actions and you find yourself burying your face in your hands, frustrated at how easily you agreed. What the hell was wrong with you? You blocked him for a reason, you wanted to get over him. Agreeing to “catch up” with an ex wasn’t getting over him. You would only end up missing him more after all was said and down.

What made you think that you deserved to see him after all you had done?

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At a small cafe on the outskirts of Macao, you reconsider every decision you made that led up to this point. You fiddle with your fingers, wondering why you even decided to paint your nails like he’d even pay attention to them in the first place. You scratch at the polka-dotted dress you wore, cursing at yourself for wearing his favorite color- pink. You purse your lips, regretting putting on such heavy makeup to hide the dark circles that formed underneath your eyes from the sleepless night you had. You couldn’t get a wink of rest knowing you’d see his face again after so long.

You should’ve just stayed home, should’ve just blocked his number as you did all those months ago.

“Hey,” a gentle voice calls out, interrupting your negative thoughts. “Wow, I can’t believe it’s actually you.”

You look up from your lap, Guanheng staring at you with the brightest smile on his face. He takes the seat across from you hesitantly as if he still wasn’t sure he came to the right table. No one recognized him here in this reclusive cafe, but he still couldn’t find it in himself to relax. Especially with you in front of him.

“It’s been a while,” you smile sadly. Your voice was shaky and Guanheng noticed. He noticed everything.

“Did you order yet?” he asks, equally nervous, but with a large grin on his face. His hand reached out to grab a piece of paper on the table thinking it was the menu. Sadly, it was not. You giggle slightly at his awkward expressions as he slid it back to where he got it from.

“That’s the placemat,” you inform him. “They were planning to give us the menu when you came.”

He cringes at himself. ‘Why do I always find a way to fuck things up?’ he cries in his mind. Guanheng thought he could’ve introduced himself more smoothly.

“Y-yeah,” he scratches the back of his head. “I probably should’ve known that.”

You two sat in silence even as the waitress planted the menu on the table. You let Guanheng order for you, surprised he still remembers your favorite drink. You wonder if his stayed the same too.

“...and I’d like a black coffee,” he smiles widely, bidding the waitress goodbye. He sees the small scowl etched on your face, but doesn’t quite know why. He used to never drink black coffee. It was too bitter for him and he always overreacted when the liquid would touch his tongue. You couldn’t believe that had changed in just a year- just like him.

You inspect his face blankly as he chatters about something nonsensical, trying to fill in the silence that you had left him with. Guanghen’s hair is shorter now, trimmed in a way that highlighted his boyish features perfectly. He wore a dress shirt, cuffed at the elbow. He wouldn't have been caught dead looking so suave in the past, opting for comfortable hoodies and beanies so ill-fitted that they hid his eyes. You were looking at Hendery, a version of him that existed on magazine covers and photo cards. You clutch the ends of your dress. See [Y/N]? He’s fine without you.

He stops his talking when he notices your lack of enthusiasm. You used to love hearing him talk, but you looked at him with such emptiness that he wondered if his voice was grating in your ear. He stares at you too, a sad glint in his eyes. Your face, although beautiful, was tired and sunken. You had a dullness in your complexion. You no longer glowed as you used to when he was yours- or to put it in terms that he liked better- when you were his. You shake him out of his own wallowing thoughts.

“How’s Korea?” you ask, knowing he had been promoting there recently. You hear from his friends that he loves it there, that the European-esque streets of Macau got too boring for him. He liked the hustle and bustle of Seoul, the capital of entertainment and fast-paced living. “Your new album doing well?”

Guanheng is happy that you asked, afraid you had lost interest in his work after the breakup. He was so afraid you had lost interest in him.

“It’s been great!” he nods thoughtfully. “We’re planning something soon, so I only have a week here before I go back. It’s been hectic...”

You purse your lips. It must be rough on him, only getting to stay with his family for such a short period of time. Guanghen must miss it- all of this. The city, the humidity, the people... maybe not you, but maybe the memories that came with the relationship. You sure miss it too.

“How about you?” he breaks the silence, noticing that your glances were drifting off somewhere else. “Anything interesting going on in your life?”

You shake your head and give a fake smile. He hates seeing it. Guanheng would prefer for you to curse him out than for you to act fake towards him. It’s like you couldn’t let your guard down with him... and he used to be the only person you let your guard down with. This wasn’t how usually were, but then again, he hasn’t seen you in a year. Could you have changed so drastically that the sight of his face made you that uncomfortable?

“Nothing notable,” you sigh, staring past him rather than right at him. “I’ve been thinking of moving out of Macau for a fresh start, you know? Somewhere new...”

‘Somewhere that doesn’t remind me of you,’ you say silently to yourself. You see a flicker of a pained expression, but you get distracted when the waitress delivers water to the both of you. You stir the water with the straw, glad you found another distraction to keep yourself from making eye contact with Guanheng.

“I wouldn’t have an excuse to visit,” he says teasingly, but you could feel grit in his tone. “if you weren’t here.”

You blink rapidly, not quite registering his words. What was he saying?

“What about your family? Your friends?” you question. There were a lot of things that came with this city, it’s not like you were the only one living here. You figured you’d be the last thing on his mind these days. Guanheng just shrugs.

“They visit me often,” he sighs. “But you don’t. You never visit.”

He gives a sad chuckle, sipping from his cup lowly. Your mouth opens, but not a sound comes out and so you close it again. How were you supposed to respond? Guanghen sighs at your silence.

“You blocked my number.”

Your heart cracks at the sound of his voice. He played around with the straw, refusing to look at you. He sounded... sad and you wondered if the reason for his sadness was you. Weren’t you usually the reason?

“Guanheng-” “You don’t have to say anything,” he stands up straight, a panicked look on his face. He realized then that he made the atmosphere even tenser than it already was. “I’m not here with any other intentions except to talk to you. I know... I know that...”

He couldn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t know how to without sounding desperate. ‘[Y/N] I know that it’s been a year, but would you like to start over even though you might not have feelings for me anymore?’ Yeah, no way he would be caught dead saying that out loud- not when you looked at him with such emptiness.

“What’s wrong Hendery?”

You wonder why the person with the brightest smile in the world had such furrowed brows as he looked into your eyes. And maybe that was your first mistake. Calling him by his stage name.

“Hendery?” he scoffs.

“I’m sorry,” you say a little shocked at his angry expression. “Did I overstep-”

“Why would you call me that?” he asks with sad eyes. “Why are you treating me like I’m a stranger?”

Your last chance at getting closure and you had said something wrong that made him uncomfortable. You blew it, didn’t you? Of course, how could you be such an idiot?

“I’m so sorry I didn’t-”

“Hendery,” he repeats, still shocked at your words. “You never call me that. Not even when we dated.”

Dated. Past tense. He wasn’t yours anymore and you needed to accept that. Guanheng was right there telling you to. You were out of your mind for thinking this was going to turn out like you expected, that he would walk back into your arms without hesitation.

“I can’t do this,” you say abruptly, standing up from your seat. “Guanheng I’m sorry it was a mistake even meeting up with you.”

“[Y/N]-”

You walk past the table, feeling bad for the cafe workers that were oblivious to your sudden outburst. You took out your wallet from your shoulder bag, setting down cash to make up for the food that hadn’t arrived at your table. The worker stared at you with large eyes.

“Ma’am-”

You were already out the door, tears threatening to spill over. Guanheng came to talk, came to have a chat with an old friend that happened to be his ex-girlfriend and all he got was an awkward conversation that showed how broken you were without him. You walk and walk, missing the bus stop that you were supposed to wait at until you hear rapid footsteps behind you.

“[Y/N] wait-”

Guanheng wraps his fingers around your elbow and pulls you to face him. You couldn’t bear to look at him, staring at your feet rather than his face.

“Just let me walk you to the bus stop. It’s dangerous for you to walk alone,” he says, the hand that was on your elbow was shaking. “I’m sorry for acting weird back there. It wasn’t even something serious and I freaked out over nothing-” “No,” you say shaking your head, pulling his hand away from you. He felt empty now that you were out of his reach. “I was the one that overreacted.”

“Don’t,” he says sadly. “Don’t apologize to me.”

You finally gather the guts to look up at him directly, but you regret it almost immediately. You notice up close that he’s still the scared kid who couldn’t believe he was called in for an audition by a massive foreign company. It makes you want to embrace him, comfort him from all his worries, and tell him that it’ll be okay. Except it isn’t. It hasn’t been for a while.

—

Under a flickering streetlight, you sit at the bus stop’s bench with tense shoulders. He sits farther away from you, careful of the watchful gazes from the public and any sneaky cameras around patiently waiting for him to mess up.

“I miss taking bus rides late at night,” he admits, not looking at you in fear of people watching. “It feels different somehow.”

You smile sadly.

“Yeah. We used to ride one from school together.”

He nods, biting the inside of his cheek. Words used to flow naturally when he was with you, but he had to go and mess it up at the cafe by feeling offended over something that was trivial. So what if you called him by his stage name? It's been a year since he’s last seen you- of course, you’d have been more cautious about what to call him. He was stupid, so hopelessly stupid.

“I miss the rivers too,” he mutters. “I miss those overpriced boat rides tourists would pay for.”

He chuckles sadly, reminiscing of a time when you had gone with him. When you were his and he was yours.

‘Most importantly I miss you,’ he thinks to himself, but he balls his hand into a fist before he could say anything else. You hated this, hated that he always held back before saying the most important thing.

“Guanheng,” you start, heart beating rapidly from your chest. “Why did you want to see me?”

His eyes waiver and you could see it glisten in this light. Did you say something that made him uncomfortable yet again?

“I just,” he swallows, not finding the right words, “wanted to see if you were doing okay.”

“Why?”

“Because,” he replies, “I feel like you’re doing fine.”

‘Without me,’ he screams in his head. Guanheng doesn’t notice you bowing your head or the tears that had started to form in your eyes. He was too caught up in his own tears that threatened to spill over, but he convinced himself to hold it in.

“Well, I’m not,” you broke out with a cry, already knowing you were past looking pathetic. You let the tears fall onto your lap. He doesn’t notice at first, but Guanheng snaps his head to you, no longer caring about his surroundings. He slides closer, patting you on the back.

“What's wrong?” he asks worriedly. “Did I say something again?”

“No,” you say, looking up at him and he swore his heart sunk at that moment. Even when you broke up with him your eyes never looked this hurt. Guanheng didn’t even know he had that effect on you anymore. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Well obviously I did if you look like this right now,” he says angrily, more at himself than at you. He wipes away the tears from your eyes, but it only made you wail harder. He was still so good at comforting people, still so gentle. You wished that he wouldn’t stare at you with such caring eyes and give you false hope- hope that he wanted you back just as much as you wanted him. It wasn’t right to be feeling this way when you were the one that broke up with him. You had no right.

“I’m so sorry,” you cry out, holding onto his arms to steady yourself.

“What are you sorry for?” he asks worriedly. His eyes, too, were turning red.

“For ignoring you when you needed me most.”

A silence falls between you two and his grip on you tightens. This was a conversation you two should’ve had a year ago. He didn’t quite know why it was being brought up now, but at least now he can ask what he’s been dying to figure out.

“Why did you block me?” he questions solemnly. “Why did you agree to be friends and then just cut me off like that?”

You purse your lips.

“I’m sorry for-”

“Please,” he begs, hands letting go of you. “Answer me just this once.”

You try to gather yourself but fail miserably. How could you when this was potentially the last time you’d ever see Guanheng again?

“I was scared,” you answer truthfully.

“Of what?”

You take a deep breath and sigh.

“That you might hate me.”

Guanheng tips your head to face him, a serious look on his face.

“I’d never hate you.”

He looked at you with such softness- the kind you haven’t felt in so long. At that moment you could trust him, at that moment you felt like everything would be okay.

‘It’s alright if he does,’ you think to yourself. If he hates you then fine, but you needed to tell him one last time. Then there’d be no regrets. Maybe then you’d have the guts to finally leave, start anew in a place that didn’t remind you so much of him, but that’s probably impossible to do because Hendery was the sun itself, and you were just you.

“I still love you,” you whisper solemnly, “and I hated that you let me go so easily when it was so hard for me to let go of you.”

His mouth falls open and you swear you see hurt in his eyes, so you turn away. Regret always came after your worst decisions.

“You thought I let you go easily?”

A stray tear had fallen down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry I-”

“Stop being sorry,” he pleads. “I hate hearing you apologize when it was my fault too.”

You look up at him, confused.

“I should’ve fought harder for us,” he continues. “I should have told you that I loved you back then and that I could’ve made it work. I can’t believe you thought I was okay with breaking up. I said we should stay friends just so I could have an excuse to talk to you again and you kept ignoring my texts and I thought I was being annoying and-”

He always used to ramble a lot when he was anxious. Guanheng takes a deep breath and puts your hands in his. The bus was not coming anytime soon.

“What I’m trying to say is,” he mutters. “I still love you too.”

You shake your head, refusing to believe his words. He just felt sorry for you, he didn’t mean-

“I tried dating other people,” he says matter-of-factly, breaking your heart a tiny bit because you hadn’t. You never tried to venture past him because it had always been him, always.

“Guanheng, why-”

“But it just didn’t work out,” he cuts you off, swallowing his saliva nervously, “because they weren’t you.”

You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off again.

“I sent you text after text asking you to take me back,” he sighed sadly. “But I never sent them because I knew you wouldn’t even see them anyway. I told the guys about you and they said it was a lost cause, that I should move on.”

“But you didn’t,” you whisper, touched by his words. Guanheng shakes his head.

“I didn’t,” he smiles as he intertwines his fingers within yours. “And maybe it’s messed up to say this, but I’m glad you didn’t either.”

You laugh with him, the tears dried by now. You look at him, his eyes crinkling so beautifully as he smiles.

The bus came seconds after under the flickering street light where you two share a chaste kiss. His lips tasted the same and you can’t help but grin.

It was still him. It was still Guanheng.

—

He walks with you, his hand bumping into yours one too many times that he just held yours in his. It didn’t feel real, being so close to him again. Maybe you had gone through hurdles to get to where you two were now, but at least he was back where he wanted to be- by your side. You two talk about anything and everything and let a comfortable silence fall in between you two when there wasn’t a need for conversation.

Guanheng asks you what you watch recently. Netflix documentaries. You ask him what songs he listens to nowadays? You cringe when he says Justin Bieber. He laughs when you laugh, walks at the same pace as you, calls you pet names. It’s like he never left, but you knew that in a week from now, he will leave. And maybe you’ll go back to wallowing in your own sadness again.

You’re already at the steps leading to your house, but he refuses to let you go, so you let him inside. He smiles at the lack of change.

“My stuff’s still here,” he says in awe, picking up the small robot figurine that was propped up on your coffee table. You fluster at his words.

“I didn’t have the heart to throw them away,” you mutter. He smiles at you.

“Do you still have my clothes here?” he asks. You panic.

“Oh, do you want them? I can go-”

“So I can stay the night then, right?” he asks seriously. You wonder if he thinks himself a comedian. You punch him in the arm with a puff of your breath.

“We haven’t even seen each other for more than a day and you-”

“Not like that,” he chuckles, realizing what he had implied with his statement. “I just want to sleep here. With you. Innocently.

You stare up at him, unconvinced.

“Aren’t you worried that I’ll get kidnapped?” he whines, giving you those puppy dog eyes that you missed so much. You miss him so much.

You click your tongue at him, walking to your bedroom as he follows right behind. You scathe through your closet, pulling out the comfy clothes he always wore. You could never admit to him that you’ve been sleeping in them for the past year since he was gone. He takes them from you.

“Then I’ll go change,” he says with a cheeky smile. You roll your eyes, getting dressed for bed as well. Guanheng takes a seat on your bed and lays down next to you. He watches you silently for a while before he starts stroking your hair.

“Move to Seoul with me,” Guanheng jokes casually. You take him seriously for a second, but notice the Cheshire grin on his face and decide to play along.

“I don’t know anyone there,” you pout, squeezing his hand lightly.

“You know me.”

You roll your eyes.

“You know that’s not enough,” you scoff. “I need a job, I’ll miss my family and-”

Why were you taking this so seriously? Your face heats up with embarrassment. How could you let yourself be carried away by his simple teasing?

He smiles at you, patting your head softly.

“Then, I’ll just keep coming back to visit, I guess,” he replies. “Unless you’re still planning to leave?”

You pondered for a bit. You did need a change of view, a change of pace. You had spent a year in this apartment wallowing in self-pity. It wouldn't be so bad to move somewhere new, would it?

“If I go to Seoul,” you start off hesitantly, “What does that mean for us?”

He looks at you, confused. The atmosphere had turned somber without him noticing.

“What do you mean?”

You hesitate to ask, still confused as to where he stands. Dating an idol was hard, you knew that. Did he?

“Will I be your girlfriend again?”

He scoffs.

“I thought that was a given.”

You smile, but there was a hint of sadness in your eyes.

“I’m not good at being there for you, Guanheng,” you admit. “I have so many flaws and you have to put up with so many of them-”

“You put up with mine,” he says, inching closer to you. You shake your head.

“I’m not a good girlfriend.”

He shoots you a glare, pulling you into his arms and burying his face into your hair. Guanheng hated in when you talked about yourself like this.

“You don’t have to be,” he says. “I want you to be [Y/N], not just my girlfriend. You just have to be okay. I want you to be okay.”

You feel the prick of tears in your eye and nod into his chest. You need to trust him. You have to.

“I’ll try,” you say, drifting off into sleep. “This time I’ll try.”

And this time he won’t let go.

—

A/N: Super hard writing this because it’s been like uhhhh more than a year, but I’m glad I got to do it. Thank you @iron-lix for commissioning this and being so sweet and patient. I hope this was up to your expectation! Check out her blog for cute WayV fics!

I’ll be starting on my drabble game after I finish my last two commissions. Writers block is starting to get to me guys, so I’ll try to pace myself better in these next few days. Again thank you to everyone for being so kind in your messages and asks to me. I really feed off the positive vibes, you guys really know how to make me feel special T^T

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mouth full of white lies {Machine Gun Kelly} 2

2. i been fronting that it’s just for the summer

Summary: So you’re together, sort of, and it’s great! Everyone seems to be convinced, that’s not the issue. The issue comes when you fly to LA for filming, and you decide to stay with Colson, but the room only has one bed. And the paparazzi crash your first “date”. And he kisses you and your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest, which is not supposed to happen because this isn’t a real relationship! But it’s fine. Probably.

