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anotherbeingsworld · 4 years

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Homecoming (Bryce’s POV) - Part 2

Read Keiki’s POV

Summary: Imagines on meeting Keiki for the first time, but from Bryce’s perspective.

Characters: Bryce Lahela and Keiki Lahela.

Warnings: None, language-ish. Nothing more than that.

A/N: This is the second part for this series-ish? The first part was Keiki’s POV and I am very glad that all of you enjoyed it! This is entirely Bryce’s POV which is the scene before MC meets Keiki, and Bryce bringing home the groceries. Its like an imagine of what it would be like? If it’s not accurate or anything, I apologize. This is my take and, I hope it goes well. I deeply apologize if my grammar is wrong since english was definitely not my first language. Enjoy! (I have doubts sghsjskskss, but...enjoy...) // Thank you @fantasyoverreality98 for assuring me about the whole part, I am grateful! Much loveee <3

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The music is blaring, as he inspects the selfie that they took at the music festival. The others were dancing including Casey herself, as she looks like she is in her element. Bryce smiles at the sight remembering their small moment earlier, it certainly makes up for all the lost time they had.

His phone vibrated suddenly, as the familiar name appears on the screen. Keiki.

He felt a pang of worry , as she never calls even after his departure. He knew it was important. Bryce called out for Casey, as his eyebrows furrowed in worried which was sensed by Casey herself. She pulled Bryce out of the crowd, as they stopped at a vendor, where she looks worried at his sudden change of behavior.

'I need to go.' Bryce stated as he walks away answering the call before Casey could call back for him.

The conversation went by quickly, as he took the train back to his apartment. It took him by surprise, after their conversation. Bryce never thought about seeing her again, but… the thought never left his mind. Despite what his parents did, Keiki is still his sister above all. He felt a pang of guilt as he remembers the voicemail that he left during her birthday 6 months ago, as she was living her life luxuriously in Hawaii, or that’s what he thought.

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Bryce was seated on one of the train seats, as it started to move. His mind was anxious, as he was trying to figure out the reason for Keiki's sudden arrival. He has a hunch that there were problems happening at home, but he shook the thought away since Keiki Lahela was known as his parent's very own princess that they would spoil rotten including a unicorn for her 5th birthday.

The walk to the apartment seems to slow down, as memories from his past (the good ones) are playing in his mind. Despite being years apart, Bryce and Keiki are each other’s best friends in the household. A memory during his senior year has floated in his mind as he is making his way back to the apartment. The memory was during a birthday celebration of his friend once upon a time, where the Lahela name was hated by the whole population of Maui.

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Bryce was out with his ‘friends’ as they were celebrating the beginning of the senior year. They decided to hit the bar, as most of them had reached 18 including Bryce. The first few hours were okay, as they were having fun. But, their fun was cut short; by a local who recognize him.

“You!” The stranger yelled at his face, earning a number of stares from the bar.

Bryce looks over to his friends, as he swallows a lump in his throat. He wasn’t drunk, as he realized what will happen. But, he didn’t flinch as the stranger continues.

'You are one of them right?!' He suddenly pushes him as his body falls onto the floor. The customers let out a gasp, as the majority of them were recording the scene.

'What are you talking about man?' Bryce replies as he wipes the sweat forming on his forehead before he stood up. The stranger was looking furious at him.

'You ruined my life! I trusted your family, and this is what I get?! All of you are a bunch of bastards, who came here just to ruin our lives.' He yells once more, as the customers all looked at Bryce with hatred in their eyes.

'It's a Lahela!' One of the voices shouted as they came forward yelling at him for everything his parents had done in the past.

‘We were supposed to have a baby, and now… we lost all of our money because of you!’ Another voice was heard.

'Liars!' The chorus of chanting was heard, as Bryce immediately leave the premise. He sighs as the fate of his life was always going be this way. His phone beeped, and he saw horror; he was removed from every friend group and, there were threats to his position in the basketball team.

‘Crap.’ He places his phone back into his pocket, as he made his way back ‘home’.

The house was dark as it was almost one in the morning. He made his way inside as he saw one of the house staff was waiting for his arrival.

'Hey, Jones.' He said before Jones lets out an expression he knew all too well; he was in trouble.

Bryce nods before making his way to the office, where his father would conduct his 'business'. He has a huge hatred towards the room as it brought so many good memories that were disguises for their business. He pushed the doors where his dad, is stood waiting for him with a stern look in his eyes.

'Do you know how late it is?' His voice was cold, but Bryce didn't give a damn.

'It's almost 1 a.m. So?' He crossed his arms feeling tired of this so-called conversation.

‘You should be back before curfew!’ He slammed his hands on the table making him startled.

'I'm 18, I can take care of myself.'

He shook his head,

'No, it's my house. My rules!'

Bryce's eyes were filled with hatred,

‘Fine, I will leave this hellhole as soon as I can!’ He yells back, as his father looks at him stunned.

‘You dare talk to me like that?’ He just rolled his eyes in response.

‘I give you this life Bryce, you should be thankful for it!’ His voice boomed through the room, as he notes that people will hear this conversation but, he didn’t care.

His eyebrows furrowed in anger,

‘What life? Tell me what is this life you keep on mentioning about ?’ He paused before continuing.

‘You stole from people, you lie to them. You stole their lives, they lose everything because of what you did! And, who gets the blame? Me!’ Bryce pointed to himself letting the anger rolled out.

‘You know nothing, boy!’

Bryce lets out a scoff,

'Yeah, right?! I am not stupid, this life you had been giving me, it was never a gift. It’s just a stop that I had to go through before I leave this place forever’

Both of them stopped as they heard the door creaked open, revealing Keiki who is rubbing her eyes.

‘Dad, Bryce?’ Her soft voice was heard through the doorway making both of them quiet.

‘Hi sweetie, what happened?’ His dad’s voice transformed, as Bryce makes his way to Keiki.

‘I heard screaming, and… are you fighting with Bryce?’ She asked as her eyes gaze into Bryce’s making him soft.

‘No…we were just talking…’ His father replied as an attempt to convince her but, Bryce knows that she wasn’t convinced.

Bryce walks up to Keiki and took her by the hand,

‘Let’s go Keiki, I’m going to take you to bed.’ His voice made Keiki smile as both of them walk away from the room.

The walk was short, as Bryce accompanies Keiki to her room. They walked inside as Bryce gaze onto the spacious room. The walls were pink, as there were toys every corner of the room including a huge play-house that his parents bought for Keiki. He just shook her head, as he felt a tug on his shirt.

He glances and saw Keiki already in the bed, as her eyes filled with worried. A kid supposed to have fun at her age, not worrying over the adults.

'You okay kiddo?' His voice is soft as he lays the question out.

‘I just…I hate it when you fight with dad.’

Bryce chuckles at the statement,

‘It’s just… hard you know. Dad is different and, we just… have different heads.’ Bryce gestures to his head making Keiki giggle as he ruffles his hair as an attempt to calm her down.

The smile on her face, making him happy. He wasn't very close to his parents, but.. with Keiki. It's different, somehow it felt like an escape from the real world when he was invited to one of her playtimes.

‘Will you and dad will ever be okay?’ Her eyes hopeful as Bryce went quiet, don’t know what to answer as he didn’t know the answer himself.

Bryce just nods, without any words coming out. He didn’t want to give her false hope, knowing one day he will not be here to watch her grow up.

'I love you, Bryce.' Keiki said as she pulls him into a small hug, as Bryce returns it happily,

‘I love you too kiddo.’ He replies as he ruffles her hair once more before he retired for the night.

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It was years ago, as it replays in his mind. It was one of the ‘good’ memories he had whilst being at home. After he left for college, he never looked back. He didn’t regret it, but…somehow he wished that his life was happier not for the sake of himself, but for Keiki.

His apartment was in view, as he quickens his steps up the stairs instead of the elevator. It was a short commute, but he felt himself feeling nervous by the sudden rush. He hasn’t seen Keiki in years, and… he didn’t know what to expect. He wished her a happy birthday 6 months ago. But, there were no replies.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure leaning against the door. Bryce quickly makes his way, his steps quicken as Keiki's head perked up at the sound. A small smile appeared on his face, as he did a quick look at her. She has grown up, and there no signs of hurt anywhere. He sighs in relief, and he stops at the door. He was about to say something, but… he shook his head before unlocking the door.

A new future that has been presented to him, and he will try his very best to be there for her. Honestly, Bryce didn't know how to feel but…somehow fate knows better than him. The fact that he had missed seeing her and this felt like a sign for him. He silently hopes that maybe they can be close once more like before. Hopefully.

THE END.

A/N: I hope all of you liked it! I am very nervous to post this, but... I tried my best! Thank you for reading! 🧡🧡

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damn-stark · 4 years

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Crossed Stars Ch.8

Star Wars x Marvel

A/N- I know that after the time jump, Steve mentions his girl Peggy, but for angst reasons he will not do so in this series....anyway I hoped you all liked it!! I love how this chapter turned out, so let me know y’all thought!!

Warning- ANGST, slight swearing, LOONG CHAPTER

Pairing- Poe Dameron x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Takes place during- The beginning Endgame!

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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(5 YEARS LATER)

“You did the hardest part. You took the jump. You didn’t know where you were going to come down.” Steve turned to you, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips while he grabbed your hand to interlace it with his own to continue what he was saying to the group.

“For my girlfriend and I it was hard. For the both us, but we both learned to take those baby steps forward, together and alone.” You look to the group and share a quick nod in agreement to Steve’s words, sharing your own in a soft and understanding way.

“And that’s it, that’s those little brave baby steps we gotta take to try and become whole again, try and find purpose.” You look to Steve and give him his turn to speak, said man’s gaze fixated on the floor for a moment of hesitation before he recovered and spoke.

“I went in the ice in ‘45 right after I...lost my best friend. Woke up seventy years later,” their was a brief pause in his sentence, shrugging before he continued, “you gotta move on. Gotta move on.”

It was hard to miss the hesitation in his voice. Maybe as someone who didn’t know him personally it was just an encouraging choice of words, but for you, after dating him for four years (almost 5) you could hear. And maybe, perhaps after five years of working so hard to do that, to feel as if these groups or just self work and growth worked, part of you still didn’t move on. Their was always going to be a part of you that was never going to move on from that grief.

