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The True Story of the Villareal Family [1.2]

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The Von Haunt Estate is a wonderful tourist destination for families, and Jacques couldn’t be happier to finally be away from his.

With his annoying kids out of the way until their secret meeting tonight, Jacques could get back to his second-favorite hobby:

Playing chess,

-while in cosplay. And, miraculously, he wasn’t the only Sim in Windenburg with this hobby. There was a whole club devoted to it.

The suit was stifling hot, you could barely breathe in it, and it was very hard to see the chess pieces, but Jacques loved it nonetheless. And, it was more socially acceptable than his other favorite hobby, murder.

Tonight, Jacques would have to work (they say evil never sleeps, and neither do level 9 criminals in the criminal career), but for now, he had the whole afternoon to play chess in his clinkity-clankity suit of armor.

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Meanwhile, Luna and Lady Mimsy were getting along like peanut butter and jelly.

She was just teaching the ghost how to slide into someone’s DMs when a voice startled them.

“Ghost!” shouted the voice, muffled by the suit of armor. “Go away, ghost! You leave her alone!”

Luna burst out laughing. “Relax! Mimsy’s, like, not even a little scary. And we’re besties, actually.”

“…besties?” said Mimsy.

“It means we’re BFFLs,” explained Luna.

“…biffles?”

The figure in the suit stiffened. “Well, I uh, thought you were maybe in trouble. Do you always laugh at people trying to help you?”

“Only when they’re wearing costumes from a Halloween store,” she retorted. “But thanks for the noble gesture.”

“Hey now, this is custom-tailored plate armor.” Was it just Luna or did this knight sound cheeky?

“Okay, nerd.”

“Yo, I am not a nerd. You’re the nerd.”

“Said the person wearing a custom-made knight outfit.” Her mouth twitched with a smile. Two could be cheeky.

She searched the face of the suit for a reaction, but couldn’t see anything behind the visor. She could swear the knight wasn’t taking their eyes off her, though.

Behind her, Luna heard Mimsy suppress a giggle. “Well, I must attend to some ghostly business, bestie. Have fun with your knight in shining armor!”

“Wait, I’m not looking for like, a savior or anything,” she said, but Mimsy had already floated away. Luna placed a hand on her hip.

The knight tutted, shaking their head. “And here I thought you were just a nice, boring girl.”

Luna narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying, you’re not what I expected. I didn’t know a pretty, popular girl like you could be so savage.”

“Well, I’m full of surprises,” said Luna with another coy smile. She didn’t know who was in this knight suit, but they certainly had her attention. And it didn’t escape her notice that they had called her pretty.

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“Hey Mister.”

Max had found his own ghost to talk to, a translucent figure standing at an easel.

The ghost of Lord Bernard turned, tensing as he saw Max. “Yes, child?” he said.

“Is that your art?” said Max, pointing at the piece on the easel.

The ghost raised his eyebrows, but then puffed his chest up proudly. “Why yes, it’s only half-finished, but-"

“I now see why you killed yourself.”

Bernard stood frozen in shock for a brief second, then descended upon the child like a raging tempest.

“Listen here, you little ratbag,” he spat. “It was an accident.”

“Yeah, right,” said Max.

“The fire was never supposed to spread-“

“The painting you threw into the fireplace was waaay too big to fit in there and you knew it. Of course you knew the fire would spread.”

Bernard spluttered in shock.

“Ooh, burn!” said Max. “Literally! Haha!”

And the more Bernard quivered with rage, the more Max grinned.

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Just past the seething ghost, over the railing and below the walkway, lay a vast collection of hedges, and within those hedges, a certain teenager was lost.

Hugo checked his Voidcritter Go! app on his phone.

“Let’s see, this is where I found the Dicoatl, which means I want to turn right to get out of here – wait, there’s no right-"

The sky was darkening, Hugo’s stomach was growling, and he was pretty sure he’d passed this spot of hedges before. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

“Oh plum,” he said to himself, getting worried. “I gotta get to Dad’s Family Fun Day, but I’m all mixed up now…”

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Luna was still with the knight who had “saved” her from Mimsy’s ghost. Somehow, the entire afternoon had slipped away while they were talking.

“So, why were you so aggressive towards Mimsy? Are you afraid of ghosts or something?”

“No!” said the knight quickly. “And I’m not aggressive. I’m tough. I don’t want anybody messing with people I care about.”

“So you saw me and decided you cared about me? That’s why you were acting tough?”

“No,” said the knight, a little too quickly again. “You know, just because you act like a princess doesn’t mean every knight is fawning over you.”

Luna paused, frowning for a brief moment, before slyly raising a finger to the knight’s helmet.

“So, who is my tough knight in shining armor who doesn’t care about me?” she said, slowly lifting their visor,

but the knight stepped back before she could reveal their face. “H-hey! Hands off the suit, princess,” they stammered.

Luna doubled over giggling. “You said you didn’t care about me, but suddenly you’re too shy to show me your face?” She straightened back up, still giggling, and handed the knight something.

“Here,” she said. “Because I like you even though you’re shy.”

“Uh, what?” The knight stood there, flustered, holding Luna’s phone.

“I’m asking for your number, genius. It’s almost nightfall and I have to go.”

“Oh!” If the knight was blushing, Luna couldn’t tell. They struggled to enter their number on her phone with their clunky metal fingers, finally handing it back after several painstaking minutes.

“There you go. Don’t text me anything too savage, princess. Or do.”

Luna wondered if the knight was smiling.

She giggled. “Goodbye, my knight in shining armor.” Luna blew them a kiss, betting it would send them weak in the knees,

and she was right.

“Bye, princess…”

Luna sauntered away, butterflies tingling in her stomach.

As she walked off into the sunset, she could barely concentrate on her Family Fun Day obligations. All she could think about was her mysterious knight in shining armor.

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While Luna was making friends, Max was making enemies.

It was official now: The ghost of Lord Bernard Escargot Shallot IV was afraid of a 10-year-old.

When the sun started to set, Max finally walked away from his new enemy, triumphant.

It was Max: 1, Bernard: 0.

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But the day wasn’t over yet, and Jacques was waiting for his children. The real work of Family Fun Day was just about to begin.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years

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Music is life; Eddie Munson x reader

*Author’s note*

Well this is a first time for everything, although I’ll be honest I’ve been wanting to do a Stranger Things fanfic for awhile (like around s.2) but ever since the first episode of s.4 this man Eddie Munson has STOLEN my heart (and YES I’M STILL NUMB WITH WHAT HAPPENED). So I can speak for everyone that we NEED some Eddie fluff so I DELIVERED!!! Now there’s NO SPOILERS HERE, in fact I’d imagine this is as a PRE S.4 oneshot. Hope you all enjoy this and if there’s anymore Stranger things requests you wanna send my way, I’ve opened it up as a FANDOM TO WRITE just look at my pin post and see what character’s I’ll do.

ALSO SIDE NOTE. PLEASE LISTEN TO THE FILM SCORES I’VE LISTED. (honestly too lazy to do links plus you guys can just search them up on youtube or whatever streaming music service you use to set the mood).

Warnings: fluff, flirty Eddie, swearing.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@queen-paladin

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@peter-parkers-cullen-nerd

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The chaos of lunchtime was the perfect time for me to escape to my music. Now while some people would be listening to the latest pop artist, new Queen song, or for people like a certain boyfriend of mine, drown the world out with heavy metal. Me, well I prefer to listen to the great scores of my favorite movies, today’s mixtape was Raiders of the Lost Ark.

I sat with the other ‘band geeks’ as I fingered on the table each note of the main theme when sitting down beside me was my bffl Robin Buckley.

“What’s on the score box for today?”

“Raiders of the Lost Ark.” I replied pausing the song and removing my headphones.

“Ahh, your sexy go to movie.” She teased.

“Hey any chance to see Harrison Ford’s chest is a win in my books. Didn’t see enough of that in Star Wars.”

“I swear you’ve got the weirdest taste in actors.”

“Oh you’re just jealous cause a character like Indy can get a girl like Marion and you can’t. Don’t deny it! Last time I was at the video store and Steve had it playing in the background, you kept staring at her like the way you stare at Vickie.” She shushed me before tossing one of my French fries at me. I gawked at her and threw a fry at her which made her laugh.

“Backtracking away from my failed attempts at a love life, how are things going with yours?” she asked me.

“Great. Couldn’t be better.”

“You know I still sometimes can’t believe that you and Eddie Munson are a thing.” I shrugged.

“He’s really not so bad once you get to know him. We’re both nerds, enjoy music, and are basically all types of insanity wrapped up in a sack trying to survive in this fucked up world that is high school.”

“One thing though, your music tastes are way beyond being the same thing.”

“True. He tries to get me over to the dark side but I refuse. Sorry but his metal taste in music sucks.”

“Which surprises me that you both have stayed together for a year.”

“Oh trust me Rob. We have our fights about it, not in public but they can get pretty nasty.”

“Oh by nasty you mean swapping spit with each other to try and make your points across.”

“We do not swap spit. He tries to give me hickeys.”

“Same thing.” I shoved her arm as I stuffed some fries into my mouth.

“You know, instead of hassling me about my love life, why don’t I help you with yours?”

“God I swear you’re worse than Steve.” I grinned.

“Come on songbird, you know I care about you right? Band geeks in diapers remember?”

“Yeah, yeah nightingale. Band geeks in diapers.” Since Robin and I had been besties since we were practically babies, we always called each other a type of bird (and since we both love music and been taking band since middle school together) she calls me Nightingale since they’re the most passionate singers in the bird realm, and I call her songbird cause of the way she always plays her instruments so beautifully.

“And hell I could be your wing-woman if you ever need me too. You know I could give a crap about what people say about me. They already rat on me for both being in band and for dating Eddie.”

“As much as one would appreciate that, I don’t want you to be looked at as the ‘freak of sexuality’. I’ll just…..find my own way. Besides Steve and I are hoping to combine our failed relationships together to hopefully find the right match for us. I need his confidence and he needs my perfect perception on what he wants.”

“I’m not gonna voice out on what I think on what that love child is gonna look like.” She shoved me as I chuckled. “Kidding! Kidding. Hey speaking of that lovable dingus, could you tell him to stop stalking me and Eddie on our dates?”

“Oh god, what’d he do now?” she whined.

“He came into the diner, in probably the worst disguise ever. Fake mustache and everything, even tried to pull off the worst Irish accent I’d ever heard.”

“Are you serious?”

“Robin. He told me pip-pip da-doodley-do.” She cringed but also laughed. “I swear Steve’s a sweetheart, especially after what we went through with the—you know Russians. But sometimes he can be such a—”

“Overbearing dumbass? Yeah I totally get it. He’s the same with me. But I’ll talk to him, get him to lay off before your next outing with your man.”

“Thanks Robin, I owe yah.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She said with an evil, cunning grin. I shook my head at her and went back to listening to Raiders for the remainder of lunch.

Once school was over, I walked towards the isolated picnic table deep within the woods in the back of the school. I had traded out Raiders of the Lost Ark for Empire strikes back and I fast forward the mixtape until I knew it would lay in (what I would also call mine and Eddie’s love theme) ‘Han Solo and the Princess’.

I sat along the table waiting patiently as I allowed the gently intro of the love theme take me away. It wasn’t until the horns started playing when I felt two hands cover my eyes and my right headphone was removed.

“You really shouldn’t leave yourself vulnerable like this. You never know what kind of dangers lurk in these woods.” Eddie’s voice whispered teasingly in my ear. I giggled and turned to face him as his hands removed themselves from my eyes.

“Oh really? And what kind of scoundrels should I be on the lookout for?”

“Scoundrel?” he said in mock offense as he took my hand in both of his gently squeezing it (much like Han did with Leia in Empire). “Scoundrel?” he repeated with a smirk. “I like the sound of that.” In timing with the music I could feel my heart fluttering hard against my chest and my breath nearly being taken away.

“Stop that.” I couldn’t help myself but say. Thankfully Eddie and I share the same love for quoting films at each other as he said.

“Stop what?”

“Stop that. My hands are dirty.”

“My hands are dirty too, what are you afraid of?” Eddie said squeezing my hand once more, even giving it a soft massage (it felt twice as good since my last class was English and we had to write an essay for the whole class before turning it in).

“Afraid?” I asked incredulously.

“You’re trembling.” He said slowly leaning closer and closer towards me.

“I’m not trembling.” Eddie gave his infamous grin as his forehead pressed against mine, and I could feel his curls gently brush and tickle across my face.

“You like me because I’m a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.” He teased as his nose brushed against mine.

“I happen to like nice men.” I teased.

“I’m a nice man.” Inch by inch his lips brushed against mine until I leaned forward and kissed him right as the music reached it’s brief crescendo before decrescendo-ing to the part where 3PO basically cockblocks their moment.

Eddie reached over for my Walkman and stopped the tape but never once separated our lips until the need for air took over us both. Our foreheads pressed together and I couldn’t help but say.

“That just made it ten times better.”

“And what song were you playing this time?”

“Our song.”

“Ahh. Han Solo and the Princess.”

“Yep. Although today was mostly Raiders but I figured I’d test this moment out with our song. See if we could make the kiss feel even more—thrilling.”

“And did it?” he said pulling me into his lap.

“Along with quoting the scene in perfect timing with the music, kissing you already feels like I’m on an all-time high. But with our song—Eddie I saw the entire galaxy.” I said wrapping my arms around his neck so that I could brush my fingers through those soft curly locks.

“God you are such a cheesy poet.” He chuckled.

“Look who’s talking Mr. ‘My heart beats faster than Gareth’s suckish drumming everytime I look at you’.” He covered my mouth with his hand.

“You know I have a reputation. If anyone hears you say that, I’ll…..”

“Be labeled as the school’s softie? You know that’s what you’ll always be to me Eddie-bear.” He lowered his head bashfully as he groaned in embarrassment.

“That nickname again.”

“Yes that nickname. Now c’mon let’s go. I’m making mac and cheese tonight.”

“With those homemade biscuits of yours?”

“Don’t I always make them with mac and cheese?” I stood up and Eddie followed right behind me like a puppy as the two of us headed for his van and he drove us to my house.

Since my parents were away on a business trip all the way in Dublin, Ireland, that left me to handle the house (which also meant free sleepovers between Eddie and I). He always preferred coming here, even though I don’t mind going over to his uncle’s trailer.

“But in all seriousness, you have got to admit that you at least liked Metallica. If not Shout at the Devil.” He said as he stuffed the last bit of my homemade biscuit into his mouth.

“Eddie, I’m not denying anything it’s just that—there’s more to music than just heavy head bangers and lyrics being screamed so loud and rasply that you can’t understand what they’re saying.” I said going through my records of all my favorite movie soundtracks.

“Alright, alright I’ll admit doing the covers of some of those screaming metal songs is hard on my voice. But you can’t deny a good head-banger.”

“The last time I head-banged to Bohemian Rhapsody, I hit my head on the counter in Robin’s living room and ended up with 6 stitches in my head.” I said rubbing my right temple where the scar was hidden underneath my wildly, untamed hair.

“Aww my poor baby.” He cooed as he brought me in a one arm hugged, removed my hand and replaced it with his lips. “Guess that means no more Queen music for you.”

“Oh I still listen to them. Can’t deny they’ve basically changed the way music is. Plus the first ever band to do a music video that basically sparked MTV, fuck yeah. But in all honesty, there’s something about the pure beauty and raw emotion that program music has.”

“Program music?” he asked confused.

“That’s what my uncle calls it. You know the one who plays for the London Symphony.”

“Is that the same uncle who you say actually got to record for films like Star Wars, Superman and ET?”

“Don’t forget JAWS and Raiders.”

“Right how can I forget that? And what instrument did you say he played again?”

“The French Horn. Remember I told you he’s the one who actually plays that solo for the Binary sunset in A New Hope.”

“Oh yeah that’s right. Damn you’ve got such a metal uncle.”

“Hey Wayne’s a pretty cool dude. At least he’s kept you on the straight and narrow.”

“True. Been more of a dad to me than my old man ever was. Though I wish he would’ve been those uncles you’d allow me to have my first beer at 16. Still did it anyways but you know.”

“Edward Munson you are the devil incarnate.”

“Oh yeah?” he hummed as he smirked at me mischievously. Suddenly I felt him come up behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist and I heard him growl in my ear, “Well if I’m the Devil, you are my Lilith.” He let out a playful roar as he suddenly threw us backwards on my bed, the weight of the two of us making us slightly bounce as he kept a firmer grip around my waist.

He then buried his face into my neck and altered between gently nipping the skin, or just being straight up mean as he blew raspberries into the sensitive parts of my neck making it tickle.

“No tickling. No tickling!” I said trying to scrunch my neck to protect myself.

“Oh if it’s tickling you want,” I soon felt his fingers dig into my sides as I let out a shriek of laughter.

“Eddie plhehehease!” I screamed in laughter before he finally stopped and rolled me over till I was on my side and the two of us were facing each other.

“Never change, my beautiful, beautiful (Y/n).” he said stroking the hair out of my face.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He softly grinned before bopping my nose which made me softly giggle before he leaned in and kissed the tip of it.

“So, care to give me a…whatcha call it uhh—Program music? Yeah program music education?”

“Are you for real?”

“Well figured I’ve stuffed you with pretty much every one of my favorite metal bands, think it’s about time I learn a little about your music taste. So long as you don’t give me any of those old dudes from like the dinosaur age.”

“Eddie, Bach and Beethoven didn’t exist in the dinosaur age.”

“Well you know what I mean.”

“Darn there goes my first lesson then.” We both chuckled as he playfully ruffled my head but I got out of his grip before returning to my vinyl records and started to search for the first album I could introduce him to.

I pulled it out of the case and went over to my record player and set the record up before turning it on.

“So what’s first on the music appreciation list Ms. (L/n)?” Eddie said as he sat up on my bed.

“The first ever summer blockbuster.” The record started to spin and all was silent before the haunting two notes came up.

DUN-DUN…….DUN-DUN.

“JAWS?” he guessed.

“I’ll tell yah, first time I saw this movie, couldn’t sleep for a month and literally threw a temper tantrum begging my parents not to take me to the beach. Not to mention that besides television, this would be the spark that would launch John William’s career as a composer. And that it only took two notes to instill true terror, the like of which Freddy Krueger nor Michael Myers could never pull.” I said the last part in a haunting tone as I came up to him and sat on his lap.