A/N: So bare with me, it’s a very long chapter. Also, pretend the Tunnel of Love remix by haroinfather came out before 2018 and not in 2019. Enjoy.

the brainstrust: @sataninsatin @silvertonguedserpent @juliarose21 @kellysimagines @estxxbritt @machine-gun-casie @harringtonstudios @misscharlottelee @narcvissa @hiworlditishumbleme @angelwarner28 @nevilles-insinuations @rumoured-whispers @mgkobsessed @edwardtriggerhandzz @suckerforbarnes @wastelcve @bakerkells @local-troubled-writer @freddiessmallnipples @oopsiedoopsie23

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It feels like you’re braced for impact when you walk into rehearsals the day after you release the video. Douglas has already seen it, of course he has, he messages you minutes after it’s posted.

[Dig Doug: Not gonna say I Told You So, but im glad you’re happy. 🦆🦆]

It gets you to smile, despite your anxiety surrounding the whole situation.

“Now what?” Colson asked after the video was posted, sitting next to you on his bed. The duvet is so soft, and somehow the whole situation is so inherently soft. Maybe it’s that you’re both in hoodies and sweat pants. Maybe it’s that you’d just told the world that you’re dating. His eyes are so blue.

You phone goes off.

His phone goes off.

Both of you have Twitter muted, but even so, it needed to let you both know that you were getting a lot of mentions.

“Now we’re dating,” you say, flipping your phone over, while Colson picks his up, opening Twitter and beginning to scroll through his mentions. Where in the Hell were you meant to go from here.

“Alright, cool; you wanna get pizza or something?” He asks, simple as that, and it’s now you seem to realise that you’ve been so stressed from everything that had been happening that you hadn’t been remembering to feed yourself.

“Honestly, I’d love to.”

The next day, however, it’s the elephant in the room; the others don’t say anything, but everyone, even Douglas to some extent, was wondering how in the hell they had missed your apparent relationship. But it’s not awkward; you and Colson act the same as always, you take notes for Josy, and get coffee, and type away on your laptop.

They break for lunch, and you look up from your work only to see Josy making a beeline for you, an intimidating look of determination written all over her face. Ah, here’s where the interrogation begins. Glancing over your shoulder you see Colson shoot you an amused, if concerned look, glancing to Josy. In response, you shrug; it can’t be helped.

“We need to talk,” Josy tells you, steers you from the room, across the parking lot, into a whole new building, where she paces for about three minutes, unable to look at you, hands basically pulling out her hair, all of which amuses you greatly. When she comes to a stop in front of you, it’s as if you can see the cogs of her brain turning, her fingers steepled in front of her mouth as she tries to order her thoughts.

“You know you’re my favourite assistant in the world and I treasure our friendship, right?” She asks, and you fix her with a fondly exasperated stare.

“Of course, you see fit to remind me every time I bring you coffee -”

“Then why, my little duck, my little goose, apple of my eye, enchilada of my bosom,” she says with an almost poisonous sweetness, looking you directly in the eye, “would you date one of my actors?” And you have to hold back your laughter in the face of her sincere and rather angry confusion.

“Josy, please,” you start, and she already looks like she wants to interrupt, “I like him is all, okay? I won’t be a distraction -” you can already see her trying to protest, but you hold up your hand to stop her, “and he won’t distract me; if anything, it means there’ll be no outside distractions, hopefully.”

“[Y/N] you test me,” Josy sighs deeply, scrubbing at her face, “how long?”

This gives you cause for hesitation, because neither you nor Colson had thought to get your whole story straight the night before. He had ordered room service and you’d just talked about music until you finally went back to your own room. An oversight, sure, but you had been glad to have a plan, and were happy to figure out the details later.

“A few weeks -” when you say this, Josy makes a choked, wheezing noise, and you pause, “since... uh, since he took us around the city at the end of the first week.”

“Does Douglas know?”

“He’s not my handler,” you fire off reflexively, and Josy winces, a little sheepish, “but yes.” You paused. “Now.”

Josy lets the whole conversation slide with some reluctance, and she asks you to get her lunch from the deli a few blocks away. You agree, partially because it’s your job, but mostly because you’re just glad to get out of the building and away from her exasperated, judgmental stares.

He’s corrupting you. It’s what the media thinks. It’s what Josy thinks. And something about the assumption is already starting to get under your skin. But right as you start to get truly annoyed by the subtext she had been blasting you with, you hear your phone chime.

[Colson: am i gonna get The Talk from my AD later on? Ducky: wot Colson: like u no... if you hurt my daughter im gonna hurt you Ducky: Josys not my mom??? shes like 3 years older than me???? Colson: its a joke. chill ducky. everything alright tho? Ducky: told her wed been dating since that night i filmed a few weeks ago Colson: smart. everyone thinks weve been together since then nyways Ducky: you want anything from the deli? Colson: what Ducky: im at the deli. u want a sandwich? Colson: yeh sure. surprise me. maybe chicken idk. webber wants a chocolate milk Ducky: milks bad for vocal cords Colson: he doesnt care 😈]

It makes you laugh. He makes you laugh. It’s as easy as that; you’re still friends, it’s just that you spend more time together, are closer, when you go out for dinner with the cast, he’s invariably beside you. You’re both always on time to rehearsals, and he keeps sending you selfies from costume and makeup tests, and it’s going fine, great even, despite all the nasty DMs you were still receiving. Of course the supportive ones always outweighed the negative, and even the negative didn’t really bother you, because it’s not as if there was a real relationship in jeopardy, so it actually took a lot of weight off your shoulders.

Filming is set to start on location in LA after about a month and a half of rehearsals, and while the first month had primarily been working on scenes, the extra fortnight you’d been there had been almost consistently rehearsing as a band for eight hours a day, six days a week. The day before you’re due to fly off, the whole cast looks exhausted at brunch.

“Pass me the salt,” Colson yawns, half asleep with his head against the window of the cafe.

“It’s right in front of you,” you counter, knocking his knee with yours beneath the table.

“My arms don’t work,” he groaned, but he was smiling now, just a little. You look to the other cast members all enjoying their own respective breakfasts. Daniel’s on voice rest, despite the fact that they’re going to be using recordings of Motley Crue themselves for the actual film, they still want him able to perform covers for when they’re filming; currently he’s nursing a lemon and ginger tea with enough honey to drown a bee. Actually, Colson was the only one out of the four of them not to be drinking tea; both Iwan and Douglas both having ordered a cup with their breakfasts. Iwan was the only one who looked ready for the day, with the rest of them all slumped over in various states of exhaustion.

“Ducky, come on, please?” Colson actually whined, and you rolled your eyes, passing him the salt.

“You’re so needy,” you tell him, but your smile is enough to let him know that you’re joking.

“Why’re you called Duck, if I may ask?” Iwan asks, and you heave a sigh, knowing Douglas was already smiling before you even turn to look at him.

“Because when our parents first brought her home, all she did was follow me around like a duckling,” his tone is all fond, and he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a side hug despite your indignant noise of protest.

“Adorable,” Iwan grins over the lip of his cup. You just groan, and steal a bite of Douglas’ pancakes, though he doesn’t seem to mind, “have you worked much in the industry?” Iwan’s accent sounds like home, and despite how quiet and bitter he is in character, he’s rather bright and talkative as a person.

“Here and there; I actually spent quite a few of my teenage years as Doug’s assistant when he would be filming in London,” you say with a half-smile, “still a bit of a duck I suppose, but it looks good on my CV. I do odd-jobs on sets here and there back home, have been a runner for a few TV shows, but I don’t really go out of my way to be on camera, you know,” you shrug, before hearing your mistake. Both Colson and Douglas are already laughing, while Daniel and Iwan just seem confused. “Apart from, like, my actual job, you know? Like I’m on camera for YouTube, but not for a real movie or anything.”

“Well you seem very good at your job, we’re glad to have you onboard,” Iwan nods with a surprisingly sincere smile. Beneath the table, Colson’s hand is on your knee, and he gives you a small squeeze.

“I thought your hands didn’t work?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and Douglas almost spits his drink all over Daniel at the implication.

“Excuse me?” His eyes are wide as saucers and Colson’s quickly turning red.

“I said my arms don’t work but damn, call me out why don’t you?” He splutters, raising his hands in the air in mock surrender, with only mild wincing. It’s about now that you realise the assumption that your brother had jumped to.

“His hand was on my knee, Doug, I was trying to make a joke,” you explain, flustered, though Daniel and Iwan on the other side of the booth have collapsed on top of each other with laughter. You, Douglas, and Colson, however, are all equally mortified, and make a point to move so neither of you are touching as you finish your breakfast quickly.

“I just appreciate,” Daniel was still chuckling as you all left the cafe, as was Iwan, “that Doug genuinely thought Colson was getting busy with his sister at brunch, like, right next to him under the table.

“Nah,” Iwan actually laughs, his smile sharp, “they’re just really in character.”

“Hello! Hello and welcome back, ducklings! Today we’re flying all the way to sunny L.A, which honestly isn’t that far from Portland, but the production company was nice enough to not make us road trip it.”

The video starts in your hotel room, and follows you as you pack your things, and cuts to a montage set to some royalty-free music, of you heading to the airport, of the cast yawning. Your brother buys you breakfast at a fast-food restaurant in the airport, and you check your bags; a panning shot in the waiting area, of every single member of the cast and crew that are taking this flight on their phones.

“You look cute,” you mutter very quietly to Colson, who’s sitting next to you, scrolling through Twitter with a travel pillow squished up around his neck. He gives you a toothy smile, leans his cheek against the pillow, and winks at the camera.

The hotel you’re staying at is beautiful, all marble pillars in the foyer and beige and cream counters, and it feels like it might be too much. This is where the stars stay, and you? You know you’re absolutely not a star.

“Duck?” And there’s Josy’s voice, hesitant, about to tell you the jig is up, hand you keys to a water stained motel room a few blocks away. When you turn to her, she’s got two separate key cards in her hands.

“Yes, Josy?” You ask sweetly; it’s not her fault, after all, that you’re not a top-billed star.

“So corporate wanted to put you with some of the other crew, they’re staying in a place down the road - it’s really lovely, trust me, and if you want it we can still get you a room - but,” Josy glanced to the cards in her hand, before holding them out, one in each hand, “if you’d like to stay here, both your brother and Colson are happy to share with you.” And at this, your brain stalls, looking at the key cards being offered to you.

“Why didn’t they tell me this?”

“Because they’re already heading up, but they wanted me to let you know that the offer’s there.”

So it seems that in the three minutes that you were mooning over the architecture, and giving the guys their space, since you’d assumed you’d be staying elsewhere, both your brother and your fake boyfriend happened to mention that you’re able to stay with them if you want. Douglas is not a surprise; Colson is.

“How big are the rooms, I don’t want to -” you start, but Josy’s quick to cut you off.

“The size isn’t the matter; they’re big enough rooms, got really comfortable sofas from what I could see, but...”

“But?” You prompt, and Josy gives a smile.

“Of course, it’s all about what you’re comfortable with; you know Doug’s more than happy to take the sofa, I just know you and Colson haven’t been together that long -” And here it all starts to make sense, and you hope the smile you give isn’t nervous as you ask which key is which. You take Colson’s.

The elevator ride up to the cast’s floor has you wracked with nerves, which you think is ridiculous; you can sleep on the sofa, it’s no trouble, and he wouldn’t have offered the room if he hadn’t meant it. So why does the idea of staying in a room with him, with only one bed, have your heart beating so fast? You’d been teasing each other, flirting and being cute together, in front of other people, that was easy, but since the night you’d released the video, you hadn’t really been alone together. You hadn’t needed to be. It seems like all you can think about as you walk down the beige hallway to your room, on auto-pilot as you scan your key card and enter the room.

It’s quiet.

There’s the gentle whistling of wind that comes from the balcony, the overhead sun beating down on the pristine, Hollywood beaches. He sits on the balcony, plush armchair, smoking a joint with his shirt off. Inside, it’s all white walls and gold accents, his suitcase on the bed, already open the contents inside surprisingly neatly folded. There’s a door beside you that you’re pretty sure leads to the bathroom, and the room itself is spacious, with a gorgeous, gray sofa sitting off to one side, and a wall-mounted television on the other. Just for the moment, all the fears and anxieties in your mind vanish at the sight of this pristine serenity.

Quietly, you wheel your own suitcase to the sofa, and pull out your phone.

He’s stunning, like that, his feet up on the coffee table on the balcony, free hand tapping a lazy beat on the arm of his chair. You take a candid photo of him as he exhales smoke, and it catches the sunlight beautifully, with the water out of focus in the background.

“Can I post this?” You ask, and he jumps a little, not having heard you come in, before his concerned expression morphs to a genuine smile when he realises that it’s you. Turning the phone to him, you show him the photo you took, and he lowers his sunglasses to get a proper look at it. After a beat, his gaze flicks to yours.

“’course, it’s a nice photo.”

“You’re very photogenic,” you brush of his compliment with a smile, and he pushes his glasses back up his nose, looking out from the balcony.

“You crashing here?”

“If it’s not too much trouble,” you respond, and he actually laughs, though the sound is kind.

“Wouldn’t have offered if it was.”

Easy. Like everything else about him, it seemed, this was easy.

You caption the photo ‘the view from my balcony 😍’ and post it on both Twitter, and your Instagram story, tagging him in both, and you set about checking out the room’s facilities. It’s a normal, if fancy hotel room. Little bottles of soaps and shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom, TV with a bunch of standard channels, and a whole ton more that you could pay for if you wanted, it even had a set of cables so you could charge your phone, either side of the bed. The singular bed. Which Colson has clearly already claimed.

Maybe it had been a mistake to not board with your brother.

“I’m getting lunch, you want anything?” You call, needing to get out of your own head for a bit, wanting to explore the city a little. He’s quiet for a moment, then you hear a strained ‘yeah’.

“Gimme a moment, let me put on a shirt and I’ll come with you,” he tells you through a lung full of smoke, putting the joint out in the ash tray provided, tucking the other half in his pocket for later.

“You not gonna vlog this?” He asks, half smiling in the elevator, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Oh, shit, knew I forgot something,” you mutter, and you go to punch in the number of your floor again, but his hand catches yours.

“We’re coming back after, don’t worry about it.”

And, well, you don’t.

It’s easy to talk to him, you swap stories about life in the entertainment industry from two wildly different perspectives, and you find a cute and overpriced restaurant to have lunch in. All the while, you’re so aware of where you are, how there could be any number of people snapping photos of the pair of you. It’s not like you’re being overtly couple-y, you’d only been putting on this ruse for three weeks at this point, but he pays for your lunch.

“Oh, I didn’t realise this was a date,” you admit, a little surprised, a little flustered. He shrugs, eats the last bite of his burger, and smiles.

“Why not? We haven’t had the chance to go on one yet, let’s take it for a test drive. Do they- are boardwalks still a thing? Is a boardwalk carnival still a thing or was that just the nineties?” You’re actually rather taken aback by his suggestion, and can’t help but grin, picking up your mostly empty glass to swirl the ice at the bottom.

“Pretty sure boardwalks are a thing, not sure about carnivals on them, but we can check it out.”

You each finish your drinks and leave, setting off for the waterfront. Feeling bold, you tuck your arm in his, and enjoy the Spring-time sunshine. The boardwalk, as it turns out, is still definitely a thing, as are the kitschy carnival rides along it.

“I feel like a fuckin’ teenager,” Colson mutters under his breath, knowing you’ll hear it, “if we see a couple where they’re both wearing braces, looking like they just got out of school, I’m throwing myself straight into the ocean.” He informs quietly, and you snort at that.

“Not a fan of traditional cute date shit?” You ask, as the pair of you approach the ticket booth.

“Not in the slightest,” Colson admits through his teeth while trying to smile at the attendant. The attendant, who obviously recognizes at least one of you, is doing her best not to look like she’s staring. You each buy a ride pass and head in, and the girl tells you to have a good afternoon, with a nervous sort of excitement.

“This feels like somewhere I’d go with my daughter,” Colson looks doubtfully up at the ferris wheel that sat ahead of you at the end of the pier, looking more than a little perturbed, but his words struck you in a way that you hadn’t expected.

“Have you told her about us?” You asked, and he casts an unreadable glance at you.

“Listen, if we’re going to talk about... stuff like this, let’s at least do it somewhere a little more private?” It seems he, just like you, is acutely aware of how busy the little set of attractions is, and having already been recognized once, it’s almost certainly not going to be the last time today.

The gangly-limbed teenager working the ferris-wheel doesn’t even hide that he’s staring at Colson with hero-worship in his eyes, and he gives you a look over, followed by an approving, rather smug nod, before closing the door of the carriage. It makes your skin crawl.

“Why does everyone get to decide if I’m good enough for you based on my looks?” You hear yourself mutter, but Colson’s slinging his arm around your shoulders as the pair of you are raised steadily into the air.

“Who gives a shit? They’re jealous, and it doesn’t matter because we’re not really together anyways,” he’s got a point, but your expression is still downcast, and there’s a strange sadness settling in the pit of your stomach.

“I suppose.”

Once you’re high enough in the air that no-one from the ground should be able to hear either of you even a little bit, Colson sits back, lets his gaze drift across the horizon.

“I told Cassie about us, told her the truth.” He doesn’t sugar coat it, doesn’t try and explain his way out of it, when instead he looks tense, like he’s read to defend himself. You, however, nod, giving him an understanding smile.

“Of course, she’s your daughter,” you pause, and he finally looks back at you, and you think you see some hint of relief in his eyes, “I never expected for you to lie to her.”

“She’s a good kid,” he assures softly, “got a good head on her shoulders.” And now he’s turning fond, giving your shoulder a squeeze, “fuckin’ who knows where she got it, ‘cos it ain’t me.” Laughing a little, he’s surprised when you answer, voice soft and sincere.

“You’ve gotta give yourself more credit,” you tell him matter-of-factly, “you wouldn’t be half as successful as you are if you didn’t have a good bit of sense.”

“I knew there was a reason I was dating you,” he teases, pulling you in close, but you play along.

“Yeah, it’s that good sense of yours,” you returned, and he gave you a gentle shove. “Am I going to meet her at all?” You ask finally, and Colson gives another shrug.

“Yeah, I mean sure, she wants to come to set, so if you’re around you’re welcome to meet her,” his fingers are drumming lightly against your shoulder, “I should warn you though, she tends to vet any girls I’m getting serious about pretty hard, fake or not.” And yeah, you’re laughter’s a bit disbelieving, and though he sees the humour in it, he doesn’t seem to be joking, “she’s a good judge of character, and I’ll tell you now, I’m mad protective of her, but she’s mad protective of me too.” The thought of it is actually endearing, and you lean into him, letting yourself heave a sigh of contentment, glad to have talked this through.

“This would have been real nice to film,” he muttered, a teasing edge to his voice as the two of you stared out at the glittering ocean.

“Don’t even start,” you gave his ribs a shove, which only made him laugh, the sound warm and easy in the afternoon air, the sun moving slowly to the horizon.

