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wndrcarol · 3 years

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daddy’s favorite | ceo!c.d. pt. 6

Daddy’s Favorite Masterlist

summary: working for your fathers company has its perks. But one of those perks is being able to gain connections.

a/n: more smut! Yes! Also I want to say thank you guys for all the love on this series! It warms my heart to know how much you guys are enjoying it so far and I- just thank y’all <3

pairings: Carol Danvers x F!Stark!Reader

au: CEO

other characters in chap.: Tony Stark, Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff (mentioned)

warnings: fingering, thigh riding, oral (carol giving, r receiving) dom!carol, sub!r, does contain smut so be mindful and 18+ please!

happy reading! x

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After that night, you felt as though things were definitely heightened between you and Carol. It definitely wasn’t a business relationship anymore and that night wasn’t just going to become a one time thing.

You and Carol had begun to sneak around more, during the days and even nights. You’d skip out on meeting with your dad for dinner, using excuses like you had already made plans with a friend or you felt sick that night. Tony had begun to question why you were cancelling so much but didn’t want to think too much of it, having business consumed his mind with a heightened work season.

On the other hand, Sam had begun to watch Carols moves closely. He kept in close contact with Natasha, making sure she was in on it too because she didn’t want to see you roped into anything bad either and she wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to help out a friend.

Walking into your fathers office, you placed down the small stack of files on his desk before you looked up at him. “Here’s all the recent account you asked for, organized in months” you smiled at him as he just watched you, staying silent. You recognized the look but you dismissed it before continuing.

“Okay, I’m gonna take lunch now so if you need me just-“

“What have you been doing?” Tony asked you abruptly, cutting you off. You looked at him stunned before composing yourself and clearing your throat.

“W-What do you mean?” You stuttered out, mentally cursing at yourself. Tony looked down before getting out of his chair and making his way to stand infront of you.

“You’ve been acting sneaky” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and you felt small. You felt like a little girl again infront of a disappointed father. The pit in your stomach grew as all the guilt began to swirl inside. You wanted to tell him, say you were at least seeing someone so he would get off your case but you couldn’t bring yourself to, knowing he’d just want to snoop on who you were seeing.

“I know you’re seeing someone” Tony said, almost as if reading your thoughts. You looked at him with a shocked expression before he chuckled, leaning forward and grabbing your arms.

“I don’t care who you’re seeing. Just don’t act so sneaky and be safe, okay?” He finished, placing a kiss on your forehead before going back around his desk and sitting down.

“Now go get lunch before I make you bring me more files” Tony said, looking up at you, stuck in place before you nodded and rushing out of the room with a shaky breath.

Going to the elevator, your phone pinged as Carol sent you a message. You couldn’t help but smile at the text popping up while still feeling the sense of guilt swirl in your stomach.

C: Dinner tonight? Somewhere nicer than my office x

You chuckled softly, you stepped onto the elevator replying to her text with a ‘yes’ before putting your phone away and watching the numbers blink as the elevator descended.

It stopped on a few floors before and Sam stepped on giving you a warm smile. “Hey, (Y/N)” he said as he pulled you in for a side hug. Hugging him back, you both stood in comfortable silence.

“So” Sam started as you turned to him. “Any plans tonight?” He asked, looking at you as you smiled at him.

“Yep, got a date” you said looking back towards the doors in front of you as Sam felt his stomach drop softly, knowing exactly who it was. He wanted to tell you what Natasha had told him, wanting to save you from what you were getting yourself into.

“Hopefully not in the office again” Sam quipped as you gasped lightly, smacking his arm as he laughed out.

“Sam!” You said, letting out a small laugh as he looked at you, still slightly laughing. “I’ll have you know it won’t be in the office, thank you” you said before looking back towards the numbers seeing you were close to the ground floor.

“Hmm” Sam hummed, a smile still on his face before he got serious. “Just be careful” he said as you turned to him quickly with a confused look but the doors opened, signaling you to step out.

Waving at him, you walked away, his comment still swirling in your mind. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you should take his advice.

To your surprise, Carol took you out to a local restaurant, living up to her promise of it not being in an office. It was nice to have dinner with her and get to conversation without having it to quickly escaped to having your hands all over each other.

Carol told you more about where she was from, her family and even touching on her accident she had, as you listened, taking her hand in yours and squeezing it softly whenever she’d speak about the accident. Carol admired that about you. You were a good listener as she expressed her background and for some reason it only made her fall a bit harder for you.

After dinner, Carol offered to take you to her apartment and you agreed, both a mix of nervousness and excitement swirled in you. It was walking distance from the restaurant so you had decided to walk, your arm looked through hers as you both talked abut the smallest things from music to places you’d like to visit.

One you reached her building, you followed Carol up and watched her give you a small smile as she unlocked the door. Immediately looking around, a small smile tugged to your face as Carol took off her jacket and began turning on the lights.