As the music got faster as I spoke, I could already see the terror in Eddie’s eyes.

“Jesus……you’re already starting to scare me.”

“Good. That’s the power of music like this. Now close your eyes.” He looked at me skeptically but with a raised brow from me, he did as he was told. “Imagine: you’re out in the middle of a large body of water. But you’re not on any boat, nor canoe, not even a wooden plank to float on. Blissfully unaware of what lurks just beneath you. But it slowly, silently gets closer….and closer….and closer until…..” when the tightening of the strings pierced my empty room I saw Eddie give a flinch.

He was seeing it!

“It has you by the leg. You feel yourself being pulled across the water. Pain and fear succumbs your very being as your screaming, begging for your life to be spared. The water around you erupting into frantic splashing as your body is being thrashed around like a ragdoll. Your screams piercing the air but there’s no one in sight to save you. Then all is still.” As the music went still I paused for dramatic effect. “You think it’s heard your pleas and let you go. But then you feel it’s grip on you again, pulling your body once more. Your screaming resumes but you know it will only fall on deaf ears. Then with a final cry, you’re finally pulled under the water. The water now starts to still, and all is quiet.”

As the gently yet frantic sounds of the xylophone plays in the background signaling that the horrific scene had ended and all was back to normal. Like nothing had happened.

“Jesus H Christ. Can I open my eyes now?”

“Yes you can open them.” He opened his eyes and looked straight at me. “I should have you sub for me as DM with the way you just described that horrifying scene. And I know you haven’t seen that movie in a while to remember exactly what happened.”

“Told you. That’s the power of program music. It don’t have to match the scene word by word that it’s shown in the films. Or like with normal music how a lyric distracts the listener from the actual rhythm and melody being played. It can be erratic, moving, heartbreaking, and it’ll fit the scene of life itself.”

“Damn. You are a music philosopher.”

“Well I wouldn’t say that. My uncle just knows how to read music’s emotions and he taught me what he knows.”

“You got anything else?”

“Tons. Care to see why I think the Superman theme song is like the greatest opening to ever exist?”

“Compared to Star Wars?! Oh babe we’re gonna have another fight if you say that again.”

“You wanna debate, let’s debate. Star Wars opening theme is great, no denying that. But Superman’s theme song actually says its name.”

“When does it say that? I’ve seen that film enough times and I don’t hear anybody singing ‘Superman!’” he argued. I stood up and turned my record player off and took the JAWS record out and began to search for my Superman tape. I walked over to my stereo and turned it on and opened the slot and put the tape in before closing it and pressed play.

“Prepare to eat your words Munson.” I challenged as the opening started off soft.

“Not until you eat your own (L/n).” the suspense of the tuba soon began as I turned my stereo up as loud as I could and tapped along to the steady beats of the horns and strings as it began to build the suspense of Superman’s arrival.

“Okay, here it comes…..it’s coming…..is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it’s……SUPERMAN!!” right on cue the high suspense the whole orchestra went into full forte as the theme song actually said SUPERMAN

“HA! See I told you it didn’t say it!” Eddie exclaimed.

“It so did listen to it again!” I exclaimed as the orchestra repeated the superman part once again.

“You’re in denial sweetheart. I still don’t hear it.”

“God all that heavy metal has made you go deaf.”

“What was that missy!?!? I couldn’t hear yah!!” he shouted in my ear as he rubbed his own with his finger, trying to rub away the ‘deafness’. I shoved him away but he soon caught my hand then lifted me as high as he could as he spun me around.

“Eddie put me down yah big oaf!” I laughed as I exclaimed. He laughed as he continued to spin me around my entire room before falling down to my bed once again with me hovering over him. Our laughter mixed together as the song continued to play in the background. “You are such a dork.”

“Your dork. But hey wouldn’t that count Superman a dork? He does work for the Daily Planet and wears those ugly glasses.”

“True but Christopher Reeves made them work.”

“Do I sense competition in the midst of my lady’s affections?”

“Only in a dream. But never fear good sir knight, you are the only man who has my heart.” I said as I rubbed over his heart.

“Good. Cause I don’t think I would last in a fight with Superman.” We both laughed and I said.

“I don’t think any of us could. Besides his heart belongs to Lois Lane. I could never compete with her.”

“In my opinion, you’re prettier than Lois Lane.”

“Aww Eddie you sweet-talker.” I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine right as the song came to an end.

We continued on with the Superman tape until the flying sequence came about I had to speak my mind.

“Now I both love and hate this song from the track.”

“Oh really? Why’s that?” Eddie asked as he wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer.

“Well not only because of how they shot it after he takes her into the air with the whole physics about how he holds her hand and they’re both flying together normally. But the stupid monologue Lois says during the music. It just—doesn’t fit well. In my mind, I imagined Superman holding her fairly close.”

“You mean like this?” Eddie said as he wrapped his other arm around me.

“Yes. Then we’d just—see them flying together. The music itself is beautiful on its own but her fucking monologue drones it out completely on film. For me personally, there are some scenes in film where we should just— let the music speak for itself. The fascination she already has for Superman, the closeness of their bodies pressed together. The lingering looks they share with one another as he takes her higher and higher into the sky. That’s why I’ll always pick the Binary Sunset over this song any day.”

“You’re not just saying that because your uncle has a solo in that song.”

“No. You know how we’re introduced to Luke right?” he nodded. “The Binary sunset, it—it allows us to also feel exactly what Luke feels. The longing, the desperation, the need, hope and the dream to have something far beyond our reach like the sun.”

“Damn you are really getting deep here babe. How did we ever work out?”

“We work out because you’re funny, you’re sweet, loyal to your friends, a good mentor to the present and future members of Hellfire. And you’ve got such an imagination that could only rival mine. Plus you’re the only guy whose accepted me for my own unique nerdiness. Not even the guys in band would touch me with a ten foot pole.”

“Well those band geeks are blind to see the true goddess that’s before them. All those guys they’re just doing band to get an elective credit. You—you have a truly, fiery passion for the music you play. Long to play, and may eventually play. Can you imagine if they ever did bring Lord of the rings to life? I’m sure the music is gonna need a player with as much passion as you. And I’m gonna be right there cheering you on and listening for yah.”

“Thank Eddie, it really means a lot to me.” He smiled then leaned in and kissed me softly.

“You think we can quote Star Wars all the way through just listening to the scores?” he asked me.

“You really gotta ask that?” I stood up from my bed and switched the Superman tape for A New Hope. “One thing though, it doesn’t include the 20th Century Fox theme song.”

“Ahh the bastards!” he playfully groaned.

“So care to do the honors Ed?”

“Princess, it’d be my pleasure.” He then grabbed my own version of Brian May’s red special guitar, plugged it into my amp and turned it up as loud as he could. I then grabbed two pencils and began the drum roll of the company’s theme song before Eddie played the horns section on the electric guitar. Never before have I heard it be played on anything else but damn did he shred it and to use my guitar, it was pure poetry.

He unplugged my guitar and turned my amp off as we both said the title card introduction.

“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….” I pressed play and right on cue the full forte of the Orchestra played throughout my room. “Care to do the honors Dungeon Master?”

“As you wish my fair Princess.” He said before reading out the actual credit roll all the way through in his DM style of how he narrates his campaigns for his club. From there on, it was the two of us acting out the scenes based off the scores that played out.

We also couldn’t help ourselves with quoting the rest of the movie and right as we came up to my favorite part, I turned to my window balcony and saw that the sun was just about to set.

“Oh my god.”

“Uhh that’s not the quote that comes next babe.” Eddie said.

“No Eds look, the sun’s setting. Oh let’s pause this and you’ll see what I mean come on!” I turned to stereo towards the window and grabbed Eddie’s hand as we went out to my small little balcony and stared at the sunset together.

*Eddie’s POV*

As my girl dragged me to her makeshift balcony and the rays of the sunset landed upon her face, I could hear the sound of the flute starting off the most epic part of the song. Then as her uncle’s solo came into play, I immediately felt this—fluttery feeling in my stomach.

This angel nay this—goddess of music that stood at my side. She—she was my everything. My wants, my hopes, my dreams. Everything I wish to do, want to do I—I want her to be there at my side. As the orchestra rose in volume, there was this wave of—god I can’t even describe it.

All I did know was that I never once took my eyes off of (Y/n) for a second as my heart swelled and I could feel my chest constricting with whatever this emotion I was feeling.

“….d? Ed? Eddie.” I snapped out of my trance and said.

“What? What was it?” (Y/n) only smiled and reached up to touch the corner of my eye. It was then I felt that I actually had tears in my eyes.

“You felt it too, didn’t you.” She said it as more of a statement than a question. I sniffled softly and nodded.

“That’s what you feel everytime?” she nodded. “God babe that…..that was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I felt—warm and…..god I can’t even describe it.”

“Music is the way of life. It’s all around us. Just like I’ve always said.” I cupped her face into my hands and asked her.

“I wanna feel it again. But this time with our song. Please sweetheart? I—I wanna feel it again, but this time as I kiss you.” God I’m sounding like such a sap right now but fuck it! This is a high I’ve never been on and I wanna feel what my girl feels every day she listens to these songs, especially how she described our kiss earlier today with our Star Wars love theme.

She placed her hands over mine and kissed my left palm before taking me back inside her room and switched out the tapes.

“Shall we quote the scene again?”

“I wanna try your theory of just letting the music speak for itself.” I answered. She nodded and pressed rewind and waited for a couple of seconds before pressing play to see if it was our song.

“Okay let’s just let this last section of Boba Fett play out and then nothing but silence.” She said as she came up and wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist pulling her close.

Soon the gentle melody of our love theme started playing over the speakers. As she gently brushed the hair out of my eyes I could already feel my heart racing faster than it’s ever gone before. There was a lump in my throat but for some strange reason it felt like the good kind of lump. Honestly I can’t explain it as beautifully as my musical goddess does, but all I can say was that I liked it. A lot. It wasn’t a sexual pull, but a truly, deep, love connection (much like Aragorn and Arwen).

I lifted my hands to gently cup her face. My thumbs gently stroking along where her cute dimples were hidden and I pressed my forehead against hers, our noses gently and affectionately nuzzling the other’s. We both soon leaned in and as the music got louder our lips met and I swear to god—it was like a firework just exploded in my gut.

We separated and (Y/n) reached over and turned off the stereo as the two of us softly panted.

“Shit……” I gasped out.

“What’s the verdict doc?” she asked.

“Best……high……ever.” I chuckled and she followed with soft laughter. “You were right. God that was—I know I always get butterflies in my stomach and my heart races every time I kiss you but with our song setting the mood…..holy shit.”

“Like I said. There’s more to music than just headbangers.”

“I’ll never question your wisdom again, my beautiful muse.” I said bringing her into yet another, more passionate kiss. We walked right towards her bed and she collapsed once more onto it, and I immediately crawled on top of her. “So what shall it be Princess? Want to make beautiful music of our own?”

“With most scoundrels I wouldn’t but for you, always.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” She said with a grin and a twinkle in her eye before wrapping her hand around the back of my neck and bringing me down to kiss her once more.

That’s a night I’ll never forget, I think out of all my shows I’ve performed, this one will always be my favorite. Because it was just me, my best girl, and the two of us making music with our bodies all night long.

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dootiexcupcake · 2 years

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childhood bestie!Jisung headcanons bc I’m feeling soft and squishy and sad:

• you and Sungie knowing each other since 5th grade

• y’all met at an arcade and we’re competing against one another on a racing game

• Jisung won and has not let it go all these many..many years later

• and he probably won’t anytime soon

• the more you guys saw each other at the arcade the closer you got

• both of you guys had a lot in common lifestyle wise

• you lived a few blocks away from each other

• so that means y’all attended the same school

• you guys were apart of the same religion

• so you saw each other at gatherings when they would happen

• to most people, that’s where the similarities ended

• Jisung was shy, quiet, and kept to himself

• you were loud, extroverted, and a people person

• but as far as you and Sungie were concerned, your friendship made perfect sense.

• high school was when things started to really pick up

• Jisungs introversion soon shed away the more you two hung out and he met more of your friends

• after school you guys would go down to one of two spots

• the local bakery, which was a favorite of yours because of their killer donuts

• or the skate park, a shared favorite but definitely something Jisung loved the most

• you were the one that taught him how to skate in the first place.

• You’ll sometimes think back to the memories of you teaching him in the empty parking lot at the library. He was clinging onto your shoulders like a koala and shaking like a leaf. Poor thing

• you had to laugh

• which of course made Jisung land a playful punch to your shoulder

• “dude you’ll never learn how to skateboard if you keep hangin on t’me like this!”

• “how do you know? I could be pioneering a new way to skate.”

• “tsk, man…”

• looking back on your high school years was fun, yes, and you treasured those happy moments dearly

• but god the darker times always find their way to creep in…

• there’s another place you guys like to go to hang out. But that’s typically saved for one of you guys bad days.

• Colfax lake

• it was a nearby lake that was sat all the way in the woods. Away from people. Away from school. Away from everything.

• you can recall days when Jisung would call you, voice straining to hold back tears after getting into a particularly heated argument with his family as he ask you to meet him at ‘our place’

• and Jisung is no stranger to these random calls as well

• he remembers sitting on the grass in front of the lake holding you close as the both of you cried into each other’s arms after a notably traumatic event.

• Jisung sobbing because of the hurt you, his best friend, is experiencing

• and you bawling your eyes out because of the gutted feeling in your chest at the aftermath of the event

• as dark, sad, and absolutely painful those memories are. You and Jisung couldn’t be more happier to have one another by their side

• even now as adults you guys still have your personal ups and downs

• but mixed in with the amazing, happy, and sweet moments

• it’s the dark ones that made your friendship stronger. It made you guys inseparable. Better people.

• you guys are as thick as thieves, two peas in a pod, partners in crime, bffl’s, peanut butter and jelly

• it just makes sense

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i-am-church-the-cat · 3 years

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Good To Sea You Again

Hi @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood! I’m your person for the Willex gift exchange week. You said you liked Willix, Juke, and Flarrie as well as enemies to lovers and fake dating so I tried to do a little bit of both for Flarrie with background Willex. It didn’t have as much Willex as I wanted though, so the second part of your gift is in the reblog. I hope you like it! - WC: 4292 Pairing: Flarrie (background Willex) Summary: Flynn and Carrie are trying to help their best friend propose to his boyfriend on a cruise. Only, it’s a couples cruise... -

Flynn looked around as she broke her muffin into little pieces. Alex had asked her to meet her at a cafe so that she could ask her something. And when her best friend’s boyfriend asked her for a favor, the least she could do was listen to him. Okay, so maybe Alex had known Willie first. And introduced him to Flynn. But which one of them skated with him every Thursday since they were seventeen? Julie would always be Flynn’s bffl, but when she had gone to Julliard for college and Flynn stayed in LA, she had to find other people to hang out with. Most notably, her childhood best friend’s band mate’s epic skater boyfriend. She heard the door open and turned, waving at the blond man who came through the door. Her smile fell when she saw who was following in after him, though. Carrie Wilson had been Juli’s best friend before she dropped her in high school. She had never been nice to Flynn or Julie, but when the boys had transferred school their senior year, the connection between her and Alex was instant. Julie and Carrie had made up but Flynn had ever seen eye-to-eye with her. They tolerated each other’s presence for their friends’ sake, but they weren’t making friendship bracelets anytime soon. “Hey!” Alex greeted, dropping into the seat across from her. Carrie pulled up a chair while they situated the absorbent amount of bags they were both holding. “Sorry we’re late.” “Don’t worry about it, I haven’t been here long,” she eyed their stuff before returning her smile to her face. “What were you two up to?” “Getting ready. Lots of stuff to do before the wedding,” Carrie explains, settling in her chair. Flynn frowned in confusion as Alex hissed Carrie’s name. That was all she needed for it to click. “Oh my god, Willie proposed to you?! Why didn’t he tell me? Why wasn’t I involved? Why am I-” “No no no,” Alex waved his hands to get her to stop. “Willie didn’t propose to me, I’m trying to propose to him.” She blinks, getting hit with emotional whiplash as she relaxes. “Oh. Wait, are you asking my permission?” Carrie snorted (Flynn wished she could say unattractively but she’s been gorgeous every day of their lives) and Alex ignored her. “No, I’m asking for your help.” “Aw, dude!” She grinned and leaned forward to take his hand. “Of course, I’ll help. You two are my OTP.” “I thought Luke and Julie were your OTP?” Flynn waved his words away. The two had been on and off since high school and while she had no doubt they would find each other in the end, Wille and Alex took priority. “Doesn’t matter, tell me what you’re thinking and how I can help. Also, why is Carrie here?” “I’m the best woman,” the blonde said smugly. Flynn just blinked at her. “There’s no wedding yet.” Carrie rolled her eyes. “Fine, then I’m helping my best friend get engaged. Does it matter?” Flynn wanted to argue that yes, it did matter, but a look from Alex kept her silent. She shrugged and then focused back on her friend. Her questions still needed answers after all. Alex looked between them, waiting for them to be done before smiling at Flynn. “Right, so there’s this cruise Willie’s always wanted to go on.” “The Alaska cruise.” “Yeah,” Alex shivered. “I don’t know why but he does. And I found a couple’s cruise that goes there and I told them what I want to do and they’re going to help me set it up.”