Slowly but surely Colson was warming to the little boardwalk carnival. The two of you play obviously rigged games, and ride the rollercoaster that creaks ominously, and he even convinces you to share some fairy floss. He snaps a picture of you grinning wide and genuine as you offer him the treat, and posts it to Twitter with the caption ‘sweet’.

There’s a Tunnel of Love ride that Colson had adamantly refused to go on at first, but as sunset was drawing closer, he relented.

“I’m not a cliche! I’m not a fucking cliche!” He huffs, sitting beside you with his arms crossed, his legs so long that his knees came up almost comically. You’re filming on your phone for your Instagram story, and will later add at least two heart gifs, but for now you’re just obnoxiously singing the Tunnel of Love remix, thankful that you’re the only two on the ride at the moment.

“You so fucking cute, when I see you, I uwu, can you be my fucking boo? Can you be my sailor moon?” Hearing the smile in your voice, he turns to you, something about his expression softening as he sees the joy written all over your face that the camera can’t see, “and I don't wanna fight, I just wanna treat you right; I was aiming at your heart and I don't wanna say goodbye.”

He just laughs, and shakes his head as the ride takes off, fond adoration written all over his face.

The sun’s setting by the time you’ve ridden all the rides you wanted to, eaten all the candy you could possibly stomach, and failed at enough rigged games that you were about ready to call it quits.

“Hey I didn’t just wanna come here for the carnival shit,” he said, and you’ve got your arm tucked into his again as he steers you both to the edge of the boardwalk, where there was a set of steps down to the beach.

“Under the boardwalk,” you nod knowingly, which he parrots back with a smile. Beneath the boardwalk there was a gaggle of youth, looking slightly older than teenagers, some still in uniforms from boardwalk rides, some smoking, most looking intimidating, but when Colson asks them for a light, they seem to get much less hostile.

“Hey are you MGK?” One asks, and when Colson lights the half a joint he had from earlier, he nods. “Sick.” The kid nods sagely, before his gaze turns on you. “And you’re that Booth chick, aren’t you? I’ve seen you on Twitter.” It’s not hostile, it’s genuinely curious.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Eddie, that’s [Y/N], do you live under a rock?” One of the girls pipes up, decked out in black, with a thick piercing through her septum, and an intimidating amount of eyeliner. The boy, Eddie, flushes scarlet, and snaps that not everyone watches the same shit as her. “I’m Samara,” the girl offers with a grin, offering her hand to you, which you shake, more than a little pleased with their various reactions.

“I heard yous was boinking -” a third girl interrupts, wearing a boardwalk uniform and hitting a vape pen pretty hard.

“Emma!” More than one of them shout, though Samara is the loudest.

“Is boinking still the term?” Colson snorts, taking it all in stride, though he’s got an arm around you now, “Jesus fuck I feel ancient.”

“You are -” Emma interrupts, much to the rest of the group’s chagrin, but Colson just laughs.

“I’m twenty-seven you fucker!” He crows, and Emma cracks a smile, and takes another hit off of her vape pen. “Whatever,” he shrugs, “just tryin’ to show my girl everything LA has to offer.”

“So you come under the boardwalk?” Eddie asks, with a skepticism that made you all flustered at his insinuations.

“Can you blame us for wanting a bit of privacy?” Colson smirks, to which the group of youths all collectively ‘ooh’ at, and he gives your hip a squeeze.

“Try the one a quarter of a mile that way,” Samara points further down the beach, “less carnival, less people.” She winks, before adding, surprisingly hopefully, “but could we get like, a photo or something first?”

Of course you both agree, and among the group photos, you learn that they’re all working around town during winter break for college. Samara specifically asks for a photo with you, where she plants a kiss on your cheek, looking a little flustered herself, muttering a quiet thanks. You follow her back on Instagram, and she gives you this starry-eyed look.

“She’s got a crush on you,” Colson snickers as the two of you head down the beach, well and truly out of earshot of the others, and you smile, finally looking up from your phone, a little endeared at the young woman’s antics.

“Jealous?” You ask, loftily, and you expect him to laugh, but he goes quiet. When you turn to him, he’s regarding you with amusement, and something else you can’t quite identify. “Colson?” And you slow, now near enough to the next section of the boardwalk. As promised, it was rather secluded.

After a beat, he leans in and kisses you, soft and unexpected, but his lips fit against yours like you were made for each other. Leaning into him, you wrap your arms around him, letting him pull you close. Not exactly sure what triggered this, you’re just happy to lean into it, enjoying the moment. And then he’s pulling back, forehead resting against yours.

“You see the guy to our left who’s just left the group of kids under the boardwalk? Hawaiian shirt and expensive camera?” He asks quietly, and you glance out of the corner of eye, only to spot the exact person he’s talking about, you make a quiet noise of confirmation, and you keep up the ruse, hand coming up to cup his jaw, butterflies going ballistic in your stomach despite now knowing that it was obviously for show, “been following us for the past hour.”

“Fucking paps,” you hiss, but before your expression can sour, he kisses you again, gives you a squeeze, as if to remind you to put on a show of not noticing him. Much to your surprise, he bites gently at your bottom lip, and you let out a quiet but pleased noise that neither of you had expected, and when he leans back, he looks both surprised and kind of into it, what’s more unexpected is that the exact same expression is written all over your face too.

“Back to the boardwalk, uber back to the hotel?” You ask, resolutely not talking about what had happened, but still smiling and all up in his personal space.

“Love it, let’s get out of here,” and he takes your hand, and leads you back to the safety of the street. It’s the first time the two of you had kissed, not that you’d realised it in the morning, but it was good, you reflect, it felt like it made sense. If you’re a little more giddy than you probably should be on the way back, Colson doesn’t seem to notice, in fact, he’s grinning too, humming to himself.

There’s two posts, one right after the other on Samara’s Instagram story when you check it that night, after having briefly seen it in the uber on the way back to the hotel.

The first is a video captioned [gross thats my mom and dad] The video was pixelated as hell, and she hadn’t tagged either you or Colson, but you knew it was the two of you, wrapped up in each other, half a mile down the beach. In the background, her friends are arguing about something much closer, though one voice cuts through louder than the rest.

“Hey, Hawaiian shirt hipster paparazzi fuck! Yeah you! Give ‘em some fucking privacy!” And as the voice, who you think is Emma, shouts, Samara turns to focus the camera on the paparazzi Colson had spotted earlier, still incredibly zoomed in, capturing his sheepish, angry expression in all it’s rather pixelated glory.

“Fuck you kids!” He shouts back. Someone throws a can at him.

“Piss off!” Samara shouts, “we know you’re not taking photos of seagulls, cunt!” He goes to respond, but the group just starts chucking things at him. In the background, you can see yourself and Colson heading back up to street level, oblivious to what was going on.

The second post is a screenshot of a set of DMs between yourself and Samara.

@yourinstagramhandle mentioned you in their story

6:28pm

@yourinstagramhandle responded 😍 to your story @yourinstagramhandle: god i fucking love you guys, it was so great to meet you @unholy-samara-tin: 😅😅😅 it was the right thing to do lmao no stress he was a creepy fucker

It’s captioned [HOLY SHIT I’VE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN].

You get dinner with Douglas and tell him about your day, and he gives you this sweet, if a little smug smile.

“You seem very happy.” He says, knowingly.

“I am, it was a good day!” You tell him, and he hums, but won’t say anything else on the matter. The conversation is taken up mostly by excitement regarding the makeup and costume fittings that they have over the next week and a half before filming starts, and then it’s back to your own rooms. At your door, Douglas calls out to you, three rooms away.

“It’s strange to see you so grown up, duckling,” he hasn’t called you that in so long, not since you were children, even your mother had abandoned that nickname for the mildly less embarrassing ‘Duck’ in the past few years, and while it warmed your heart, you couldn’t help but tense in anticipation for some sort of gentle, sibling embarrassment, probably to do with you sharing a room with your ‘boyfriend’.

“And?”

“And nothing,” he shrugged, “never thought you’d become cool is all, a star in your own right, aren’t you?”

“Of course I’m cool, would you like me to give you some pointers?” You asked sweetly, and Douglas couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“I walked into that one, didn’t I? Anyways, have a good rest of your night, Colson and Dan have gone out drinking.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” you tell him, and the two of you finally go into your separate bedrooms. He’s right, of course, there’s clothes strewn all over the bed, and the shower’s been recently used, and the whole little place has a warm, clean smell, like the last mist of some spiced cologne was still lingering in the air. The only light on is one of the bedside lights, and the lights of the city outside twinkle brightly, though you can’t see many stars for the light pollution. You crack the screen door to the balcony open, and shiver a little, though you tell yourself it’s from the cold, and not because the rather comforting and clean smells were quickly dissipating.

You are alone when you try to fall asleep on the plush but desperately uncomfortable sofa, alone and struggling to pass out with the bedside light still on, not wanting Colson to have to stumble around in the dark when he gets back. You spend almost a full hour on your phone blocking people who send you nasty DMs, and responding to a few kind ones, and you post a photo of the roof just captioned ‘cant sleep’.

It’s just gone one when the door clicks open, and Colson steps in, pretty well coordinated, and trying to keep quiet. But then there’s you, staring back at him in the lamp light.

“Hey.”

Awkward silence.

“Why are you on the sofa?” He asks, hauling his bag from the bed, shoving his loose clothes in haphazardly, before patting down his pockets. “Sorry if I woke you,” it’s almost an afterthought, and he pulls out a box of cigarettes.

“You didn’t,” you tell him with a yawn that says otherwise, but you power through it, “and I didn’t want to intrude.”

He casts a dubious glance at how you’re angled on the sofa, but doesn’t say anything, and opens the sliding door wider to sit on the porch and have his cigarette. Without even hesitating, you join him, and your spine thanks you the moment you stand.

“Nice night?” You ask, sitting out on the balcony with him.

“Nice night,” he agrees, adding, “nice day all around.” And something about it makes your heart flutter. “You know you can take the bed; I’d rather sleep on the floor than have you get scoliosis.”

“I don’t think that’s how scoliosis works,” you say with a huff of laughter, but he just hums, “and you don’t need to do that, I’m fine,” you try to insist.

“You know you’re welcome to just share the bed, it’s fucking massive, I feel like I’ll get lost in it,” he actually yawns, takes another drag of his cigarette.

“So you want me to, what, ground you somehow?”

“I just wanna know that if I roll over in the night and there’s something solid there, that it’s your arm and not like, the lightpost in fuckin’ Narnia,” he tells you, and breathes out a lung full of smoke. You watch it hang in the air, pale and silver in the light of the moon.

“We’re gonna be in the tabloids tomorrow,” you tell him quietly.

“No-one reads tabloids anymore, we’re gonna be on like, those snapchat news things,” he says, and laughs but it doesn’t sound very amused. “Have you been getting less shit?”

“Actually,” you consider, “yeah, most of your fans are mad supportive when you ask them to be. What about you?”

“Your fans are cute, you know that? I was scrolling through twitter and I saw a whole bunch of photos of us like, photoshopped together,” he paused to chuckle, “some had flower crowns.” You can hear the smile in his words, and he seems quite enamored by the phenomenon. It’s a nice moment; he’s drunk and a little high and you’re exhausted, and you fall into bed like it’s a sitcom.

“Tell your spine I said ‘you’re fucking welcome’,” he tells you, and it’s so absurd that you laugh, even as you pull the covers up over you and snuggle in, comfortable as all hell, before turning the light off.

Then, there’s movement, and a loud ‘thwap’ as Colson’s hand comes to knock your shoulder, landing on top of the duvet.

“Narnia?” He asks, and you give a small smile in the dark.

“Just me.”

You wake in the morning to the sound of Colson’s alarm, or more accurately, his groaning at his alarm. And swearing. And muttered ‘fucking makeup tests’.

He’s dragging himself into the shower while you relish your days off, nose and eyes peaking out from the covers when he comes out of the shower wrapped in a towel. The two of you make direct eye contact before you mutter a flustered apology and flip away from him, though he doesn’t seem to know how to react, just quietly getting dressed. The rest of his morning routine passes mostly in silence, before you hear him open the door.

“If you wanna get like, lunch or dinner or something, lemme know, or I’ll let you know if the boys are organising something,” he tells you, and you call out a sleepy thanks in response. The door closes. Silence. You could go back to sleep, but you’re curious about the turn around time for paparazzi media, and you were not disappointed.

MTV’s snapchat story posted “MGK and New Boo [Y/N] Booth Caught Getting Steamy Under the Boardwalk” the headline.

The self-proclaimed ‘Rap Devil’ Machine Gun Kelly, best known for his album bloom, has managed to find himself locking lips with YouTube’s darling [Y/N] Booth, though you may know her best as the vlogger, and entertainment industry insider, DuckDuckBooth.

It seems new media’s hottest couple have finally landed in LA after their surprising hookup in Louisiana, set to continue working on some mysterious project that they keep hinting at, and they seem to still be going strong!

The pair were caught after a cute date along the Hollywood seaside -

[And here they’d entered your Instagram story, from the Tunnel of Love, as well as Colson’s Twitter picture of you with the fairy floss.]

- after meeting a group of fans, they found somewhere a little more private to get a little bit romantic in a way that 90s kids truly will appreciate; making out under a boardwalk. It feels like it should be ripped straight from a John Hughes movie set in Hollywood.

However unlikely this pair may be, you can’t deny that they’re cute together.

[And here’s those traitorous, and almost painfully HD photos of yourself and Colson, wrapped up in each other, that the paparazzi had taken the day before, though with the legs of the boardwalk, as well as the ocean and the sunset as your backdrop, the photos themselves are surprisingly stunning.]

“Fucking paps,” you mutter under your breath, and screenshot the photo anyways. If it’s your lock screen, well, it’s what any real girlfriend would do, right?

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #douglas booth #douglas booth & reader #The Dirt #the dirt imagine #the dirt cast #the angry lizard writes #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader

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KS [1] Thanks for the swift reply! I'd like to go private but I don't have a tumblr account, honestly don't feel like doing one if you don't mind. If you don't feel like talking about snk anymore, I understand! If it only causes you bitterness, why bother? I still do it just because it doesn't and it's going to end soon anyway. Regarding your reply, yeah I too meant that the bird was Eren's conscience or connection to nature and not him literally, I just didn't have enough space XD [...]

Hiii...it’s been almost 3 weeks I am so sorry. But between real life being absolute torture, and finding respite in stuff different from snk, I completely forgot to come back to this. I really do not enjoy talking about snk, so I was really overwhelmed by your messages (that I didn’t even receive in full, and that’s one of the reasons why I’d prefer to move the conversation elsewhere - but I don't really wanna have conversations about snk atm anyway. ‘cause you see, I agree 100% with you, it sounds like I wrote these messages myself, but at the end of the day they just remind me of how much I’ve come to dislike the series...so, not really productive, or healthy for my mindset right now (i repeat, real life is just...trying to kill me apparently)).

Anyway, so I’ll just reply quickly to your messages, because you spent a lot of time typing them up, but yeah...this is not the best place or moment to have such long discussions about snk, I believe.

[2] I was wondering more on the implications to that, because thinking about it, I remembered many scenes in the anime's past seasons with birds flying, and it got me thinking if it really was all decided from the start? Maybe by some superior entity? I hope like you that little Ymir isn't just a plot device and has a role to play together with Zeke. I hope this isn't the last we see from Eren pov as well becuase those shots of little him saying 'this scenery' really worried me. [...]

I was thinking birds, besides a white one possibly meaning hope and a black one usually connected to death, are part of nature, just like all things connected through paths. Titans are connected to nature, there has been a lot of discussion about this in fandom for years, so yeah. Also, hope = freedom & life, death = despair. It all plays on the dichotomy that is Eren: he doesn’t want to kill but he doesn’t want to die either. I wonder if one of the morals of the story will be that death is just part of a natural cycle, hence you can be free in death too (but I hate this, because it’s really negative if applied to SnK).

Re-reading some stuff also made me hopeful about this not being the last of Eren’s pov, as far as explanations go. Like, there is clearly more (Liberio, for example, the WHT, etc). As for child!Eren, I think he is totally disconnected from reality, hence he doesn’t see what’s happening, and if he is, he’s also trying to convince himself that, like 19!Eren said in chapter 121, as a child he would take freedom away from people who tried to take his freedom away with little to no remorse - of course, it isn’t the case for adult!Eren, as we saw multiple times.

[3] I just hope we get to see more from him, like War Hammer titan and King Fritz memories, and there's more with Historia as well. I don't really care about shipping so I don't mind if we get EH or if Eren is the father, at least it would make sense for the pregnancy thing to be this dragged out. I just found the Armin/Annie conversation really baffling? What with the timing and the tone of the chapter? What was the point of that? To make us feel sad for Armin if Annie dies? [...]

I feel a couple, in particular a couple with Eren, would be too out of the blue and ruin Eren’s character (and the other party of the pair). Besides, romance has never been part of Eren’s character arc. If it’s just to follow the shonen manga’s trend of the protagonist ending up with [insert female character], then this will finally put snk in the trash bin for me.

I was watching a japanese youtuber’s analysis about the latest chapter and he said something very interesting about the Annie/Armin scene: just like we have child!Eren being happy vs adult!Eren despairing, their little talk repeated the same 2 povs: childhood vs adulthood. Armin’s ““declaration of love”” felt really childish and, as Annie rightfully pointed out, was that really the time for it? People are getting crushed and Armin thinks about such innocents stuff? You could say it’s the same dichotomy of hope - despair, beautiful - cruel, innocence - what Armin later admits: he is not innocent, he also killed people and children in cold blood, ever since the beginning of the story.

I personally don’t think either of them will die, but as the youtuber pointed out, usually these romantic overtones bring one of the pair to their death (I was pleased he brought up as an example yumihisu ahah), so I get why you might speculate as such.

[4] And Eren's pov got me really confused. I kind of understand what the author was going for and I agree with your analysys about his inner conflict and desperation but to me it came out of nowhere? Like you said, it doesn't really make sense for his character. This is what we get by having his thoughts hidden for so long though. At the start of the manga we got those moments where we could see he was somewhat twisted but then he grew out of it and was pretty normal, and now all of a sudden[..]

I think the inner conflict has been there, always throughout the story and in Eren as well, but for me, the problem lies elsewhere, in the sense that there is still no connection (or good enough transition) between “i don’t want to kill people but since i don't wanna die i guess i’ll kill them”. We’re talking about Eren, who wanted to die because people died because of him...who got so angry about being unjustly threatened with death, who stood up against bullies, against all sorts of injustice because he strongly believes in the intrinsic right of being free (WHICH IS THE RIGHT TO BE ALIVE). I get it that the other side wants them dead, but it still feels stupid that he would convince himself to kill the innocent majority, suddenly refusing half of what he has always believed in. If Isayama is going for “hey look, isn’t this tragic? What despair pushes people to do?” like UGH it’s just so annoying, because WE KNOW, snk is ALL about that, but what bothers me in this case, in particular, is, if Eren gets no redemption at all, then fuck off @ this story. See, I’m getting angry.