Carol’s house suited her. It simple, no bright colors or anything and it felt comfortable. There were some picture lined on a bookcase as you stepped closer, examining them. They were of her and another woman with a child as they were all smiling.

Carol didn’t have any personal things in her office that you could recall. She looked so happy in the photo, her smile was bright and you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling at the photo. You felt Carol move behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she laid her chin on your shoulder.

“That’s Maria and her daughter, Monica” she said as your fingers left the photograph you didn’t know you were touching.

“I’ve known them for a long time” Carol said softly as you hummed at her.

“Monica is adorable” you said, turning around in her arms and wrapping your arms around her neck as Carol hummed back at you before pecking your lips softly.

“She seems like the sweetest thing but don’t let her fool you. She’s trouble” Carol chuckled as you let out a soft laugh before she guided you towards the couch. Sitting down, Carol passed you a glass of water as you mumbled a soft thank you.

You both sat in comfortable silence before you reached for her hand, giving it slight squeeze as she looked up at you.

“Thank you for tonight” you said, a smile on your face as she nodded. “It was nice to have a date out the office” you giggled as she chuckled, squeezing your hand back.

“It’s my pleasure. Just thought I’d give you a proper night unlike having pizza in the office” she joked as you chuckled, taking another drink from your water before placing the glass down and turning back towards her.

Carol’s hand came to lay on your cheek, her thumb softly caressing the skin there as you leaned into the touch, your eyes shutting for a quick second.

“So beautiful” Carol spoke softly as she began to lean in. You followed her movements until your lips pressed against hers, letting out a soft, low moan as Carol pushed you back onto the couch softly.

Hovering over you, Carol pulled away looking at you as your hands moved up to her hair and pulled her back down, pressing your lips roughly against hers this time. Soon, Carol’s hands moved up and down your waist, moving to undress you.

Her touch was soft and the feeling only made you moan into the kiss. She pulled away once more as she helped you kick off your pants and shirt, leaning down to your neck and placing soft kisses against your neck as her fingers moved to your thighs, dragging up and down against the skin.

“Carol” you breathed out, as her hand moved between your thighs, tugging your underwear down your legs before hand moved your legs apart. Carol pulled away from your neck and began kissing down your body. Her actions tonight made your head spin. They were complete opposite from how they were the other nights where’d she’d be rough with you, fingers digging into your skin where’d there’d be slight bruises.

“So pretty” Carol hummed against your skin, moving closer between your legs before she inserted two fingers into you, beginning to thrust them slowly. You let out a moan, your hands gripping onto the fabric beneath you, sliding down slightly to get more comfortable.

“Look at you” Carol said, continuing to pump her fingers in and out of you picking up the pace, watching you arch your back off her couch, a string of moans leaving your mouth.

Carol leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your clit, making you whimper as pleasure shot through you. She then began to suck softly against your clit as your hips lifted up slightly into her mouth. Carol’s free hand moved to push you back onto the couch.

Your head felt fuzzy again, the pleasure shooting through you made you feel helpless as you felt the familiar knot come back. You felt a bit embarrassed as to how quick you were building up but you were too much in a daze to focus on that.

“So easy to unravel for me, hmm? Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well” she said, humming against you, sucking lightly as you felt the knot begin to get tighter.

“Carol-“ you said before you felt her fingers slip out of you, making your whimper and look at her. She moved her hands to your hips, helping to lift you off your back as she moved to sit up.

“Come on” she said, patting her thigh. Whimpering at the thought, you moved over, straddling her thigh as you lowered down, moaning out to the new friction. You could feel the fabric of her pants begin to become soaked as you sat there.

“Finish yourself off, pretty girl” Carol said, placing her hands on your hips and squeezing lightly. “Let me see you ride my thigh”

Moving your hips forward and back, your head tilting back as a moan left your lips. Carol watched you in awe, the sight making shivers run through her body. It was so erotic but so beautiful seeing you like this.

You gripping onto Carol’s shoulders as you moved quicker, the knot in your stomach getting tighter as Carol squeezed your hip, helping you to grind down onto her thigh.

“That’s my girl” she said, taking a hand from your hip and tilting your head up to look at her before she pressed her lips softly against yours.

As you ground down again, you pulled away and let out a gasp followed by a moan as your orgasm washed over you. Carol’s hand continued to guide your body slowly on her thigh as you let out a string of moans and whimpers, your body slightly shaking.

You looked at Carol who watched with a smile on her face before she kissed you once more. Your hands moved up to entangle in her hair before she pulled away. “Let’s take this elsewhere”

You stirred in your sleep, turning over to see Carol’s side of the bed empty. You tugged the blanket over your naked body as you heard Carol’s voice outside the door. Slowly, you got up, grabbing the blanket with you as you covered yourself, getting closer to the door until you heard Carol’s voice better.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled. Leave it to me” Carol said before hanging up. Carol walked back into the room and saw you standing there. She quickly gasped before letting out a breath as you looked at her confused.