Who would? Watching the people you loved disappear before your eyes would haunt anyone.

The positive thing that you did feel was that Steve was there to help, he was always there to help and he did help you somewhat move on. Their was some small part of you that did think you could move on with him. Maybe even become something more significant. But their was also part of you that couldn’t move on from...Poe. Especially as of late. With those stupid feelings resurfacing. Stupid.

“The world is in our hands, it’s left to us guys. And we gotta do something with it.” A tear manages to roll down your cheek at the sound of Steve’s words, said man noticing and giving your hand a comforting squeeze as he continued. “Otherwise...Thanos should’ve killed all of us.”

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“How was today?” Steve asks as he stops the car in front of the compound.

You place a strand of hair behind your ear and give him a small nod, “very motivational. Like always. You’ve just gotta a way with words.” You giggle, placing your hand behind his neck to rub small circles at the sides, “I loved it. Really. You coming in today?”

Steve nods his head in agreement and unbuckled his seatbelt all the while, “yeah I’m going to say hi to Natasha, it’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”

“How about we go out and eat to those sandwiches you both like. We can invite Poe too?” You suggest with a more excited grin.

“Sure sounds like a plan.” He moves forward and presses a soft kiss on your lips, staying close to say, “thank you for coming today. It really means a lot that you do.”

“We’re both doing this together.” You caress his cheek before pulling back to exit the car at the same time he did, “Natasha should be in the office, you ask her and I’ll ask Dameron.” Before you could even hear his answer you walk into the compound, immediately being welcomed by Artoo. “Your favorite person has returned rust bucket.”

Artoo responds with the same sass, making your eyes roll in a lighthearted way before rubbing the top of his head and asking him a question, “is Poe around?” The droid beeps in agreement before he gave away the pilots location, letting you rush upstairs to find his room with the door cracked open.

You lightly knock and wait for him to answer or come to the door. After a couple of minutes of waiting you sigh and knock again, causing Artoo to beep at you encouraging you inside without an answer. Something you quickly denied, “he could be...indecent in there, I don’t know, maybe he has his...friend there.” Artoo sass’s you in return, all something you now ignored. What was the point to argue with that droid, you would go nowhere.

Again and trying one last time you knock, but this time the door swings open revealing the curly headed pilot, a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes plastered on his face. “Hi, you back already? I thought you would be out longer.” He leans his shoulder on his doors frame to try and cover whatever or whoever was inside. A gesture you found quite weird, something that also made you notice his quick and heavy breaths.

Ignoring that you shrug and answer his question, “nope, Steve brought me home earlier today.” You clasp your hands together and briefly glance to the ground, now noticing that this is the longest he has stayed in the same room, or same space in the past couple of days.

Actions that started after your lunch together, where completely out of nowhere his behavior changed to what it was a month ago. Weird and distant. Maybe it was his friend Kacy or maybe he realized something more like you had after that stupid double date....who knows? He never told you anything anymore.

“You busy?”

Poe scratched the bag of his head while his smile faltered and he began to stammer. “I..uh...I”

“If you are it’s okay.”

“No I’m not....Whats up?” He stayed glued to the doorframe, moving to block your peripheral view when he noticed you try and peek inside.

“You’re acting weird Dameron...you sure you’re not busy?” You probe again.

He chuckles nervously, “no no I’m not. What’s up?”

BB8 rolls up behind him, his little head peeking behind at the side of his leg, a series of happy chirps at the sight of Artoo and you, all before he urged you inside. “At least someone here has manners.” You taunt pushing beside Dameron to just get stopped by said man as he grabbed your elbow.

“Hey, wait,” he paused for a long moment, his eyes locking on yours, just making your heart begin to beat wildly in your chest and stay glued to the same spot without urging him to move away. Almost feeling like your limbs were frozen, only letting your eyes follow his line of sight go to your hand for a quick moment, not knowing you had caught on, “I—you know what forget it, it’s nothing.”

He let your arm go and tried to have your conversation in that spot, still stubbornly refusing you to go in until BB8 once again urged you inside “are you guys hiding something? Or what’s up? You guys are being weird.” This time you successfully got past Poe and walked inside his room, noticing how blank it was—his walls weren’t filled before but he had some stuff pinned, like pictures, or he had his guitar case leaning in a corner, jackets or shirts thrown on his chair, and a little space for BB8. But now he had nothing, not even clothes hung inside his closet.

“You remodeling or something?” You asked nervously.

Poe sighed deeply, whispering something under his breath you didn’t catch. His hands running through his curls before he dropped them at his side, his lips parting to explain but getting cut off when you noticed an envelope with your name on it.

“Y/N, wait.”

You smirk and take the envelope, waving it to taunt him, “you write me your deepest darkest secret?” Poe tries to snatch the envelop, but you’re quick and swerve his action.

“Don’t y/n. Please don’t.”

Carefully you swipe your finger under the flap to tear it open, slowly poking your fingers inside to pull out what seemed to be a letter, a deep and shaky exhale heard from him before he tried to once again snatch the letter but coming out unsuccessful.

You unfold the letter and grin as you read the top out-loud, “Dear Y/n, I...” Your smile completely drops as your eyes scan the next few words, tears already brimming your eyes, making Poe curse under his breath and try and take the letter one last time, but it turning out as before, with you moving out of the way and read said letter to yourself instead.

Dear y/n,

I didn’t want to say goodbye like this or at all actually, but it’s time I do. After five years of watching you better yourself and be in a happy relationship with Steve I can’t stay anymore. You just don’t need me and I’m okay with that, you’re okay with that. You’re happy and that makes me happy, and yes it’s true I wish we would have been something more. I’ve been wanting that for years, but you know I’m willingly to give that up because you’re happy, because I’d rather let you go than lose you.

I love you and if you’re happy with someone else then what can I do? I hope you have the life you always wanted, I hope you stay happy forever because you deserve nothing less. And I would write more. A lot more, but I’m afraid if I do this would be too long so I’m okay with writing this. Anyhow I know you’ll understand my choice to leave and I hope you’re not mad because of it. I’ll always be a fly away, or a call away. I love you. You’ll always have a special place in my heart.

Goodbye sweetheart.

Poe

Tears land on the shaking paper in your hand, pulling your eyes up to meet Poe’s apologetic look, his hands already going to grab your own before you pulled away and continued to glare at him. Your mind trying to come up with one single response, something so hard with millions things coming up, all things you wanted to say.

“Y/N—”

“You’re leaving?” You tried to disguise your voice to make it sound angry but it came out hurt with a soft crack as tears you couldn’t control fell, “you were going to leave without an explanation? You were going to leave while I was gone?!”

Poe moved forward, his hands trying to cup your cheeks or grab your shoulders, actions that got rejected as you kept moving back away from him.

“It’s time for me to go home.” He whispered to the floor, blinking up to you when you didn’t answer right away. “Y/N did you hear me?”

“I thought you said I-I was your home?” You’re unable to meet his gaze, unable to keep your voice from sounding hurt and betrayed.

“You are,” he swallowed thickly his own eyes pooling with tears, “but I can’t stay anymore. You’re going to start a life with Steve and I can’t be here to watch that.”

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed together, this time the anger you were beginning to feel burning hotter inside you and making you take big step forward, “who said that? What?”

“It’s time for me to move on...even if it’s without you.” Poe continued.

“But..” their was too many emotions running through you, many things you needed and wanted to say, all of it just getting lost the moment you wanted to speak up, all of it just feeding your anger. “You know what, leave see if I care.” You follow by balling the letter in your hand and shoving it in his own, “and keep your stupid letter. I don’t care for it.” Without another word and in blinding anger you push him back and try to storm away, but you should’ve known that it was impossible to get the last word with Poe.

“Please don’t say that,” he tried to grasp your arm, but you quickened your pace, trying to slam his door only for him to catch it and push it back, his mission to explain himself deeper not dropping, “y/n please don’t let it end like this. Come on.”

You twirl around and point your finger at him, trying to sound angry and determined but every word coming out the opposite of the demeanor you tried to feign, “leave! that’s what you want to do, just do it, I don’t care!”

“Y/n,” Poe pleaded, “just understand that—” his words were cut off at the sight of Steve and Natasha coming to view, both looking to have some sense of hope, almost excited—the opposite of what either Poe or you felt.

“Uhh..” Steve looked akwardly between Poe and you, wondering what he had walked into, but not daring to ask—atleast not at that instant. “Y/n, Poe we have some news,” Steve spoke up with uncertainty.

“What about?” You turn to face him, but avoid looking at either avenger in the face. Hiding the fact that you had been crying.

Natasha shared a questioning glance with Steve, neither of them asking what had gone on and instead letting Natasha answer for Steve, “A friend just came. He says that their might be a way to bring everyone back.”

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Traveling through time? What the hell.

The more they explained it the more confused you were. It sounded ridiculous and unreal, not only that but it was meant to be a sense of hope, a new solution after five years. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it.

“I don’t know if I can do this again Steve,” You sigh looking up at him with a watery gaze, “I’ve....” You hesitate to say your next words, but do so even if it felt wrong saying them, “...moved on. And if it doesn’t work I don’t know what I will do.”

Steve understood your hesitation, he felt it to but he had more hope than you did, he believed their could be a way...he needed to believe that.

“I know,” he tried assure you, “I know but it’s a second chance. What if it doesn’t work? We have to have hope.”

You shook your head in denial, “that’s what we said last time and look how that turned out.”

Steve wiped the tear from your cheek and then grabbed your hands in his, “one last time. After this we’re done, I promise.”

“Steve.” You cry.

“One last run. If it works you’ll get your family back, we’re doing this for them.” He gently pulls you in for a hug, one hand around your shoulders and one hand on the back of your head to pull you in closer. “One last time.”

Even if part of yourself didn’t believe it was going to work, their was still a small voice in your head, a small light that had always held hope for a solution to bring everyone back. And you gripped onto that small hope as hard as you could, for a what if. But if didn’t work you don’t know what you would do.

“Fine...one last time.” You whisper before pulling away, “before we leave I’m going to talk to Dameron.” without waiting for a response you walked off to talk to said pilot. Even if the thought of him made your blood boil—it shouldn’t, him deciding to leave shouldn’t anger you as it did, but their might be small, super tiny chance it might be because of those stupid feelings that resurfaced...or more like never left.