Flynn frowned. “Alright, cool… what do you need me for?” Alex looked expectant if a little nervous. “I need you and Carrie to distract Willie so that he doesn’t find out before the end of the two-week cruise.” Two weeks? That would be a little tight but they could probably swing it. Flynn happened to know first hand that Carrie was very good at espionage when she wanted to be. They could definitely do it. “But wait,” Flynn frowned and looked between the two. “Carrie and I are both single, we can’t go on a couple’s cruise.” Carrie rolled her eyes as if Flynn was missing something (and she was starting to feel like maybe she was). “Isn’t it obvious? The two of us will pretend to be a couple.” Flynn just stared at her until Carrie snapped her fingers in front of her face. “I’m sorry, did you just say a couple?” “Yep,” she assured, accentuating the p with a pop of her gum. “And.. you’re okay with that?” Carrie rolled her eyes. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I got over the internalized homophobia thing back in high school.” She shook her head. “No no, just. Me? Really?” “Yes, Flynn,” the blonde sighs. “If it’s for my friends, I’ll even date you.” “So you’ll do it?” Alex asked before the two could start trading insults. Flynn crossed her arms and looked between the two. Pretending to be dating Carrie Wilson wouldn’t exactly be fun for her. But… It was her best friends. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll do it,” she sighed with a grin. “But this proposal better be awesome.” “Oh, it is,” Alex assured. The woman relaxed as her friend regaled her with his plans to propose. And if she had a hard time keeping her eyes off of her “girlfriend”. Well, she was just getting ready for the trip. - “I can’t believe you two were dating and you didn’t tell me!” Willie said as he and Flynn walked back from the skate park. The cruise left in a week and Flynn was using all her spare time to help get ready for it- and keep Willie in the dark. She and Carrie had decided on a cover story a few days ago, and it was only yesterday that Alex told Willie about the trip. “Yeah, it was a shock to me too,” she agreed, forcing a laugh. “Wait, but how did it even happen? I thought you two hated each other?” “We don’t hate each other…” Flynn started to explain, remembering the conversation she and Carrie had the other day. `So what, we’re going to go from hating each other to dating just like that?’ Carrie rolled her eyes but Flynn was used to it by now. People always seemed to miss that the important questions were sometimes the most obvious ones. ‘I’ve never hated you, Flynn.’ She scoffed at that. ‘Seriously, I haven’t! We disagreed but I didn’t hate you…’ Flynn watched her and was surprised to find that she looked sincere. And Flynn knew when she looked sincere. Carrie was a good actress but not that good. Well, at least there’s that. She sighed. ‘Fine. But how did we get together?’ “It was so weird, honestly. You know that blind date Georgia, my coworker, sent me on?” At Willie’s nod, she continued. “She was the blind date.” Not really. Her blind date had never shown and Flynn had gone home and ate brownies all night but whatever. It worked in their favor. “Wow, really?” Willie laughed. “Small world.” “That’s exactly what I thought. Anyway, dinner was already paid for so we both just decided to stay. We ended up having fun. I guess dates are better when you already know the person you’re dating.” Willie hummed in agreement then hit her lightly with the back of his hand. “And hey, now you can do fun stuff like this with me and Alex. My best friend’s girlfriend just happens to be my boyfriend’s best friend. It’s kind of perfect.” Flynn smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, it kind of is, isn’t it?” But it isn’t real, her brain reminds her. It never would be. Willie grins and nudges her again before his eyes lit up. “Hey, race ya to the convenience store.” He put his board down and hopped on, speeding off. Flynn grinned and was quick to follow him. They raced around people down the block. Even at almost 28, they knew how to goof off just enough to enjoy life. Flynn never felt bad around Willie. He was a genuinely nice guy and he always knew how to lift her spirits. That’s why he deserved this, an epic proposal from the love of his life with the help of his friends. Flynn would do anything to give him that, even pretend to date Carrie Wilson. - So, Flynn had something to admit. She’d never been on a cruise before. Even growing up less than an hour away from the beach, it was just not something she had ever wanted to do. She was confused when they explained they would have to fly up to Anchorage to even board the boat. But after learning it would take almost 5 weeks to sail from LA to Alaska, she was more than happy to pay the cost. Carrie and Flynn flew up a day before Alex and Willie. Something about Carrie needing to get over the time difference but Alaska was just an hour behind California so Flynn was pretty sure that was a lie. Either way, it let them practice their roles before the cruise and that’s what Flynn was going to do. “Here I can get that,” Flynn said, smiling at Carrie as she took her bag and placed it in the overhead bin. The blonde looked bewildered at her attitude. She’d been doing that all day and Flynn would clue her in, but it was more fun to watch her be confused. The best part was when the flight attendant came to check on them though. They had first-class seats - thank you, Carrie’s dad - so there was plenty of room between them. “Hi, Miss Wilson?” At Carrie’s nod, the attendant continued. “We hope you enjoy your flight. If you and your…” When she trailed off, Flynn grinned and pointedly reached across the console to take Carrie’s hand. “Girlfriend.” The attendant smiled and nodded. “If you and your girlfriend need anything, please let us know.” Flynn was honestly impressed at Carrie’s ability to keep her composure. She just nodded and thanked her. It wasn’t until she had walked away did the blonde whip around to look at her, looking honestly baffled. “What did you say that for?” She hissed, taking her hand back. Flynn grinned and shrugged. “We’re supposed to be pretending to date each other right? Why not start now?” Carrie looked at her weirdly before eventually nodding and sitting back in her seat. The rest of the flight was uneventful, but Carrie took her out to dinner as soon as they landed. They held hands and flirted and fought over who would pay the bill - Carrie won. Honestly, Flynn would be fooled if she was watching all of this. Carrie was a very good fake girlfriend. Or, you know. Real girlfriend too. When they got to the hotel, they found out that their reservation had accidentally been put as one king-sized bed. Carrie nodded and said that was fine. At the look Flynn gave her, she shrugged. “We’re going to be sharing a bed for a week on the boat. What’s one more night?” Flynn couldn’t shake how fast her heart was beating as she followed the blonde to the elevator. They stood in awkward silence until they reached their floor. Carrie led the way once again and unlocked their room with her key card. The room was gorgeous, as was the rest of the hotel. There was something to be said about traveling with Carrie Wilson. You travel in style. “Do you want the right side or the left side?” Carrie asked, glancing at her. “Ummm. I’ll take the side closer to the windows, you take the side closer to the bathroom?” Carrie agreed and they got their stuff situated. Flynn flopped onto the bed with a sigh, feeling exhausted from their flight. She could probably pass out for the next sixteen hours and have to race to get the boat on time. The blonde shook her head at her. “I’m going to take a shower, should I save you some hot water?” “Nah you take it,” Flynn said, kicking her shoes off. “I’ll probably be out by the time you get back.” Carrie nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. Flynn hadn’t been lying when she said she would probably pass out within minutes. But for some reason, she just couldn’t relax enough to fall asleep. She was staring at the closed curtains when the bathroom door re-opened and the other woman slipped into the bed. The silence grew between them as the minutes ticked by. Flynn knew Carrie wasn’t asleep because her breathing was too fast. Eventually, the silence got to be too much for her, and she turned over. Carrie was facing the other way but after a few moments of Flynn staring at her back, she turned over, too. “Should we talk about this?” Flynn finally asked. Carrie didn’t look surprised. “We already talked about this.” “Yeah but it’s. Different. Now that we’re actually doing it.” Carrie nodded. “It is a little weird isn’t it? To go from nothing to… pretending to be something?” “Yeah.” Flynn sighs and stretches out on the bed. “But… we don’t have to.” Carrie blinked then frowned at her. “What?” “We don’t have to go from nothing. We can be... friends. Right?” Carrie nodded. “I’d like that. To be your friend.” Flynn smiled. “Me too.” “Alright then,” the blonde sighed. “Friends it is.” Flynn stuck her pinkie out. Carrie snorted but dutifully wrapped her pinkie around Flynn’s. “Friends,” Flynn agreed. She fell asleep almost instantly after that. - The boat was beautiful. And a little crowded but mostly beautiful. Carrie had planned tons of activities for them all, and a few for just Alex and Willie, or, when Alex needed to go talk to someone about the proposal, Willie and Flynn. Flynn barely had a second to herself the first few days. She enjoyed helping out but… planning a proposal was a lot apparently. Carrie didn’t exactly make it better. Not about the proposal. With that, she was great, she knew exactly what she wanted and how to make it happen. It made Flynn imagine what she would be like planning her own engagement or wedding. And that was the problem. The more time the two spent together and around all this stuff, the more Flynn thought about it being real. And she liked those thoughts. It was getting way too close to things she wasn’t ready to acknowledge, may never be able to acknowledge. “Hey, what are you doing here?” Flynn looked up from where she was trailing her legs through the water. She was sitting on the edge of her pool, getting a break from all the planning and scheming and girlfriend-ing. She was not expecting to be found by the woman she was trying to avoid. “Uh, I was just… getting some sun.” Carrie sighed as she sat down next to Flynn, closer than she normally would. But, girlfriends. They were girlfriends right now. She stuck her bare legs in the water and tilted her head back. “The boys are getting facials. I was tasked with coming to find you since no one knew where you were.” “Sorry…” Flynn mumbled, looking back at the water. Carrie nudged her. “Don’t worry about it. Is everything okay?” Flynn nodded before she could change her mind. “Yeah yeah, just needed a second.” “Oh,” Carrie blinked, pinking up distractingly. “Oh, right, I can just get out of your-” “No, no, it’s okay,” Flynn assured, reaching out to grab her hand. “You can stay. I want you here.” And she meant it too. Sure, she had been avoiding her, but only because she made it hard to pretend. But now that she was here, Flynn was hit with how much she wanted to be in the other woman’s company. Carrie smiled softly and settled back down. “Alright then. I’ll stay.” “Great,” Flynn smiled at her and the two looked at each other for a while before turning back to the pool. They talked quietly for the rest of the afternoon until the sun started to dip below the horizon and they had to go meet the boys for dinner. Flynn wished they could have stayed there forever. - The longer the week wore on, the harder it was to admit that Flynn didn’t like Carrie. She was loud and passionate in the best way (some would say a lot like Flynn herself) and she knew how to get what she wanted. That was clear when she had stolen some drinks from the bar in the middle of the night and convinced Flynn to drink them on the deck with her under the stars. It had been fun. Very intimate. She had to keep reminding herself it wasn’t a date even as the memory of Carrie’s eyes shining in the starlight replayed in her head. Yeah, she was most definitely screwed. Tonight was the second to last night on the ship. They would be home the day after tomorrow, Willie and Alex would be happily engaged, and they could stop pretending. Go back to their normal lives. As if Flynn even knew what that meant anymore. “What are you thinking about?” Willie asked as he leaned against the rail next to her. They were on the balcony, looking down at the main deck where Carrie and Alex and a few others were dancing. “Oh, you know,” Flynn sighed. “The future.” Willie looked between her and Carrie and grinned. “The future huh?” Flynn knew what he was thinking and she was surprised with how much she wanted his assumption to be true. She forced a smile and nodded. “Yep. What about you?” “I was thinking…” Willie grinned. “That we should go dance with our beautiful partners.” She laughed and pushed off of the railing. “You read my mind, Will.” He grinned and nudged her before heading down the stairs, Flynn on his heels. She smiled as he pulled Alex into a smooth dip and kiss. She could admit that the man definitely had moves. “Hey,” came a soft voice. Flynn smiled and turned to Carrie. They smiled at each other for a moment before Flynn extended her hand. Carrie took it and they began to sway together. The music was soft and light, easy to dance to. They didn’t talk as they danced. Just relaxed and enjoyed the music, moving along with the ship, and each other’s company. It was cozy in a way Flynn knew she was going to miss later. But for now, she let herself have it. They danced through a few songs and she almost jumped when Carrie spoke again. “Do you want to get out of here?” She asked tentatively. Flynn never knew her to be tentative in anything. She nodded and the two started walking back to their cabin. They walked in silence most of the way but Flynn could feel the tension in the air. She was just waiting for Carrie to say something. The brunette was paying close enough attention to stop at the same time as the other woman. She waited patiently - for maybe the first time in her life - as Carrie collected herself. “I was the blind date.” Flynn frowned. That was not what she was expecting to hear at all, especially because it made no sense. But Carrie was looking more anxious than she had ever known the other woman to be, so she tried her best to answer. “Yeah, that was our story right?” Carrie shook her head. “No- I mean yes, it was, but it wasn’t just a story. I was your blind date. I- I stood you up.” Okay, now she was definitely confused. Why was she telling her this now? “So what? You decided to leave instead of just tell me you weren’t interested? That’s not exactly new information.” “I- What, no?” Carrie looked genuinely surprised. “I decided to leave because I knew you would hate seeing me.” Flynn scoffed. “I would not have-” “You’ve glared at me every time I’ve walked into a room for the last eleven years!” “Not every time,” she disagrees. The blonde’s scoff/laugh grates on her nerves and she draws herself up. “Yeah, well, so what? It’s not like you were interested in dating me either.” “I tried to ask you to prom senior year!” Record scratch. Excuse me? “What? No, you didn’t!” Carrie looked at her triumphantly but also a little bitterly. “Oh yes, I did. But the second I came up to you, you insulted me.” “When did I…” Flynn inhaled quickly. She did remember Carrie coming up to her a few weeks before prom. She hadn’t even let her talk, just said something about not voting for her for prom queen. Carrie hadn’t even responded, just nodded as if she had known it all along and walked off. Flynn always thought that was weird but it was ten years ago. She blinked at the blonde, shock and horror warring for dominance in her head. “Carrie, I didn’t…” “It’s fine,” she said tossing her hair back. It didn’t sound fine, that’s for sure. “I knew you never felt the same way.” No. No no no no, this couldn’t be happening. Carrie had to know that she was wrong; she had to know that Flynn felt the same way. Before she could overthink it, she stepped forward and pulled the other woman down into a kiss. Carrie gasped softly and Flynn pressed closer, tried to show her how she felt. The blonde’s hands came to rest on her waist and she leaned into it and then… then… And then Carrie was pulling away. She brought a hand up between them and shook her head. Flynn wanted to protest, ask what was wrong, but Carrie just looked so sad. “Don’t,” came so softly, Flynn almost thought she imagined it. Then she was turning around and striding back down the corridor, leaving Flynn a few feet away from their door. She brought a hand up to her lips as she slumped against the wall. Even with her lips still tingling from the kiss, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her heart was breaking before her eyes. Carrie didn’t come back to the room that night. Flynn couldn’t fall asleep. - Carrie ignored her all through breakfast the next morning. Her bag was packed by the time Flynn came back to the room and they had nothing planned on the ship so no one came to get them. She didn’t get a chance to talk with her until they were setting up the main deck for the proposal. “Balloons.” “Check.” “Champagne.” “Check.” “Live preservers.” Flynn huffed. They had already gone through this list twice. “Check, Carrie, will you please-” “It’s almost time for the proposal, Flynn, I don’t know what you want me to do,” the blonde brushed her aside, not looking up from her clipboard. “I want you to talk to me.” “I am talking to you.” “Not like-” she growled in frustration and stole Carrie’s clipboard. She looked up, a protest on her lips, but the shorter woman stuck a finger in her face. “No, we are talking about this, Wilson.” Carrie seemed to deflate. She crossed her arms defensively and let out a small huff. “Fine, you want to talk? Let’s talk. Let’s talk about how you haven’t given me the time of day in almost eleven years.” “Oh yeah? Well, let’s also talk about how you’ve liked me for ten of those!” “I didn’t-” she bit off the end of her sentence. She pointed at Flynn. “I was over you, okay? Over you. And then you had to come in and hold my hand and be nice to me and call me your girlfriend and it hurt, okay? It hurt because it was everything I had wanted in high school being dangled in front of me with the knowledge that it would all be ripped away once we ended this. Okay, so maybe I got a little heated but I didn’t want to be strung along.” Flynn felt like she had been slapped. She never could have imagined making anyone feel like this. And- and Carrie? Flynn never considered being more than a blip on her radar. “Strung along? What are you talking about?” Carrie snorted. “Please, you’ve never been shy about how you felt about me. You just got caught up in all the emotions this week.” “Is that what you think?” Flynn asked, incredulous. Carrie shrugged. “Carrie Wilson, I’ve had a crush on you since middle school.” The blonde looked as shocked as she felt. “What? No, you haven’t.” “Yes, I have! And then you stopped hanging out with Julie and started being cold to us and I thought ‘well, the pretty ones are always like that’. But then you apologized and got better but I still thought you hated me. So I thought I would do my best to ignore you right back.” “So… so,” for once in her life, it looked like Carrie was speechless. “So I never hated you,” Flynn chewed on her lip. “And you never hated me?” Carrie shook her head slowly. “So what does… what does that mean?” “It means,” Flynn took a deep breath and held out her hand. “Carrie Wilson, after this cruise, would you like to go on a date with me?” The other woman beamed and took her hand. “Yes. I would.” - It was a beautiful proposal. Willie of course said yes. And Flynn got to see it all, with Carrie’s hand in hers.

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just-because-i-can · 3 years

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We all know that high school friendships come and go. Maybe not at the time while you’re still in high school, but anyone outside of high school can probably attest to that. Your BFF or BFFL in high school may not always keep that title. Don’t get me wrong, it happens, but not as often as some may think. If you and your high school bff are still bffs, that’s awesome congratulations. If they’re not, then you may be able to relate to this. In fear that people may not be happy with this and somehow discover who this is about (not that I think they are even on here anymore), I’m going to change names (obviously) and genders to spice things up.

I went to the same school for seven years (middle school and high school) where I kept a majority of the same friends throughout the years while also meeting new ones. Anyway, there was a girl I met in 6th grade who was my friend until senior year of high school. We weren’t best friends until 8th grade I believe but we would still say hi to one another in the hallways before that. She was great. I can’t remember if we got into a lot of arguments or not but whatever who cares.

Anyway, she and I were apart of a friend group with two boys. I feel like I should give them fake names now because it might get confusing down the line when I’m trying to refer to someone. So, we’ll name the girl Emily and the two other friends Jackson and Noah. So freshman year of high school, the four of us were apart of a larger friend group comprised of like...mini friend groups. I don’t know how else to explain that, but I hope you get it. So, around sophomore year we (Emily, Jackson, and Noah) started hanging out more with just us four. We were really close (though I think I was personally the closest with Emily), had a group message and would talk in it about anything and everything. We all confided in each other, blah blah blah. You know, normal best friend kind of stuff. So cool, we’re all always hanging out, texting, on snapchat, you know all that jazz.

Emily and I also had days where we would just hang out with the two of us, going to the mall, having sleepovers, you know just hanging out. I felt as though I could confide in her with anything I needed to. I went through a really bad rough patch junior year and beginning of senior year and she was always there for me (not that the others weren’t) and I appreciated her more than anything. She made me very happy and I could be my weird, crazy, self with her. She was my best friend.

Then the end of senior year comes along.

I was unfortunately moving after graduation which I hated (that’s a whole other story I won’t get into right now) but didn’t really have a choice. Even though I’d be going to college anyway, I wouldn’t be able to see all my friends over holiday breaks and what not. My last night with all my friends, Emily and I cried when it was time to part ways. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do without my best friends now that I was leaving. I saw them everyday for years and years so it would feel foreign without being able to just go over to their house or hangout. Now, I’ve had experience in the past with moving and having to make new friends but I was way younger back then. I didn’t keep in touch with any of those friends when I was younger because, hello, we were like eight or nine. We didn’t have phones, so it was kind of hard. There was email of course, but it wasn’t the same.