[5] he has like regressed to his childhood self? If he really hates doing all this, why does he do it? And I think you're right about Eren being demonized by the narrative: the writer made possible only 2 options and forced Eren to choose the rumbling and to him to be the psycho final villain, what with all those exaggerated expressions and shadows to draw him. If he was going with that from the start he should have done it constantly throughout the manga. And I won't even talk about [...]

And yes, the point is Eren changed throughout the story!!! For god’s sake!! Then all that progression was just so that Eren had a more nuanced view of the world so that he could suffer for this choice in particular? Wow, I didn’t know I was reading Tokyo Ghoul...... /s

[6] the predetermination stuff. Did Eren really surrender to the future he saw? Is he really just there in his titan sleeping and wallowing? LOL If Armin turns out to be the hero who can change the future... bleargh. I probably dislike the alliance as much as I do because the narrative is so biased in favour of them. I put my hope in Zeke for that! Please! Let him be the key if Eren is defeated! On the other hand I think it's not so obvious that he will lose as well. on that point, [...]

This is the last one I got, I’m sorry. Anyway, idk if it’s predetermined, or just like, the moment you think of something, the future changes. That would explain how Eren blames himself for this future: only because he dared think of this, then it happened. In any case, I doubt Armin ends up being the hero, I think it’ll be a group effort...remember Isayama was impressed by GotG’s ending....

Finally, Zeke, my lovely bitch, where are you??!?!?!?

He’s late to the party like a true queen.

#here you can see my descent into bitterness looooll so sorry #KS anon #snk spoilers #shingeki asks #Anonymous

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The Bet (part 1) - Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Stranger Things Imagine

A/N: This is something I just thought up this morning and idk it felt necessary to write. This will also most likely become a series (if i don’t procrastinate ;) )

Summary: You and Steve have been dating ever since the night you two, along with Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler killed a demogorgon. But what happens when the pretty faced asshole Billy Hargrove gets involved in your relationship?

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: cursing I guess lol

You had warned him.

You had told Steve countless times not to get involved in any sort of way with that Hargrove kid. After seeing them interact negatively with almost every interaction they had you told him that staying away from Billy would just be the best thing to do for his own sake. And for the most part he listened to you, avoiding eye contact with Billy or just walking away from petty comments by him and his followers. But today it seemed as though that wouldn’t work.

—-

Steve had just gotten out of the showers after basketball practice. Towel wrapped tightly on his waist he headed out into the locker room, to which he thought was empty, but instead stumbled upon a rather loud conversation between his team mates.

“She’s so hot though,” Billy’s obnoxious voice rang out. Steve didn’t even need to peer around the lockers to see–he unfortunately could now recognize that voice quite easily given that Billy never seemed to know how to shut up. So he does his best to tune out the conversation especially since it has nothing to do with him but moreso some poor girl who Billy would likely try and get his hands around later. Instead he turns back to his locker and starts putting on his clothes.

“I mean what’s a girl like Y/N Y/L/N doing with Harrington?” All of his movement ceased, Steve almost completely flabbergasted.

Why in the hell was Billy Hargrove talking about you? His girlfriend.

“Yeah she’s hot bro.” Some miniscule guy Steve didn’t bother to place his attention, instead he leaned closer in their direction waiting for Billy to speak once more.

“She’s not just hot, she’s sexy as hell. And her body? Rad.” He could feel his skin crawl, his whole face shriveling up into a deep sooted frown.

“And, jesus, the things I would do to her.” The mullet moaned allowed causing the crowd around him to hoot and holler in agreement. The sound made Steve’s stomach turn.

Because Billy Hargrove was talking about his girl, he was groaning about you. And the longer that Steve sat and listened about how he wanted to “Have you up against any hard surface” his anger went through the roof.

“I mean c’mon s’not like Harrington’s giving her what she really deserves. He’s probably vanilla as hell.” Before he could stop himself Steve had slammed his locker door closed, announcing his position to all of his remaining teammates.

Quickly stumbling from around the corner and into the open space where everyone else was residing Steve nearly launched himself at Billy.

“You shitting me Hargrove?” The question came rolling off of his tongue like acid, face burning red at the anger building up throughout his body. Billy could only stare with a flabbergasted yet amused look, like even though he had no idea Steve was there he was almost glad he heard him fawning over his girl.

“Harrington, had no idea you were here–”

“Yeah clearly.”

Billy’s eyes darted between their teammates, a smirk building not only on his face but in his eyes. Steve watched with eyebrows furrowed at the glances, the unspoken words that were flooding between the lot of them.

“Don’t talk about Y/N like that. As you were talking about before she’s mine. Meaning you don’t get to talk about her–”

“Ayye slow down Steve.” Billy grinned, “It’s a free country is it not? Can’t tell me who I can and cannot talk about–”

“Yes I can if you’re talking about her.” Steve stepped closer, arms crossed over his chest with full intent on doing whatever was necessary to get Billy to shut the hell up. But to assume so much about Billy Hargrove was a leap.

A quiet chuckle rumbled from the back of his throat, eyes shifting from the floor as he rubbed at his face.

“You really trying to come at me right now Harrington?”

“Don’t cream your pants Hargrove.” Steve retailated earning a few snickers from the boys and a instant glare from Billy. “Okay c’mon–Billy I think you truly forget sometimes that you aren’t some big bad guy that everyone is afraid of. Or at least,” He neared closer to him, “I’m not afraid of you.”

His words silenced the room, besides hushed whispers. They were all shocked at how bold he was being.

“So you’re not afraid of me?” Steve turned back to Billy who now had a strange look on his face and in his eyes, one that made Steve nervous.

But he shook his head. He didn’t want to give Billy the satisfaction of knowing that he could feel a cold sweat beginning to build over his skin the longer he stood here in the middle of them all.

“Sorry Hargrove.” he shrugged, “I just don’t scare as easy as these guys–”

“Good. Than I’m sure you wouldn’t mind a challenge.”

“A what?”

“We play for her.” Steve fell silent. Billy smiled in response before clearing his throat and continuing, “Basketball of course. First person to 21 points wins.” He shrugged like it was no big deal but knowing Billy Steve knew there was much more to this deal.

“Wait win what? She’s obviously already my girl so.. what kind of deal are we making?”

Billy chuckled once more, the toothpick between his teeth twirling round as he did only adding on to the annoyance building up within Steve. But it only worsened when he crossed the floor to stand directly in front of him.

“Let me spell it out for you. If you win nothing happens, I’ll stop talking about Y/N and leave her alone–won’t bother her anymore. But if I win,” he neared closer, their noses nearly brushing, “I get her for a whole four weeks.”

“No no hell no–are you kidding me?”

“What? You scared you’re gonna lose Steve-y boy?” Tommy snorted to which Steve quickly retaliated, quite literally jumping at him until Billy raised his hand to his chest.

“Hey!” Everyone went silent at Billy’s shout, including Steve. He redirected his attention with a look of annoyance “Now let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Steve scoffed before knocking his hand off of his chest.

“Are you down Harrington? Or would you prefer to hear my thoughts about your smoking hot babe of a girlfriend down on her pretty little knees for me–”

“I’ll do it.”

Another round of cheers spilled into the locker room, the boldness erupting from Steve and the cockiness that Billy was airing out was fuel to the bystanders flame. This game was going to have everyone on their toes.

And unfortunately it wouldn’t go as perceived.

He lost.

Steve Harrington: Basketball King had lost to the smug new kid Billy Hargrove.

They were at a tie, making Steve believe that everything would turn in his favor. He had even mapped out the greatest possibility in his head and it ended with him winning.

But what he hadn’t predicted was being tripped during his dribble, costing him the last point he needed as the clock had ran out. So whilst he was sat on his ass, practically in shock, Billy was across the court with an ugly smirk and the rest of their teammates surrounding him congratulating him.

The whole scene made Steve sick to his stomach, but the worst part? Having to tell you, his girlfriend.

POV

“You did what?”

“I know I know I’m so sorry—It was a-a stupid bet I didn’t think he would actually win—“

“You bet me?!”

“I didn’t think he would win!!”

“And he did. So…I suffer because you couldn’t shoot a decent 3 pointer!!”

“Okay I-I deserve that one but I—“

“Lost.” Both of their heads turned to see the unfortunate villain of this whole thing; Billy Hargrove, standing with his pack of mutts loitering round him with disgusting smirk-ridden faces.

He smiled devilishly as he approached, hands stuffed into the pockets of her leather jacket and cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth. He swayed over ecstatically—his pride puffing out just as much as his chest until he was standing beside you.

“Well hello there beautiful.” You watched as the words literally rolled off his tongue, resisting the urge to stare into his eyes. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. Instead you scoffed, arms crossing tightly over your chest as you did so.

Luckily he decided to simper at the response, instead, focusing his attention on your loving boyfriend.

“King Harrington, I’m here to collect my earnings.”

“Watch it asswipe.” Steve groveled, staggering towards him until Billy raised a hand to his chest, haulting Steve in his tracks. The movement caused him to stumbled back onto the side of his car causing your nerves to flare up.

“Harrington Harrington Harrington,” Billy tisked in mocking tone one that was triggering your own anger. So much so that you began to stalk forward but then froze when the mullet-wearing-jerk began to speak.

“I’d watched what I say if I were you. See that gorgeous doll over there,” he gestured with his thumb, “Will be mine for a whole 3 weeks. Which means I get to do just about anything I want with her—“

“Uhm no I did not agree to that—“

“And if you push me,” he glanced between the two of you, eyes trailing all over your figure with a look that would knock any other girl down onto their knees. But you just got a shiver up your spine and a bitter taste in the back of your throat.

He chuckled aloud before redirecting his attention to your pinned boyfriend, who was seething through his teeth.

“I’ll do what you never had the guts to do.” Instantly you knew exactly what he meant. Both you and Steve had yet to share your first time together—deciding to “Wait until the moment was right.”

Now you were regretting that choice.

“The hell you will—“

“Ah ah ah,” Billy interrupted, “What did I just say?” Steve literally bit his tongue to resist attacking Billy because doing so would probably only give him another thing to hold over his head.

From the sidelines you could see how red in the face he had become, how the anger had moved from a swarm in his chest to fill the pads of his cheeks and tip of his nose. He was fuming, seconds away from a rupture. The only thing keeping him from doing so was you.

“Alright then,” Billy released his grip on Steve’s jacket with a sickly satisfied grin. He distanced himself away from him only to move closer to your silent figure, body now spun in your direction.

“Ready to go…., babe?”

His pet name made you sick, quite literally twisting a knot into your stomach so large you thought you would combust. But unfortunately the feeling was *only a feeling meaning there was no way out of this one.

“Billy I never agreed to—“

“Y/N.” The sound of your name surprisingly didn’t come from the boy in front of you, no, it was the one standing behind him: Steve.

He was making direct eye contact with you, a look worn on his face that caused a flicker of worry to shoot through your chest. He was shaking his head.

It took a moment for you to understand but then it hit you.

He was telling you to go along with it.

But why? Why would he just..give you up like that? Surrender to Billy so easily. There had to be more to this.

“You heard the man.” Bringing yourself back to reality Billy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his body heat causing your heart to race. Never had you ever been this close in proximity to him due to almost absolutely hating his guts–which was most due to his sexist attitude and quick temper amongst all other things. And now you were stuck with him for a whole month.

“Let’s go.”

A/N: oh god I hope that was okay. I literally just typed this up and did a quick read over so if there’s any mistakes I missed I apologized. But this is just the first part! Stay tuned for the next one!

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington imagine #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things #joe keery #dacre montgomery #stranger things imagine #joe keery imagine #dacre montgomery x reader #finn wolfhard #millie bobby brown #multipandombabe

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lightsandlostbells · 6 years

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Skam France episode 9 (S1 finale) reaction

Thanks to everyone who reads these things! I’ve gotten a lot of nice messages and comments since I started blathering my thoughts on Skam remakes into the void, which I didn’t expect, and it makes my day. Even if you don’t agree with me on something, I appreciate hearing your thoughts. I love talking about sad teens and their drama and it has been a grand time talking about sad teens and their drama with others!

Also thank you to everyone who translates or helps increase accessibility to any of the Skam shows, I am truly amazed by the kindness and generosity of everyone who donates their free time to it.

Episode 9

Clip 1 - Daphne peed on the wrong stick

Nice job getting in that shot of the condoms and water bottle at the beginning as if to say “I fucking told you so.”

There were apparently several real time errors in this clip in that French students should not have been at school that day, and Daphne mentions having gum at 10 am when the clip dropped at 8 a.m.

This doctor does not quite have the same quality of being from another planet as Dr. Skrulle.

Alex screaming to the heavens about no baby is glorious, but on the other hand, GIRL, you might wanna lower the volume about your friend’s pregnancy scare as people are clearly hearing you.

I love Daphne and think she did a really great job here of being bitter and resigned. I think Vilde was also great in this moment, but I think she was approaching it more from an outwardly (phony) sense of self-assurance. You don’t know want what you’re talking about Noora, I do. And though Vilde is pretty stunned by the doctor’s visit (and tbh I think part of her wanted the baby to be real … but that’s another conversation) you can see her starting to laugh and smile with the other girls before Noora pulls her aside. Then it feels more like cheerful denial that there’s anything wrong with what she’s doing. Daphne seems straight up miserable and defeated.

Clip 2 - Charles creeping again

MY BELOVED THEATER KIDS RETURN. One day they will get their day in the sun. One day.

TBH Charles has more sleazy charm than William and I can’t determine whether that’ll end up being a good thing or a bad thing.

This clip is WAY better placed than the original, actually! It always seemed off that Noora would be taken in by William telling her she’s beautiful when she still thinks he’s knocked up Vilde. Now that they’ve determined this isn’t the case, it makes slightly more sense. At least that consideration is out of the way.

The only drawback about having the doctor clip before this clip is that it occurs to me that Noora’s conversation with Vilde is likely what prompts Noora tell William to apologize, since Vilde has internalized his words so much to the point of repeating them, and I find it harder to believe that Manon would give a single shit about Charles’ flattery after she’s heard how bad his words made it for Daphne.

Lmao at fucking Charles being like “What are you doing here?” and Manon being like “I go to school here, dipshit”*

* (100% accurate translation)

Wait, this is the same song for the Emma/Yann scene. Is this going to be a Skam France love theme? Will French Even sing it to Lucas?

My favorite thing Emma has done all season was the ensuing text conversation after this clip where she just replies to everything Manon says with “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Clip 3- Emma and Lucas on the steps

The setup of this scene satisfies one of my burning questions, in that I always wondered what the vibe was between Eva and Isak as they walked over the the bench (awkward) and here Lucas joins Emma on the steps so I don’t have to wonder about their weird small talk or painful silence.

This is the first time where I bought Lucas’ acting. He’s still not exactly wowing me, but I thought he was fine here. Maybe he just needs that very large scarf to hide in to make him seem all vulnerable.

“You smoked at the cabin?” Emma, didn’t you literally see them smoking??

Wait, Tom was supposed to be Ingrid‘s brother? That’s what it sounds like, because why else would Yann contact Ingrid if he couldn’t get through to Tom, if Tom is just some unrelated dude who has weed? I thought her brother was some other guy because Elias was not Norwegian Ingrid‘s brother. Surely Emma would know Tom as a result of being Ingrid‘s best friend for years, but I don’t think either of them said anything about that, unless I missed it or can’t remember it. At the cabin I didn’t get the vibe they were anything more than acquaintances via Yann. And if Tom is Ingrid’s brother, then doesn’t it make more sense that Emma would hear Ingrid in the background on the phone, and it wouldn’t automatically be a cause for suspicion? It’s not weird for Yann to hang out with Tom.

I think Tom isn’t supposed to be Ingrid’s brother, but this line of dialogue is confusing, considering they changed it from Yann not being able to reach Ingrid’s brother to not being able to reach Tom. It doesn’t make sense to get Ingrid to get in touch with Tom; the chain should go Tom -> Ingrid’s brother (who also has weed) -> Ingrid.

They changed a bit from where Isak owned up to being shady when Eva asked him about hearing Ingrid‘s voice over the phone, he implied that he kind of suspected it wasn’t anything serious and figured it had to do with the drugs, and he acknowledges that he could’ve told Eva this, and he gave her bad advice to ask Ingrid about it. Lucas says he swears he didn’t know, which is kind of funny because IMO, Lucas seems way sneakier and more plotting in that scene than Isak did.

I do appreciate changes to the material but since they’re keeping most of it the same, I wish that they left in the line about karma being a bitch and Emma understanding how Ingrid would’ve felt, because I think that was a thematically relevant line.

Aw, it was sweet to see how Yann smiled and seemed so happy when Emma called. It’s a shame I like him so much more away from this relationship. He seems so pumped for their meeting. I think Yann is a little needier than Jonas and it affects their relationship positive and negative ways, like I think maybe he’s a little more attentive than Jonas, but he also seems to get more threatened by potential obstacles to their the relationship.

Clip 4 - The Emma/Yann breakup

Yann is so sweet and charming here, like I get why Emma fell for him.

So the final bit of this clip worked pretty well for me!

I said in another post that the three scenes they needed to nail were the skate park, Ingrid in the bathroom, and breakup scene, and while I didn’t think this was as powerful (mostly because the season-long buildup didn’t make it feel as earned) I still thought this was a strong scene, definitely the strongest of those three.

I loved the sweet moment of Yann holding Emma on the steps and them smiling sweetly at each other, and that was an aesthetically appealing, tastefully done semi-sex scene, especially the shot with their hands. Although I did find myself wondering if they sat on the steps and then smiled at each other like “let’s go have breakup sex” or if they banged it out, put their clothes back on, and cuddled outside. TRUE TO THE ORIGINAL in that regard.

More Seinabo Sey songs, love her.

Clip 5 - Ending party

The Emma/Yann hug is really sweet and makes me think the breakup is going to be less fraught, more amiable. which, IDK, it kinda feels like it should be more fraught considering these two are supposed to be very much in love? But it also makes me buy them airing season 2 so soon after S1’s finale, if Yann and Emma are going to be on more friendly terms.

Also the general atmosphere of the scene is more lighthearted. The music too, not as much of a serious tone.

Lucas was all right acting-wise in this scene, too.

INGRID AND EMMA NEED TO HOOK UP. I can’t say I shipped it in OG Skam but here … they should get together.

Ingrid, Sara and Imane dancing together is great.

Also Ingrid is there when Daphne tells Imane and Alex about Charles, awwww.

I love Daphne. I know I’ve said that a million times but she’s the MVP of Skam France.

The shot of Lucas with Yann definitely did not have that immediate SO THAT’S WHY HE DID IT effect. Yo, Skam France, remember how some of us were like “You’re telegraphing Lucas’ crush on Yann too hard?” Well if ever there was a time to project that shit from an IMAX, THIS WAS THE MOMENT.