When Poe hears you walk into the living area he lifts his head and watches you walk towards him, his eyes lighting up with hope thinking that you were here to talk about something else rather than what you actually brought up.

“Are you going to help? Or are you still leaving?” You couldn’t even look at him while you talked, the emotions, the letter you read before still fresh in your head. All of it just increasing your anger tenfold. “Because if you are I’m leaving in a couple minutes. I mean if you’re still planning to leave while I’m gone.” You remarked.

Poe sighed and chose to ignore your comment, “I’m staying to help, but just know that if it doesn’t or does work I’m leaving regardless.”

You nod as you bite the inside of your cheek, “yeah I figured.”

“Y/N if you have something more to say about me leaving or....a reason why I shouldn’t leave then tell me.” His words were quiet but they held emotion in each word, a sense of hope for one truth, a revelation.

Stopping by the door, you look to the ground, ignoring his question and commenting something else in a expressionless manner, “We’re going with Steve and Natasha’s friend for help, you can come if you want or you can wait for us to return.”

“I’ll wait.”

You wanted to look back but you had to force yourself not to, to just walk off to meet up with Steve instead.

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“No, we know how it sounds like.” Scott stammered while he took the cup Tony offered him.

“Tony, after everything you’ve seen is anything really impossible?” Steve tried to explain to his long time friend. A friend you knew wasn’t going to follow with your plan. You didn’t need to know him to know that. But it was understandable, he didn’t want to risk the life he now had.

Yet...you hoped he would help.

“Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck scale, which then triggers the Deutsch proposition. Can we agree on that?” Tony explained, all he said coming through one ear and exiting out of the other. Not because you were choosing to ignore him, but because you simply didn’t have a clue what the hell he was saying.

But through your confusion you took the drink he offered and expressed a soft, “thank you.” Before your ears perked up as he spoke to you.

“You’re letting him do this?” Tony questioned whilst pointing to Steve.

“I’m barely doing this.” You shrugged.

Tony then turned his attention back to the group, “In Layman’s terms, it means you’re not coming home.”

“I did.” Scott pointed out.

“No.” Tony interjected with a sigh, “you accidentally survived, its a billion-to-one cosmic fluke. And now you want to pull a...what do you call it?”

For a couple seconds Scott thought of his answer, a faint amused smile playing at his lips; “a time heist?”

“Yeah, a time heist. Of course. Why didn’t we think of this before? Oh, because it was laughable. Because it’s a pipedream.”

“The stones are in the past.” Steve added, “we could go back to get them.”

Natasha then followed Steve’s comment to add her own, “We could snap our fingers. We can bring everyone back.”

We hoped. Their was no guarantee. Or like Tony just said we could, “screw it up worse than he already has”

In some way you wanted to agree with Tony and think that this was wouldn’t work, because you knew nothing good would come out if it didn’t, but you were also trying to look at the bright side. Trying to play off that hope that you once had, that you once carried with joy.

But it was something hard to do, especially after hearing the disappointing answer Tony gave, after you had tuned out part of the conversation they had. “That’s right Scott. I won’t even. I can’t.”

The door creaked open, revealing Tony’s daughter running out to hug him and making anything anyone else was going to say drop at that instant. “Mommy told me to come and save you.”

A small smile broke through your serious demeanor at the sight and sound of the little girls comment. Feeling a slight bit envious at how Tony seemed to have moved on even after the events that happened, at how his life turned out to be. In some ways wishing you had gotten that life too.

“Good job. I’m saved.” Tony stood up and directed his next words to the group, “I wish you were coming here to ask me something else. Anything else. I’m honestly happy to see you guys—Oh and the table is set for seven.”

“Tony.” Steve interrupted, placing his hand on Tony’s arm, “I get it. And I’m happy for you I really am. But this is a second chance.”

“This is my second chance right here, Cap. Can’t roll the dice on it.” Tony turned his gaze away from Steve and turned to the group, “if you don’t talk shop you can stay for lunch.”

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“Well he’s scared.” You comment while you walk towards the car, “I would be too.”

“He’s not wrong.” Steve agreed.

“Yeah, but, I mean what are we going to do?” Scott stammered. “We need him. What, are we gonna stop?”

“No, I want to do this right.” Steve paused for a moment as he came up with another plan, “we’re gonna need a really big brain.”

“Bigger than his?”

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“The whole time travel do-over?”

After being distracted by some kids and a unimportant question to the matter at hand, Steve finally got Bruce to answer, even if it was sounding as disappointing as the answer Tony gave.

“Eh, guys, It’s outside my area of expertise.”

“Well, you pulled this off.” Natasha pointed out, “I remember a time when that seemed pretty impossible too.” That was all he needed, that little push from Natasha. Who you knew in the past had a thing for her, and she had a thing for him.

It was a step towards a direction. Right or wrong? Well we were going to have to wait for that answer.

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“Okay here we go. Time travel test number one.” Bruce announced.

“Time travel? That sounds ridiculous.” You mentioned under your breath, expecting no one to hear but being surprised when the person you didn’t want to talk to did.

“We once thought the force wasn’t real. Not until Rey proved us wrong. This is just like that.”

Poe was and had been trying to talk to you all day, making little comments, standing and staying close, trying to make jokes or ease the stressing situation. Acting as if what happened the day before didn’t actually happen. What a joke. His behavior only upset you more.

“I’m still not talking to you,” You sighed as you, not bothering to hear or look for Poe’s reaction or response. Instead watching Scott turn on his...van thing and watch as Steve returned to join the group, and stand at your side.

“Breakers are set. Emergency generators are on standby.”

“Good, because if we blow the grid, I don’t want lose, uh, tiny here in the 1950s.”

“Excuse me?” Scott exclaimed to Bruce’s comment, one that was hard not laugh to, as bad it actually sounded.

“He’s kidding.” Natasha chuckled, feigning a smile, “you can’t say things like that.”

“Its-its j-j—it was a bad joke.” Bruce stammered before he went to respond something Natasha whispered to him that you couldn’t hear.

“You’re good, Scott.” You showed a thumbs up to try and assure the man, even if you had your own doubts, “just get your helmet on.”

Bruce turned back around to face the machine and Scott to inform him what was planned, “Scott, I’m going to send you back a week. Let you walk around for an hour then bring you back in ten seconds. Make sense.”

“Perfectly not confusing.” Scott remarked.

“Good luck Scott. You got this.” Steve encouraged, making said man smile proudly at the comment.

“You’re right. I do, Captain America.” Seconds later Scott vanished into the machine, letting you look down to your droid.

“Artoo why don’t you stand by the power...just in case something goes wrong.” The droid listened to your command and stood by the power while you continued to watch the machine nervously, waiting for Bruce to pull the lever to bring back....a boy? “What the hell?”

“Uh, guys..this doesn’t feel right.” The boy looked at himself in slight fear and confusion, making you just as confused as he seemed to be.

“Who is that?”

“Hold on.”

“Is that Scott?” Poe questioned, his brows furrowing in utter confusion at the sight.

“Yes, it’s Scott.” The boy that claimed to be Scott vanished into the machine, seconds later an old man taking his place.

“What’s going on?” You wondered.

“Oh, my back!”

“What is this?”

“Can I get a little space.”

Steve and you walked towards Natasha to give what Bruce requested, both of your wondering gazes remaining on the confused old man.

“Can you bring him back?”

The old man disappeared and then came a baby—stars this was going horrible.

“It’s a baby.” Poe pointed out the obvious.

“It’s Scott!” Bruce exclaimed.

“As a baby.”

“He’ll grow.”

“Bring Scott back.” Steve stressed.

“When I say kill the power, kill the power.” Bruce instructed, making you turn to your droid and giving him a count down he understood while waiting for Bruce to say the words, “and...Kill it!” At the sound of the words Artoo did so and the right Scott returned this time, looking just as lost as the other “Scott’s”. The sight and knowledge of this not working making you sigh and a frown to appear on your features.

Quietly and in a upset mood you turned around to walk away from the failed experiment, tears running down your cheeks knowing that you had brought your hopes up for nothing.

“You okay?”

Without having to look back you knew who it was, it was easy to recognize Poe’s voice. And as angry as you were with him, as much as you wanted to tell him to go away you just didn’t have the energy to do so, instead you sat down in nearby seats, dropping your head in your hands to try and collect your thoughts. Moments later feeling Poe’s presence in front of you, making peek through your fingers to see him crouched before you.

“I know how you feel, you know I feel it too.” He spoke softly, a long look displayed on his features. “It’s okay to have hope. Even if it failed it’s okay.”

“How is it okay, Poe? It took me so long to move on the first time.” You sigh, lifting your face to reveal your glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks, “and now with this...I just don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“It’s still not over,” he placed his hand on your cheek, still trying to assure you, even after you had been rude. Not only today but the day before. Maybe he should leave, you didn’t deserve him to stay at your side after how you acted— “we’re still going to try until it works. We’re going to get Chewie, Rey and Finn back. I promise you that we are.”

A soft smile broke through your demeanor before you took his hand in yours to quietly express what had been gnawing at your heart. “Please don’t leave.”

Poe only stroked your knuckles with his thumb, a conflicted look passing through his eyes. And before he could comment anything, the sight of Natasha made him stand up to face her. Said women ignoring what she had seen, keeping the smile she came here with displayed on her lips before also speaking up in a hopeful way.

“It turns out that even after saying no, Tony found a way.” She shared before adding a joke, “a correct way.”

—

Sleep was impossible to get. With your nerves keeping you up, with the overthinking making you your mind replay what Tony announced and explained, thousands of outcomes and thoughts just running into your mind. Mainly the thought of what if it actually didn’t end up working.

It was a high possibility. Even if Tony Stark was supposed to be one of the smartest humans on earth—but you were trying. Keyword trying to think of positive outcomes while working on the machine you were going to use to do said “time travel”, but doing that was also hard.

If it worked it would mean that you would finally reunite with Finn, Chewbacca and Rey. Also with the squadron that you had lost. Thinking of that also made you giddy, it made you smile and often times get you distracted from the assigned work. But that work also kept you busy. It kept everyone busy...well almost everyone.

“You’re drifting left.” Tony told Thor as you both walked past him, the shocked reaction at the sight of the new him still very present on your face. “One side there Lebowski.”