This time around when I moved I was so sure that our bond could never be broken and that we’d always keep in touch. Some of that was true, yes, but it was more complicated than that.

The next time I saw them was a year later when I went to visit them. Even though we still talked in our group message and on social media, it was still slightly awkward for me because I hadn’t seen them in so long. It was foreign to not be with them at first, but then it almost felt foreign actually being with them. Anyway, I stayed there for a couple weeks at Jackson’s house (which was very nice of him I still am very appreciative of that) and we all hung out and what not. When I left things were still kinda the same but I think maybe we didn’t talk as much in our group message anymore but it was still daily. Just not…every second you know, which is understandable we all had lives and we were all busy that wasn’t an issue for me.

The year ends, fast forward to summer of the following year, so about another year after I’ve seen them. My dad passed away during this time which was obviously very upsetting for me and when I told them in the group message they were all there for me. But two months later, all communication stopped in the group message. We still had our snapchat group message but only me, Jackson, and Noah really would talk in it. Now, I’m not an idiot, I knew way before this that they probably had another group message for times where they were hanging out together after I moved but I didn’t expect to be completely cut off from them like that. For months after I was extremely sad about it, and I felt so anxious. I’ve known that I have anxiety for years but around this time it got worse. I cried so often and with my dad passing and other horrible things that happened before that in the year, my life felt like it was falling apart.

I couldn’t stop thinking about if it was something I said or did that made them just stop talking in there. I thought I wasn’t good enough, I thought I annoyed them, I thought they were just sick of me. To this day I don’t really have an answer of why but at least I still have some type of communication with them. But then in one of our social media group messages, I noticed something that kind of hurt my feelings. Any time I would send something, Emily would just open it and not answer but if Jackson or Noah sent something, she would answer them almost immediately. At first I was like oh maybe it was just a coincidence but then it kept happening, and it actually still happens to this day. Happened about an hour ago actually. It’s like I no longer exist to her anymore. She doesn’t acknowledge my existence whatsoever.

Okay this is going to sound dumb because social media itself is dumb and ruining our minds (yet I still use it every day), but there were other little things I noticed her doing. Even on other apps she would open my messages or just leave me on read but if anyone else sent anything she would react to them or respond. There were very very few times when she would answer me and it would only be if she could relate. Like one time I said I was becoming re-obsessed with Harry Styles (yes I was one of those extremely obsessed directioners back in the day) and she responded and said “same”. But that was it. Nothing else. Still continued not acknowledging me but acknowledged Jackson and Noah. Then the summer rolls around again.

I was very surprised to get a text from her considering we haven’t talked on our own in probably over a year. I was honestly extremely nervous to see what she was even going to say but when I opened it, it wasn’t really anything. She asked me if I had pictures of us from a concert from our sophomore year. I said I did and then I think I told her to give me a minute so I could track them down and send them. It wasn’t until the next message she sent I believe that she asked me how I was. I was so blinded in the moment because I was just happy she was talking to me again. I had missed her so much and she probably didn’t even know but it made me smile because she was talking to me. The conversation didn’t last long after I sent the pictures and she hasn’t spoken to me since. She only texted me because she wanted the pictures and nothing else. I’m not a huge texter anymore so it’s not that in which I was bothered by, it was the fact that I felt like I was just being used.

A while ago now, I saw the caption of something she posted talking about how (this is not verbatim) it was crazy how you could be really close with someone one day and the next they’re like a complete stranger. Well, I definitely related to that because it was exactly how I felt with her. I know high school best friends don’t always last, but it does and most likely will with the three of them. It just sucks because I’ve never felt more left out and kind of embarrassed. I’m embarrassed because to this day, I still feel like I just wasn’t good enough. There are more little things I could say but I think the situation is clear enough without any more examples. Even if they still hurt my feelings whether it was a lot or little.

But I don’t want to make anyone feel guilty or be pitied, that’s not at all what me venting about this is about. I just thought that maybe if I was able to write this down I’d stop being consumed by the thoughts of it all the time. I want to move on, I really do. I’d like to focus on the friends now that actually talk to me but it’s so hard because that was one of the longest friendships I’ve had with someone where we were that close for that long.

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redrabbitspod · 4 years

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READ OUR INTERVIEW WITH ROLLING STONE HERE:

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Red Rabbits: The Rolling Stone Interview

Featuring Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten, and the Red Rabbits Team

By Angie Rodner

On a chilly Monday, Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard are standing side by side, looking at something on Andrew’s phone in our New York, Rolling Stone headquarters. The rest of the Red Rabbits team, consisting of Dan Wilds, Seth Gordon, Renee Walker, Robin Cross, Allison Reynolds, and pro Exy legend/honorable mention Matt Boyd, orbit around them. It's an interesting scene to take in, to say the least. No matter what they seem to be talking about, they all defer to the two hosts without any of them seeming to acknowledge it.

I was lucky enough to sit down with all eight of them, and I’m not ashamed to say I’m a fan of the podcast and I’ve followed since Season 1. The story of Andrew and Neil (formerly known as Nathaniel Wesnisnki, the son of the Nathan Wesninski or the Butcher of Baltimore), and the revelation of their connection they’d shared as kids, was better than any true crime podcast I’d ever listened to.

Now, the team takes on what they’ve dubbed ‘The Case of the Newark 9’ for their second season. It’s a case based around the hunt for a man known only as ‘Steven’, who they believe is responsible for a series of kidnappings and murders of young girls in and around the Newark area. They’re joined by Robin Cross, a victim and survivor of Steven’s, who is helping them investigate the case.

I sat down with Robin and the other women of Red Rabbits first.

What’s it been like to work on this podcast together? Was it strange to go from looking for Neil, to having him in the studio, to watching him and Andrew form the relationship they have?

Dan: It was strange, because in all honesty, it wasn’t strange. Does that make sense? None of us knew about the meeting they had as kids, but when Andrew finally told us, everything made a lot more sense. Really, they belong together. It was much weirder when they first got back and hadn’t acknowledged what was between them yet. We were all just kinda like... are y’all not seeing what we’re seeing?

Renee: They got there eventually.

How have things changed from Season 1 to Season 2? The cases are obviously different, but they still involve missing children. What’s the atmosphere like around the studio?

Dan: Tense.

Allison: I’m not even there that often and I can still feel it.

Robin: It is tense, but there’s also a sense of urgency. We know ‘Steven’ has another girl now, so it’s like every day that goes by is another day he has her... Another day we either find him, or we don’t.

Mm... I can’t imagine how difficult that is. However, with that being said, the NYPD have made it pretty clear that they aren’t buying what you guys are selling. How does that make you feel?

Robin: I don’t feel anything about the NYPD. My anger is better placed elsewhere. I am angry. But the police didn’t listen to me when I was a kid and trying to tell them important information. Why would they listen to me now?

Renee: I think we all try and take our cues from Robin. Andrew and Neil are very careful to include her and get her opinion on certain things before moving forward. We’re not letting this thing with the NYPD deter us.

Speaking of Robin then, what’s it like for you to have her on the team? As one of Steven’s victims that is, there with you in the studio?

Robin: Oh no. Say nice things about me.

Dan: Girl. [ laughs ] Honestly, she’s amazing. She’s my little sister and I’m not just saying that. I think we all kind of feel that way. I’ve never known a person as strong and determined as she is and I know - see she’s blushing! [ laughs again ]- I know she hates it when we talk about her like this, but it’s so true. She’s family now.

Renee: She is, and I think she brings a really unique perspective to the case. We have someone here who’s directly involved, who lived through it and can give us some idea of what the other girls went through. I think most people would really love to have that kind of resource during an investigation.

Allison: For sure. She’s even my muse for my fall line. Everything is going to be deep colors and fun modesty.

Seems like you’ve been properly inducted into the team, Robin.

Robin: [ smiling ] It feels amazing...

Now, last question. Are you confident you’ll find what you’re looking for?

All as one: Yes.

Speaking with the ladies was fun. They were easy and connected and you can tell that there was a real sisterhood in the studio that day. It was refreshing to see women supporting and helping each other thrive in such a competitive industry. There was a lot of laughter between them, and it was such a joy to be able to share it with them.

My next interviewees were Seth Gordon, ‘resident TFN sound engineer/IT guy/anything to do with technology’, as he tells it, and New York Lynxes starting backliner, Matt Boyd. When I tell you I laughed throughout this entire interview, I’m being completely sincere. There was something about the way the two bounced off each other that had me smiling and understanding why they are both so well-liked.

You guys are best friends aren’t you? I feel a bromance in this Chilli’s tonight.

Seth: Bet. Matt Boyd is my homie and BFFL. Do people still say that? Anyway, we have matching necklaces and everything.

Do you really?

Matt: No, not really, but I’d totally wear one if he gave it to me.

[ laughing ] Matt, how did you even end up here? I know you were friends with Neil, but I feel like the details on that are kind of murky.

Matt: I hit him with my truck. [ My jaw dropped ] No, really! I hit him with my truck in Midtown Manhattan when I was driving home. He refused to go to the hospital so I brought him back to my place to make sure he was okay. He didn’t leave after that.

Seth: Because you held him hostage? That’s the way I hear it.

Matt: Oh yeah, for sure. He takes up so little space, why not? [ laughs again ] No really, I did convince him to stay, but I just felt like he needed a friend. He was obviously running from something and he was scared. I just didn’t know from what or why at the time.

And when you found out?

Matt: Honestly? I just about shit myself, but it made so much sense. All the little questions I asked myself early on, finally had answers.

I saw the interview you and Dan did with Essence. You guys look amazing together.

Seth: They are amazing together. It’s gross.

Matt: Yeah, and you and Dion aren’t constantly fawning all over each other.

Is that Dion hovering nearby?

Seth: Yep, that’s my man. He’s amazing and fuckin’ fine as hell. Can I say fuck in this interview?

Sure.

Seth: He’s fuckin’ fine.

Seth, what’s it been like for you, putting together the shows? There’s been a lot of audio that’s hard for us as listeners to hear, and I’m sure there’s more we haven’t even heard.

Seth: There is.

What’s that like for you to have to go through it all?

Seth: Really hard sometimes. There was some stuff in Season 1 we didn’t air that seriously gave me nightmares. It’s worth it, though. We found Neil and I think we’ll find Steven.

Are both of you confident in that fact?

Seth: Positive.

Matt: I think if anyone can find him, it’s Andrew and Neil. They’re determined and they’ll keep looking no matter what.

I believe them.

Andrew and Neil were my last interview of the day, and a more determined pair I think I’ve ever met.

Here’s the thing readers: They’re connected. It might make me a poor journalist, but I don’t know how else to explain it. At one point during the interview, Neil reached over to squeeze Andrew’s arm. At another point, Andrew reached over to squeeze the back of Neil’s neck. They were obviously a comfort to and for each other, and it almost seemed like they borrowed strength. It was intense and being able to witness it has been one of my favorite moments in my career.

So, let’s talk about this season before we get into everything else. You’re looking for a man you believe to be responsible for the disappearances of multiple girls in the Newark area. Do you feel like you’re any closer to solving the mystery than you were at the beginning?

Neil: Absolutely. We’ve gotten some really great tips and we think we’ve narrowed some things down. We don’t want to get too deep into what we’ve got at the moment, because we’re still investigating. But we’re confident in what we have.

What’s it been like working with Robin? I was able to interview her earlier, and she’s really something.

Andrew: She’s been the best resource we have. She’s incredibly strong and unbelievably quick. She’s taken this terrible thing that happened to her and turned it into fire, and it’s been amazing to watch. Most of the information we have comes from her.

The interview you guys did with her was absolutely chilling. I cried three times listening to it. How do you handle hearing these things? I feel like it’d be really hard not to take it home with you.

Neil: Yeah. It’s hard sometimes.

Andrew, I want to touch on the interview Riko Moriyama just did with Kathy Ferdinand and your response. What was that like for you, hearing Riko wrongfully expose something like that on live television?

Andrew: It was… I was stunned, I guess. That information was supposed to be sealed. My name was redacted. So I have no idea how he even got details of the case.

You’ve talked before about being in the foster care system. It sounds like you had a pretty rocky childhood.

Andrew: Yes.

Neil, I know yours was no picnic either. Do you think that this kind of... shared trauma, I guess, is part of why you two work so well together?

Neil: Yeah, partly. When we met as kids, I think a bond was cemented. We both knew how horrible adults could be to children. But now that we’re older, I think more than a shared trauma, it’s a mutual respect for that trauma. We both have shit, you know? I told Matt this one time and I didn’t really understand how true it was until recently, but we both have baggage that we share. We take each other’s on to lighten the load for the other. But, there are times when it gets really fucking heavy, and I think recently we’ve figured out that it’s better to lean on each other when that happens, instead of trying to carry it all ourselves.

Why do you think Riko felt the need to call you two out like he did? I know he mentioned Neil possibly being manipulated into the relationship.

Neil: [laughs]

Andrew: I wish I could manipulate him into having better taste in music.

Neil: My taste in music is fine.

Andrew: It is absolutely not. And I don’t know why Riko feels the need to comment. I’d be interested to hear the reason. The things he said regarding Neil were ridiculous, and in his response, Neil has made sure to make that known. But the thing that really bothered me was his comments on mental health. He tried to basically call me unstable for seeking therapy and admitting that there came a point when I needed outside help. There are literally hundreds of thousands of people in this country who seek out therapy every year. There’s no shame in it and I’m unsure as to why Riko believes there is. Honestly, I’m shocked the Moriyamas haven’t released a statement. He’s their mouthpiece, after all.

Do you think they should apologize?

Neil: Yes.

Andrew: I think they should at least clarify. I’ve already heard people are planning to protest their new documentary and I don’t blame them. I wouldn’t want to give my money to people who think I’m less of a person because I struggle sometimes.

Speaking of struggle, let’s move back to the case. I know the NYPD has been giving you grief over your claims that the person you’re looking for is the same person that’s taken Haylie Clark. Robin, especially, seems completely certain. How does it feel to know law enforcement doesn’t have your back on this?

Andrew: Familiar. They’ve never had my back before, so why would they start now?

Neil: I’ve dealt with too many crooked cops to really take it seriously. I have no idea what their motivations are and to be clear, I’m not saying I think they’re crooked - I’m just saying that in my experience, the help doesn’t always come like it’s supposed to.

The rest of the team seems pretty confident in you two. They all said they absolutely believe you’ll be able to find him. Is it hard sometimes, not to lose faith?

Andrew: It’s hard all the time. But it doesn’t matter. We have to keep moving forward. We aren’t going to stop until he and Haylie are found.

I think that’s really commendable and I look forward to seeing that happen. Now, tell me a bit about the team. Neil, since you came in at the end of Season 1, how did you find the dynamic as an outsider?

Neil: I didn’t really understand it in the beginning. Not really. It helped having Matt at my back for months prior, but I’ve never had the opportunity to make solid connections with people. So when I came into the studio, to this group of people who had known each other since college, it was overwhelming.

Andrew: That’s funny, seeing as how they like you better than me.

Neil: It’s all the charm and charisma.

[ laughing ] And now? You all seem really tight knit.

Neil: Now, yeah. We are. These people are my family.

Andrew?

Andrew: Yes?

Neil: She wants you to say something nice about the team.

Andrew: Every single one of them knows my coffee order, and it’s truly amazing that they can do what the interns cannot. [ he looks over at Neil, who’s tilting his head and raising his brows ] Oh, don’t look at me like that. Fine. We have a really strong team. I wouldn’t be able to do what I’m doing without them. Seth works harder than anyone I know, Dan keeps us all in line with just a look, Renee is the only reason I agreed to do this in the first place, Reynolds has a lot of money and she’s not afraid to use it for a cause she believes in, and Robin is the most inspiring person I’ve ever met.

And Matt?

Andrew: Who?

Neil: The guy that kept me alive for months while you were hunting me.

Andrew: [ rolls his eyes and shrugs ] He’s fine.

My take away from the interviews was this: these people will do whatever they need, in order to find their perpetrator. They believe in their cause, they hurt for these girls, and they’ll find justice for them in the end. They’re family, that much is clear, and I can’t wait to see how this ends. I can’t wait to say that I was there when it’s over.

Red Rabbits can be heard on iTunes, Spotify, Stitcher, and GooglePlay. You can follow the website at redrabbitspod.tumblr.com and twitter @redrabbitspod.

And as the Red Rabbits team always says, “Keep Searching”. I know I will.

#red rabbits pod #aftg #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #seth gordon #dan wilds #matt boyd #renee walker #allison reynolds #robin cross #article #media #rolling stone #interview

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little-miss-dumpsterfire · 3 years

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I think I made you up inside my head - chapter three

Chapter three my select few darlings! Yes, it’s already on wattpad (sorry if you’ve read it already) but I like to share!

Are you ready kids?

Chapter Three - I am only what you made me. I am only a reflection of you

Trigger warning - mental health issues and blood/gore.

If you're not comfortable, please skip. 💛

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Sharp tears prickled in his hazel eyes as the ability to form coherent words seemed to escape him. He had known the minor details surrounding Lindsay's untimely death - a reality tv darling dropping dead was headline-worthy - but her family were tight-lipped about the exact circumstances of her demise. His mind raced as he tried to comprehend how Izzy had known all of this; her knowledge rivalled that of a fly on the bathroom wall. As if she could hear his innermost thoughts, Izzy answered his unspoken question.

"I knew the right people to ask," she told him, brushing the hair out from in front of her eyes, "I knew she didn't just die. I wasn't going to let her death be treated in such a blasé fashion."

Axel choked, the words lodged deeply in his throat. "Bu- I mean... how did you get the mirror?"

"I found it one day. It was in a box on my doorstep. Any sane person would leave it be, but if the media established anything, I'm clearly not seen as sane. So I opened it. I don't know who sent it to me. My money's on a producer who revels in the sadistic thrill derived from the torment and suffering we went through. I couldn't throw it away though, because what would be left of her if I did? She was already condemned to the ground. I wasn't going to be the one to throw her memory to the wind."