Forreal, Lucas is paying about as much attention to Yann as to the other dude standing next to them. Where is that OTT longing gaze?

You’re holding a drink, dude, you could give us a dose of innuendo by slurping on that straw while you make eyes at your bro.

But then again, I guess no moment can be as OTT as when you have “Gay Bar” as your musical accompaniment.

There is a major continuity error in the scene because the other guy that is in the scene with Lucas and Yann can be seen behind Manon immediately in the next shot, so either he has a twin who dresses exactly the same or he teleported.

As much as I love Isak’s love of BUTT as the final moment, closing the season on Manon and Charles is a perfectly logical choice for leading into S2. Although lol, the lyrics being like “I’m just waiting for my day to come” are very creepy, Charles. “Cause something inside has changed” is better, though.

General comments:

They should’ve ended this season with the girl squad’s party, dude. Doesn’t that seem like a fitting finale? If the object is to gain popularity at school, shouldn’t they do it as soon as possible so they gain some capital before the popular senior guys leave?

One benefit about airing the next season right after S1 instead of taking a few months is that I can at least buy that they could have the party at the end of season 2. The longer they draw it out, the less it makes sense.

Lucas was definitely panicking and trying to be overly nice in that text to Emma post-Camille’s party. Emma was keeping it cool and Lucas was like I HOPE ALL IS WELL AHAHA WE’RE SO FRIENDLY :D :D :D oh god don’t tell Yann

Right now, I don’t have many thoughts about the season as a whole that I haven’t said before. Emma’s character arc is somewhat muddled, certain plot developments and characterization don’t make sense, the show overuses music, the girl squad dynamic is one of the show’s better qualities, marry me Daphne, marry me Ingrid, etc etc.

My main takeaway is that, out of the three remakes that have aired so far, Skam France definitely has less of a personal identity than Druck or Skam Italia. Even with those shows being early into their first seasons, I can already tell they’re more distinct adaptations with more done to fit their respective cultures. That’s not to say either of those versions are perfect or that Skam France doesn’t have its own strengths, but I would very much like to see Skam France develop more of a unique personality. Not sure if they can do that until S3 since they’ve already filmed S2 and can’t incorporate viewer feedback. It depends on how much it is going to reflect original Skam’s S2; judging by the trailer, it feels like the answer is A Lot.

#skamfr reactions

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sneezehq · 7 years

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Viktuuri Sickfic

WARNING(S): descriptions of nausea & vomiting below! . . . . . . . . .

Keeping a hand on the sink in order to remain balanced, Yuuri turned the tap and bent forward as a cupped hand brought water to his mouth. Swishing it around momentarily before spitting it out. Then to splash water on his face; the coolness a relief against the sweat coating his forehead. Hand coming to grip at the base of his neck, hand cooled by the water abating some of the heat there; allowing the older skater to focus less so inwardly on his personal discomfort.

“Are you all right?”

Hearing someone approach, foot steps paused in the doorway to the washroom, Yuuri cringed at hearing Viktor’s words. Despite Viktor’s previous assurances, rueful disconcertion flooded his entire form; fever bright hues downcast to stare at the false porcelain of the sink as he shifted slightly on his feet. Head still ducked. Left hand still grasped at his neck, perhaps a tad tighter than was necessary, whilst the other supported his wilted weight against the countertop.

It’d been a decade since he’d been too sick to not make it to the restroom in time; the last time had been when he caught the stomach flu from hell when the triplets were toddlers and he offered to help Yuuko and Takashi take care of them. It’d hit him with little warning, or perhaps he was too focused elsewhere to notice, and he ended up heaving just outside the ice rink.

Postures rigid in spite of exhausted, trembling muscles and general malady still keeping control of his frame; despite knowing his family would be understanding, caring and attentive no matter what; it was the fact Viktor had witnessed the mess and was now in the doorway of the bathroom. And he was dying inside over it.

Hand falling from his neck to place on the other side of the sink, eyes closing a moment to ward of the twinge his stomach gave, before sighing and sliding his tongue between his lips in preparation of speech. Voice decidedly hoarse, despite pausing and clearing it quietly, tone lathered with a terseness rarely ever used and one that spoke volumes to the older’s discomfit.

“Mmhm.” Yuuri hummed as he turned minorly, hands still holding him steady at the sink, his expression forlorn, “Im sorry you had to see that.”

Viktor shook his head, “Nonsense, Yuuri.” He assured, “Its all right. You’re not feeling well, it’s not your fault.”

“Oh.” Yuuri murmured, glancing downwards then back up after gathering his thoughts through a fever hazed mind, “Th-thank you.”

Viktor offered a small sympathetic smile, “No need for thanks. But your mother’s gone into a ‘mother hen’ mode to warn you.”

A wet hiccup interrupted whatever Yuuri’s reply was going to be, feeling the nausea within escalate with a dizzying lurch from his stomach. Whipping his head back over the sink, hunching forward as he swallowed convulsively, lips pressed firmly together and eyes scrunched closed. Hoping to ward it off enough for him to move to the toilet, the sink was no place to be sick into, especially since he’d already made a mess of the bedroom floor.

Feeling sweat trailing down his temples, despite the chills that sent trembling shivers up and down his frame, both sheering hot and ice cold at the same time. With his head pounding behind his eyes and the nausea swirling uncomfortably in his belly, teetering moments away from loosing it. He couldn’t recall a time felt so miserable than now.

Viktor, seeing his student feeling so ill again, had him springing forward to slide a hand under him to splay on his chest and the other coming up to rest on his back, “It’s all right, let it up if you have to. Fighting it makes it worse.”

Another hiccup forced its way up, bringing a low burp with it, that has salvia dripping from his mouth down his chin. A quiet gurgle preceded another burp, louder than the first and it brought up a splash of bile in the back of his throat. The taste causing his frame to lurch forward with a harsh gag, his abdomen muscle tightening as the gags morphed into a retching. Retching twice before he felt his stomach lurch violently, thin stream of vomit spilling from his mouth to splash into the sink.

A second wave coming up just after the first, robbing him of breath and burning his throat on its way up causing him to cough harshly once the bout ended. Breath hitching, choking on a retch that hunched his shoulder up to ears and concaving his abdominal muscles. Bringing up more vomit, the round tampering off into several dry heaves. His frame straining to expel every last drop within his stomach.

Sometime during the episode, Viktor began rubbing along Yuuri’s back, hoping to ease the tense muscles there and offer a semblance of comfort. Witnessing his student sick didn’t dampen his building love for him any, in fact he felt his heart strings pull at seeing him so ill.

More coughing brought Viktor’s attention back to Yuuri, moving his hand to rub specifically along his shoulder blades and taking some of the other’s weight when he sagged slightly towards the sink more so.

“Feeling any better?” Viktor asked, knowing the question to be most likely fall towards the negative, but feeling the need to fill the space with words, if anything to distract Yuuri from his misery, “Your mother is making tea and fussing about getting some medicine for you.”

"Hmm.” Yuuri hummed in response, unable to truly focus at the moment to reply properly.

“Yuuri?” Viktor asked, drawing his attention back towards the older skater and to the question previously asked.

“Oh, sorry. M'fine.” Yuuri mumbled with a tight smile, hoping to ease the concern crease between Viktor’s eyebrows , “I don’t feel as nauseous as before.”

While Viktor wanted to believe his student; seeing Yuuri’s pale facial features, glassy gaze, and the way his frame swayed lightly with just standing, had Viktor questioning it, “Okay, that’s good. Why don’t we get you to bed and then you can rest?”

“Sounds good.” Yuuri mumbled, fatigue washing over him and heavying his limbs, though he made no motion to move away from the sink.

“Vicchan, how is Yuuri?” Hiroko questioned as she came down the hallway with a tray of tea in her hands, taking in the older skater’s concerned expression and tension filled shoulders.

“Ah. Sick but he says he’s feeling a bit better. I was going to help him back to bed.” Viktor answered, receiving a nod of approval from Yuuri’s mother before he turned back to Yuuri, “That okay?”

Yuuri merely nodded lightly, blinking sluggishly against the pull of fatigue, then slowly releasing the sink and taking an unsteady step. Viktor stepping forward to help brace the smaller skater, easily looping an arm around his waist and ducking to take an arm around his shoulders to further support his ailing coach. Yuuri could only blink at the sudden motion.

“If it’s all right, I can help you back?” Viktor asked, “Better if you don’t fall while in your condition. We’ll go slow, I promise.”

Yuuri nodded again, seeming moreso subdued. Gaze resolutely staring at the floor, even as they made their way towards his room. Slowly to not upset the other’s stomach nor further stress his fever sore muscles, gingerly sitting him on the side of the bed. Yuuri’s mother following patiently, setting the tea tray on the side table within easy access, then pouring a cup and mixing some light honey with ginger slices in it, before pointing it out to Viktor and leaving.

Viktor nodded in acknowledgment, turning once he was certain Yuuri was steady to gather the tea, removing the ginger slices that had seeped long enough before bringing it over to Yuuri.

“Thank you.” Yuuri tried to infuse his tone with enough gratitude despite the twinge his stomach gave at the thought of putting anything inside it, nausea still swirled uncomfortably through his middle, but he focused on the warmth spreading through his hands and the fact he could fully rinse the bitter taste from his mouth.

“Drink it slow. Your mother said It’ll help your stomach but it’ll take some time just like any medicine.” Vitkor instructed offhandedly as he set up another cup to seep with ginger and honey just like Hiroko showed him, so Yuuri didn’t feel as if he was being scrutinised when he clearly was uncomfortable over it.

Bringing the small mug up to his lips, taking a minuscule sip, then another at tasting the mildly sweet spiced flavour. Enjoying the warmth and taste that washed over his tongue, surprisingly it didn’t make him feel instinctively worse at feeling it slide down his throat. Usually it took a good two days when he was sick before his stomach would settle enough for him to drink anything that’d stay down, body rejecting anything he tried from herbal tea to plain water.

“Thank you.” Yuuri said with a bit more genuine gratitude, though he didn’t drink anymore, unwilling to test how far his stomach’s limits stretched, leaning back to set it beside the other cup on the small tray.

“Are you feeling sick again?” Viktor asked in concern, at seeing how little Yuuri had drank.

“No, not much. I’d rather not push it though.” Yuuri answered, hoping it wasn’t seen as rude that he hadn’t finished all that he was offered.

Viktor nodded, understanding completely, just as Yuuri’s mother came back into the room with a bowl of water and flannels. Yuuri cringed internally at noting the plastic lined waste basket she carried in her other hand, his face heating up a slight in embarrassment.

“To keep fever down.” Hiroko gestured to the water and cloths, setting them down beside the tea tray, frowning in concern at seeing so little of it touched, then placing the small waste bin next to the bed, and stepping towards Viktor “How you feeling, Yuuri?”

A/N: this is one of the unfinished ones. Idk where to take it anymore. So if you have more to add then go ahead or change it and just use some of it. It doesn’t matter. I tried to write a Yuuri one but it didn’t work out well, but sometimes I only have the muse for specific scenes and nothing else. But thank you for letting me submit this even if you don’t write anymore on it. You’re always so kind. Thank you again!

(This is fantastic! Sorry that I took so long to get to it! I thought it was great as it was, so I didn't change it! And really it's no problem, it's easy enough for me to do and I love reading what you write!)

#yuuri on ice #sickfic #victuuri #omg i love this #submission

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prinanalogicality · 7 years

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So heres a thought/prompt based on the song doubt by 21 pilots. Anxiety doubts that prince couldn't love someone like him. So, he tries to push prince away. They leave each others presence. Anxiety has an angst session alone. Prince finds out what Anxiety is trying to do (maybe through morality), and goes back and it can either end in fluff or bittersweet angst. idk. Just a suggestion.

Title: Doubt

Creative title, wow. Anyway, thank you so much for the idea anon! I love it when people send me ideas. I live for angst, so let’s get going, shall we? Also, twenty one pilots is one of my favorite bands, so yes yes yes I will write this, I will cry, and I will be pleased.

Check the tags below for trigger warnings.

AO3 link here.

Pairing: Prinxiety. This will be angsty. If you do not like reading angsty themed things, I suggest you steer clear, my dudes.

Anxiety looks at his reflection in the mirror, a firm frown set on his lips. The bags under his eyes have gotten so dark that he hardly needs the eyeshadow anymore, yet he puts it on to keep anyone from seeing that there is a real problem. It is about 3 a.m., and despite that, Anxiety hasn’t had a wink of sleep. Roman is still in bed, Anxiety’s bed, sleeping soundly, oblivious to the fact that his boyfriend is still awake. Anxiety swears that Roman seems to relax and sleep more soundly when he isn’t in the bed with him.

Running a hand through his messy, tangled fringe, Anxiety breathes out a huff and turns away from the mirror in favor of leaning against the sink, locked away in the bathroom. He can hardly face the royal anymore. Every kiss, every hug, every look, every smile. It all feels like lies. There is no way Roman genuinely loves Anxiety. In the beginning of their relationship, they were very active with their intimacy, but the last time they were even remotely intimate was three weeks ago. Roman must be losing his interest in the relationship. They’ve been together for almost nine months now, well past the mark where a relationship is still considered new and fresh. The novelty is fading. It is time for Roman to find a new conquest.

Anxiety feels a burning behind his eyes and curses, curling his fingers into fists, nails biting into his palms and banging the side of the counter as he makes the conscious effort to keep back tears. He refuses to cry over this. He should have known from the start that what he had with Roman was expendable. It wasn’t meant to last. Nothing ever is, except maybe the negativity that is ingrained into Anxiety’s very being. This is what he is, he is an embodiment of negativity that gives negativity and nothing but.

The sound of light footsteps and a quiet knock on the door makes his blood run cold, in which he chews on his lower lip, weighing out what he should do. He knew he cursed too loud, he must have woken someone up- more than likely Morality. The man is the lightest sleeper to ever exist, and he sleeps with his door open. He considers it a precautionary measure, in case any of the other sides need him. He must have heard Anxiety’s cursing and came to the rescue. The sound of a paperclip hitting the ground could probably wake him up.

With a shake of his head, Anxiety slowly opens the door, in fact seeing Morality standing on the other side. The man looks sleepy, rubbing at his eyes beneath his glasses with one hand, yawning. Anxiety instantly feels a pang of guilt at having woken up the male, in which he averts his gaze and stares down at his sock-clad feet, his toes digging into the tiles of the bathroom floor.

“Ann? Are you all right, kiddo?” Morality asks, his voice slightly slurred with sleep. “What time is it?” The concern of the other makes warmth threaten to creep into Anxiety’s chest, but he quickly stifles it. He should feel bad about waking Morality up.

“I’m fine. Sorry for waking you, Mor. Go back to bed. It’s like… three? I don’t know.” Anxiety makes a conscious effort to keep his voice controlled, but despite his effort, Morality obviously picks up that not everything is peachy keen. Anxiety can tell by the way Morality frowns, leaning against the door frame, arms slowly crossing over his chest.

“How about you come back to my room with me for a bit? We can chat there, no worries, right?” He invites Anxiety slowly, eyes peering over Anxiety’s entire being, trying to detect any sort of reaction from the male.

“I said I’m fine, yeah?”

“And I said let’s go back to my room. Come on, silly goose!” Morality speaks in a peppy tone and reaches out for Anxiety’s pajama sleeve, in which he tugs and Anxiety sighs, following Morality with reluctance. Once they are securely in Morality’s room, the male shuts the door and turns to face Anxiety, taking a seat on his bed. “Now, how about you tell dad what’s bothering you, huh?”

“I told you, nothing.”

Morality sighs, shaking his head. “You know full well that I can tell something is on your mind. Maybe I can help you out if you let me know?”

Anxiety looks down at his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed carefully, fingers fiddling with the ends of the sleeves of his pajama shirt. If he is to tell anyone about what it is that is bothering him, he supposes that Morality would be the person he would go to. Morality is so kind, and he offers productive advice when he can. “Promise me that you will not tell Roman, no matter what.”

Morality looks taken aback, but he nods nonetheless. “All right, son.”

“Do you think… no. I think - I know - there is no way he really… There’s no way he truly… wants me. Loves me. Not- me. I’m too, for lack of a better word, me.”

The admittance makes Anxiety frown, his hands shaking, neck itching. He chews on his lower lip, tugging at his sleeves- all while Morality watches, a solemn expression on his face.

“You really believe he doesn’t love you?”

“It’s not that I don’t trust him. I do… just. he can’t love me. Not me. I’m not someone who is loved. Who can be loved.”

Silence. Anxiety is met with silence, only further stressing out the male.

“Look, maybe I should just-”

“Anxiety, please look at me.”

It takes all Anxiety has to do as he is asked, and in turn he meets Morality’s eyes. They hold a sadness Anxiety has never seen from the man before. It hurts his heart to see.

“Roman adores you. We all do. Of course you deserve love, just like anyone else.” Morality reaches out for one of Anxiety’s hands, squeezing gently. “You are so important, Anxiety. You and Roman love each other, yeah?”

Anxiety looks over Morality’s sincere expression for a few moments before turning away, pulling his hand back and standing. “Thanks.” He mumbles, glancing in Morality’s direction. “Just- go to bed. I’m sorry for waking you.” He silently pads out of Morality’s room, heading back to his own bedroom. Roman is fast asleep still, arms open. He knows he shouldn’t, but Anxiety is selfish. He craves being close to Roman, being held by him. So, he lays in Roman’s open arms, and sighs shakily at the feeling of the embrace that comes quickly, hugging him close. He can revel in this feeling of completion for one more night, right?

“Why won’t you even look at me?” Roman huffs at his boyfriend, in which Anxiety is making a point to sit as far from Roman as possible on the sofa. “I wasn’t aware that we were fighting. What happened?”

“Nothing.” Anxiety answers simply, shrugging his shoulders. The two are sat on opposite sides of the sofa, Logan is in his room reading, and Morality is sat on the chair in the living room, watching the two interact, though he tries to hide his spying behind a newspaper.

“We would be cuddling if nothing was wrong. Talk to me, what’s going on with you, honeybee?” Roman turns to face Anxiety, scooting and reaching out for him. In turn, Anxiety presses himself against the opposite armrest, hiding his face against the sofa side.

“You should learn when to back off, Roman. I don’t want to talk.”

Anxiety can practically feel Roman’s hurt.

It is midnight. Anxiety hears a knock on his door and Roman requesting to come in, but he can’t bother to get up to answer it.

Eventually, footsteps can be heard walking away.

Morality watches from the sidelines as Anxiety’s fears tear his and Roman’s relationship apart. He watches as Roman desperately tries to talk to Anxiety, but Anxiety either leaves the room or blatantly ignores him. He watches as Roman soon stops trying to talk to Anxiety so often. He watches as what light Anxiety had in his eyes seems to fade. He watches as Roman becomes more short tempered and bitter.