“That’s really Thor?” You whispered to Tony. Said man looked over his shoulder to get another look at his friend, his eyes narrowing before he looked away and responding.

“I think.” Tony then directed his next comment to Rocket, who had been working on the machine like the rest of you and unlike..others. “Ratchet, how’s it going?”

“It’s Rocket.” The little sentient corrected—which you now, during the five years on earth knew that he was actually something called a raccoon...weird. “Take it easy. You’re only a genius on earth pal.”

Tony doesn’t respond, or more like before he could Thor belched loudly behind you. A gross gesture you all chose to ignore.

“You, ball, chrome dome, come help me with this.” Tony commanded to the droids at your side.

“They have names.” Poe remarked from under the machine.

Tony shrugged and looked back to the droids, “sure. Anyway your robots are helpful I’m going to work with them...they’re not for sale are they?”

“No.” You deadpanned before Artoo responded too. His remark harsher than yours.

“Yeah I still can’t understand you.” Tony muttered to artoo, “but I do need your help so come on.” Both droids followed said man and even through their differences, Tony still talked to the both of them as if he had known them for the longest time or as if he understood them. The sight truly making you smile.

Anyhow remembering that Natasha had asked you to get Steve for help, you exited the room you had been in and went to search for him, that actual mission taking you longer than expected—but once you actually found him, he was sitting down in a nearby briefing room, with his back turned to the door. It looked as if he had his head in his hands and that he was contemplating something.

The sight made you quietly open the door and try and go to him and maybe comfort him, but once you tried, you noticed through the reflection of a nearby window that he wasn’t actually doing that or actually had his head in his hands; It also didn’t seem that he had heard you walk in. Regardless when really saw what he was doing you were left speechless, not knowing what to actually think.

Steve wasn’t doing anything bad to make you storm out of the room, but seeing him look—admire a small picture of a strange (at least to you) yet very pretty women on the compass in his hand left you quiet. It was hard to not notice the look he had displayed on his features, even if it was a picture—you had only seen that look a million times before on other people, felt it on yourself multiple times before when looking at...someone else.

And maybe you should’ve made your presence known to Steve, but for some reason you chose not to and instead walked out as you had entered. Quietly and without being seen—the emotions you felt exactly upon seeing that were still very unknown to you, it kept your mind restless though, with the hundreds of other thoughts occupying it. But you also knew that you couldn’t solely focus on what you saw, you couldn’t.

So instead you tried to focus on Clint who had the new suit on, and the group that was now surrounding him and the machines control panel.

“How are you feeling?” Poe asked as he stood by your side with his hands on his hips.

Even if you were still slightly mad at him, you chose to answer his wondering question, “among other things, scared...you?”

“Hopeful.”

“Always so optimistic Dameron.” You smirked.

“Someone has to.”

You let out an amused huff of air before feeling Steve’s hand on your back as he joined the group, a gesture you discreetly pulled away from—maybe you were somewhat upset?

“All right, Clint. We’re going in three,” at Bruce’s countdown your nerves resurfaced. Only this time ten times worse, to the point where you felt as if you were going to puke or just pass out. “Two, one.” Not missing a beat, Clint disappeared, the couple second countdown starting by you worsening your nerves.

Even if he was only going to be gone a couple seconds. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. The waiting overall felt like hell, it kept you at the edge and made you bite your nails in the anticipation. It made the room silent beside the countdown Bruce was saying, it caused a heavy tension, with every passing second making it worse.

The only moment of relief either of you had, the moment where you could let out that held in breath of air was when, Bruce finished his countdown and pressed a button on the machine that made Clint return on his hands and knees, grunting in and shouting out a name. Natasha was quick to react and rush to him, asking for his well being which he was quick to reassure her.

All while you walked closer to the platform and anxiously waited for a answer, whilst briefly sharing a worried look with Poe.

Not being able to hold it in anymore you needed to ask, “Clint. Did it work?”

Said man looked to you and then at the group, throwing something to Tony so he could catch before he shared the answer you longed to hear, “It worked. It worked.”

Fuck yes.

A/N- you know Tony with the droids is a concept I would’ve loved to see. And if could draw I would draw him talking to Artoo and BB8. Anyway just so everyone knows Natasha ships Poe and reader 😉

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strangerivy · 4 years

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The Beginning - Three

Summary: The full moon was supposed to be the hardest part of this whole werewolf thing, right? Wrong. Warnings: Swearing Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Original Character (Kacy) Genre: 18+ | Fluff Word Count: 1994 Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know if you want to be tag!

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Scott met me at my locker after school. He was leaned up next to it as I walked up.

“So, what’s up?” I asked opening my locker to put my books in. When I didn’t get a response, I looked over at him and he was just staring at the wall with a blank expression. I stepped back placing my hand on my hip looking at him confused. I waved my hand in his face but no response.

“Scott!” I yelled snapping my figures at him, he shook his head looking at me. I leaned in closer for him to tell me what was going on.

“Allison,” He started before looking off down the hall again with his blank expression, I groaned before grabbing his face forcing him to look at me his cheeks squished in from my grip.

“Scott tell me what it is!” I demanded shaking his head a little before letting his face go to shut my locker and we started to walk to the locker room.

“Her dad. He shot me.” I placed out my hand in front of him hitting him in the chest to stop him.

“What?” I asked more serious than before turning to face him.

“I have to go,” He muttered eyes still wide from shock. I threw my hands up frustrated.

“You can’t just say that and not tell me what happened!” I yelled after him but got no response as he turned into the boy's locker room. I stood there in disbelief I noticed Stiles walking up to me with a confused expression.

“Kac what’s wrong,” He asked stopping in front of me, I looked between him and the locker room before groaning out of both frustration and announce and storming off leaving a very confused Stiles.

I took a seat on the bleachers placing my backpack on my lap using it as an armrest as I put my chin on my hands frowning when the guys walked out on the field. I thought back to when Derek mentioned something about there being hunters. Is that what Scott could have been talking about? Was Allison’s dad a hunter? I still hadn’t had a chance to talk to Scott about what happened to him on the full moon and vice versa.

“Kacy,” A voice said next to me making me nearly fall off the bleachers. I gripped my chest looking over at who spoke and saw Derek. I sighed with relief pulling my backpack closer to my chest.

“Derek, you scared the shit out of me,” I said turning my attention back to the field. The coach was having them run drills and Jackson was playing the defender. “What are you doing here anyway?” I asked turning my head to look at him. He has his hands in his pocket but gestured over towards the practice. I looked back seeing it was now Scotts turn, he ran towards the goal, but Jackson was faster and knocked him down. The coach walked over to him yelling something, I wasn’t paying too much attention.

“McCall’s going to do it again,” the coach yelled before walking back to the sidelines. Scott ran back to the start of the line and when he ran towards Jackson, he shoulder checked him, hard. Jackson fell to the ground gripping on to his shoulder and Scott collapsed on the field.

“Shit,” I whispered getting up forgetting about Derek. I ran over to Scott and Stiles was already there. I leaned down on the other side of Scott and noticed his hands were now claws.

“It’s happening,” He groaned trying to hold back, Stiles and I looked at each other before quickly lifting Scott to his feet pulling him to the school. We got him into the locker room, and I stood by the door keeping a watch out for anyone.

“Scott, you okay?” Stiles panicked trying to look at Scott.

“Get away from me!” He yelled I turned to see Scott fully turned now. He charged at Stiles and I roared letting my own anger take over but this time it was different. I was aware and it wasn’t painful. I roared again at Scott turning his attention on me. I ran up to him, pushing him that sent him flying into the lockers and he roared back at me. Stiles quickly went around and moved behind me and Scott charged forward slashing me in the face with his claws. I felt the sting from the impact on both my face and the side of my neck. I growled at him when Stiles grabbed me from behind pulling me behind him spraying Scott with the fire extinguisher while simultaneously pushing me backwards with his body. We got into the hall leaning up against the wall breathing deeply. After he calmed down a bit, he quickly turned to me, grabbing each side of my arms looking me over.

“You’re…you’re normal.” He tilted his head surprised and confused. I slowly nodded my head just as surprised. He grabbed my chin gently turning my head to examine the cut, but I could feel it already starting to heal.

“Wow,” He muttered watching the wound close, he looked back at me looking into my eyes now, we stared at each till we heard coughing.

“Stiles? Kac?” Scott asked we peaked into the locker room seeing him sitting on the floor leaned up against the bench, we both sighed stepping into the room. Scott looked at both of us confused. “What happen?”

I leaned up against the door frame relief rushing over me, I grinned over at Scott.

“Well, you tried to kill us,” Stiles answered pulling off his gloves, kneeling in front of him, “it’s like I said, it’s the anger. It’s your pulse rising. It’s a trigger.”

“But that’s lacrosse. It’s a pretty violent game if you haven’t noticed.” Scott answered I moved towards Scott kneeling so I could look him over.

“Scott, you tried to rip my throat out,” I whispered with a small frown, Scott's face sunk not sure what to do.

“You can’t play Saturday, you’ve gotta get out of the game,” Stiles said shaking his head knowing Scott wasn’t going to easily go for the idea.

“I’m the first line,” he frowned glancing between Stiles and me, I shook my head grabbing onto his shoulder.

“Not anymore Scott,” I gave him a gentle smile knowing this wasn’t easy for him with how hard he worked, even if it was the whole becoming a werewolf thing that really helped him out taking away his asthma. Scott sighed in disappointment before going to his locker grabbing his stuff and walking out.

“Well that could have gone better,” Stiles muttered, I slapped him in the chest laughing softly. We stood up and Stiles went over to his locker pulling his jersey off and chest guard, I stared not sure of what to do, he looked over at me noticing my stare before flashing me one of his cheeky grins pulling me out of my trance. I squinted my eyes at him before turning around so he could finish changing.

“Like what you see?” He asked with a hint of laughter in his voice. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.

“Could be better,” I joked laughing, he walked over to me after he was done changing and we walked out of the locker room heading to the parking lot.

“So, we going to talk about it?” He asked once we got out into the parking lot, I looked at him panicked.

“Wh-what do you mean?” I managed to get out worried he was talking about the kiss from the other night.

“What just happened back there. How you stayed in control?” he turned to face me once we got to his jeep. I shook my head looking over at the school thinking back to what just happen.