Izzy looked to her left, her reflection dimly lit in the glass cabinet on the far wall. "In my head... all I think of is when it's all over, is this how I'll be defined? The final victim of Total Drama... that's etched into my brain. I'll become another knick-knack in a hall of curiosities. We're no longer people in here, Axel, we're collectables."

Thoughts bounced around erratically in Axel's head - conflicting notions manifesting like an angel and a devil on his shoulder. In front of him was a woman who was struggling with the turmoil outliving all of her friends. Yet, the magnetic pull of the almighty dollar swayed his actions towards chasing stardom.

He lightly gripped her forearm, giving her his best convincing empathetic smile.

"Tell me the stories. Let the voices out of the purgatory that is your mind. Everything...one, everyone in here will not be relegated to the sidelines, I won't let that happen." Axel assured Izzy, his warm smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.

Ignoring the suspicion that washed over her thoughts - for the time being at least - Izzy continued walking down the aisles of shelves. Axel shadowed her, following a few paces behind, mindlessly fiddling with the items on display. Two tarnished faux-gold lockets sat near each other, the two halves of the 'BFF' heart separate from one another. As he went to push the two sections together, Izzy stopped him abruptly and pushed his hand away.

"No," she started, startling Axel with the sudden sternness. "They can't be together. They don't share a heart anymore."

"So what? They grew out of being obnoxious teenage girls and went their separate ways. Big fucking deal!"

She stared daggers into him, holding the shelving for support. "You've got no idea, kid. Just because the sun's covered, it doesn't mean your shadow's gone."

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As far as appearances were concerned, Katie and Sadie were almost each other's doubles. Matching short pigtails with bright pink hair ties, coordinated short shorts, crop-tops and wedged sandals... the two looked like they fell from opposite sides of a funhouse mirror. To all of us on the cast, and the audience at home, no doubt, the only differentiating factor between the two was their build. Katie was slim and taller than Sadie by about four inches, whereas Sadie was shorter and carried more weight.

The two 'BFFL's sat together on the stairs leading to the dock, ready to film their segment for the opening sequence. Waiting for the crew to finish setting up the camera equipment, Katie busies herself with refastening her hair ties.

"Okay girls," an unseen producer informs them, "we need your best-infatuated expression. So give up wide eyes, big smiles, the whole nine yards."

The girls nod in response, awaiting their cue. Sadie clasped her hands against her chest - a wide smile plastered on her face - and Katie bit her lip coyly.

"And.... cut. Alright, move set to the dock for Beth's fire-baton stunt. Doug, remember the extinguisher this time." The producer called about. "Great job, girls. Especially you, Katie. That lip bite was dynamic."

Sadie looked to her right at her best friend. "Wait, you bit your lip? We agreed on a wide-mouthed smile."

"It's no big deal, I just wanted to try something different," Katie shrugged, readjusting her shoulder strap. "We can't always be the same, you know?"

Personality-wise, once you got to know them separately, it was like night and day. Katie was free-spirited, leading with her heart. Her passion for all things fashion was evident through her and Sadie's matching outfits and her behind-the-scenes chats with the likes of Lindsay and Heather. Sadie, on the other hand, was more logical, leading with her head. She was more likely to be the sheep as opposed to the shepherd. And when Katie was eliminated early? It was like leading a lamb to the slaughter.

Sadie sat on a jagged log at the campfire, head in her hands violently sobbing. Bridgette futilely offered her support, attempting to coax the girl from her hysterical state.

"Hey, Sadie, it'll be okay. You've got all us Killer Bass on your side." Bridgette lightly rubbed circles on the crying girl's back.

"No!" Sadie snapped at Bridgette, tears staining her cheeks. "It's not okay! I need Katie. When she's not near me, I break out in hives. She's my everything! I need her more than oxygen! Without her... I'll just die!"

Concerned expressions flashed on the faces of their fellow teammates as Sadie's wails echoed through the woods of Camp Wawanakwa. She clutched the debris from the dock closer to her chest; small cracks formed as wooden shrapnel shattered from around the edges.

What we thought back then was just a toxic 'uber' friendship between two sixteen-year-old girls was far more deep-rooted than any of us anticipated. Regarding Sadie... the best way to sum that up is to quote my dearly missed best friend Noah: 'Sadie is a whackjob with more baggage than an airport terminal'. But I suppose that is giving her a disservice. Upon Katie's departure, Chris was notified by Sadie's therapist of the extent of her mental state. I found out too because back then, well, let's just say you couldn't leave me in the dark for too long.

Sadie's childhood wasn't easy in the slightest. Her relationship with her birth parents was relatively non-existent. Therefore, she was surrendered into the custody of the state. The conveyor belt life of passing through the foster care system took a toll on the girl, with an absence of permanent parental love leaving holes in her heart. Her talkative nature and inhibitions to talk and hug strangers lead to her first visit to the therapist. She was a clear cut case for the child behavioural scientists: disinhibited social engagement disorder, an attachment disorder. Looking back, this was evident in all her future actions, particularly those with Katie.

The bell rang on the first day of their last year of high school. Sadie - dressed as per usual in fuchsia shorts and a striped crop top - eagerly skipped over to the locker of her best friend. As the locker door slammed and her friend came into view, the excited expression on Sadie's face dropped.

"K-Katie? What's this?" Sadie questioned, holding her sticker-covered folder flush against her chest.

Katie raised an eyebrow quizzically, straightening out her paper timetable to find her first classes location.

"What do you mean, Sadie?"

"I mean that!" the shorter girl exclaimed, gesturing at Katie's outfit. The taller girl had moved away from her typical Total Drama outfit, substituting it with a pair of denim jeans and a pastel pink cardigan.

"Oh, this? I just wanted to branch out a bit. I mean, matching outfits? What are we, twins?"

Katie giggled at her observation, with Sadie clearly missing the joke.

"Anyway, I have to get to English, but I'll see you around, yeah?" Katie chirped before walking off with two other girls.

Sadie stalked over to Katie's locker, using a spare hairpin to open it. Her heart broke upon looking at its contents. Gone were the photos of her and Sadie plastered onto her locker door. Cutouts from fashion magazines and runway shows lay in their wake and stuffed under a pile of books was the BFF necklace Sadie gifted her years prior.

Following their graduation, the pair had drifted apart. Katie received an offer to the most prestigious fashion school in Canada and left their small town for Toronto. Unbeknownst to her, Sadie followed suit and got a job at a sewing goods store. Sadie became Katie's shadow, desperately following her every move. Her morning routine was memorised, her coffee order became part of her mental wallpaper. Sadie's infatuation only grew, as in her mind, distance made the heart grow fonder. If only Katie knew that this distance was all of a few metres.

A harsh squeak dripped from the tired hinges of the ladder as Sadie climbed up the rungs, fastening something onto her wall. For her neighbours, the sound had become a part of their daily lives, as day after day, Sadie adhered more photos on the apartment wall. The collage of the lush green of leaves, the yellow of the bustling taxis and blue of the cloudless sky swirled around on the wall, catching a person's attention as they entered the room. A timber coffee table was neatly placed on the left, adorned with additional photo frames and miscellaneous decorations. The centrepiece to her display shimmered brightly when the morning sun shone through the gap in the curtains. Perched in a small, open velvet lines box was one half of a golden heart-shaped 'BFF' necklace.

Sadie took a step back and tilted her head, taking in the view from as many angles as she could. She had finally achieved the pinnacle of her undying love and infatuation for her former 'BFFL'. Neatly arranged across the length of the wall was a mural, dedicated to her muse, to the reason she woke up every morning. Candid photos of Katie walking down the street, exiting cars and meeting friends for coffee dates were carefully taken by the shadow she didn't know that she had.

A year and a half passed. There was a stark dichotomy between Katie and Sadie's lives. The final year of her fashion degree was approaching quickly, and Katie was not entering it alone. I don't know how many of us predicted it - probably Noah with his impeccable 'gaydar' - but Katie had fallen in love with an architecture student called Daisy. From what was depicted on their respective social media accounts, it was clear to us that they were enamoured with one another. The presence of another woman in Katie's life infuriated Sadie, as she believed that that position was reserved for her and her alone.

Then came the drop in the ocean that caused the whole tsunami. If it wasn't for Katie's selfless nature... well, I imagine things would've turned out a lot differently.

Katie sat cross-legged on the couch, a decorative throw rug draped across her lap. Their rescue cat, Archibald - a male calico - rested behind her head, purring with content as she opened her laptop. Her fingers barely touched the trackpad as she scrolled through her Facebook feed, bypassing ads for strange items and memes about the current political climate.

"Ekaterina," an auburn-haired girl walked through the doorway, a basket of washing in her hands. "I'm making something for lunch after I finish this washing. I'll probably use what's left in the fridge and make a frittata. D'you want some?"

"Ooh, yes please, Dais," Katie smiled at her partner, who poked her tongue out at the use of her nickname.

Katie clicked on her latest post to see who had reacted and liked. A smile crept across Katie's face as she clicked onto the picture: a photoshoot in a field on flowers where a bright ring sparkled on Katie's ring finger. She looked down at her left hand, still in a state of shock at Daisy's proposal. One name stuck out as Katie scrolled through the comments. She hadn't thought of them for years now and wondered what they were getting up to.

She clicked on their profile to compose a new message. Daisy walked up behind her and scratched Archibald's head before planting a kiss behind Katie's ear.

"Oooh, who are you talking to? Not your girlfriend, I hope," Daisy taunted, giggling breathlessly.

Katie threw her head back against the couch cushion and looked up at her fiancée.

"Yeah, I'm shopping elsewhere. I need someone who appreciates my nicknames!" Katie threw back, puffing her cheeks out comically. "No, you goose. It's this girl I used to go to school with. It's been forever and a day, and I thought I'd see how she's going."

"Sadie Calhoun... isn't she that one you went on that show with?"

"Yeah... I felt like such a poser back then. I don't think I've ever squealed since," Katie responded.

"Hey, people change. I had such a crush on you when I saw you on TV, and look now!" Daisy told her before walking away towards the kitchen. "I snagged the girl of my dreams!"

Katie laughed as she typed an introductory line, sending it through before closing her laptop.

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A sudden buzz from her phone against the wooden table shook Sadie out of her delirium. She had been sat before her photo wall, carefully cutting out photos of her face for what could have been hours. Paper scraps lined the wooden flooring like irregular speckles of snow as Sadie rose to her feet. Picking up her phone, her eyes shone brightly with its blue light as a squeal escaped from between her lips.

On her screen - behind the myriad of cracks and scratches - sat a notification that held Sadie's heart in a tight grip: Message request from Ekaterina Byers.

If this were a sitcom, I'm sure Sadie would've pinched herself at that moment to assure that she wasn't dreaming. But with one olive branch in the form of an instant message, Katie had signed her own death warrant.

Sadie opened the notification with bated breath, her cheeks aching from the smile that was cemented in place. Her heart fluttered with anxious butterflies as she read the message.

Ekaterina Byers:

"Hi, Sadie. I wonder if you remember me, probably not! High school seems like forever ago! Haha! 😝 I just thought I'd reach out and see if you wanted to get a coffee sometime and just catch up on life!"

The words swirled and danced before Sadie, who lovingly took in every single one with deep adoration and love. Everything she had wanted to tell her, the praise she had wanted to shower Katie in bounced around in her head. She placed her phone down, forcing herself to calm down before she wrote a response.

Sadie Calhoun:

"Oh, hi! OMG! Of course, I remember you! I'd love to catch up! You're the busy fashion designer, so you pick a time when you can squeeze an old friend in! 😎 💕" Watching the three dots in the bottom left corner caused Sadie's breath to hitch in her throat. She was typing... Katie was typing. They'd finally be reunited, not just from behind a camera lens. She felt as if she was in the painting 'The Creation of Adam', just a fingers touch away from her god, her whole world.

Ekaterina Byers:

"Haha, as if! I'm not there yet 😂 Would next Friday suit? Say about 9am at the Good Coffee Co. I need to hand in my portfolio at 8:30 so that'd work well."

Impulsively, acting out of desperation alone, Sadie immediately responded.

Sadie Calhoun:

"Yes! I'll be there! See you soon, Katie! 💕"

Sadie locked her phone before focusing her attention back to her craft. She picked up her scissors, skilfully manoeuvring around the edges of the photos. She stuck the product onto the wall and gazed upon it proudly. Hundreds of small cut out photos of her head were plastered on the wall, covering up any person Katie was with, replacing them with herself.

They did meet up, that much we do know. Testimonials from five different individuals confirmed that they saw the two girls at that café on Friday the 25th. What they talked about is up for speculation, because that stayed between the two of them. Why were testimonials needed if two young adults were just catching up over a cup of coffee? Because that was the last time Sadie Calhoun and Ekaterina 'Katie' Byers were seen alive.

Katie's eyelids drooped as she sat in the passenger seat of Sadie's car. Sadie - the 'good samaritan' that she was - had offered to drive Katie home after she suddenly felt light-headed following her coffee. Sadie parked in the driveway and opened Katie's door for her, helping her up as she tiredly hobbled towards the front door. Katie wearily collapsed onto the couch, her eyes barely registering the environment around her. She could hear faint crashing and shattering sounds as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She looked down upon the couch she was dozing on and sat up with a start.

"This isn't my house," she whispered to herself, scanning the room for any familiar objects. She froze in place when she spotted something utterly recognisable to her: her face. Hundreds of different angles of her face created a mosaic, a shrine to a friendship that was never meant to last.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Sadie smiled sweetly as she entered the room. "It couldn't be anything but. Not when the subject is as exquisite as you."

Confusion washed over Katie's face as Sadie approached her, a clothed parcel delicately held in her hands. Sadie reached up to caress her old friend's cheek; Katie snaked away from the touch, petrified of the girl in front of her.

"Hmm. That's the problem, isn't it?" Sadie soliloquised, her grey eyes meeting Katie's scared onyx eyes. "You stopped being Katie. You stopped being my best friend. I know Katie is living in those photos, not 'Ekaterina'. Katie wouldn't have left me. No, not at all. Forever isn't a term to just throw around."

Black tears dripped down Katie's face as she silently sobbed. "W-we were kids. What we were wa-wasn't healthy. We're two separate people, Sadie! I couldn't live being so connected to a shadow. I wanted t-to shine on my own."

"But I don't wanna be separate people! I want to be with you... to be you. To never be apart from you!" Sadie passionately yelled as Katie started to slump down in front of her. The world around her became dark as her lids closed tightly. As her consciousness drifted, a phrase echoed through her head.

"Don't worry now. We'll never be apart again."

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Excruciating pain emanating from her side woke her with a jolt. A dull haze covered her field of vision, but as she pulled her hand away from her waist, she could see it as clear as day. A warm layer of blood coated her hand like a glove. Her eyes slowly settled to the room she was in. Metres ahead of her was the collage of photos, but the furniture has been removed, leaving a wide-open space.

Her fingers felt around to find the source of the pain, coming across thick strands of string attached to her waist. A scream silently bubbled up inside her, threatening to explode.

Rough, uneven strands of double-wound fishing wire had been haphazardly sewn into both her and Sadie's sides, connecting them to each other.

A groggy smile spread across Sadie's plump cheeks as she revelled in her actions. "I told you we'll never be apart again."

An extreme shock was the only emotion Katie was able to come to terms with. Her body was statuesque; set in place by a fear-driven paralysis. A dryness inhabited her mouth, inhibiting her ability to swallow the truth in front of her. The room swayed and distorted around her - a prison cell painted with her face - as she forced her eyelids shut. This couldn't be reality. It was the sick dream of a girl trapped in the suffocating world of a teenage girl.

The pain Sadie felt in her abdomen only further fuelled her pleasure, letting every wave of pain wash over her in euphoric ecstasy. Her heart felt complete again as if she had regained a long-lost limb.

"I knew we'd become one again," Sadie hummed, intoxicated by being in Katie's presence. "Daisy was just a placeholder... keeping the bed warm for me. With every thread... every stitch... our closeness is now defined. We'll never be apart again. Best friends for life."

"...for...life," Katie mumbled, fresh blood weeping from her wounds.

Night and day passed slowly, the shadows cast from the pair forming contorted, misshapen dark splotches on the walls. A sickening warmth surrounded Katie, whose heartbeat pounded heavily in her ears. Her waist was bruising a deep purple, with the surrounding blood vessels snaking across her abdomen. Sadie was shaken awake by Katie's convulsions as her body became slick with a layer of sweat.

"Katie? I'm here, it's okay."

"I don't feel good... I want Daisy," Katie slurred, lazily searching the room for her partner.

The 'tethering' procedure was as wildly unsuccessful as one could imagine. Sadie's homemade suture kit - a sharpened metal knitting needle and fishing line - only managed to pierce through Katie's large intestine. Bile and stool seeped into her abdomen, eventually finding their way into her bloodstream. The coroner estimated she died two days later of septic shock.

A thin beam of light eclipsed the drawn curtains and rested on Sadie's face as dawn broke. Her hand moved softly to caress Katie's hand; a stiff claw lay in her wake. An overwhelming panic flooded Sadie's system as she attempted to wake the other girl from her 'deep' slumber. Half-lidded blood-red eyes stared back at Sadie, a trickle of dried blood pooled at her temple. Sadie's heart shattered like a golden locket as she cradled the limp body in her arms, pulling the skin taut around her suture wounds. The shadow had won. It had succeeded in snuffing out what was left of the light.

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"What happened to Sadie in the end?" Axel asked, taking a minute amount of sadistic glee from the story.

Izzy turned to face the young man. A single tear crept down her cheek as she fiddled with her rings. "She refused to live without Katie. She starved to death, all the while she left Katie's decomposing corpse attached to her hip like a growth."

Izzy wiped the tear from her eye, suppressing sniffles as Axel glanced around the room.

"Hmm...Alright. Who's next then?"