He watches as they finally break off their relationship.

“Prince, seriously, you’re annoying the holy hell out of me. I don’t want to talk about anything, I don’t want to talk to you, why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because you are my boyfriend! Anxiety, please, you won’t even call me by my name anymore. You’re pushing me away, I know you are. Can you even tell me why?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t date anymore if I have to deal with your interrogation. This is bull, honestly.”

Anxiety doesn’t know what to do. He always felt so alone, but after feeling what it is like to not be, losing the togetherness leaves a gaping hole in his chest, bigger than before. He doesn’t have Roman to turn to when the darkness closes in, when he is so overwhelmed by the fears that he embodies and they become a part of him and he lets go, hot tears pouring down his cheeks and his lungs burning for a full, non-hyperventilating breath. Nails claw at fabric and teeth dig into lips and it is all he has, all he can register in this cycle of fear he has been cast in, locked away in the darkness of his bedroom. He has no choice but to face it alone. He was never meant to be loved, he never will be. But something he was meant for was solitude.

The bags under Anxiety’s eyes make Roman’s chest physically ache. He knows there isn’t makeup there, the black beneath his beloved’s eyes are concrete indicators of his suffering. It concerns him that Anxiety doesn’t even care enough to put his makeup on anymore. All Roman wants to do is help, to try to fix things. He doesn’t know what he did to warrant Anxiety’s bitterness towards him, but he wants to do what he can to make Anxiety love him again. Anxiety is who he loves. He wants to hold him, guide him back to the light. Anxiety won’t let him.

But Morality will.

Morality must have noticed the changes in Anxiety’s demeanor as well. How quiet he has become, how little he has been fussing over Thomas, the messiness of his appearance that has reached an extreme. All of the sides are concerned. He made a promise, but sometimes promises cannot be kept. Morality chooses to speak to Roman. Roman needs to know.

“You can’t be mad at me, but - I made a promise. To Anxiety. And I mean, I know promises are meant to be kept and I always keep mine, but I really can’t keep this one anymore. “I was never supposed to tell you about this, but you need to know, I think.” Morality takes the time to clear his throat, eyes watering at the mere memory of what Anxiety had said. He wishes there was something he could do to help the darker trait feel better about himself. “He needs help. You know how he is, stubborn. He thinks of the worst in situations, but I know he’s been trying to get better about that. But he- he doesn’t feel like he really deserves to be… loved. Like how you love him. That’s what he told me, and I tried to tell him otherwise, but he doesn’t really listen…”

Roman is so upset that his love, his Sunshine, his beloved could think so lowly of himself that he isn’t upset with Morality for keeping his promise for so long.

There’s a knock at his door again. Anxiety has the desire to chuck something at it, but currently, he’s half asleep, between the brink of falling asleep into a blissful nap and waking up to address that darn door. But the knocking doesn’t stop this time, no matter how long Anxiety ignores it, to the point that eventually he huffs and stomps over to the door to open, glaring at the culprit.

He wasn’t expecting to see Roman standing there, holding an obnoxiously large bouquet of red roses.

Anxiety steps back to shut his door, but Roman is quick to step forward, looking at Anxiety with pleading eyes. “Let me show you.”

“Show me what?” Anxiety clears his throat, coughing into the crook of his arm awkwardly. He knows he must look awful. He feels embarrassed, looking the way he does while standing in front of a masterpiece like Roman. The man is perfect.

“Let me show you that I love you. That you deserve all of the love in the world, because you are so beautiful. So honest, so charming, so humorous, so caring. Please, Anxiety.” Roman’s voice is raw with emotion, so raw that Anxiety is taken aback, his cheeks pooling with warmth.

“What do you- what, did Morality-”

“You need help, Anxiety. And I know it must be difficult for you, but the three of us are here for you. I am so in love with you that just being apart from my beloved for these past few weeks has been paining me, I need you in my life again. I miss your little smiles, I miss how you would move in a way that would ask me to do certain things for you and I could just read you like a book, I miss your kisses, I miss holding your hand, I miss watching Disney movies with you and listening to you tell me about your silly dark theories. Please, let me love you. Let me teach you to love yourself.”

Anxiety can’t help but to laugh softly to himself after Roman’s speech, tears in his eyes, and Roman’s fingers tremble at the implications. Maybe Anxiety really wants him gone.

“Your romantic speeches will be the death of me. Enough of this feelings talk, just - come in, okay?”

Roman does so with a grin brighter than the sun, and as Anxiety replays the words Roman spoke in his mind, the slightest bit of warmth manages to find its way to his chest.

Maybe someone like him is allowed to be loved.

#prinxiety #prinxiety angst #prinxiety prompt fill #my fics #symptoms of depression #that wasn't intentional #i meant to show anxiety having an internal battle with himself but he comes off as depressed #happy ending #i might write a version with a sad ending bc why not #break up #get back together #mine

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itshaejinju · 7 years

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In Her Sister’s Shadow | Fairy Tail Fan Fic | Chapter 1

SO @stunninglyignis here is that fic I was talking about the other day (or last night or super early this morning? IDK my brain is MUSH today. I blame Gladio pillows.) This can provide a bit of a distraction for you. I realized that I did not post the more smutty version on DA more of the pg13 one so the full smut one is somewhere in the unknown.

So enjoy lovely!!! Also a little picture of her basic looks can be found here: Dez

"When did you return to town?" A smooth voice called out from over the babbling sound of the river. Turning my head thick strands of scarlet red hair getting into my large brown eyes, the man that looked at me gave me a comely smile. "Why are you sitting there? You could get wet. . ." He said eying the water as if it was some sort of demon. "The rock is dry Loke - come out here there is enough room for two." I called out to him knowing he wouldn't, giving him a teasing smirk. "Hah, right sweetie like that will happen. So when did you arrive back? Can we talk at your place I have something important to tell you." He said shaking his head a little. "Okay, fine Loke. Be a good cat." I said standing up revealing my full-height my lean figure tanned from my long stay from home. The tall lean ladies' man stared blankly noticing that my attire was a bit different than what it was the last time he saw me. Though to be fair it was a year ago and the place I had been working a job in was always sunny and balmy needing not much for clothes, specially if you wanted to stay cool and comfortable. Wearing a pair of short cut off shorts that revealed the pockets some, a tank top that stopped right above the belly button showing off the Fairy Tail tattoo and its bright yellow color. A layer of shell necklaces clacked against my chest as I hopped down into the shallow water splashing it around a bit the long waist length red hair getting wet at I walked across the path. "Well. . .Dezerea you look - good." Loke said sounding stiff and unsure of himself right now - this was a really good friend of his they've been tight friends since he's joined Fairy Tail. "Thanks Loke, though coming from you it's sort of lame." "Yeah - yeah I know we are not each others type." He said rolling his eyes, it was something that had been set firm in stone since the start that they could never date it wouldn't work. It didn't help that Dezerea knew Loke's secret that he was actually a Celestial Spirit that of Leo of the Lion Constellation. Hence why she called him cat only when they are alone though, she knew from the first day she met him said he smelled different than the others and she's not even a Celestial Wizard and she knew it. Though Dez was smart just like her sister. He watched as she ran slim fingers through her long red hair spraying droplets of water around as she did making small little rainbows around her as she did. She is so pretty, even the smallest move of hers is graceful. "Do you know if Mirajane actually took care of my place while I was gone Loke?" She asked looking up at me those chocolate colored eyes staring at me looking so warm. "Oh I dunno it's been a busy year. . ." He said offhandedly, pushing the glasses firmly up his narrow nose. "So what happened?" I asked as we walked up the hill heading to my small flat. Once in my apartment Loke spent a full hour explaining about what had happened in the past year of Fairy Tail. Our new recruit of Lucy Heartfilia, the attack from Phantom Lord and his Elemental Four. Shaking my head I looked at him from over my cup of tea, he looked worn out as if he was at the end of his strings. "Loke can I have your key?" I asked can't recall how many times I've asked this question it was surely over the hundred mark that's for sure. "You know I can't do that Dezzy. I can't go back and that's final plus you can't access that power. . ." "I can mimic magics better than ever now, Loke. I learned a lot while I was on Helios they for a village full of Okami and Kitsune's know a lot about magic." I said leaning over the table staring him right in the eyes. "I can't do it I must pay for my sin. I am to die soon, my power is waning I'm starting to fade in and out it's quite rough on the body I must say." Loke said with a smirk finishing the last of the tea. "Loke let me try." I begged. "No, sweetheart it's just not working sorry." He said trying to sound suave tossing in a playful pet-name. "So you are just going to leave me like this?" I said pouring more tea for myself, keeping my eyes on the liquid not daring to match his eyes. "You are making it sound like you didn't know that I am running on borrowed time. I don't want to leave you or Fairy Tail but it is time for me to go." "I bet all of your fan girls will be upset." I said with a bitter tone, almost as bitter as the tea. "I told them that I am breaking up with them. I don't want to leave them hanging thinking I will return when there is no way for me to come back." He said softly a self-deprecating smile on his handsome face. "Loke can I at least see it?" "And fall for that lame trick? No, Dezerea I will not let you have my key, I am glad that I found you though I didn't think I would see you again and I was a bit afraid of not getting to say goodbye to you. You are the only one around that knows my secret my true self so I sort of consider you my best friend. Though I wish it could have been more." He said reaching a hand out placing it out on top of mine. I moved my hand away quickly, red blush dusting my slightly tanned cheeks I didn't like that feeling. Getting to my feet I walked away from him, why wouldn't he let me try and help him? Going to the window looking out down the hill through the small forest stood the town that I had been away from for a whole year a lot had changed in that time. Surely nobody missed me I could walk into the guild hall and probably Mirajane will say hello and that will be about it. I'll walk up the second floor to the S-Class Mage floor to look for a new job Laxus will stare at me wondering who I am. He might asked who is the chick showing off a lot of skin. But if anyone does actually say anything they will say her name and not mine. "Can I asked a favor of you?" Loke asked placing a large hand on my shoulder grasping it tightly, placing the other hand on my waist his fingertips grazing over the bare skin. "What, cat?" I asked looking into his eyes catching a bit of my reflection in the lenses of the glasses. "Can I have a kiss? Just one, small peck." He asked in a soft gentle voice it was laced with a begging tone. "A kiss?" I questioned feeling thrown off - he has never asked for anything like that before from me. "You didn't get enough from your girls on your goodbye tour?" "I want one from you Dez." "I bet it's just for the same reason all the other guys who have kissed me." I said bitterly flashing a angry look. "Huh?" "Oh so that's how it would be to kiss her." I repeated what I've heard so many time in my life in a mocking tone pushing away from him. "Dezerea I want a kiss from you not her - she scares me." He said mentioning my sister. "Yes because I'm the non-threatening version of her that is approachable, the desperate one that wants someone to see her as her, so she'll take whatever she gets." I said my voice raising in tempo with my heart that was starting to beat like mad. "No, I want the kiss from Dezerea Scarlet not Erza Scarlet." "Because EVERYTHING is about Erza!" I shouted angrily my anger towards my twin sister rising in my chest and pushing through my lips. "The great and wonderful Erza the beautiful, strong, talented Erza." "No this is about the brilliant, tantalizing, powerful Dezerea." He countered cornering me towering over me hands on my shoulders holding me in place his body pressed against mine. "No. . ." I sobbed feeling scared now. "Yes. I'm going to kiss you whether or not you want it Dez, so close your eyes." He said in a growl, it sent a shiver down my spine as he looked at me with those bright eyes. Instinctively I closed my eyes at that request even though I didn't want to - or did I? I felt a pair of soft lips press against mine, gently nipping at my own, his hand snaked around my waist holding me against him firmly as the other hand pressed on the back of my head. I let out a soft moan, just barely audible but even being in the Human World for three years now the Celestial Spirit still had excellent hearing. Grinning Loke leaned in again for another kiss teeth biting on my lower lip a little tugging a little as he weaved his fingers in my red hair. I pushed him back some I shook my head negatively but he ignored me as his lips darted to my now exposed neck. Sucking on my neck leaving a bright mark on the skin letting out a satisfied growl Loke rested his forehead against mine. "I wish I had enough energy left in me, to give you a proper farewell." Loke said softly hot breath tickling my ear as he nuzzled his nose into my neck. "Yes, it's way too late for anything between us, so stop this torture Loke please." I said softly pain in my voice, why was he doing this to me? "I know I was weak. . .I couldn't care for you in the manner you deserve so I tortured the both of us for so long. I'm not even strong enough now to take care of you like I want to. I feel so faded." He said softly wrapping his arms around me tightly holding me against him. "Don't say those disgusting words." I said as a pit of fear opened up in my stomach was he going to say something drastically stupid? "I wouldn't dream of saying it out loud to you sweetheart. I will treasure this moment for the rest of my short life." "It could been longer just give me your key." I said stubbornly. He kissed me again this time it was full of passion, he was showing me how he felt acting out those words instead of saying them. Why did this feel like a knife stabbing in my heart? Pushing him away I shoved him back rushing out of my flat I left his presence I couldn't take it anymore. Why did I return to Magnolia? I was happy in Helios - no one knew of me no one knew of the Great Erza I was my own person there. Running down the hill I made my way through the town heading to the Guild Hall of Fairy Tail, it was still in the middle of being fixed but it was decently functional by the exterior. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest over the thoughts of Loke and all that he had just told me. Opening the door to Fairy Tail I looked around it was loosely full of people in various stages of self-repair from the recent battle with Phantom Lord and building this place from scratch. There she stood looking tall, bold, brave, serene, beautiful - my sister. Erza Scarlet the Re-Quip Mage S-Class Mage of Fairy Tail Guild. She was at the job offer board she was looking over at the sheet standing next to Gray and Natsu. There was a slender blonde holding Happy the small blue Exceed patting his head as he munched on a fish. She must be Lucy the new Celestial Mage the reason Phantom Lord showed up to Fairy Tail. Walking over to Erza I stared at her for a while before she noticed I was there, the whole guild hall was silent not even Cana was guzzling down alcohol. "I see you still live." I said simply as she locked her chocolate brown eyes at me. Then I walked past her to the Master, I think Erza and I are the only one that calls him that other than that he's called Gramps. Makarov Dreyar is our Guild Master and is highly respected amongst other guild masters. He saved my life a long time ago I owe him a lot, that's why I came back for him. I still owe him once I pay him back I will move to Helios and live amongst the Okami and Kitsune. Bowing down lowly to Master Makarov I pulled out a bag full of Jewel that I earned from the mission that I had just finished. "Master Makarov I return from Helios - here is my payment." I said placing the money to his left. "Welcome back child. The sun land was good to you." He said cracking a smile. "Yes, Helios only saw one day of rain during my mission I think it lasted about ten minutes Master." "I need to speak with you." I heard my sister call out from beside me, her voice sounding strangled. "I think it best you speak with your sister Dezerea it's been a long year." Master Makarov said as I took a step away from Erza. "Who is that? She looks just like Erza she even has that same strong feeling, well not as threatening." I heard the blonde say softly to Happy. "That is Erza's twin sister Dezerea - aye. Dezerea is a S-Class mage just like her." "She does Re-Quip just like her then since she's her twin?" Lucy asked feeding Happy another fish. "No - she's a specialist, sorta." Happy said shrugging his small shoulders. "Huh?" "What Happy is saying is that Dezerea knows a lot of magic she is what they call a Jack of All Trades." Gray said looking over at Dezerea then to Erza. "That's not a Specialist technique Happy - that's just a lump of stuff." She said with disdain in her voice. "Don't listen to them." Erza said noticing the look in my eyes, knowing that I was getting upset with the remarks. "They don't understand." "And you do? Oh wait you have to because you are my twin you automatically know everything about me." I hissed walking briskly out of the Guild Hall. "Dezzy please - there is a new pastry shop that opened down the road a few months ago they have really good cake." She said giving me a smile placing a hand on my arm. "Be glad that I haven't had any cake in a year. . ." I said sourly following her to the shop. We sat in a small corner of the small shop she ordered strawberry cake while I ordered raspberry. The two of us sat in silence eating the cake, forks not touching the plate not a sound being made as we ate. Slowly my twin started to tell me what had happened in the past year, I didn't bother to tell I already heard from Loke I wanted to hear at least two sides of this story. Sometimes Loke tailored things to his own needs - it was in his nature to do so, so I didn't hold it against him. Also in lieu to make sure his secret was never told we made sure not to talk much together in public, he would visit me in private if he wanted to vent some frustrations to me that only a Celestial Spirit would deal with. Another thing that hurt about being friends with him is that it had to be in private, my heart clenched painfully thinking about it. He was going to die soon and he wouldn't let me help him, I needed that key. "So how was your mission in Helios?" She asked after telling me all of the news, pleased with all my planned remarks. "No one knows about you there so I am free to be me." I said simply. "That must have felt really good then, to be free of my shadow. You know I do not condone any of it, Dezzy." She said placing a hand on top of mine. "It doesn't matter if you do or not Erza it just is how it is I will forever be in your shadow no matter what I do. So once I pay off my debt I will leave Magnolia for good they were good to me there in Helios. The Prince wanted me to stay, I told him I would go back once -" "You are done paying off that debt to the Master." Erza finished my sentence not even wanting to start her normal argument about this debt of mine. It had been a long drawn out argument between Master Makarov and Erza for a while they believe I don't owe Fairy Tail anything for saving my life in the way that they did. What had happened. . .it's been four years and I still have not paid for it. "Not yet - thanks for the cake I am tired." I said getting to my feet. I felt a warm pair of arms wrap around me as my sister hugged me tightly pulling me tightly against her body. Letting out a gasp I tried to push her away but she held me so tightly I couldn't move my arms. "I'm so glad that you are still alive. . .I was worried we couldn't get a hold of you at all. No calls would make it through to Helios - I thought you might be dead." She sobbed. "I won't die so easily Erza not when I owe the Master so much." I said softly leaning my head against hers. "Plus you don't seem too worried you didn't go after me to drag me home again." "I told you I wouldn't go after you again after you threatened. . ." She said slowly and quietly remembering the fight we had the last time I attempted to leave. "That I would kill myself? Do you trust that I could be that strong and do that?" I queried. "You are stronger than I am." She said softly squeezing me tightly. "Not in the slightest - I am just your shadow." I said feeling bitter with myself. "Please stop saying those hurtful things." She said pushing away from me some to look into my eyes. "I'm hurting your feelings, dear sister?" I scoffed in a mocking tone. "My heart. . ."She said simply knowing that my heart was hurting just as bad with each word I spat out felt like a knife stabbing into my black spotted heart. "I'm tired I've been on the road for several weeks without stop to get back to this hovel of a town." I said switching subjects. "Let me walk you home."