“Honestly,” I turned to look at him, “I don’t know.” I lied knowing full well how I was able to manage it, but I wasn’t going to tell him. It was him. He is the reason I’m able to control it. When Scott went to attack him all I could think was no. Not Stiles. Not him.

He threw his stuff into the back giving me a questioning look. I reminded myself that he was in love with Lydia. He was always in love with Lydia and there was no way I could compete with that.

When I got home, I went up to my room dropping my bag by the door before going to Scott's room who was laying on his stomach across the bottom of his bed.

“Where’s mom?” I asked sitting down leaning against his pillows putting my feet up on his back.

“She’s working the late shift again,” he mumbled, Scott's computer started ringing from an incoming skype call. He got up shaking my feet off him. He answered it and I heard some sort of firing noise. I sat up looking at the screen seeing Stiles.

“What’d you find out?” Scott asked him sitting down in his desk chair.

“It’s bad, Jacksons got a separated shoulder.” Scott slouched down at the news. I got up walking up next to him leaning on his shoulders. “Hey Kac,” Stiles greeted, I smiled at him.

“Because of me?” Scott groaned

“Well I’m sure ramming into you was like ramming into a concrete wall,” I reminded him messing up his hair trying to cheer him up, he shooed my hand away fixing his hair.

“That and because he’s a tool,” Stiles added

“Well is he gonna play?”

“Well, they don’t know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday.” Scott sighed dropping his head. Stiles leaned closer to his screen like he was looking at something. Scott and I both looked at him confused and then an IM bubble popped up.

It looks like

The internet suddenly cut out and we both waited impatiently to what he was going to say. Scott clicked his mouse a few times in frustration.

Someone’s behind you.

Scott clicked his screen to show his video on full screen and in the corner was a dark shadow of a figure that looked like a human standing in the back right behind us. I started to panic and before I could turn around someone had grabbed Scott pushing me out of the way and pushing Scott up against the wall pushing his face into the wall.

I quickly recognized the figure as Derek rushing over trying to pull him off Scott, but he was impossible for me to move even the slightest.

“Derek, let go of him!” I yelled hitting his back.

“I saw you on the field,” Derek said angrily to Scott.

“What are you talking about?” Scott shouted back, I went and hit Derek again and he pushed me back knocking me into the bed. I fell to the ground.

“No one saw him!” I yelled glaring up at Derek but Derek kept his grip on Scott.

“You shifted in front of them!” Derek said pushing Scott even more into the wall. “If they find out what you are, they find out about me. They find out about all of us and then there’s not just the hunters after us, it’s everyone.”

“They didn’t see anything, I swear.” Scott pleaded I got up tears now streaming down my face. I pulled on Derek’s arm trying to get him to let go.

“Please, Derek! Stop” I pleaded

“And they won’t,” Derek said ignoring me “Because if you play on Saturday, I’ll kill you myself.” He let go of Scott and quickly went out the window. Scott turned around breathing heavy and slid down the wall. I quickly went over to him wrapping him in a hug and he held on to me tightly, neither of us knowing what to do.

This is NOT how this year was suppose to go.

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Jimi Somewhere Dives Into an Angelic, Crisis of Faith on Latest Single "Jesus" [Q&A]

Jimi Somewhere is the brainchild of Benjamin Schandy, a 22-year-old artist hailing from Hokksund, a charming town in Norway. Jimi Somewhere's music is influenced by the imaginative work of renowned filmmaker Spike Jonze and the outstanding artistry of Kendrick Lamar, Kevin Abstract, and Frank Ocean. Jimi ties his contemplative lyrics with frenzy electro-pop, ornate hip-hop beats, trippy pop, and multi-layered vocals to produce his very own signature resonance.

Today, Jimi Somewhere shares his new single "Jesus” off his forthcoming debut LP, Nothing Gold Can Stay. We caught up with Somewhere for a quick Q&A about the track's grandiose and "larger than life" feel and the inspiration he pulled from the Christian summer camps he attended growing up.

Ones to Watch: This song has a very spiritual tone and is named after a spiritual figure. It sounds like throughout the song, the main character is going on a spiritual journey or crisis of faith. What is this song about to you, and how did this song come to be?

Jimi Somewhere: A crisis of faith is a good way to put it. That's what it's about to me: faith, doubt, and values. I grew up and out of the church myself, and after I stopped going, I kind of had to reflect on which one of these values to bring along with me in life. There was a lot I was taught in church that I didn't agree with, but then again, a lot of it is just about empathy and humanity. But I needed to have space to figure that out for myself without having any voices in my ears. That's what inspired me to write the song. I was just so frustrated with everything and needed to breathe. Music is also very therapeutic for me. I use it to get it all off my chest.

What was the creative process like for the single? What made you want to go for this very omnipresent, iridescent sound for the track? Were you inspired by anything in particular?

We kind of wanted it to sound like these Christian songs that we would hear at various summer camps growing up. They always had this "larger than life" feeling. You're in the crowd singing, and you feel like you are a part of this big thing. That's what we're chasing. A Hillsong type beat. Only felt right considering the themes on the song. Other inspirations for the song is Coldplay's early stuff, which has been very important to me. The emotional but pretty sadness they often present.

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Do you consider yourself a spiritual person?

I'm not sure. I don't think so. I can, for sure, say I feel very connected though. Like I'll be in nature, and I'll take it all in. But on a day to day basis, I wouldn't say I'm very spiritual. It's something I'd like to dive more into as I'm getting older because I believe the universe is bigger than just us and what you see.

I found myself deeply connecting with a lot of the lyrics, especially the line "I've never met Jesus, but you're the closest to Heaven I've ever come." Do you have a favorite lyric from this track or one that speaks to you? What is your approach when it comes to songwriting?

"For everything I never told my mother, always comes back to get me" is a line I really like. Because it's so true to me. Every time I go against my mother's advice, it ends up negatively affecting my life. So listen to your mothers! They do know best.

Songwriting to me is just kind of throwing up. Just everything I have pent up inside. I don't want to overthink it because if it becomes too conscious, it's usually not that good. The best stuff just falls out.

Kacy Hill's voice is so stunning and perfectly compliments the sonic chaos when she comes in halfway through the song. What was working with her like, and how did she get involved with this single?

Working with her was so sick. She's literally the sweetest person. I've been a massive fan of her for many years and suddenly found out I had a mutual friend. So after bugging him to ask her to come to the studio, she did! I was so embarrassed the first time she came to record but because suddenly our audio interface didn't work. We got all sporadic and were trying to fix it but couldn't. I was thinking like she would hate us for wasting her time and that we blew our shot. But she was so nice about it and came back the next week.

She really just went into the studio and did that. Me and Milo were in the other room, shaking and jumping around. It sounded crystal clear and angelic from the jump. I think her verse brings this comfort and hope that the song was missing. Because it's not all bad, you know. There's light at the end of every tunnel. It was important to me to have that emphasized in the song, and she did that perfectly.

I know "Jesus" is a single coming off of your upcoming Nothing Gold Can Stay. How does it fit into the album overall?

It's one of the first songs on the album, and I thought it would be cool to open an album with such an honest track. Keep the book open from the beginning. The album is also me reflecting on all these things ending in my life. During the ages of 16 - 20, there's a lot of moving out, losing friends, growing up, graduating high school, etc. Faith & wanting a sense of belonging has been a big part of my life during those years so it was important to me to talk about it on the album.

What can people expect to hear from the new LP? I'm sure there's only so much you can share about the album and want to keep a lot of it as a surprise for your fans. Can they expect the same emotional, nostalgic, summery themes from your previous work, or do you feel like you're going in a different direction? Or is Nothing Gold Can Stay going to be a healthy mix of something old and new?

There's for sure a lot the same themes as in the previous work. This is my debut album, so we wanted to make it as "Jimi Somewhere" as possible. Everything else has been building up to this, so we weren't afraid of being a little cliche with it. I just think that's fun. There's definitely some new directions on it as well though. Both sonically and thematic. We never want two projects or songs to sound the same.

Has the pandemic effected you or inspired you as an artist? If so, how?

It just gave us time to create a lot. I live with my producer, so when lockdown happened, we kinda were like, "Ok, let's just be here and work!" We've made so many songs this year. I also got to add that I live in Norway, and we handled it all pretty well in the beginning, so life has been a lot more normal here than what it looks like in the States.

Once the world comes to a state of a new normal, what's the first thing you want to do?

Go back to America! I had so many plans before the pandemic, so I'm trying to make them all happen once I can. But it's just not safe, yet so I'll stay on this side of the ocean until then.

When shows and concerts are back, who do you want to see, and who do you want to tour or play with?

I was supposed to see Taylor Swift live this summer, but it, of course, got canceled. Hopefully, I'll get another chance next year. Just so cool to see such a big production. There's always that dream of doing stadium shows in the future, so I would be in the crowd taking notes. I'm also a huge Taylor Swift fan, so it's the best of both worlds.

Dream tour would be with Lorde because she's been such a big influence on me, and I love her live show. Would not mind hearing 'Writer in the dark' live 30 nights in a row. I also feel like I could learn so much from her. She's only a couple years older than me but seems so wise. So yeah, Lorde, I'm here if you need me just call!

Who have you been listening to throughout the pandemic? Are there any Ones To Watch?

I've been going through so many phases. I had this big Jill Scott phase, where I just listened to "The Light" on repeat all day. Watched this movie "Weathering with you" and got obsessed with the soundtrack. When it comes to Ones to Watch, I wanna recommend this Norwegian band Veps. They're completely new, but my friend sent me their music during quarantine, and it's so good. My favorite song, "Do I Hear a Maybe," is this really sweet, garage rock track with a big hook that I've been screaming around the apartment ever since I heard it. Very fire.

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Gold Dust Woman Ch. 3 (Shalaska) - Citrus

A/N: sorry for taking so long to update this, and i’m sorry it’s so short! i’m actually a lot further along than you’d think ;) special thanks to kacie (pureCAMP) for betaing!! <3

Once their stop came, Sharon led Alaska through the apartment building lobby and into the elevator, where they ascended to reach a long hallway. Stopping in front of an apartment numbered 441, the witch got out her keys and unlocked the door, pushing it open. “Take my hand,” she requested, holding it out to Alaska. The blonde took it tentatively, and Sharon pulled her inside, shutting the door behind them. “Sorry. Protection spells. Can’t remember if I made a barrier or not, but it’s touch activated ‘cause I’m lazy. As long as you’re touching me, you can get through.”