#td #horrorfic #katieandsadie #wowee

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jessefandomunited · 3 years

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This day was going to be perfect Part 6-final

~When the reader , who’s had a long time crush on Spencer, finds out Cat Adams is getting out of Prison on parole and wanting to talk to Spencer, she can’t help but be a bit suspicious.~

This fic was inspired by the song “ This day is going to be perfect” - MLP. enjoy

tag list: @raggabashie

The Police interrogated me from the time I entered the car all the way to the station, and in the station. I felt awful and just wanted shower and some clean clothes. Luckily it looks like I was getting that, unluckily I was staying here till a certain Aaron Hotchner came to vouch for me, which I assumed wouldn’t be till morning. The room was small and cold but it felt refreshing. I turned the nob on the shower and stood there waiting for it to heat up. I glanced in the mirror and almost jumped back, I looked worse than awful, in fact I was surprised they didn’t take me right to the hospital. My face was all black and blue and my nose looked like it was broken, not to mention I was covered in a thin layer of dirt and grime. I shuttered and took a step into the warm stream of water and felt instant relief. I stayed there for over an hour at least just enjoying the warm water and intensely washing my hair and body again and again as if this would scrub away any of the memories. I hear a light knock on the door and I woman said, “ I got some clothes for you I hope they fit well. I wrapped a towel around me and opened the door to take the clothes she got for me. “ Thankyou, “ I said gratefully. She gave me a dress that looked about my size, it was simple almost like a skaterdress in a dark blue color. I slipped it over my head and I felt like some sort of normalcy was returning. I suddenly felt a wave of sickness crash over me, maybe I did need to see a doctor. I shook off the thought and opened the door. They led me into a room separate from the other holding cells and even though I didn’t want to sleep I passed out once my head hit the pillow.

I awoke to Someone talking outside my room, and was overjoyed to see Hotch. “HOTCH,” I yelled in happiness, he looked over and I saw a look of relief pass over his stern face. “ We’re getting you to the hospital now,” Hotch insisted. “ No no no what about Spencer, did Penelope call you,” I asked. He Shook his head, “ No I got a call about you at midnight and I drove up here almost immediately .” I growled in frustration, “ Spencer is in trouble , Penelope must have the video by now I recorded a conversation between Cat and I believe Scratch, she’s been drugging Spencer this whole time !” He looked worried but said, “ I think you need to sit for a minuet you look pail.” I shook my head, “ NO we need to help Spencer if you don’t i’ll do it myself! The wedding is soon we have to go!” “I’ll call Penelope sit down and relax please,” Hotch said sternly. I sighed and sat down, tapping my foot. I was in a lot of pain and my head was still swimming but I was determined.

“ Okay Penelope is trying to get a hold of Spencer he is not answering , everyone was heading up for the wedding so we are all going to put a stop to this but you,” Hotch started but I cut him off, “ i’m not going anywhere unless it’s to that wedding.” He sighed ,” Alright lets go.”

I felt nervous, the service might be in full swing when we get there, what if they’re already married. We were pulling up and I did a sharp intake of breath, “ those were the guys who kidnapped me.”They seemed to be posted up against the wall as if they were bouncers at a club. He looked over at me and said, “ Stop the wedding i’ll keep them busy.” I nodded suddenly feeling overwhelmed as he yelled at them to get on the ground. I got out of the car and booked it towards the entrance . I felt like I had entered into another dimension. Soft piano music filled my ears and everything was decorated so immaculately it almost made me cry. This was all fake. I had to psych myself up and took a few very deep breaths before I pushed the sanctuary doors open and walking in. Everyone looked over in shock though my eyes were only focused on one person, Spencer. “ You can’t marry her Spence,” I said as confidently as I could, “ She doesn't love you, this is all a game to her, she’s drugged you and is messing with your mind, she had me kidnapped because I was getting too close. I took a step and pain shot up my leg and I winced. I held onto the pews and walked down the isle towards him. He looked confused but also very concerned He walked over to me as if in a trance and asked , “ What happened to you?” “ I told you I was kidnapped, and when I realized how close I was to this church , I knew I had to do everything I could to stop this,” I stuttered making direct eye contact, “ Spencer I could say it was simply because I didn’t want you to go through the struggle of getting an annulment but, actually I’m doing it for a very selfish reason.” Spencer blinked a few time , he was coming out of the haze, “ what would that be?” “ Spencer I...I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you,” I blurted . His eyes widened and he suddenly looked around at all the people in shocked at what was transpiring, “ Wait… where are we right now?” “ You’re back ,” I sighed in relief. “ YOU,” I heard a yell from down the isle, It was Cat, all done up in her bridal gown, “ Get away from him why must you ruin everything, i’m calling the police right now,” She sneered. “ You’re in luck they’re already here because believe it or not having someone kidnapped is against the law,” I smirked folding my arms. “ I didn’t do anything, and if I did what proof do you have?” “ Quite a lot actually ,” A voice came from the hall, it was Penelope, Derek , Emily , and Rossie along with about four or five policemen. “ Thanks to my BFFL’s phone she had a video of you talking to Scratch. Also we found a lot of the substances you've been using to drug Spencer in your hous and i’m sure after some interrogating from those two guards outside we will have enough evidence to put you back behind bars.” Derek pulled out his handcuffs and grabbed Cat . “ I’M NOT DONE WITH ANY OF YOU I SWEAR,” She yelled as she was drug out. I suddenly felt Spencer firmly grab my shoulder, “ Hey you’re not looking too good lets get you to the hospital,” Spencer said gently. Noticed that I had been slowly sliding down the pew and nodded , “ please.”

I heard a light beep and slowly opened my eyes, I felt a little better though I was still dizzy, I was getting use to that though. I looked around and noticed that Spencer had pulled up a chair to the side of the bed and was resting on what looked like my favorite book. My heart soured, and I wondered if he was drug free now. I hesitated then gently ran my fingers through his messy hair. He stirred a bit then sat up quickly when he saw I was awake, “ how are you feeling, are you okay , are you in any pain.” I shook my head, “ Spence i’m fine...how are you , you were the one getting drugged for a couple months.” He shuttered then said, “ it’s out, or should be, they believe she had been withholding some for a couple days, not sure why, but I think she wanted me to actually willingly go through the wedding.” I nodded gently then looked down at my hands a bit embarrassed, “ do ...do you remember anything I said yesterday?” Spencer looked me in the eyes and smiled gently ,if not a bit awkwardly, “ I think it was something along the lines of I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you.” I blushed more and nodded, “ I wish I would have said something sooner, but it just never felt like the right time, something was always stopping me.” “ Well, honestly, I’ve loved you too, but pretty much any girl I seem to hang out with only sees me as a friend and you’re beautiful, I didn’t think I had a chance,” He said his voice wavering a bit. I looked up at him in shock, “ Now you know how I feel about lying MR.” He smiled and shook his head, “ I’m serious.” He gently grabbed one of my hands and looked into my eyes, “ you’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me.” I bushed and looked down as he cupped my face running his thumb gently against my cheek. I timidly met his gaze and almost instinctively moved closer to him. He hesitated only a moment before gently kissing me, it was so sweet , almost like he was testing the waters. I felt electricity shoot through me I hadn’t realized how long I had been waiting for this. I felt myself kiss him deeper I wanted more however a sudden rapid beeping of my heart monitor made us both quickly pull away from eachother. The nurse ran in and asked, “ is everything alright?” I nodded and almost squeaked, “ yes, fine, perfectly fine.” She nodded and looked at both of us before smirking, “ she needs rest.” “ Yes of course,” Spencer agreed. She left and we both let out a sigh of relief. “ I really do love you,” Spencer mumbled and gently kissed my forhead before sitting back in his chair. “ And I love you,” I whispered gently grabbing his hand, “ can you read to me please.” “ Anything for you,” He said opening up the book and as we sat there even with everything I had just went through I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world.

#spencer reid #Criminal Minds #spencer reid x reader #this day was going to be perfect

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rileyyxkim · 4 years

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Intro &&/ Riley Kim ♕

( Brian Kang, cismale ) hey ! have you seen RILEY KIM around ? HE works as an ESTHETICIAN at big bear resort, but they must be off their shift by now. well, if you do see them can you let me know ? they’re 25 years old & they’ve been working here for TWO YEARS. they tend to be +PLAYFUL & +CARING, but can also be -DRAMATIC & -FORGETFUL. the other employees have labeled them THE DRAMA KING. thanks a lot ! ( fingers in soft hair, post-it notes on a mirror, aromatic candles in a minimalist room & paragraph long text messages ) [Backy, 25, MST, She/Her]

Hey friends! My name is Backy and this is my brand new muse Riley ★ Let’s get started, shall we?

♕ The Basics ♕

★ Full Name: Seyeon “Riley” Kim ★ Age: 25 ★ Birthday: December 19 ★ Languages: English, Korean, minimal Japanese & French ★ Education: Certified esthetician & nail technician ★ Occupation: part-time esthetician @ Arabelle Spa, full-time drama king ★ Hobbies: Guitar, snowboarding, singing, shenanigans, chaos

♕ The In-Depth ♕

★ MBTI: ENFP ★ Blood type: B+ ★ Zodiac: Sagittarius ★ Sexuality: Bisexual ★ Drinking, smoking, drugs: Yes, yes, yes (all socially) ★ Talent claim / Faceclaim: Brian Kang ★ Likes: Fashion, working, his face, stargazing, candles, small animals, coffee (black), being dramatic, cuddling, napping, spicy food, alt. & rock music. ★ Dislikes: Nit-picky clients, being cold, an empty bed, overly sugary food, children, itchy sweaters, crocs, being ignored, & country music.

♕ The Personality ♕

★ Playful: Riley is spontaneous and like most, he enjoys having a good time around the people he likes. Hardly says no to anything and is always joyful and happy - unless he starts being dramatic of course (usually in good fun). Sasses with a smile and jokes around - sometimes at the expense of others, never at the expense of himself. Will turn around insults in a heartbeat and rarely actually takes things personaly (despite what he says). He’s too full of himself to do it and likes to praise himself with a joking tone (probably started as a joke but he actually believes it now). ★ Caring: Despite being full of himself and having a generally pompous attitude, Riley does actually care about his friends and is always reliable to be a strong shoulder to cry on when things get serious. He has infinite comfort items (the life of a spa worker) and always knows how to make someone feel better. He gives good hugs and always has snacks on hand for such occasions, even if he dramatically hands them over like you’ve taken his kidney. Riley secretly loves doting on other people, even if he’s the one demanding attention most of the time. He likes to think he’s good at giving advice and is definitely good at keeping secrets (mostly because he keeps forgetting what people have told him).

★ Dramatic: Dramatic might as well be his middle name. It’s his thing. We’re not talking your run of the mill gossipy drama, he doesn’t care much about that. What he does care about is how dropping his coffee is the end of the world or how he’ll die if he doesn’t get his hands on a burger right this damn minute. Also, get your ass over here and cuddle him or he swears he’ll explode. Everything is a show and the show must go on. Was probably a theatre kid in his past life. Although not his original intentions, he can’t deny the fact that it also gets him a fair amount of attention (good or bad, he doesn’t really care) and has been known to use it to his advantage. ★ Forgetful: Not only forgetful, but also leaves his things everywhere. Someone should ducktape his valuables to him. The only thing he manages to consistently keep on him is his phone. How else can he take selfies or send paragraph-long text messages about how cruel the world is? Once found his keys in the fridge and a packet of ketchup in his pocket and frequently “loses” his wallet when drinking at the bar. Has post-its on hand always to write things down. He’s not your typical idiot, he has common sense, just lacks the brain cells associated with memory. Reliable in the here and now but will probably forget if you ask for a favor and can’t be expected to remember small details. He frequently mixes up names and forgets the order of events. Did it happen yesterday or two years ago? It doesn’t matter he already forgot.

♕ The History ♕

★ o1. Riley grew up in your average Korean household with a smattering of siblings, only moving to the states in his late teens. He’s been attending, and now working at, the resort for many years and it has since become his home. He used to avidly snowboard at the resort when his family spent time there and he enjoyed most of the activities the place had to offer. Although young, excited, and learning the ways of being dramatic, he found himself spending more and more time at the spa questioning the ladies on skincare and other beauty-related tips. Even now, he’s never felt like it was really that feminine of a thing. Gender norms be damned, when you look like your best self you also feel it too.

★ o2. Although his parents were the ever-loving and doting type, they were strictly traditional and life was wholly unexciting. Cue the dramatics. Riley wasn’t just interested in the spa, but also every aspect that came along with beauty and self-care. He wanted to learn it all. Of course, his parents weren’t exactly supportive of his decision but he made absolutely sure to put in the right amount of pouting and speeches to make them come around and get his ticket to an esthetician school. Besides, he had an older sibling taking over the family company and his parents had the funds to toss at his hobbies, even if it was just to shut him up. His only regret is taking so long to learn that being dramatic has a certain pull on people. ★ o3. It wasn’t that Riley ended up on bad terms with his parents or anything. He just doesn’t find the excitement in living simply or following societal rules. As soon as he finished school he got the work experience and eventually became a renowned esthetician and beautician. Despite being a drama king, he was exceptionally talented at getting people to relax and giving beauty advice to clients so he took that opportunity and ran with it. As soon as the job opening at the resort opened, Riley wasted no time in applying and laying on the charm to get it. He still visits his family on occasion and they can be seen around the resort from time to time.

★ o4. These days, Riley can mostly be found working at the spa but has also recently taken up guitar and singing to occupy himself when he’s bored. Though not into snowboarding as much as he used to be, he still takes the odd spin on the slopes in his free time (he kind of hates the cold though, go figure). He manages to turn off the dramatics long enough to do his job and actually quite enjoys it since he can dote on his clients and make people feel like their best selves on the outside, but on the inside too. Besides, even though he’s giving his attention to the clients, they may or may not give him a little attention in return.

♕ The Wanted Connections ♕

★ Ducktape. - Someone who stops him from forgetting things. Has to remind him about basic things like putting on shoes before leaving the house or straight up taping everything to him so he doesn’t leave it somewhere. His metaphorical and literal ducktape. Taken By Ian (Kit) ★ Vibe Check. - Someone who not only handles his dramatic ass but also knows how to take him down a notch when he needs it. Reminds him to chill tf out because tbh he’s extra always. Taken by Aylie (Hailz) ★ BFFL. - Someone who’s equally as chaotic or even more so than he is. Drama level over 9000. Like adding rocket fuel to fire. Taken by Leo (Miki) ★ The Confidant. - Someone he can spill his secrets to. He’s generally an open book but doesn’t always openly say how he’s feeling either, just about his experiences. Someone he actually talks about emotions to even if it’s not mutual or a friendly type of relationship. Taken by Cleo (Jocey) ★ Platonic Cuddles. - He might be kind of a hoe but he also just really likes cuddles and hugs. He has infinite comfort items so come abuse them. No one is safe tbh ★ Friends. - Open to multiple of all types (unlikely, one-sided, childhood, mom, etc.). Taken by Callie (Simran), Ivan (Jude), Ian (Kit), Aylie (Hailz), Charlotte (Diana), Rumor (Hannah), Marco (Dana), Roman (Iris) ★ Flings, Hookups, FWBs. - Open to multiple. Taken by Leo (Miki) ★ Romance. - A hoe, but now a hoe with feelings. Potentially open to multiple and different types (one-sided, crush, hookups with feels, etc.). Taken by Leo (Miki // Endgame), Charlotte? (Diana // Tinder match), Wren (Reed // Flirty enemies) ★ Enemies. - Riley is dramatic but not to the point he’s actually mad about something. It would take a lot to make him your actual enemy but I’m open to suggestions or different types! Taken by Jo (Jude), Wren (Reed // Flirty enemies) ★ Family. - Open to multiple with appropriate fcs (siblings, cousins, etc.).

And that’s it!! If you got this far kudos. Looking forward to plotting with everyone. Drop me a DM on discord or like up this post and I’ll get back to you. Cheers!

#bigbearintro #c: riley #intro #this is honestly a mess

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ohhicas · 5 years

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Maybe a sad headcanon (which might be kind canon?). It's about the moment, where Lexaeus slams Riku against the ceiling and shouts "Don't mock me!". I didn't exspected him saying this tbh, because he seems like a calm and collected person. So I have been thinking about this and got to the conclusion, that he (and Aeleus) were only reduced by their muscles. People might have mocked him, bc they thought he was just a brickwall. (He didn't talk much, so they didn't know his intelligence)

I went and did dumb research (read: used this as a moment to go watch clips a bunch and be lazy) cause you got me curious, and while there’s already a lot of little small things different between japanese&english this is actually one of them? Like I’m fairly sure the translation of what he yells is “Cease this”/stop this, which sounds more accurate to his character than “BITCH YOU THOUGHT” and axe sword slapping him to the ceiling.

which may be why–

his canon reaction seems to be “welp, gonna stand here and be quiet, threateningly looming behind Ienzo in case anything happens”. Swapping between the two versions it really seems like Lex(& later Ael) hold no grudges towards getting beaten? He blames himself for losing, taking a fight he can’t win, which is right up his alley especially when you count in the samurai theme to him, with personality, honor, etc. Like Lex dies basically going “oh shit you’re good, no wonder Ansem SoD wanted you. Damn sorry Zexion I shouldda known better.” And if Ienzo is able to separate out the Repliku from Riku, his very :)!!! reaction to everything would make sense. But that boy is a bundle of contradictions for how I feel would be a natural reaction to things especially when he grew up in darkness but WHAT DO I KNOW?

Aeleus was considered one of Ansem the Wise’s best students so I’d figure everyone under Ansem’s wing knew this, I feel like they’d consider him more than his muscles? At least the original RG set, the other numbers deeper in may have picked on him, especially those who seem to be part of the KHUX timeline. BUT AT THE SAME GODDAMN TIME Lexaeus doesn’t trust like, anyone right? Canonly? I’m pretty sure it’s stated he trusts everyone in the Org basically as far as they can throw him, which tends to be at arm’s length or less– besides Ienzo. And I dunno how he thinks really because he’s a fictional character in a videogame series with some questionable writing at best, but as a quiet person who is overly suspicious of everyone around me? I wouldn’t let anyone calling me dumb, or only good for my [one thing] get to me. It’s a ?? to me, whether or not that would’ve been the reason for the English line.

I FEEL LIKE, if I ignore the Japanese side, only using the English lines to draw headcanon from the line; it’s less of a ‘too much pent up he’s finally pissed’, and that final bit of “give me the respect, brat” coming from his fair/noble side. He’s Samurai themed, and beaten, and instead of getting the chance to bow out and accept a death since he was rightfully beaten, Riku (who is a kid so like, you can’t blame him) gung-ho charges in and Lex axe-slaps him back like bitch, you won but he’s not dead yet.

Im also talking out my ass here I just really want to talk about Aeleus but I’m super underqualified.