#fairy tail #fairy tail fanfic #chapter one #in her sister's shadow #oc

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deliverydefresas · 7 years

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write luna and ambar interacting thanks to simbar or maybe luna worrying about ambar's intentions once simbar start dating! Thank you!

AAAAHH, I’m so sorry for the delay! I’m sure you even forgot you’d sent this lmao

but anyway, i’m finally catching up with prompts! woop woop! hope you like this 2K words of idk what hahahaha

NOTES: well, obviously simbar are dating already, lol. also it is told in luna’s pov even if the whole thing is about simbar lolz

more of my simbar ff | more of my sl ff

“My eyes still can’t believe this is happening.”The words came out of her mouth, incredulously at what she was seeing.

Her best friend with his arm around the girlthat had sworn multiple times to make her life hell, his lips constantly on hercheek and temple, their chairs so close she was almost on his lap, smile as bigas China and Russia combined; that was something she would have foresaw even inher wildest dreams.

It had been over two weeks since Simón andÁmbar had made their relationship public, and she was still shocked about it.

“I can.” Her boyfriend’s best friend chirpedfrom the other side of their table, his eyes too on the couple two tables downfrom them, “Ámbar would never pass the opportunity to be with someone aspopular as Simón and the Rollerband are. I’m sure she’s loving all theattention that her new status as his girl is bringing to her now.” Hisgirlfriend and her best girlfriend elbowed him on the ribs, eyes opened wide, “what?It’s true!” Gastón responded, rubbing the side Nina’s elbow had hit.

Luna looked back at the scene, this time with afrown on her face. Could it be possible that Gastón was onto something with hiscomment? When it came to Ámbar nothing surprised her anymore.

Matteo, sitting on her other side, shook hishead, “you really don’t know when to shut up, buddy.” He laughed, and sipped alittle of his mango juice before dropping his eyes on her girlfriend’s greenones, “Ámbar has standards, yes, she’s set them a little low this time, but I’msure she actually likes him; don’t worry, love.”

Luna’s frown deepened a little, “how can you beso sure she’s not using him to gain more popularity? I don’t want that for him,he deserves someone who cares and loves him for him, not because his career is taking off!”

“I know her, Luna. If this was a plan of somesort for her, she wouldn’t let herself be as close to him as she is now. Notwithout some kind of feeling in between.” He reassured her, drawing circleswith his thumb on the small of her back.

“You think?” She asked, and Matteo looked atNina for support. The universe knew Gastón would only worry her more if hetried to help; his best friend was still bitter about the whole Nina/Felicity videoincident from last year to help Ámbar in any kind of shape or form.

Thankfully, Nina didn’t disappoint, “Matteoknows how Ámbar’s brain works better than us, Luna. You should trust him.”

Luna’s frown disappeared when she heard herfriend, but her eyes stayed on the couple; only this time, she focused on theblonde girl instead of Simón. Ámbar sitting beside him, almost on him because the distance betweentheir chairs was nule, legs intertwined by their ankles, her shoulders back,and proud smirk intact even when she spoke to Delfi or Jazmín, who were seatedwith them and Pedro. She’d occasionally turn to him when he went to give her cheeka kiss, so they’d kiss for a second; before sipping her drink or flipping herbangs out of her face. She didn’t look as smitten as her friend, but she didn’tlook uncomfortable or forced, either.

Luna was torn. Biting her lip, she turned toMatteo, who could already tell his girlfriend wasn’t convinced at all.

“When we go skating, I need you to distractÁmbar for a moment, preferably long enough so I can talk to Simón.” Matteo’seyes showed uncertainty, but nodded anyway.

She needed to hear the words from his bestfriend to get the feeling of doubt out of her system.

They all had been skating for half an hour whenshe gave Matteo the okay to leave with Ámbar. She wasn’t so sure what excuseher boyfriend had told her to get her to leave, but she was sure it wasn’t agood and believable one if Ámbar’s glare was anything to go by. She’d alsoasked Gastón and Nina to distract Delfi and jazmín with an interview for theFab&Chic, because she knew that, the moment they both saw her alone withSimón, they’d run to get Ámbar.

She waited for a minute after they left toskate towards her best friend, who seemed to want to leave now that his girlwasn’t there.

“Simón, wait up!” she called out, stretchingher arm to stop him from leaving the rink. Simón’s smile greeted her when heturned her way.

“Hey, pretty one. What’s up?”

He was practically radiating happiness. Thedimple in his chin was more prominent than ever, and his eyes sparkled withcontent and joy. He had smitten written all over his face, and it threw her offa little.

Not once had she seen him this way, not ever.She hesitated for a small moment, she didn’t want to ruin his relationship byplanting the seed of doubt, but she also didn’t want him to get heartbroken ifÁmbar was indeed using him.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” theseriousness in her voice confused him. He took a step towards her.

“What about?” he turned serious too, once herealized something was up with her. Luna looked around to make sure no one wasthere to interrupt them, before sighing.

“It’s about Ámbar.”

Simón didn’t say anything at first. He justkept looking at her, still serious, before he blinked, “Ámbar?” Luna nodded, “whywould you want to talk about her?”

“I just,” she struggled to find the words, “areyou sure she likes you?”

Simón blinked again.

“What?” he was thrown off by her question, “you’reasking if I’m sure she likes me? I’m sorry Luna, but what the hell?”

She fidgeted a little under his stare, who hadhardened significantly after she’d thrown the question. “I’m just, I want youto be sure she’s with you for the right reasons. That’s all.”

Simón’s face softened a little, and sighed, “whoput this on your head, Luna?” She was dumbfounded by this.

“Eh?”

He smiled a little, “I know you, squirt.Someone must’ve told you something that made you worry about this. It’s not inyou to automatically think something was up. Now, spill, who was it? Matteo?Nina? Jim and Yam?”

Luna took a step back, and shook her head innegative, “Gastón may have said something about Ámbar never missing the chanceto gain popularity, and while I admit I hadn’t thought about it before, I haveto agree with him. I don’t want you to get hurt because of her, Simón.” She admitted.

“Luna, Luna, Luna, what am I gonna do with you,huh?” he chuckled, and stepped closer to held her hands, tilting his head alittle to be at an eye level with her, “you don’t have to worry about that,okay? I like Ámbar, and she likes me, too. No weird business involved, alright?Believe me.”

She searched in his eyes for any kind ofhesitation or proof he wasn’t absolutely sure about his words, but found none.So, she sighed in defeat. “Fine.”

Simón laughed at her face, before pulling herin a hug. “What do you say about skating with me for a while? I have a couplemore minutes before I have to help Pedro interview people for new staff.”

“If you insist.” She mocked him, snorting alaugh when he began moving them towards the center of the rink with a funny expression.

Luna forgot about their discussion soon enough,but the weight of doubt wasn’t fully gone yet.

The next morning, a knock on her doordistracted her from tying her school’s tie correctly. She exclaimed a quick “comein” before messily tying it; thinking it was her mom hurrying her to godownstairs already.

Surprisingly enough, if it wasn’t her mom, butÁmbar who entered her room.

The blonde scanned quickly the room, the usual disinterestedlook present on her face. “Lunita,” she greeted her. Luna was confused to seethe older girl in her room, and it showed in her voice.

“Ámbar?”

Said girl smiled tightly, “good morning.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way but, what areyou doing here?”

Ámbar shrugged her question, “can I sit?” shepointed to chain near Luna’s desk, when she nodded, the blonde continued, “Icame to talk to you about something.”

“To me?”

“It’s about Simón.”

Luna jumped to a defensive stance, “listen, ifyou came here to give me the “stay away from my boyfriend” talk let me tell youalready that I won’t because 1) he’s my best friend and 2) I have-”

Ámbar rolled her eyes, before interrupting her,“I didn’t come here for that, you loser.” The brunette was taken aback.

“You didn’t?”

Another eye roll, “no.” The blonde straightenedher back, looked at her, and sighed before speaking again, “Simón told me youtwo had a talk yesterday. One that involvedme.”

“He told you?” At this, Luna was surprised.One, because she didn’t think Simón would actually tell her, and two, becauseshe didn’t seem as mad as she would’ve imagined to be.

“Surprised we actually talk?” Ámbar’s tone made her feel a little guilty. She didn’t soundhurt, but offended.

“A little.” She admitted, to which the othergirl huffed.

“First things first, if I’m here it’s becauseof Simón asked me to. I had absolutely nointention of explaining myself or my relationship to anyone, especially notto you.” Ámbar glared at her forsecond, “secondly, no, I’m not using him. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t like that he’s getting morerecognition, but I’m also very proud of him and the losers he’s with; hedeserves it.”

“Thirdly?”

“Thirdly,” Ámbar took a deep breath, “I likehim, a lot. He’s a sweet kid, he listens to what I have to say, and tries tounderstand where I come from. He… Simón makes me want to be better. Because Iknow he actually cares if I am.”

“I- woah.” Luna was stunned. She hadn’texpected Ámbar to come at 7 AM and pour her feelings for Simón on her, muchless to look as sincere and vulnerable as she was right now.

“Finally, I wanted to apologize for my behaviorbefore,” the blonde looked uncomfortable, a small frown appeared between hereyebrows, “I guess I was lost and didn’t know how to overcome my insecurities.”

Luna blinked a couple times, but accepted herapology, “don’t worry about it, Ámbar. It’s okay.”

“I didn’t,”said girl huffed, “but Simón made me promise I would apologize.”

The brunette’s eyes sparkled with mischief, “you’refalling for him, aren’t you?”

She could see it now. The way her blue eyeschanged from her usual disinterest to a hint of warmth, the subtle blush andthe small lifts at the corners of her mouth whenever she said Simón’s name wasenough proof for her. Ámbar was as smitten as her friend, she was just lessobvious about it.

“That’s none of your business.” She scowled ather, but her blush intensified a notch.

Having said what she came to say, Ámbar stoodup from the chair, and walked right to the door, arranging her uniform as shewent.

Luna stopped her before she could get out, “hey,Ámbar?” the blonde turned to look at her, “why? Why change now?”

Ámbar paused, thinking her answer beforetelling her, “it’s better to be the hero of your own story than to become thevillain of someone else’s. I get that now.” Another pause, “however, this doesn’tmean I’m going to be nice to you, you’re still… Lunita.”

Luna laughed, but nodded in recognition of whatshe was trying to say.

She wasn’t going to make her life hell, butthey weren’t going to become best friends forever either.

“That’s okay. And don’t worry, I won’t tellanyone this talk ever happened.” Ámbar rolled her eyes, but she could see thehidden gratitude in the barely noticeable nod she gave her.

“Now, hurry up. I don’t want to be late becauseof you.”

Luna watched Ámbar close the door, and smiledinwardly. She had nothing to worry about, Simón was happy and with someone whowas happy with him too, so she had to be happy to.

And then, she groaned out loud; because Matteohad been right once again.

#simbar #my simbar ff #sl ff #my sl ff #simón álvarez #ámbar smith #soy luna #sl #asked prompts #mine #simbar ff #what is this who knows not me

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Clone Wars The Mandalore Plot

Season 2 Episode 12

- - 🖕 (I’m sorry that’s just for the morale (Moral) After last episode. .

Any way,

“15 Hundred,”

Five Leaders

One clearly more important,

The Galactic senate was closer.

Republic Senate

Leader

Duchess Saltine . Secretly building her own army . . .

Her business. . . . Separatist ...

She’s already separate ....

Also there’s a hologram so it must be true . Never mind Yoda’s all powerful gossip mill ever being wrong

Can’t have that - So they’re sending Obi-Wan and Anakin to snoop,

Or just Obi-Wan *Pffft*

Claims

Going to snoop - Going to get some tea for master Yoda- -

(I won’t do the standard valley girl- Gossip clichés)

Damn Aight!

Blue Eyes!

Blue Theme

Snar-king

Also is that bitter- ness-

Okay.

Big!

(Scale is nice)

Whelp, White

Big Doors.

Aight Whelp-

Skipped tour

Also, Painting Of Self ... Aight ... Glass . . It’s Glass. (Am I supposed to be getting something big and grand . . Or Holy? . It’s the same as any big building ... With �� glass

... Does Obi-Wan just have a thing for glass we never knew about ?

Emotions what am I supposed to feel?

Okay ... Recognized ... Also who is this guy? . He’s not really wearing the blue themed clothes of the guards ... and everyone else ... Prime Minister Alec ... Authority assumer . . Public servant

One authority assumer to the other..

Also, like there’s anything else ... Like he still a “peacekeeper” In his job description No?

They haven’t switched it to military yet (Quite) ... False ... IDK ... Yoda’s got holograms. ...

And the damn rumor mill. ... Can’t piss the guy off . . Republic ... Is this a trap? ...

The Dutchess Satine values peace more than her own life.

But no account ability.

Views

What?

....

Past?

Okay yeah he was out of order

But that immediate sharp response Was pretty damn harsh ...

Like dude sounded like he had stabbed his toe against the table —— This dude took it to murdered it’s family ... Why?

Dude ... Assuming a lot of authority . Over the tone .

Like whose family did Obi-Wan’s statement kill

Damn tox.. and sharp . . . Severe ... Are you certain? . . . Damn you want to check their bodies... . . . Ser- iously, You’re here to collect a statement ... (And maybe grab some tea for Yoda... ..

Yeah like dude escalated it to a whole new level ... But you are not helping ... Mandalorian armor ... Right

- How-

Dude seems ,truthful-

Also why is dude here getting the blight of Obi-wan’s rage.

Well

Not exactly formal..

‘Shining Jedi Knight’

What?

‘Again’

Should- I recognize this person

I Distinct

Also did they send someone with the baggage?

After all these years you’re more beautiful than ever

There was no emotion in that line

Flat

But then again maybe he’s moved on ... Is a knight

...

No Attach ment-

Accuses

Treachery

It’s not treachery it’s- leaving neutrality-

But yeah he is a gosp.

Also yeah we just switched towns from a unprofessional to professional (Narc Terms)

Okay

One dude

Why?

He had emotion ... For a moment ...

Aight

Okay..

Right...

—- Right

“Violence,”

Claiming authority over a whole lot of people ...

Dark ... Commandos

He couldn’t have possibly been one guy

Jedi .

Everyone-

People AUTHORITY

. trust worthy

. I know we sound defensive.

What?

No-

Okay, seriously, what is with the tone ...

Like yeah the dude was sharp ...

But not in a defensive way...

In a Whoa WTF Dude, Where Did that come from-

On the Whoa someone’s not in a good mood

Nothing defensive

Dutchess flips on a dime . But that’s on a snark to professional Scale ... Only person acting sus is that dude that has no reason to be here and we have no idea what he’s doing

And I’m kind of worried that’s because the authors forgot to act- ually put anyone acting sus

So just had dude say it

Like yeah it’s obviously him that caused the problem

She has a valid point

They are 100% snoops;

And if you didn’t want him here why did you allow him.

But mostly I’m on Obi-Wan who they continue to treat as a kicked puppy ...

Like no he was fine. till a few minutes ago

And is equally guilty (Particularly of the things he’s accusing him of)

And the tone suddenly changed To a smaller Quasi-one for him

He isn’t innocent

And I don’t know why this keeps happening to the Male characters

When an actual point is brought up against them

But like he was fine taking pot shots At Dude,

Now there’s suddenly accountability

The HECK, Writers,

Oh god,

This is turning Boomer - And the mandate dictating you learn the baggage of the past (Because dear frick If the past Fixed The Past, Absurd)

And not like the present would be non-tox enough not to start shit

...

There seems to be a clear imbalance between How the male characters are written and how the female characters are written

Note; I don’t give a fluff for gender Just that there’s a clear dip In quality emotion

When one it identifies as such Is �� on -screen . . .

We have three main female characters;

Padme; Who is characterized as a shrew (Fine you can cover to toxic Relation ships)

Ahsoka; A child who acts far beyond her age (Unchildlike Mature) And is held to unfair accountability by the narrative (And assuming Anakin is an adult This is only a problem with the female characters Barisse, Quickly Suffer- Ing Similar...

But not anyone else (The two other un-gender ed Padawans React Ing In Properly Ordered Fear (About)

Now Saltine Characterized Well Her actions pro-claim her A pretty fair Leader (If snippish) Which is fine if you want to write about (Tox Ic And enabling relationships) - The issue. - is the way - The male leads Are portrayed..

Look at this;

What emotion is it trying to portray?

Anger? Jealousy?

Heartbreak

Innocence.. Is the only valid answer I could Come up with..

When I call it,

- “ A kicked puppy dog look,”

I mean;

“Lowering the standards to animalistic To avoid accountability,”

It’s Cheating

If it was hurt, the irises Would Be Dilated Narrow-ed

Lip straight

This doesn’t portray any human emotion

It’s cheating

-Good thing- I won’t ever have to worry about holding Obi-Wan or any of the others accountable -With puppy dog- And it never happens with any of the female characters

Always 100% accountable

Even when they shouldn’t be. .

- Amidala, Saltine And Ahsoka are characterized as shrew, unreasonable (Kicker of puppies) And abomination

While our (main) male characters ... Nothing . The second consequence comes a knocking The puppy Dog eyes - - Come Out-

[Which is unfair To characters of any Ident-ification-

——

That’s enough about the character rants Back to the story

Aight

Seriously, What?

[I know that’s like being threatened by the army..”].

But, dude’s reaction was tame.. ...

Layout keeps changing . [Not a consistency issue, Just a confusion one,]

Okay - No Emotion - Forced

???

Prospere

Also that was a tonal change ...

Whoa ...

Where did these emotions suddenly come from??

Group Death watch

Great

Tox inside enabling ... Re-negades Hey plot relevan -ce

Violence — War

Tox

The very definition of tox

Great

Oh you’re going to solve it with violence..

Aight..

Work- Ing-

Criminals

On going invest-igation - Wide-spread Small

She clearly noted it was small..

Move-ment

Exact-ly

Hooligans

Vandalize

Aight, Adults,

Nothing More

Cus-tody

Con-cord -ia Dude stop being a doubting asshole .

Thank God cut away from this unhealthy-

Anyway, It cuts to what is assumed to be the moon.

Al right just a small camp

If the tox people want to quarantine themselves . . . O-kay . . . Well-

Jedi

Upset

You decide The people you Inter-act With (And tolerate presence of )

Support the Death Watch . Your small club ..... house Isn’t that much Of a concern to him . . . And clearly wasn’t serious . . Duchess Saltine. . . Peace -loving - - TOO subtle. . (She’s still an enabler)

So I wouldn’t get too wo- rried

And

“Promise,”

No he doesn’t . . . this seems pretty particularly a “screw you move”- Sit Ua- tion - How-

Yeah this is a pretty “screw you” situation

Take Over

Whelp.

That’s Am- bitious.

Once the senate

Mandalore

Look, that’s unlikely

Like she didn’t just explain yeah it’s nothing don’t worry about it . . .