The interior was nowhere near as nondescript as the front door; from what Alaska could see, there were books and crystals strewn on almost every surface, and the smell of incense hung thickly in the air. None of those things surprised her; what surprised her was that Sharon’s apartment was big, much bigger than Alaska’s own. To be fair, Alaska worked at a minimum wage job and got bar gigs when she could, but still; Sharon’s apartment was nice, much nicer than Alaska could ever afford, but it was also homey and gave off a welcoming energy. She’d obviously gone to great lengths to make the space feel more natural and earthy, and by Alaska’s judgement she’d succeeded.

Sharon had put up tapestries over the walls– not the white-girl mandala ones you could get anywhere, but ones that depicted pentacles, the sun, the moon, crystal balls, and all sorts of symbols and pictures that Alaska didn’t recognize or understand. There were candles on almost every flat surface, all different shapes and sizes and colors, and jars the contents of which Alaska couldn’t even begin to identify. It was reminiscent of Dead Dandelion in terms of its dim, warmly-lit atmosphere and decor, but something about the apartment was much more authentically… Sharon.

“Your place is really cool,” Alaska mumbled, unsure of what else to say. Sharon grinned, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Aw, thanks, doll.” She dropped Alaska’s hand to scoop up the white-and-black cat rubbing at her legs, and Alaska recognized it as the same one that had been with her at the ren faire. “Hi, baby boy!” she cooed, scratching behind the cat’s ears and kissing the top of its head. “This is Cerrone,” she said to Alaska, cradling the animal in her arms. “He’s my familiar, he helps me with spellwork. Well, when he’s in the mood to.” She chuckled. “Most of the time he just sleeps or cuddles with me or yells for me to feed him.”

“He’s adorable,” Alaska smiled. Sharon kissed the top of Cerrone’s head again.

“Isn’t he just? Gods, I used to hate him, he was a scraggly stray before I took him in. I didn’t even want him to begin with, but he refused to leave and we ended up coming to an understanding, so I guess it was meant to happen.” Setting the cat down gently, Sharon took off her boots and looked in the direction of the kitchen. “Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m good, thanks,” Alaska replied, taking off her own shoes and placing them neatly by the door. Sharon smiled at the conscientious gesture, but only when she was sure that Alaska couldn’t see.

“You’ll have to play your music for me sometime,” Sharon commented as she crossed the room to open a suitcase-shaped object. Alaska was unsurprised to see that it was a record player, but she found herself enjoying the aesthetic of it all as Sharon sat cross-legged on the floor, flicking through the albums.

“I’m really not that good,” Alaska protested, joining the witch on the floor.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Sharon waved her off.

Alaska laughed nervously. “No, really,” she insisted, “I don’t want you to have, like, high expectations of me.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s not a big deal. I bet you’re wonderful.” Choosing a record from the box, Sharon slid it out of its case and placed it on the table of the record player, guiding the needle into the grooves and flicking the on-switch. Music began playing quietly from the spinning record, getting increasingly louder as Sharon fiddled with the volume knob.

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn’t you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight, and who will be her lover? All your life you’ve never seen a woman taken by the wind, Would you stay if she promised to you heaven? Will you ever win?

“Fleetwood Mac?” Alaska laughed. “Really?”

Sharon raised an eyebrow at her. “What’s wrong with Fleetwood Mac?”

Alaska shook her head, trying to stifle her giggles. “Nothing, nothing! It just doesn’t seem like you, y’know?”

“Oh don’t get me wrong, I love Manson as much as the next girl, but I grew up on Stevie. I listen to it for the vibes.” Her emphasis on the word “vibes” was accompanied by spirit fingers and a teasing grin, and Alaska giggled.

“Sure, I get it,” she grinned. “Manson does seem more like you.”

“Yeah? You’re right, Lasky, I’ve been a fan since I was ten.”

“Wow, that’s… dedicated.”

“Was that a subtle dig at my age?” Sharon teased. Alaska tipped back her head and laughed freely.

“No!”

Sharon stood up, twirling as she did so and beckoning for Alaska to join her. “C’mon, dance with me. Music feeds the soul, you should know that more than anyone.” Alaska stumbled to her feet, taking the hand that Sharon offered and letting the witch spin her around.

“Do you do this often?” she asked as they danced, moving in time to the music.

“What, the dancing? Not as often as I’d like to,” Sharon said truthfully. “And I’m usually piss-drunk in a dark club when I get to have a pretty girl on my arm.” Her teasing smile made Alaska blush as the witch twirled her under her arm.

They danced to two or three songs on the record, twirling and laughing together as if they’d known one another for a lifetime. Sharon’s energy when she was in her own home was overwhelmingly content and joyful, so different from the mysterious and reserved personality she’d shown at the faire. She was remarkably sweet, teaching Alaska new dance moves and showing her how they could be used to cast spells. When Sharon placed her hands on her waist from behind to help her through the movements, Alaska completely forgot to concentrate on the dance, fixating on Sharon’s solid, guiding touch.

“Intention, Alaska,” the witch reminded her. “Think about what you’re trying to do, what you’re trying to accomplish.” Alaska nodded, letting Sharon guide her through the steps one more time before the blonde huffed in frustration.

“I don’t think I can do it,” she apologized. Sharon shrugged, slowing her movements to a gentle sway.

“That’s okay, honey, it’s not always easy. I just liked dancing with you.”

Alaska smiled. “Me too. It was really nice.” Sharon smiled as she continued to dance, replicating the complex pattern she’d been trying to teach Alaska, the steps coming naturally to her. Alaska watched as she finished her invisible circle and stood in the middle of it, a glowing ball of light appearing between her hands before seemingly being absorbed into her chest.

“Gods, I needed that,” Sharon grinned, shaking her hair out. Alaska gawked.

“What- how did you do that? Was that what magic looks like?”

“It’s not a regular effect of magic use,” Sharon said with a quiet chuckle. “Witches from magical bloodlines can do magic that most other witches can’t do. It’s exceptionally rare, but possible. Here, let me show you.” She offered her hands to Alaska, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Alaska sat down as well, taking Sharon’s hands cautiously. “Trust me, okay?”

Alaska nodded wordlessly, and Sharon closed her eyes. It only took a few moments for Alaska to feel the same warmth traveling through her body, but this time its source was the place where her hands connected with Sharon’s. She gasped softly, feeling inexplicably good. When she opened her eyes, there was a warm glow radiating from Alaska’s hands, and her whole body. Alaska’s eyes met Sharon’s, and the witch’s pupils were blown, her irises shining with the same golden light that radiated from Alaska’s body. The glow dulled in her eyes when they made eye contact, but the warmth in Alaska’s body remained even after Sharon pulled her hands away.

“That’s… amazing,” Alaska whispered, feeling inexplicably energized and calm at the same time.

“You like that?” Sharon chuckled, standing up. “Raja taught me how to do it.”

“If Raja taught you how to do that, I can’t wait to meet her,” Alaska grinned.

Sharon just laughed, getting up to snatch a large purple crystal off of a table. Collapsing back onto the floor, she held the crystal tightly against her chest for a few moments, silent except for her increasingly steady breathing. Alaska watched her, admiring the way her dark lashes fluttered and trying– and failing– not to pay too much attention to her lips. Looking up at Alaska suddenly, Sharon grinned. “You were staring at me,” she said simply, a reaction to Alaska’s look of surprise.

Alaska flushed deeply, her heart racing. “I- How did you-”

The witch chuckled. “I’m clairvoyant, Lasky. Surely you noticed by now?”

“Clairvoyant?”

“Well, only a little. Nothing like Max, she’s far better at seeing than I am. But I inherited my mother’s powers. I can see without seeing, darling, or rather I can sense. I don’t need to look at you to know where you’re looking, how your body is reacting… What you’re feeling…” Her voice was low, and Alaska flushed as Sharon’s blue eyes zeroed in on her and the witch gestured to her lap, putting the crystal aside. “Come here, baby,” she purred.

I’ve been searching for a pot of gold Like the kind you find at the end of the rainbow

Alaska climbed gently into her lap, trying her best not to hurt the witch. Sharon chuckled at her efforts, squeezing the soft flesh of Alaska’s thighs and making her squeal. She guided Alaska’s lips to her own with a steady hand on her cheek, kissing her softly. Alaska tangled her fingers in Sharon’s black curls, slipping her tongue between the witch’s parted lips and deepening the kiss.

I’ve been dreaming, thought it was in vain Ah, but now you’re here, can’t believe that you’re back again Now I know I can’t lose, as long as you follow

Alaska’s hips rocked against Sharon’s in time with the music echoing from the record player, and Sharon broke the kiss to lay Alaska on her back on the soft carpet. Sharon knelt between her thighs, kissing her lips again and sighing into the younger woman’s mouth as Alaska whimpered beneath her. Brown eyes fluttered open, making eye contact with Sharon’s and giving her a relaxed smile. Sharon smiled in return, pressing a kiss to Alaska’s temple before capturing her lips once more.

Now I know I can’t lose, as long as you follow I’m gonna win, I’m gonna beg, steal, or borrow As long as you follow

“Mm, Sharon,” Alaska whimpered as the witch kissed down her neck. “Please…”

“Shhh, shhh,” Sharon cooed in her ear. “We have all the time in the world.”

“What about your ritual?” Alaska remembered suddenly, breaking out of her haze. Sharon bolted up with a start, sitting on Alaska’s thighs and checking the time on her phone.

“Shit, you’re right. If I don’t leave right now I’m gonna be late.” She stood up, hurriedly smoothing down her hair and making sure her lipstick was intact. “I don’t suppose you wanna come?” she asked apologetically. Alaska laughed, letting Sharon pull her to her feet as well.

“Let’s go.”