Sidebar super unrelated to both of the asks I brought up but still related because it’s a good Mountain: Do you ever get the feeling he’s one of the rare Org members who has, while not full, a pretty good grasp on his Somebody humanity? There was no reason for him to cling so hard to Zexion making him his “one” person he trusted in an organization where there was no reason to trust anyone; even beating out BFFL Isa&Lea’s crumbling friendship, and possibly beating out Lauriam&Elrena’s “Yeah I’ll follow you into the dark, why the shit not lets party”. When Dilan changed, Xaldin didn’t seem to care about any of his old team, even Ael/Lex who you could easily headcanon as a close friend just by their dual guard status. Vexen didn’t seem to care about someone who Even considered his son (or charge? ward?? I don’t know the official term for his feelings towards Ienzo, just that he Cared), but he still flocked to/ended up on the same mini-team with him. But fuckin Lexaeus is over there like, ah yes, the one we’re calling the schemer, the possibly next-second to our Master before Saix slams up the ranks in a showy, head-carving call of dibs. That conniving boy that nobody should ever trust just from what his power is. This is the one goddamn person in the entire Organization I trust. The only reason I can imagine why is that underlying Aeleus heart in him like clawing and scraping up his chest cavity refusing to let him fail Ienzo again (since, well, they were clearly gathered around his fallen body. There was an effort to protect the scientists and he Failed). And then his final lines in both english and japanese being an apology for failing again/not being there for him. Lexaeus how do you have that much of a Heart in you. The only other ones really shown to do that are the ones important to plot (Axel’s buildup/sacrifice, Roxas as a whole, and I know I’m missing other people’s character arcs but this is fuckin Lexaeus, the most unloved member of the Org set or at least he was when I first got into the series. WHY DID HE GET THIS QUIETLY SLIPPED IN HINT OF HUMANITY, OF ALL OF THEM?)

anyway right, yall are here for art

#doodles #doodles: kingdom hearts #doodles: video games #long post #im sorry oops #Anonymous #ive already forgotten what i've written i kind of train of thought'd it all #right after getting out of work #kh chara talk

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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Have you ever been concussed? No. Lol that reminds me of Johnny Knoxville in Jackass the Movie after he fights (well, attempts to and loses badly) this wrestler, Butterbean, and he’s on his way to the ER and he’s like, “I’m feeling a little concussed.” And then later he’s like, “Is Butterbean okay?” which is funny cause like I said, Knoxville got knocked the hell out, Butterbean was perfectly fine. Would you say The Nightmare Before Christmas is more appropriate for Halloween, Christmas or just whenever? xD It’s great for both Halloween and Christmas, but he is the Pumpkin King, after all. Have you ever seen something that wasn’t actually there? What? Yeah, like I’ve seen movement out of the corner of my eye and thought someone passed by, but no one did. When do you find your brain is most active / thoughtful? It never shuts up. Do you assume you won’t get on with someone because of the things they like? I could get along with someone who I might not have much or anything in common with. We just might not be friends, but we could still get along. And maybe we could be friends, we don’t have to like the same things. Maybe they can show me new stuff that I might end up liking and get into and vice versa. Who knows. It is nice to have some things in common, though. I like talking about shared interests and “fan girling” over things lol.

What time did you switch your light off last night? It was like 3, I think. Did you fall asleep soon after or does it take you hours? I fell asleep some time within the hour. Have you ever started a trend? What was it? No. Are you completely disconnected to what’s popular nowadays? With some things, but I hear about a lot on social media and I have a younger brother who fills me in on some stuff. Some of things I’m just like...wtf. Kids nowadays are weird. Obviously back in my younger days things were cooler. haha. What is one trait you look for in potential friends? If we vibe, we vibe. Plus like I said, I do like to have some things in common cause then we connect and bond over those things. How shy would you say you are? Very. Have you ever wondered what strangers’ lives are like? Yeah. Who taught you to tie your shoe laces? My mom. I remember when I got the hang of it I went around the house tying all the shoes. Are there any types of people you’re intrigued by? Who? Yeah, lots of people. Have you ever argued with a teacher? What about? No. Do you get annoyed when you don’t understand things? Sometimes. Especially when it came to school stuff, like math for instance. Math was a bitch and always gave me a hard time and I’d get SO frustrated. Many times I cried out of frustration and fear of not passing. Is the internet you’re using right now wireless? Yeah. Do you feel awkward when people you don’t know talk like you’re bffls? xP I’ve had people I didn’t know or just met start opening up about their life right away and telling me things and I’m just like uhh why are you telling me this? lol. People have told me they felt comfortable talking and opening up to me, so I guess that’s why. It would just be awkward because I didn’t know them, so it was a lot to unload for just meeting and I didn’t know what to say. But hey, if they needed to just vent then I’m glad I was able to listen. Do you flinch easily? I’m jumpy. Have you ever had an alter ego? What were they like? No. Why do / don’t you like roller coasters? I’m a scardy cat and also they’re too jerky for me, which isn’t good for my back. Have you ever wanted an identical twin? I did when I was a kid. Do you use a ‘baby voice’ when you speak to kids or animals? Yeah. What does your laugh sound like? I have no idea how to describe that. Have you ever been called a Drama Queen? Did you take it as a compliment? XD I have. I was confused cause I definitely don’t consider myself to be. Do you already have your life planned out? Not even a little. I have no idea what I want to do or where to go from here. Do you eat breakfast in the morning? What do you have? Usually. I like scrambled eggs with cheese and spinach. When was the last time you had butterflies in your stomach? Why? Recently, but not the good kind. I haven’t felt the good kind in a long time. Do you have any special skills? What like? No. Tell me a slang word from where you live: (If there is one o.O) “Hella” used to totally be a California thing, but now it’s more common. I think “hyphy” or “going dumb” might be some. I don’t know. Oh, and I’m told it’s a Californian thing to say, “Yeah, no” and “No, yeah.” Like, “Yeah, no we’re definitely not going.” and “No, yeah it’s fine.” OH and real kicker, “Yeah, no, for sure.” lol. I think also words like, “stoked” and “gnarly” may have originated here and the whole valley girl thing, too. That stuff is more common now, though. Is there anyone who bugs you, but you don’t know why? Not currently, but I have felt that way about some people before. When in public, do you talk to random people for fun? Uh, no. That’s definitely not me. Have you ever been on medication? What for? Yes, depression, anxiety, and pain management. And antibiotics, but I’m talking about stuff I took/take long-term. Although, there was a time I was on antibiotics for a few months. Do you customize everything you own? No. What pattern / colour is on your favourite shoes? White with 3 black stripes on both sides. Have you ever worn something so much it got hole-y? Yes. What noise makes you feel sick? (Fingers on a chalk board, etc) Not sick, but eating sounds (slurping, smacking, sucking, chomping) sounds drive me inSANE. Would you be embarrassed to let your parents read your text messages? No. They’re all from them and my brother anyway, with just a few from my Nana. lol. Do you prefer platonic or romantic relationships? Uh friends are nice and a romantic relationship is nice, too. I don’t have any of those currently, though. Would you rather direct or star in a movie? Neither. Are you a member of any clubs? Which ones? Proud member of the Losers Club. ha. Describe your dream hairstyle: I just need to get it dyed and styled again. I like how it looks after I get it done. Do you own anything glow in the dark? No. What was your favourite TV show when you were a kid? I watched Nick Jr, Disney Channel, PBS, Kids WB, Fox Kids, Saturday morning cartoons on ABC like Recess and Pepperann, and Cartoon Network. What’s your favourite TV show now? I have a few. What’s your favourite flavour ice-pop? If you’re talking about what I call Otter Pops, then I like the blue, green, red, and pink ones. Do you prefer odd or even numbers? Do you have a reason why? My favorite number happens to be even, but I don’t have a thing for even numbers. Or odd numbers. Have you ever kept a scrapbook? Yes. How many times have you moved house? Are you happy where you are now? I think 4 or 5, but only once that I’m old enough to remember. And no, I’m not. We want to move and have wanted to for a long time, but we haven’t been able to. Have you ever made an animation? What of? I’ve made gifs. How do you cope with stress? Not well. Do you prefer butter or margarine? Butter.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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fyh2ojustaddwater · 5 years

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Full Moon Madness (06/19/19)

Another month, another Full Moon Madness! Hope everyone had a great “Strawberry Moon” earlier this week! (yes, I look these up each month)

And with us not posting one for the past couple months, this post is jam packed with each!!

Note: for some of our H2O/Mako Mermaids faves, I have quite a lot of updates for each, so I think for those I’m just going to list their name and then the updates pertaining to them underneath? (I’m still trying to figure out a format for these)

Chai Hansen in the his last Shadowhunters episodes

Chai may not of been in the actual last episodes of the supernatural drama, Shadowhunters (which aired May 6th), but he gave one hell of a performance in the remaining episodes he was in. A clip of his last episode can be found below.

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I should say that he may not of been in the actual last episodes, but Jordan’s presence was definitely felt in the first half of the finale.

And right after the finale aired, a message from Chai was posted where he explained what his time on the show meant to him, his love for the fans, etc. Makes me love him so much more, honestly!

Chai is actually attending Pandemonium Con 2 in London this October, for those interested in meeting him!

Luke Mitchell:

As I mentioned in the last F.M.M post, I mentioned that Luke’s new show, The Code, was going to air on April 9th. It’s now in full swing, and Luke’s been promoting it heavily on his social media! His lovely wife, Rebecca Breeds, was even in an episode! They’re relationship goals (I loved watching the Home & Away episodes they were in back in the day) and I always love seeing them in and/or supporting each other!

-It was also announced in late May, that he’ll be starring in an Australian film, Black Water: Abyss. Phoebe, Claire and Cariba dealt with sharks. Looks like, Luke’s dealing with crocodiles in this? So much nope.

Cariba Heine in Everyone is Doing Great:

We always get super excited when Cariba has a new role! (I say this & I still haven’t seen her portrayal as Ebony in H&A...and I call myself a fan) Everyone is Doing Great is an independent comedy series (or short, I’ve seen both) where two guys have to regain their sense of success when their popular vampire drama is finished. It looks like Cariba’s playing the role of Isabella Beck (how many times has she played a Belle now?) Below is the teaser trailer. The best bet for more info seems to be their instagram/social media.

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Claire Holt:

-She’s posted several adorable photos of her newborn son, James! She’s so happy and in turn, we’re just as ecstatic for her!

-She took part in fellow Vampire Diaries cast mates’ podcast, Directionally Challenged, which released on Mother’s Day. In the episode, she explains how she’s handled her pregnancy thus far (she was still pregnant with James during the recording), the predictions she has on how her family will parent and she bravely speaks of her miscarriage. I highly recommend giving the episode a listen! To listen to it, I say check out Spotify or wherever you stream music/podcasts.

-We finally have a trailer for A Violent Separation, which can be viewed below. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like Claire’s in the movie as much as I’d like. But hear that southern belle accent. *swoons* (of course I’m terrible and updated about this too late. It’s now on demand for your viewing pleasure!)

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-Claire Holt is set to attend TVDCon Chicago on June 30th and I can’t contain my excitement! I’m attending the Con that day to meet her again (aka: make a fool of myself), attend her panels, etc. I’ve had the pose for my photo picked out for awhile and I hope it works out/I actually ask her (hint: it’s H2O related!). Will I be seeing any of you there?

Angus McLaren in The Naked Wanderer:

It looks like our Angus is finally getting the recognition and love he deserves! He’s the lead in a new film called: The Naked Wanderer and oh my goodness, does it look hilarious! Based on a true story, Angus’ character, Brian, walks throughout Australia butt naked in order to win back the heart of his girlfriend, Jasmine. But since this looks to be a romantic comedy, you know things are going to get interesting and a tad crazy. I am so beyond excited to see this film and am just in awe of Angus’ work! HE SINGS for crying out loud! Also fellow H2O cast mate and his BFFL, Jamie Timony, will have a role in the film as well! Honestly, makes me want to see this even more! Looks like this is now in theater and available on demand (possibly only for Australians though).

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Oh and Angus is also returning to Home and Away later this year as Lance Salisbury! (Me: “I didn’t even know he was in Home and Away!”) it sounds like it might be a main role, and honestly, it’s about time another H2O cast member gets a main role on this show! H&A fans, please let us know when you spot Angus in new episodes.

Out of all the upcoming projects and what not, what are you most looking forward to our H2O cast?

Until the next update,

Kelly

#updates #Full moon madness #chai hansen #shadowhunters #luke mitchell #other projects #the code #cariba heine #everyone is doing great #claire holt #directionally challenged #TVDChicago #a violent separation #Angus McLaren #the naked wanderer

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afinefashionfrenzy · 6 years

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The Girl Who Stole The Moon

Ashlee Marie wasn't looking for love. Nor was she planning on falling in love. By the time she was twenty-one she had decided that love was not in the cards for her. She may have been four years older now but if love hadn’t found her yet, it most certainly wouldn’t any time soon. Love was not high on her priorities list. In fact she had practically benched love. “Ashlee Marie!” Her mother would say with her highly upper English accent, “Darling you're only twenty-five! You have a lifetime ahead of you to find love.” To which Ashlee would cry out in frustration, “Mother if love hasn't found me yet it most certainly will not change its mind on me now!”

You see, everyone in her inner friendship circle were practically married, and if not they were either engaged, in a relationship or regulars on the dating scene. Tinder in her mind was a nightmare she most certainly did not wish to enter into. In fact she couldn't imagine anything shoddier than having someone (most likely a bald fifty year old disguised as a cute twenty-something) swiping left on her.

No, Ashlee Marie was an old soul trapped in a twenty-five year old body, living in London, forging a career in publishing. Screw love she had all that she needed right in front of her. Or so she thought.

It all changed in the summer of that year. June arrived on her front door with that fresh summer fragrance in the air. Yes, you could instinctively tell that change was in the wind when the seasons transferred over to the next. You could almost taste it on your tongue. She had been in a rush that gorgeous evening almost never making it to Darcy’s house. Darcy was, well in Darcy’s own opinion, Ashlee’s BFFL. She often spoke in way too many abbreviated terms than Ashlee cared to understand.

Hastily, she moved out of the door in her little Givenchy LBD that she had bought second hand from a vintage store downtown. She definitely looked captivating in the twilight sky as her dark brown hair tousled down in an effortless fashion behind her. Forever blind to the stares of strangers she never gave herself too much credit when it came to her beauty. As her Uber pulled out from her quiet, suburban street she looked up to the sky. Dusk had settled earlier than usual that evening. She pondered on the change as her car drove her towards Darcy’s apartment.

Looking up towards the sky she searched and found him there nestled behind the clouds. Oh, there you are Mr Man on the Moon. Today has been manic. I’m so ready for a big glass of wine and an even bigger gossip session with Darcy over the new American Bachelor.

Ashlee regularly talked to the Man on the Moon. He was her closest confidant. He never seemed to fail her. Each evening there he’d appear. Stationary, he was trustworthy that man up there, holding her biggest secrets and sometimes her biggest insecurities.

A vibration in her faded black handbag jumped her back into reality. A text from Darcy:

Change of plans honey, Eddie’s here.

Her fingertips were as if out of a fast paced action movie replying back at a speed her mother could not cope with. She could barely find the ‘send’ button on Ashlee’s hand-me-down Blackberry. Yes, she was still stuck in the noughties. It had been an upgrade from her previous Nokia 3310.

What? Why?

Ping.

Just get here as soon as you can. Something to do with Flo.

Oh god. Is he okay? She typed back.

Edward Ascott had been a long time friend of Darcy’s. Edward and Ashlee weren’t merely even friends. The only time they were ever seen in the same room was if it involved Darcy. In no way was he Ashlee’s type. Besides, even if he were, Eddie had been in a long-term relationship with Florence Bishop, a well known socialite who ran in the most exclusive of circles but somehow managed to put up with Eddie’s long running tab of bullshit. All in all, they were how everyone would describe, including Ashlee’s mother, as a ‘picture-perfect’ couple.

Ashlee had never really given Eddie much thought compared to the other women who constantly cooed over him. Yes, he was classically good looking by most books. What with those green eyes, a few scattered tattoos (which if her mother knew about she would not approve, though Ashlee doubted it would actually change her perception of him), dark hair and towering height. Ashlee kept herself distant from men like Eddie. First and foremost he was taken by Flo and she had rules when it came to boys with girlfriends. Secondly, she secretly prided herself on being the only girl possibly out there in the world that wasn’t attracted to him or flirted with him when he gave them a chance.

If she had had the foreknowledge of what was to occur that evening before entering into Darcy’s South Bank apartment she probably would have never left home. She’d have made up an excuse that she felt sick or her anxiety was playing up. Unfortunately, she did not have the ability to go back in time nor did she have a crystal ball that could tell her the future. Well, there was that magic 8 ball hiding somewhere at the back of her wardrobe but that was an entirely different story.

Eddie looked awful when she walked in. His eyes were rimmed red and he couldn’t make eye contact with either of them. Her very words were, after embracing a concerned looking Darcy, along the lines of, “Shit Eddie, what happened?”

He looked dire. No, more than dire. His composure was sullen as he sat bent over on the couch. His cheeks were tear-stained and he looked as if he hadn’t showered in three days judging by the amount of stubble protruding from his face. Well so much for a girl’s night, she thought.

“Flo left,” Eddie whispered looking up at her.

“Oh Eddie, I’m so sorry. God that’s awful. What’s it been? Six years or something?” she said placing herself on the arm of the couch next to him. She was unsure whether to touch him in case he might crumple in a heap under her.

“Or something,” he said with a disbelieving grin. “God, I feel like an idiot.” He hung his head in his hands.

Ashlee and Darcy looked at each other. Neither one of them had any words. Ashlee had never seen Eddie like this before. Darcy, springing up off her seat into action, went to go fix them all a glass of wine or something stronger. They both knew that this could be a long night.

Placing her hand gently on his back she said with a concerned expression, “Look Eddie, I know we’re not very close but I’m here if you need to talk or not to talk. Whatever you need I’m here.” He reached up for her hand holding it in his over his shoulder his green eyes locking with hers. In that split second, something changed.

After an outpouring from Eddie – Flo had finally left him to move to Argentina. She had said she needed ‘space’ to find herself. Personally, Ashlee thought it probably came down to the fact that Florence probably had had enough of Eddie’s constant partying. It wouldn’t have been the first time Flo had caught him with another girl over Snapchat. They may only last ten seconds but people, especially the elite, thrived off gossip.