Like unless you watch something go down right in front of you.

That’s it —

The “guy who caused the problem, is dead

You’ve been given advanced warning about a group

No reason to escalate

Military Pr esence

Unlike the usual assumed authority they are surrounded with,

This will

piss them off.

Most Dis tast ful

dude’s really assuming the worst but then again that’s the Dark side’s MO

Death Watch

This is really some conspiracy theory territory.

Urgh, this plan really sucks.

Death Watch

Well it’s small, they have armed guards...

Gonna go with no

Back here

Peace-keeper-

Sure

Front lines

Of conflict

Yeah, As in they caused it by assuming authority Inst- - A job he had no authority to do and basically covers all peaceful resolution - Insinuating all the rest of humanity is savages ready to tear themselves apart, and only this dude’s influence - stops the

You know- they could study peace instead. Write articles about it, Do Works. Like you don’t need to start a war... Or assume authority..

To enjoy peace

And to keep it

If it can be done with suffering, it could be done very easily without,

The work of a peacekeeper is to make sure conflict does not arise

No that’s extreme- Authority Assumption

If someone’s going to be a douche bag,

A peacekeeper (Accountable) As someone who doesn’t enable bad behavior (When it is enacted against them,)

And holds them selves Acco untable,

Desc-ription

And your’s is. . . . Seriously both these two have a pretty... negative view of the world. Both operating under a similar; Must control the world, Otherwise every-thing will fall apart- - Though Obi-wan Has A Point; In the fact that his Is a slightly more Per-son al- I must do my part to protect the world, While Salt -ine- “I must get others to pro tect Others They still draw (erroneous) blanks At the “Anyone needs saving from anyone” . . . . Thing-

Realism doesn’t mean terrible . . . (If anything it means having pride in your humanity and what it has accomplished). It’s the very model.. of a good thing. If you’re not toxic)

Ideals . . . “Abandon” - ?

Response

Political convenience . .. More specifically the convenience... of self-destructive.. tendencies

Whelp

What The Frick?

When did this happen?

Seriously leaving unwanton anything should’ve been a warning sign. ... How did no one notice the apparent- Un- Wanted - Addi-tion? - Okay

Well hope you have a good enable healers on staff.

Or maybe just healers..

Depending on the awareness - Okay

Smoke

Hool igans.

Yeah they could’ve

(And we’re probably- going to discover that they did through very complicated means.

Like seriously Obi-Wan jumping to con clusions-

Like five people got slightly inconvenienced

Are we sure it is in a smoke bomb?

Because that seems pretty likely

Considering we haven’t seen any damages so far.

And no one looks dead

Also I guess it’s time to act like a reasonable adult and let Saltine handle her own problems.

Off-world Er

So the Separ atists.

Are you sure of that

You’re the one that brought up that it couldn’t be “Deathwatch”

Stop bla-

Eat shit Obi-Wan

You were wrong

Okay, time to be an authority assumer and launch an attack on those assholes

(What?)

She’s overall peace

She was planning...on bringing those guys in anyway

Hit them. . Hard. This goes far beyond vandalism..

Then show the actual dead..

Because all we saw..

Was a smoke bomb and these guys coughing

That’s pretty damn -close to vandalism

Next to lighting firecrackers..

In the park. . .

Political statement against your government Oh No,

(Is that supposed to be threatening?)

Seriously all they did was throw a smoke bomb and heck off

You

Don’t act surprised.

Palace

Here

(Oh no they might throw another smoke bomb?)

You’re just gonna let him,

Like he has a point

[But still the intensity is way too high for what they’ve shown,]

Oh no, Smoke,

Inter-view

What the heck who gave him that authority?

Like; He’s just some random Senate peacekeeper

That’s...like

No,

Also yet no one needs medical attention so just stay right there

Dude couldn’t have possibly been injured in the attack

Or fled the scene

Or activated whatever it was with remote detonation

And also it’s up-to the apparently neutral peacekeeper instead of any local authority

Like your job is to dispense food and make sure everyone’s ok

And yeah their military and “peacekeeping” Sections are Com- bin Ed (And I’ll admit I don’t know much About assumed authority Lines)

But pretty sure that’s like a dude in military uniform (Out of Country) Yelling that he wants to question people. (Like you don’t have the authority to do that)

And is a pretty good way to get a rock chucked at your head.

Make sure everyone is okay,

Then what about selective immediate accountability thing going on here can happen (Appease Logic,) Scene

Dude’s the guards just freaking, bowed to him

I don’t think- Police National En-for cers - Are usually so kind

To extra- Ven Ous Forces In- ter Ven- Ing- - Like this was exactly what Saltine was talking about . . Overextension of authoritative power

(Not acco-untability just what’s happening)

What?

Was that the carrier?

Who?

You there

Dude, that’s a normal reaction to a military professional Claiming bullshit power,

Dude could’ve probably mistaken you for the terrorists..

Aight, Right,

Also an attack just happened,

(Yeah it’s a little delayed but he could’ve just gotten news)

Okay

Talk

Dude, the dude just saw an attack, saw an individual standing over the body of their leader (armed Jedi- Or Sith) I said person claiming to “stay there”, I’m not saying what he’s doing is right, But you’re having a damn unsympathetic- React-

Older Gentle- Men-

(You know I’m surprise no one blames Obi-Wan, After all, He’s the one that lead her out here,

Would’ve made sense for the carrier Guy, The one that was acting sus, to be the per-petrator

(And he would have the knowledge to frame Obi-Wan)

That would’ve been nice,

Hurt you

You didn’t

(Ergh)

Seriously your leader was just-

No one wanted to take her to a healer?

After?

(Like she didn’t want to get the smoke inhalation thing checked out either?)

Fair (But kinda of stupid)

Yeet

Frick

Movie, You- did not earn the tone to make that work

Seriously dude could be saying “I won’t work with a terrorist,” - Also wow a cult full of old people

Real . intimidating

Well time together of the guards hold a funeral for that guy (Standard Prac -tice) And go kick that moon base.

No- reas-

He died

Yeah, Sucked

But a) don’t make buildings that tall And b) he did that - Damn - Aight - Re- action - Why - Whelp

Ahh, No,

He was all splayed out

There’s nothing dignified about the position

... Emotions Seriously what am I supposed to feel.

Why is there holy music playing in the background?

Also no one wants to get a healer?

Like I know he fell But seriously,

Not even gonna try

(Like I know I’m harsh, But even I would try..

Do Some- thing What-

Why-

Also Obi-won is this the time?

Whelp.

Com-cord-ia

Seriously, and that’s not just do you know a coi-ncidence-

Our moon

But what did he actually say?

[Because if it’s ‘I thought he was a terrorist’, Then fair,]

Body

Escort

Seriously are we not covering what he said?

Like the story seems to be lam -basting him for being Con-cord -ian

But I assume innocence until proven guilty,

.. .

Progress

You can’t even speak their dia-lect

Yeah and I know (body language)

But

“Especially when you’ve just been involved in the death of a colleague,”

She’s got a point?

Seriously, ever since Obi-Wan got here there’s been nothing but destruction

I’m surprise she didn’t kick him right there right now and is like this is why we’re neutral

Like this could’ve been some good story tension. .

So what is the actual plot?

The guy who caused the incident

is dead

The group is extremely small And unable to prevent arrest,

Cord- Random Couple

“I didn’t kill him,”

Dude, seriously

If you were smart you’d leave

And let Duchess handle the problem which she was clearly doing

Before things went to very light shit - At arrival - i’d back away too . “I Know,”

How?

You know what also would’ve been a good conflict?

Duchess arriving in the middle of it..

Only hearing the man say “Don’t do it,” And seeing him fall off..

Obi-wan’s “Catch,” Gesture ...

Mistaken for Shov -ing - Duchess not seeing his face —— Showing the flaws of her assumed guilty - Mind Set-

And make for some good emotional tension - Instead-

Why I’m still talking to you

Despite having nothing to go on besides faith which seems beyond my general compr- ehensive philos- ophy -

(Con sist ent- characterization what’s that?

-Normally I don’t work on the rag on the chara- cterization because yeah adults can change what they do

(but I do think it- could be a bit more knowable - The changes seem to happen randomly - and with little sentiment connection - Or type Of Pre amble,

Don’t get me wrong - It does happen - Rarely - I just think it could be done with a bit more delicacy and consistency - And Care - What is that reaction - What?

Okay..

Alright, What?

Why?

Okay

That’s happen - Ing

First

Right

Okay..

Least they brought a guard..

Aight, Okay,

Con-cord

That’s- a different look

Not Gonna- Com pare-

Agricultural

Wait is that a different planet?

What?

Mining Base

Yeah let’s fuck with Mother Earth

/Con- cord

That can’t possibly go wrong - Forests

Oh, yeah

Dear Frick

Finally growing back-

So you stopped with that?

(No burning pollutants in the air?)

Okay, Well

A more well-established palace than hers.

Which just saw a door and then there was an even a smaller door

And glass..

Appar-ently has a thing for glass.

Whelp-

Okay-

Wait-

The highly industrialized mass of cities- is the Galactic palace

But the former mining facility is a beautiful orderly castle in the middle of a green field.

I think someone got the sets messed up...

Why?

[This is really messed up]

Also yeah there was some kind of terrorism and things got blown up...

That’s weird..

Council -

V-sla

Also one of your guys totally died-

Members

Wouldn’t-

[Okay, hear me out, I know I’m doing a lot of this;

What if this conversation happened before, In the castle;

To give us a list of suspects; And making sense; As she is the top ruler of everything

And then, we broke into these little bits

[Establish the characters

Then make them plot point,]

Also, this wasn’t the scene shown earlier, Was it?

Separatists

That would’ve been a good line earlier

...

Truth

This was the man who murdered

So wait, you did know about that?

So why were you acting like the Separatist claim was so out of the question?

Correct; Reaction “Yes ma’am, of course ma’am sorry about what happened,

We-”

Like Dude is acting pretty chill for one of his citizens screwing someone up

And it’s sus

“Bomb,”

So no one‘s dead?

Also wait ‘Memorial shrine,’”

The heck was that never brought up?

I thought it was just the outside of the castle

The dude screwed with a memorial ?

Why?

[The intensity in this is whack..!]

Hm.

He was apparently part of Death Watch Wait, when was that ever confirmed?

Do you speak?

A worrisome prospect

That’s, your reaction

Pardon

What..?

[The tone is way off.]

Not as in writing a child- like an adult or writing an adult -like a child

(Or Animal)

This is the “What’s the emotion?,”

There’s

Er-

[The tone is so damn-]

Whelp

Aight-

Random Grab!

Not Okay!

Words. (Circ um stance-)

Favor

What

Dinner

- - -

What? The lip-sync’s - Off?

I can’t -tell-

The tone is so - distorted -

Look Around Mining facilities-

Like Seriously -

Do you want-

Also, he could’ve asked for a damn tour

[No need to do this subterfuge.]

Seriously, Obi-Wan is lazy avoidant smart, Till it comes to instigate some shit

Un- necess- arily-

aight... .

Oper-ational

[Damn It]

Tox

Problems

Literally doing it

Right now

Could, just asked for the tour . .

Solutions

No-

Opposed

Well if you actually had some - character-ization

Weren’t

Tox*

|my brain’s starting to go numb

Why?

[Not the brain, The Plot.]

Whelp

Right

Also yeah, dinner after that

Different guy?

Dude- Completely different hairstyle?

Duchess

Condolence.

Retrieve

Seriously,

Just Emot- ion

Very properly

That - looks pretty different-

Where?

Okay?

Sh adows-

Okay cave carvings

Right

Aban- On -ed

I mean

It does

There’s stuff on it yeah

But they could take people for tours down here [The things samples on how it worked)

[People do stupid things]

Wow

OK so they have some helmets because it used to be a manufacturing plant

Makes Sense-

Maybe you shouldn’t screw with someone’s display?

What

One dude

Great, you have one Mandalore enthusiast

Or a role Actor-

Whelp-

Okay-

Mission

With a light saber

Yeah you start a talking

then you do the action [if necessary.]

...

Seriously it’s one guy,

Two?

Okay

...

Dude, Force them.

Obi-wan -

Obi-won sucks..

...

Mis- information

This dude’s a dick isn’t he?

Like, The tone has been damn off ...

But this dude is supposed to be the villain I think

(And it’s not the carrier apparently)

Watch

Death Watch.

Stands

Why do you care?

A person just died

And we’re focused on this?

Like, Ma’am - Is your reputation seriously, The biggest thing worry- ing you right now? —- Without any sardonics - Or any - self-awareness - The tone has been on the floor since we started,

Right

Okay seriously

that’s villain lighting

Engineer

How?

Also, Some guys manage to smoke down the outside of the palace.

This is turning into the intergalactic incident?

It Isn’t-

That’s a very interpersonal matter.

And also ‘oh yeah this is gone beyond anything that I can expect but I won’t question you person who was supposed to keep track of it?

Hmm

Literally..

Nothing about these characters have been established

Are Satine and that dude close?

What

[it is a Mess,]

Along

You

But Is

Se- paratists

Power-ful

Don’t Drink

Also wait what was that logic?

No-

Okay,

What?

Jedi

This one’s weak

[if it was any other Jedi these guys would be arrested

by then]

Harm- less

I mean even with it he was fecking useless..

So you’re going to call Saltine Now?

Love..

Whelp

“Hey Satine I got my ass kicked again,” (Why do they send him on missions?)

Time?

Okay,

Ice

Fair,

General

Good,

Right

He clearly saw that right?

Al -right

Okay, Now,

Fatal-

Why?

Good,

Took .... Dick . . Yet ...

Aight

Nice

...

Try Ing .. .

Whelp

Why?

Look.

Why?

Whelp

Obi-won is a weak bitch (Term)

Hate

Un-

Un think the dialogue is reversed here,

Saltine was the one that was heavily against Involved (Direct) Approach

And the hair stroking thing

just seems like something

Obi-won Would Do...

Killed

This is really backwards

Obi-Wan is the one that is directly involved

Sal-tine She’s very sit on the sidelines from what we seen..

It would make more ....

Ser-iously?

(What is going on with the chara- cter- ization- )

Ag-

Right-

I honestly thought that was Rex for a minute

Blue ...is a theme

Whelp

(The reenactors are getting pretty serious,)

(Then again she did punch out)

Jedi

There’s two-

Which is two more than general Kenobi can handle,

But he’s got Satine, so that’s all right?

Whelp

Screw-

Now More

Stand and fight

So just Satine.

Stand ...

You got your ass kick- ed

Satine should’ve gotten that line,

Frick

Whelp. ..

Heck..

[Recap; That twist was real fucking stupid, Obi-won gets beat up the fifth time the Remix, and does Satine get injured?

I don’t know

....

WTF!

When it’s not excusing it’s characters from some accountability by using cheap tactics,

It’s tone is a mess;

The emotions nowhere to be found

The chara-cterization “Off the wall”

* Not in a good way . I can’t honestly say a single thing I Le- ar n ed

About The Chara-cters

Satine? Apart from the narrative treating her like she’s completely unreasonable

Nothing,

I can’t say a single thing for this character

There’s seem to be an attempt of banter between her and Ken-obi

But it’s completely inconsistent

Honestly, it feels like the writers had an idea (Or a line Of dia- log ue- And just threw it in hap hazardly-”

Result-ing in some (border ling) reality breaking scenes

Where a character says something happened

Didn’t

Which could work

If the tone wasn’t an absolute MESS!

Also the villains

Suffer From Clovis Syn-drome

(Or a near variant)

Because nothing is set up - The tone isn’t even

It feels like we’re supposed to hate this guy Before anything bad happens (The same as with the carrier- Who Did Nothing)

Screw ing Up The Story

Which is “Obi-Wan screws up Every -Thing And Lives- -”

my thoughts on this episode; (In a more organized form,)

Is that;

“Obi-wan screws up everything,” (As is my alternative tone for this episode)

*title

Is a Confused

un- alt ere -d

Mess

Suffering; From

Lack of set- up, proper chara-cter-ization Proper Tone- Emotion- al De- vel op e ment, None Chop- ped, flow- ing Narra- Tive-

And borders, on not being able to be considered a story

[Resemb- Ling Much Of The “Blue shadow virus,”. arc, Except With -out The Abominations But More nonsense,

[Bring back a persistent writing issue, To refuse to develop anything correctly,]

Addition Al; A Quick Possible Re- Write Recap; (To wash the bad taste out of my mouth)

-Obi-wan arrives at the Palace

(Possibly Soft, Mournful Play Ing To Indicate Sadness, Loneli ness, Turn- Ing To Harsh -er -Tri- um ph an t (Pro fes -s Ional Music [Heavy Brass]

The Carrier Greets Ner Vous ly (Poss Ibly Try -ing To Ex-pose Dis -spell- The Rumor -s (This is his cover)

Poss- Noting

Obi-wan meets Sal-tine Not- Ic-eable Wrist Ful Nes s-

Saltine Is Con- Cern Ed

Snip- Ish

Believing it to be the Jedi Council.

Dis-liking the military involvement in her country/ Planet

Till Obi-wan clarifies that this is a social call. . Ordered To Re- new Their Neu- trality pledge- By Chan -cellor Palp atine, The rumors Back Hill, Gossip,

They go outside for Saltine To Give A Public State Ment- That Goes Off —- (Possibly in the middle of Satine and Obi-Wan hav-ing An Argue- Ment Over Per form a tive Action (Neutral Vs Active Phy- Sical)

That Occurs)

Obi-Wan is held in suspicion for being a military personal ( And the damages only beginning when he arrived)

Not to mention;

Him being in, the hallway, The only one they can place Where are the bomb was set Things Go Badly

(Possible circumstantial Evidence, -Fram -ing

Either way Obi-Wan is now awaiting some kind of trial

Which he makes it worse,

By refusing, To wait,

And trying to find the actual suspect..

He does

The “Incident” Happens,

And now it looks worse than ever;

Sateen cradling the dying Man-d- a-lorian

Who Invokes The Jedi To Blame

Satine Is Up- Set (~Angry)

Obi- won Eventually proves- The Existence Of Death Watch. But that point- It’s Al-ready Too Late, Bridges Burned In his pursuit for justice, Along with his relation ships . . . Saltine Taking The Evi dence Coldly Tell -ing Him “To Leave,”

Victory At the cost of everything dear,

[Leader Not Reveal ed Yet]

[Citi- Zens Pri- Med For Darth Sidious]

[Castle’s Blue, Fading To The Neutral Re- flec- tive White)

[Carrier Possibly Hint- Ed Gone Often]

[Senator Possib -Ly Engaged/ Husband, If You Want That Drama

Moral; About Mov- Ing On

[Ending scene possibly kept the same)

*To Foreshadow possible Anakin

But with a lot more weight-

[End]

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