#shalaska #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #gold dust woman #fluff #citrus #rpdr fanfiction #lesbian au

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longestnight64448 · 6 years

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Songfic. Do you Remember *George Weasley X Reader*

The Summer Obsession >>>> Do You Remember

Don't need no cash we can make a dash, hit the street

It's always been, it's always been you and me

baby it's cool, you suck at school anyway

so pack it up, let's run away, run away

Kacie through her books down and slammed her bedroom door shut behind her. So much for doing homework. She flopped onto her bed, her long black hair fell over her shoulders as she cried. Ever since she returned home from her sixth year at Hogwarts she has regretted it. Her witch mother left when she was only ten, leaving her to her muggle father and two older muggle brothers. Jake and Justin , her brothers, we're always kind but not her father. Now Kacie's brothers are always away and her father is alway drunk. She felt as if she was her family's house elf. She cooked and cleaned and if she messed up in anyway she had to pay for it, just like a house elf. She got up and went into the bathroom, nursing her new bruise from her dad. She ran some cold water over the small towel then put it on the now purplish mark under her checkbone and returned to her room. When she got there she noticed that the window next to her bed was wide. She looked around her bedroom then out the window to find out who or what opened it. Suddenly put a hand over her mouth and pulled her into a bear hug. Kacie's first thought was that Mark her dad had grabbed her so she did not bother screaming. She just stood there waiting for what would come next. Then came something she wasn't expecting. Someone laughing. Not mark's drunken slur of a laugh, but a warm heartly laugh. The person let go of her and let their hand fall from her mouth. "Jeeze Kaces if I were you-know-who or a DeathEatter you'd be a goner." George Weasley laughed as he hugged his best friend when she turned to face him. "What are you doing here Geargeyy?" Kacie laughed as she hugged him. "I haven't seen you since you and Fred flew away on your broomsticks during our owls!" she said punching him playfully in the arm. "I know, I know! Lee, Fred and myself have opened ourselves a shop!" George said as he sat down on her bed. Kacie sat down next to him. "What are you doing in muggle london? Looking for more people to hex?" Kacie thought back fondly when the Weasley twins along with Ron and Ginny came to home for her 14th birthday, Fred and George thought it funny to pull a few 'minor' jokes on her neighbors Jonny and Stevie for throwing water ballons at her. The muggle doctors never figure out what caused their swollen ears and bug blue boils. George laughed at her. "Those gits had it coming, messing with my Kacie like that." He grinned as he snaked his arm around her waiste. "Your Kacie?! I think not!" Kacie jumped off the bed and stuck her tongue out at him. George's carefree face then turned very serious. He stood up gentally put his hand under Kacie's chin tilting her face upwards. "What happened to your face Kacie?" His vioce was stern and angry. Kacie quickly pulled away turned her back to him. "It's nothing. I was reaching for a book on the top self but I knocked it and it fell on me." She rubbed the back of her head and gave George a false smile over her shoulder. "You know me, always dropping things and falling down." She turned and walked towards the window, George grabbed her arm and pull her to him. "I don't remember you falling once at Hogwarts. You only seem to get hurt when your Drunk Muggle father is around!" He said through gritted teeth and in a forced calm voice.

I know those bruises aint from falling down

( tell the truth)

they seem to show when your drunk dad's around

( I'm here to save youfromfalling down)

we can go whenever you let go

whenever you let go ( just let go)

Mark could hear voices coming from his daughter's bedroom. Angerly he stompted up the stairs to Kacie's bedroom. From inside the room Kacie heard him aproaching. Quickly she pushed the Weasley into her closet. "Please George be quiet." she begged as she closed the door. Just as she stepped away from the closet her bedroom door was thrown open and Mark stumbled in. He eyed his daughter for a minute before searching her room. "Who were you talking to?" he slurred, leaning aginst the wall. "No one, I was reading my book out loud while i was studing." Kacie searched for her books she had thrown down, hoping Mark was sober enough to realize there were no books around her. "But i heard a voice. A boy voice!" He shouted at her, momentarily losing balnce. "It's just me up here Mark, honest." This was the wrong thing to say because then Mark slapped her so that she fell against the closet door. "Are You Calling Me A Lier, You Little Witch?!" He moved to hit her again but the the closet were pushed open, knocking Kacie to the floor." George had his wand out and pointed to Marks chest. "Never Lay Hands On Her Again You Filth!" The two man stood there staring at each other breathing deeply. Then Mark began to laugh. "I knew you were a little whore. Hiding boys in the closet? Ha. Your so much like your mother. "My mother was no whore!" Now Kacie had her wand pointed at him as well.

Do you remember

we said we'd run

away together

holding on to one another

I'll steal the car

steal the credit cards

we'll run forever

holding on to one another

Kacie stood over her father's knocked out body. George had punched him in the face for insulting Kacie. "Come Kacie, Let's leave. You can come stay with mom and dad. They wont mind!" he grabed her hand pulled her towards the door, but she did not move. "I can't leave george..." Kacie took the small towle she had used for her bruise and softly began to pat her father's eye with it. "You've got to be joking! Kacie! Let's Go!" George tried to pull her away from the man by her elbow but still Kacie did not move. "I can't leave him George." George pulled her to her feet and held on to both her arms, looking her straight in her face. "Kacie! This Man Is Trash! Why Would You Stay With Him?" Kacie looked away from him. She couldn't look him in the face. "He's my dad, George. He let go of her. "I love you Kacie, that's why I'm here. I came to tell you that I love you!" before she could say anything he pulled her into a kiss. George felt her kiss him back so he wrapped his hands around her waste. When the kiss was over Kacie laid her head on his chest and let him hold her. "I love you too George..." she looked up at him, "but I can't leave him yet." George let his arm slip away from her as he backed up. "Fine, I'll be back in a week." And after that he Aperated out of the room leaving her alone with Mark.

This is the day

And tonight I'll be there

you know the time

don't be scared

get all your cd's

get all your posters

get what you need from their wallets and their purses

I know those bruises aint from falling down ( tell the truth)

they seem to show when your drunk dad's around ( I'm here to save you

from

falling down)

we can go whenever you let go

whenever you let go ( just let go)

"Damnit Kacie! No!" George punched the wall next to him. Kacie's face now had two cuts above her eyebrow and a bruise the covered most of her left arm. Kacie sat on her bed while the Weasley paced back and forth in her bedroom. "I said sorry George..."he stopped and looked at her. His face softened and bent down in front of her taking her hands in his. "You've done nothing wrong love. Let me tke you away from this house. I'll take care of you." He kissed her forhead and she nodded. She could hear her father coming up the stairs. Again she pushed Fred into the closet. After giving him a quick kiss she shut the door once more. Mark stood outside the door listening for a moment before coming in. He stood in the door way staring down at Kacie who sat on her bed pretending to read. "I heard voices again Kacie." He said after she glanced up at him. "I'm reading Mark. That's it." He walked to the closet door and tapped on it. "Nobody's in there Mark!" Mark clicked his tongue and opened the door. There was a flash of light and Mark fell to floor. Quickly George grabbed Kacie's arm and with aloud crack the room was empty, besides the man who laid on the ground.

Do you remember

we said we'd run

away together

holding on to one another

I'll steal the car

steal the credit cards

we'll run forever

holding on to one another

And when we're all alone

with no one there to bother

I'll treat you like a queen

forget about your father

there's no means that justify

you living your whole life in pain

I know them bruises ain't from fallin' down

they seem to show when your drunk dad's around

we can go whenever you let go

whenever you let go

Kacie walked out of her father's house. She was now 21. It'd been five years since she ran away with George Weasley, now she returns married, withchild, and happy. Mark her father sat in his arm chair silent. She had went there to tell the man who made her life hell for so long that she was finally happy and complete. She wanted to tell him that she was fine with his suffering, but when she got there she only felt pity. The house she spent so much time cleaning now was covered in filth. The shadow of man barley believed his eyes when the beautiful woman walked through his door. At first he mistook her for her mother. Mark began to to cry when she walked in. "Kathrine, you came back." He grunted through his tears but Kacie shook her head. "No Mar-, dad, it's Kacie. Your daughter Kacie." This only made him cry harder but he nodded in understanding. Kacie showed him pictures of her wedding and of her son Fredrick, she told him about her pregnancy and her house. Mark only listened. He would nod hear and there but never more. Only when Kacie got up to leave did he speak again. "You look just like her. Always have." Kacie smiled at him before she left. "Goodbye Mark."

Do you remember

we said we'd run

away together

holding on to one another

I'll steal the car

steal the credit cards

we'll run forever

holding on to one another

Do you remember?

(I'm here to save you from falling down)

George kissed his wife and new born baby girl. "Tonk? really Kacie?" he pleaded. "I miss her too, but the name..." Kacie laughed. "It's better the Nenfadora." she teased. George shrugged and lift his redheaded son up to see his little sister. "Daddy, she looks just like Mommy!" George laughed. "We're lucking for that Fred, trust me." Fredrick looked up at his father. "but i thought we all must have red hair to be Weasley." the four year old asked confused. This made both his parents laugh. Kacie kissed her son's head. Then his father.