If only she had looked up to the moon as her driver pulled out of Darcy’s driveway at two in the morning, she would have heard him say, Oh darling, don’t be a fool for love with this man.

The next day against her better judgment she picked up her phone and called Eddie. Normally, she had boundaries when it came to calling guys, however this was different. Well, she convinced herself it was different. Eddie was a friend in need. Even if they weren’t very close her heart ached for him. She hated seeing people down. Eddie’s response to her reaching out was not what she had expected at all. He seemed overly grateful for her support. It seemed peculiar to her that he was this approachable as they had barely spoken before his breakup with Flo. Dismissing her suspicions she allowed him to pour his heart out to her. Besides, she insisted to her lecturing conscience. He is probably telling all his friends the same things as he does to me.

What happened next was not what she had intended. The days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into two months. Slowly, between the texts, the late night calls and the crazy nights hanging out in the pub down on the corner from her house, her feelings towards Eddie began to change. Before she could even stop herself she came to the realisation that her heart had altered towards him.

It’s just a crush, she told herself. I don’t want to be the rebound girl.

Yet, crushes felt like you were rocketing a thousand miles into outer space with no helmet on and before you could even gaze back at the earth you would realise that your whole world was consumed with the galaxies and stars. A rush of excitement came every time she saw him. His goofy grin when he talked about his job working for a corporate consulting firm or the old man, who lived upstairs, that dressed like he was out of the Gatsby era who never failed to say ‘Good morning son’ to him with a brief head nod whilst picking up the morning paper. There was more depth to him than she had seen before. Perhaps she had misjudged him after all.

Maybe it was her sixth sense but deep down she could not deny it. I am becoming the rebound girl, she told herself one night in the midnight hour. Tossing and turning under her sheets she debated over her dilemma. Well, not yet. But I could be. Why is this so difficult to let go? I cannot allow myself to be the rebound girl.

She knew it deep down. You could not be the rebound girl and not know it. It was this sense of knowing that even if you tried your hardest and fought against it with every fibre of your being - you were being depended on. It was a fine balance of caring and yet, not caring too much. What do you do if you’re the rebound girl?

Well, you run very, very far away.

You see - the rebound girl never won in her books. She gets worn-in in the story. There for a moment, then blown away with the next wind that comes his way. So, the question was, how does one stop being the rebound girl?

You assess the situation. You smile but hold him out at arm’s length. You don’t want to be the rebound girl Ashlee-Marie!

Maybe she was a bad liar. Or the truth had finally caught up to her. The only truth was this: People needed time -

And time heals all wounds.

Because one thing she knew deeper than ever before, she was not the rebound girl, she was the girl. However, she found herself slowly waking up each morning yearning for him. How did she end up like this yearning for the one thing she really shouldn’t want?

One evening she crept up the exit stairs towards the rooftop of her apartment. Above the sky was dazzling in all its glory before her. Millions of stars twinkled in the night sky. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever gazed upon. You never saw the stars like this in London. There he was, so stable, so still shining down on her like he always did. Oh hello Mr Man on the Moon, she whispered. I think I’m falling for him. Like real tumbling down a rabbit hole kind of falling. Oh Mr Man on the Moon, I never ask for anything but please if I can ask one thing, please let this be!

Perhaps, it was the recent eclipse that foreshadowed what was to come, but Ashlee couldn’t deny that her feelings towards Eddie had changed. Oh Mr Man on the Moon, she whispered looking up towards the sky. Why now? I cannot deny these feelings but I can’t have them. Take them away from me Mr. Man on the moon. I cannot fall in love with Eddie.

The man laughed back at her, Oh what a child, oh what a fool! Always running away from love and then thinking that I am the one who is cruel for placing it right in front of her!

In all his frustration at the girl down below, the Man on the Moon realigned the stars in her favour. He watched as their story unfolded in the night sky. He bore witness to Eddie and her that final summer evening, with the bonfire glowing, where finally after three months they kissed. His eyes misted as their hearts intertwined in the South of France. The stars worried about him as they sat in the expanse seeing his sorrow grow as he gave the girl over to the man down below. They tried to gleam even more so just to keep his shine up at night for the lovers down below.

Two years passed in a blink of the eye and Ashlee Marie soon forgot about the moon as well as the man that lived on it. In the autumn of that year a new breeze blew. It was whispered in the wind as the leaves began to sway down onto the dimly lit side streets. She had a longing in the deepest part of her soul. It was a sound and song that only she could hear. There was a wrestle in her soul that had been ongoing for some time. No, it was deeper than that. It went far beyond both body and soul.

She hated not feeling adequate. For the most part – that daily grind – she was fine. However, something had to change. Standing on the veranda in the dawn of night wide awake she looked up to her old friend, the Man on the Moon. Please, let something change, she begged the universe. Looking to the stars and inhaling her final cigarette she pleaded to whatever god ruled the world to let something break. I need a change, a second chance. I don’t want to be this girl anymore.

That was the problem that came with being strong for too much time. Darkness would creep into the cracks like a thief in the night, leaving the ceiling in the room open to a sky full of damage. Inhaling a deep breath, she closed her eyes. Please, I beg of you. I’ll do anything. I’ll change. I’ll be the girl you want me to be. The woman I know I should be. Just help me find her again. Her walls had been high for long enough. Now they were slowly crumbling around her. Looking to the moon she tried to find some closure in its basking grey light. Tugging her dressing gown tighter onto to her now willowy frame she put her cigarette down and crept inside. That was the problem with silk; it never kept you warm enough.

He looked so gentle lying there in the white sheets. Breathing softly he was at his stillest when asleep in their second hand bed that they had bought at a garage sale on Bathgate Street that one summer. She would never forget that summer two years ago. My god, how has that much time passed? She thought to herself as she looked at him. I love him. I swear I do. But...

Stopping herself she placed herself quietly onto the chair near the window where should could still view the moon. The Man on the Moon must have been jealous of her shine all those years ago when he aligned the stars for her on her old rooftop. Because, ever since the night her eyes had finally glimmered with Eddie’s as one under the night stars with the music playing only loud enough for them to hear and the lights twinkling just enough to help him see her sparkle, she had been a fool. Oh how I’ve been a fool for love, she whispered to the man. I couldn’t help myself. I tried for so long not too and then I surrendered myself completely helpless. Oh I’m a fool Mr Man on the Moon. Oh how I am a hopeless romantic fool!

Just ‘friends’ that was all they were supposed to be. It was that summer that Flo had left him. Young and careless, she had found her emotions tumbling down like a field of dandelions. One blow and you’re flying away. Days of yearning for each other turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months, then finally one night she had plucked up the courage to say how she really felt. Somehow despite all odds - ‘the favour of the universe’ she had put it down to at the time; he felt the same. Their first kiss had been as if it was written by the author of the stars. She had completely forgotten how she had begged the Man on the Moon to turn the stars in her favour.

Magic, that’s what it had felt like. Absolute magic. They’d been in each other's pocket ever since that evening. Together they had explored the world drinking rosé in small Italian bars and boomeranging right back to the arctic colds of London. No one could deny that they were two lovers destined to collide. If not then, the universe would have intertwined them onto the same path at some point. Her mother called it ‘destiny’ when she finally admitted her and Eddie were an item.

Destiny, she thought. What the fuck is destiny? Is this destiny? She thought looking at him lying peacefully in the bed. Oh how she loved him. She loved his smile and the way when he had too much to drink he became like a little kid. She loved how his lips would turn into a slight grin when he was nervous. She loved his strong hands that could make her weak at one touch but also could be so cruel. She loved how he was so protective of her remembering how he had shielded her from those drunken boys that one night in a German pub. It was a trait she had noticed in him long before they’d ever – oh I wish we had never!

Slumping down into the seat she pulled her gown closer to her body. Her walls came crumbling down; she hung her head in her hands. Oh Mr Man on the Moon I can’t do this anymore! I love him and yet I hate him! I hate the way he makes me feel both completely beautiful and tormented at the same time. I hate how I am a fool for his green eyes and his quintessential Cambridge charm. Darn you Mr Man on the Moon! Darn, you!

She looked out the window. Above the skyline with its smoke puffing out of the chimneys, she could see the moon. It shone brightly that night much like that first night when their story had started. It was as if she could almost feel the moon teasing her. She knew that you couldn’t change the past. She gasped for air, wishing that she had more time.

I don’t want to be this girl. I never wanted to be this girl. Oh please, oh please help me!

Gathering up the little strength that she had left she crawled into the bed. How many times had he sneaked in at a godforsaken hour while she had lain wide awake waiting for him to come home? How many times had he said he was sorry when she knew he wasn’t? More than she could count. She was tired. Tired of the drunken and drugged up nights. Tired of the stories she heard of him with wild, pretty girls. No more. I promised myself no more.

Pulling the blankets up to her chest she lay still listening to his breathing. How could you want something so badly but at the same time want nothing at all? I don’t want him. Not anymore. Tomorrow I am gone, she said to herself. She could feel the man on the moon laughing down at her inability to stick to a promise. I swear Mr Man on the Moon tomorrow I am gone!

Watching the pale moonlight shadows through the window pane, she slowly closed her eyes with the knowledge that when she woke up the next morning she would have enough strength to change, to leave, pack up what little she cared about and finally go.

Eddie woke up as daylight began to break in between the curtains, a cold breeze blowing. She’s still here, he thought. After all this time she is still here. Oh how I have been a fool Mr Man on the Moon. Oh, how I have been a fool for her! He brushed the hair from her eyes a she laid there gently next to him. I love her, I love her. She has stayed somehow after all this time even when I have been a fool. Oh how, I have fallen for her more and more with each breath she takes.

He was fiercely protective of her. He would shield her from all harm if he could. At time, it was too much and it would end in heated arguments, with tears, slamming bathroom doors and bruises. Despite all this time – How? He wondered. How did I get this lucky? I’ll do anything for her. I always have. From the very moment I saw her. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Oh how she shined! That twinkle that led me closer to her, the courage that made me finally tell her I felt the same that day.

He knew he had taken his time in courting her. She was too beautiful to be taken for granted and yet he knew that he had at times. Ashlee-Marie had been the girl men wanted but could never have. There once was a time he thought she would never even give him the time of day. Everything had changed after that night at Darcy’s. Funny how one moment, one touch, could change everything.

I love her, I love her. He whispered to himself all over again. He needed her more than she needed him. But he couldn’t let her go. Too much time had passed. There wasn’t a world to him without her in it.

In that quiet wake of dawn the man grimaced down on them. Silly children, he thought. Both absolute fools for each other and me the Man on the Moon caught in the middle! Asking me to help her leave and him asking me to make her stay! Both absolute fools! If only she knew! If only he knew!

Ashlee didn’t want this life and she knew deep down she didn’t want him either. She wasn’t built for the ensemble of wild nights and pretty girls. Yet, she also knew she wasn’t built to be the girl the man up above wanted her to be. She could give neither what they truly wanted.

As the Man on the Moon looked down below at her incredulously, she walked out the front door with her packed bags away from a bewildered Eddie with a Tiffany engagement ring in his hands. The stars, still jealous of her shine, sighed pitifully. Perhaps this is how it is meant to be, they whispered. Two star struck lovers and a girl who stole the heart of the moon.

Dear Frenzies,

If you have gotten this far, well done. This short story I wrote over a year ago and thought it was about high time I published it. I hope you enjoyed it. If you did I’d love to know your thoughts via my ask box. I hope this story aids you in your adventures in love and lets you know your worth. May you never settle for anything less than you deserve

#the girl who stole the moon #short story #writing #love #passion #editorial #vogue #elle

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you'll always be the one that keeps me crazy inside

for @bellsblake! happy birthday hannah <3

fluffy high school prom au, friends to lovers with a bit of fake dating ;)

rated: teen+ [ read on AO3 ]

Clarke often teased Bellamy by saying that he could read through anything, that it would take the book spontaneously combusting in his hands to startle him out of his literary worlds, but it was clearly not true. Case in point: he looked up now as she stormed into his living room, scowling at her phone.

“What happened?” he asked, carefully bookmarking his page before setting the novel aside. This had all the makings of a minor crisis, and he wasn’t sure yet whether to be more concerned for his best friend or whatever (whoever?) had pissed her off. No one could hold a grudge like Octavia, but no one could plot revenge like Clarke and that was scarier, in his opinion.

“Prom.”

“I thought you and Raven decided to go together after you found out Collins was a two-timing bastard. Something go wrong?”

“Luna asked her, and she said yes. I’m happy for her, of course,” Clarke added hastily. “You know she’s had a bit of a crush on Luna for years, and they’re really cute together. But I don’t want to go alone, and I don’t want to third-wheel them. Plus Finn’s been trying to get me alone — he just won’t take the hint that I don’t trust that ‘this time I’d be his one and only,’ nor do I want to be — and I don’t feel like dealing with that all night.”

Bellamy sensed a scheme coming. “So what are you going to do about it?”

Sitting up slightly, Clarke looked him directly in the eyes with an expression he knew all too well.

“Oh, hell no. Don’t drag me into another —”

“Please, Bellamy? I need you.”

“I said no, princess.” And it was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, considering she was giving him that look and saying a line straight from his guilty fantasies.

“Okay, I didn’t want to play this card, but … you do still owe me for giving your sister the girl talk so you wouldn’t have to. And I’ll pay you fifty bucks.”

He groaned, knowing she had him there. “Is this your formal asking? I thought promposals were supposed to be fancy.”

“I’ll make you a poster tonight.” Issue settled, Clarke flopped comfortably against him — he hoped she couldn’t feel how fast his heart was pounding; after being friends for so long, he really should have better control over his physiological reactions to her proximity, but his princess just had that effect. “In the meantime, what are you watching on Netflix?”

The Princess [crown emoji]

Meet me outside Kane’s classroom after school?

I’ll be there.

As luck would have it, Bellamy was held up on his way to meet Clarke for what he was eighty-percent sure was a ridiculously extravagant promposal.

“Hey man, do you have the soccer practice schedule? I might’ve lost mine.”

“Might have? How do you — Actually, I don’t want to know. Look, Murphy, I’ve got to run; message me later and I’ll send you a copy.”

To Bellamy’s surprise, Murphy moved to block his path. “Do you think promposals are too sentimental?”

“What?” (Was John Murphy blushing?)

“I was thinking about asking Emori, but I dunno if she’d think it was too — never mind. You don’t care.”

“Murphy. Hey, listen to me. Anyone can see the way Emori looks at you, and the way you look at her. The way you gravitate toward each other. You should ask her.”

“Huh.” Murphy looked thoughtful, and Bellamy was about to try again to get past him when Murphy’s phone chimed. Pulling it out from his back pocket, he glanced at the screen and grinned. “Anyway, I’ll get out of your way now. You’ve got your own promposal to worry about.”

And with that he was gone, leaving Bellamy wondering how Clarke had managed to recruit him before he remembered that she was waiting for him, and he’d much rather be wherever she was.

When he rounded the corner of the history wing, naturally the first thing he noticed was the glee in Clarke’s posture, all but bouncing up and down behind the poster she was holding up.

“You may BE LLAMe, but You’re my choice for a prom date.” He shook his head. “That’s pretty awful, even for you.”

“That’s not a no,” she pointed out, as if there were ever a question. “So, prom?”

It was then that Bellamy noticed the small crowd around them. He might not be very popular, but Clarke was; and in any case, prom askings always managed to draw a fair amount of attention. (It was something Clarke herself had complained about before, the peer pressure to say yes just because so many people were watching.) Among the gathered students was a disappointed-looking Finn Collins, who looked as though he wanted to object but wasn’t sure how to justify himself if he did.

“Of course, princess,” Bellamy said, instead of commenting on any of these observations, and staggered back a step when Clarke threw her arms around him. “You know I was joking about the promposal,” he murmured in her ear, gratified to feel her shiver and squeeze him tighter.

“You know, I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type. Just goes to show you that you can never tell what kind of person someone is, I guess.”

“Excuse me?” True to Clarke’s prediction, Finn Collins had been glowering in their general direction for much of the night. The surprise was that he was confronting Bellamy instead of Clarke, who was in the bathroom, and that he was doing it in the middle of the event. “Since when have we been BFFLs?”

“Haha, very funny. Seriously, did you blackmail her? Bribe her?”

It took him a second to figure it out. “Wait, you think I made Clarke come to prom with me?”

“Well, yeah! Why else would she be here with you, of all people?”

“Meaning, not with you?” Bellamy guessed, fighting the urge to snicker. Clearly Collins didn’t know Clarke nearly as well as he’d like to think, if he seriously believed what he was saying. “It may come as an unpleasant surprise to you, but we’re —”

“— dating,” Clarke cut in smoothly, tucking herself under Bellamy’s arm. “Bye, Finn.”

As they walked away, leaving him gawking in disbelief, Clarke sighed. “Sorry, I just figured that would be the most effective way to get him to shut up. Anyway, dance with me?”

“I don’t dance.”

“What, you don’t want to join our fine classmates in middle-school style swaying back and forth with room for Jesus in between us?”

“Tempting, but no thanks. How about we get a drink instead?”

She laughed at his half-joke, which was pretty good considering the most he’d hoped for was a half-smile. “You hate everything they’re serving. Plus, Monty and Jasper didn’t come, so odds are the punch isn’t spiked.”

“Damn, there go my plans for the night.” Clarke’s grin, Bellamy decided then and there, was the best thing he’d ever seen. Her happiness was contagious, as intoxicating as any alcohol or drug, and perhaps it was the source of the courage that allowed him to say, “You know you’re my favorite person?”

“Same for you.”

“No, listen.” He disentangled himself from her so he could make eye contact, needing her to understand. “I know you told Collins we were dating to get him to leave you alone because he was making you uncomfortable, and I’d never want you to feel like that with me. You know I’ll respect your boundaries, that if you say no I’ll back off immediately, and —”

“Bellamy, breathe.” She placed a gentle hand on his chest, right above his heart. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

The anticipation in her eyes — at least, he was pretty sure that’s what it was — gave him hope.

“Clarke, will you go out with me?”

If her amused smile was radiant, the expression she wore now was positively incandescent. “Of course. And for the record, I’ll never want you to leave me alone. I want to spend eons with you, Bellamy Blake.”

His own grin was probably ridiculous, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “That’s good, I was really worried you’d —”

She cut him off by pressing her mouth to his, still smiling, and she tasted like joy.

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