#songfic #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #fanfics

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chihiro1984-blog · 7 years

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April 2015

My mother came to visit. My sister, Amanda was living with me at the time. My mother always makes snide comments. "Kacie's too cheap to buy paper towels", "This is the most like a real house I've ever seen any of your places look". (That was a compliment by the way) They are the kind of remarks that give her complete deniability. If they piss me off- as she wants them to- then once again it's me being too sensitive and I "need help" (her favorite phrase to say to me). But it's not just 1 or 2 comments, she is relentless and the comments get nastier and nastier the longer I go without a negative reaction to them. Then when I finally have enough and say something or react in some way, it looks like I am overreacting. It was just 1 comment and I probably misunderstood right? No. This has been happening since I was little and I know this game. It's the accumulation of all the rude comments and insults disguised as compliments that breaks you. And she does it on purpose. I watched her do it to my dad during their marriage. Push him to the point that he would finally explode and punch a hole in the wall. Then he's the monster and she's the victim. Like I said before, she is relentless. So a few days into her visit, it's just Noah, her and myself at the house. Noah was napping and my mom was irritated his nap was taking so long. She wanted to get shopping. I'm not waking him early to make him go shopping. He was 2 at the time, he would've been fussy, tired and not wanted to sit in a cart while my mom looks at fucking throw pillows or whatever crap she doesn't need. Also, I really didnt want to shop. We were broke at the time and like I had said before every visit, I just wanted to have family time at the house; the way we would if we lived in the same town. She doesnt have to turn every visit into a mini vacation full of tourist activities. Why cant we just play and talk, eat at the house? I preplanned every meal for that visit and then we didnt even make them because she just kept wanting to go out to eat. So I'm in the kitchen doing dishes and she was sitting in this chair next to the couch and just glaring. She was looking around with this look on her face like she hates everything. This is the quiet before the storm. Out of nowhere she starts telling me I'm depressed and, "I need professional help and to get on some antidepressants." Now, she doesn't say it like she is concerned for me, she says it with her mouth twisted like they are vulgar words being spat at me. With her squinting judgemental eyes burning holes of hatred right through me. I remain calm and disagree. This is my sensitive subject with her though. She tried to admit me against my will to hospitals as a teen and adult before I moved as far away as I could. She also kept making me go to therapists until they would inevitably need to speak with my mom. She would come in and they would tell her I was a normal teen but there were serious parenting issues they were concerned about. She would fly into a rage and threaten to have their medical licenses revoked. Finally, she found a psychiatrist that talked to me for 5 minutes and wrote me a prescription for Wellbutrin. As one of the many conditions of me attending college that my mom put on me, I had to be medicated or I couldn't go. I had a terrible reaction to the Wellbutrin, my art and therefore schoolwork suffered deeply by me not being able to access that part of my brain. Also, it triggered the irritability part of my brain and that further alienated me from the few friends I had made in a new city. I felt bitchy, but no control because the meds were driving my brain. So, yeah a sore subject with us. I started to stew inside. She was getting to me. I wanted to avoid a confrontation. I went to my room to cool down. I sent her a calm text that said I disagreed about antidepressants and I'm just a little stressed over finances but it was just circumstantial. I was hoping that she would be empathetic for once in her life and understand where I'm coming from and drop it. I thought a text would go over easier than trying to verbally discuss it. Nothing goes over easy with her. I went back into the kitchen and continued the dishes. She sat there, stewing in her own thoughts. Then she said it, the words I cannot for the life of me get out of my head. "You know what your problem is Kacie? You make everyone around you miserable and that's why nobody wants to be around you." The words cut deep like a knife jabbed right through my heart. She found the right button to push finally. Relentless. I have a photographic memory, so these moments replay like little movies in my head stuck on repeat. I will never forget those exact words. Yet later when I tried to explain what happened to my sister, Amanda and boyfriend Jay, they both concluded that I must've remembered it wrong, she probably didn't mean it like that. Also, what did I say that pushed her to say that? Why cant I just get over it and enjoy the rest of the visit? Because I can't anymore. I just can't. These things hurt coming from my mom for as long as I can remember. She crushes me. She makes me feel so low. And she always figures out how to do it. *This incident caused issues with both my boyfriend and sister. It never just effects me and her, everybody else has their opinion and the general response is, 'You know how she is, just ignore her. She doesn't mean it...' I just don't understand how she always gets a free pass to say anything abusive she wants, yet when I respond to it I'm always the "unstable/crazy/difficult" one that "needs help". Yeah, I do need help, someone please save me from my mom. SOS

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Sudden Happiness

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine)

Word Count: 1679

Rating/Warnings: G/none.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the anything except the story line. All rights goes to Pixelberry.

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It was almost 9 o'clock as Casey was seated in a fancy restaurant where her date was expected to show up. Unfortunately, he didn't. Casey was supposed to meet a man named, 'Mike' who is her match on Tinder. They talked a little, and eventually, they clicked. Both of them agreed to meet with one another for the third time even though they lived a few miles away from one another.

She was feeling enthusiastic about the meeting despite being the third time (third’s time the charms right?) since she never had the chance to find love at work. There is one particular person in her mind, that she wanted but… somehow, she didn't know if he felt the same way. Between Casey and her brother, she seems to be the unlucky one towards love. Meanwhile, her brother has been with his girlfriend Marie, since they were in middle school. She never trusts luck in general but, at this moment; she decided to call herself unlucky as she stared at the empty chair before her.

The restaurant was packed with people, as it was a Friday night in the city where she managed to score a day-off just for the sake of the date. She brought her pager with her just in case of any sudden emergencies. She felt all eyes on her, as her date didn’t manage to make his appearance once again. The look of sympathy was given to her by the waiters that came to her table, as she shrugged them off for the first few times as she was waiting for Mike to arrive.

Casey lets out a sigh, as she stared at her messages; from her roommates and just smiled at their usual antics. They all knew about her ‘date’ with Mike, and they supported her through it. But, for the third time, they had raised their suspicion towards the man she have been talking too. She felt herself let out a long sigh as her vision were blurred by the tears, as she immediately wipes it away avoiding anyone to see her that way; vulnerable. Without hesitation, she clicks on his ID as she waited through the other line hoping for a response. After several moments, she heard his voice. The voice that unsure her that everything is going to be alright. The voice that somehow, holds an important part of her life.

‘I’ll be there soon.’

Those few words manage to bring a piece of comfort to her, as a smile appeared on her face quickly for one who has been stood up a few moments ago. In a flash, she calls out the waiter for the bill before heading out feeling a certain type of happiness in herself. The wind of the night flows through her hair, as she walked out of the restaurant. As she titled her head, she saw him. The one and only, Bryce Lahela who is making his way to her. The commute wasn’t that far, but she is surprised at how fast he arrived.

‘If I ever saw that man again, I will let him pay for what he did.’ Bryce said quietly as they walked silently on the streets of Boston.

‘Maybe he has some work to do? Maybe…' She went quiet as she is running out of excuses to cover up the humiliation before letting out a sigh.

‘Casey, he is a jerk for not showing up. Plus, this is the third time he stood up to you. You deserve so much better.’ Bryce replies with a small smile on his face.

‘You think so?’ She stopped on her tracks as she turned to face him.

He did the same, as their bodies are close to one another. Her eyes gaze deeply into his, as the world around them stops. Bryce leans forward, as his hands caressed her cheeks slowly as if they are in a classic movie. The one where the actor shared their final farewell before the screen goes black. But, this is not a movie. This is real life, as they finally realize their feelings through one small decision.

‘I know so.’ He said before their lips meet, as the people around them were passing by letting out several groans. But, they don’t give a damn as they stood there finally realizing the depth of their feelings towards each other.

After what felt like an eternity, they pulled away from each other. The blush on their faces is visible in the dark, as he placed his hand inside of hers. He took a small glance at the time before a small smile appeared on his face once more. The smile that managed to make her tummy flips in a good way.

'Since you are all dressed up, let's make our way to Donahue's for a celebration of our own.' Bryce said as he admires her outfit.

‘It’s a date.’ She replied happily as they walked hand-in-hand to their date.

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The walk to Donahue took them a few minutes, as the place was packed with locals who are enjoying their night.

Casey felt her stomach churn as her anxiety rises, afraid that she will bump into one of her colleagues from work. Bryce somehow noticed the tense vibe that she brought on and immediately, squeezed her hand in comfort as both of them made their way to the secluded booth by the end of the bar.

After they were seated, Casey let out a small breath she didn’t know she was holding. The look of concern was displayed on his face, as he took a seat beside her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, trying to compose herself.

‘Hey, you okay?’

She shook her head, as she looks like she was defeated.

‘What’s wrong?’

Casey bites her lip as she holds back the feelings in her heart, there were mixed feelings.

‘Do you ever wondered how the world sees you? Looking back, I feel like I am being humiliated back there and it's my third time feeling this way. And, I just… maybe love never comes to me because I was never worthy enough for it? I am not as sweet as Sienna, not as sassy as Jackie, certainly don’t have Elijah’s charms and to top it all... I don’t even know if I will ever be good enough…’ Casey lets out a sigh, as her head falls to the table letting the tears do the work.

“Sometimes the hardest part of the journey is believing you're worthy of the trip.”

The words were somehow plastered on a piece of paper that was left on the table. Bryce smiles knowingly as he took the paper in his hands, it was small equivalent to the size of a fortune cookie.

‘Life isn’t always going to be a smooth ride Casey, but… some hard trips we take in this life is the best adventure in our lives. This type of confidence in me didn’t come naturally, honestly. My life has been a bit of a ride where it goes up and down, like a roller coaster ride. I had gone up to the tip of the ride, and I have reached down, where the lowest moments in my life too. But, right now… I believe the trip of getting to this moment, is one of the best trips in my life…’ His eyes soften as his gaze falls onto her.

They were quiet, as Bryce excused himself to order some drinks from the bar.

Casey was deep in thought as his words replayed in her mind like a broken record, the one that keeps on playing with some cracks within it.

She remembers all the moments, both the good and the bad. From meeting her new roommates, her first case at Edenbrook, the first time feeling like she belonged somewhere; she felt she was worth it enough to be doing what she loved doing. The journey of it all was one hell of a ride, with betrayals, back-stabbing, even public humiliation. But, seeing her friends still stood by her. Moreover, seeing him sacrificed his night just to be there for her.

Casey felt her cheeks flush a little as she was reminded about their little moment earlier, she placed her hands on her lips. The feeling of softness, was there as if it never leaves. Her mouth curled into a smile slowly, as Bryce arrived with a tray of assortments.

‘Honestly, I been thinking about getting the usual but why not? I guarantee you, the food here is better than the one in those fancy restaurants.’ Bryce winked at her, as both of them took out the huge amount of food from the tray onto the table. It was a bit of everything, just like how life is supposed to be. A bit of sweetness, a little salty sometimes, and the bitter moments that make it seems like the perfect combination of this one journey we called life.

The sadness in her has subsided as she digs into the plate of nachos, as Bryce took the seat beside her. Both of them digging into the palette that was reserved in front of them. Before he could proceed, Casey turns her face as she was facing him. He raised his eyebrows with a hint of happiness in his eyes.

‘Life would honestly be suck without you, Bryce Lahela.’ She said before pulling him into a kiss once more.

He lets out a laugh as they part away,

‘Life can get a bit dull without me right?’ He compliments himself as he winks at her making her feel at ease, as she digs in the food. Bryce started to get into the plate of loaded fries as well before a thought occurred to him.

'I never wanted to be your whole life - just your favorite part because life can be suck without you too Cas.'

A smile appeared on his face, feeling happy as the night goes on.

THE END

A/N #2: Thank you so much for reading and I hope all of you enjoyed it as much as I did! Also, the sentences in bold were some of my favorite lines from the story, somehow.. it felt really deep and I can relate. A few of the quotes are from google, and there is the one that from my dialogue! As a heads up, but... I hope y’all enjoy it! Thank you again! <3 - A

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