“Everything alright?” You asked, wrapping the blanket you tighter as you felt chills run through you from the cold air. Carol gave you soft smile, a nodding her head.

“Yeah” she started, moving towards you. “Just business” Carol said, coming up and pulling you in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed in response as you smiled at her before you both made your way back to the bed. Carol laid behind you, wrapping her arm around you before she drifted back into sleep.

But you couldn’t fall back to sleep. Sam’s words swirled in your mind again. You knew you were going head first into something and you couldn’t help but be scared by what was going to happen.

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moral-turpitudes · 3 years

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Silver Linings: Part 1

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A/N: Excuse any of my terrible math skills and if this seems rushed. This is the best I could come up with lol, I hope you all like it though!

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Slight Fighting, Descriptions of Drug Use, Drinking, Familial Drama, Fluff, Mentions of Adoption, etc.

Word Count: 3,972

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Adopted Daughter!Reader + Michael Gray x Alfie’s Adopted Daughter!Reader

Summary: After growing tired of hiding, Y/N decides to venture out from the back of her fathers shop, not knowing she’d quite literally fall for one of her father’s enemies who happened to be lurking around the corner. But with tensions growing between the two families, one decision could change the course of their lives as they know it, for better and for worse.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | *Part 4* | Part 5

“Alright Y/N, now when you aim you gotta line yer eyes up with the sight. Take a deep breath, and on that exhale of yours yer gonna pull that little trigger right there.” Alfie said, the teenage girl only coming up to around his chest, her hands shaking slightly as she aimed the small hand gun for one of the flour sacks in the back of the shop. With a small exhale she fired, the bullet whirling through the air and into the target she’d helped draw on it the day before.

“See that’s not so hard innit?” He asked, smiling at the new light in his life.

Y/N heard her father calling for her upstairs, bringing her out of her daydreams from years ago. That was during the first week she’d lived with him after he adopted her from the nearby orphanage. She had no adoptive mother, and no other friends except their dog Cyril, seeing as she had to be practically hidden away on a daily basis. The only time she really went out was to work in her fathers shop, where she’d do her best to avoid being spotted by her fathers business partners-some of which who had strained relationships with him and his men.

Shaking the memory from her brain, she hesitantly walked up the stairs, the creaking of the wood announcing her arrival.

“There you are love. Listen...I’m having Mr. Shelby come by soon so you’ll have to work in the back alright? I know you’ll get me for it later but I’ll make up for it mmkay?” He said, looking his now 21 year old daughter in the eyes. People often found him intimidating, but over the years she grew used to him, knowing deep down he was a sweet person. With every interaction she observed, she could see the pain in his eyes over not being able to really introduce her, knowing it would put her at risk. But deep down there was a mutual understanding between them that it was going to be inevitable that someone would find out, but neither of them thought it would be so soon.

With a sigh, she reluctantly walked towards the back where the other “bakers” worked the ovens and inspected shipments. While she organized bricks of cocaine for shipment, she felt her stomach drop as she realized she’d left her gloves in the front of the shop. She often hated the texture of the bricks as she packed them away, the fabric gloves being her only solace when she was given the task.

Swallowing hard, she nervously crept around the corner, eyeing Thomas Shelby and some of the other blinders in her fathers office as she continued, not noticing the man she collided with as she stumbled back slightly.

“Oi! I’m so sorry sir...wasn’t even fuckin’ looking.” She said, brushing a stray hair from her face and tightening her apron around her waist.

“No problem love, you alright?” He asked, looking concerned as he adjusted his well tailored suit.

“Y-yeah. Just looking for my gloves. I have to go.” She said, knowing she wasn’t supposed to be out for long while the blinders were there, yet trying to not look the dashing man in the eyes.

As she walked away, his eyes followed her to her station where she usually rolled dough and decorated pastries, grabbing her gloves which were tinted white from the previous cocaine shipment she handled earlier in the morning.

“Hey...miss? Before you go...what’s your name?” He asked, a crooked smile spreading across his features as she neared him.

“Uhm...it’s Y/N. What’s yours? You don’t look like you’re from ‘round here.” She said.

“I’m Michael, Michael Gray. I’m with the blinders.” He said.

“Oh....um, well I have to get going. It was nice meeting you...Michael.” She said, awkwardly putting on the gloves as he recognized the powder falling off them.

“What do you around here anyway? I know that’s not flour on those gloves.” He said with a smirk. She swallowed hard before answering, her eyes flicking to the window of her fathers office.

“Um...I bake, and...I organize things. Listen...I really do have to go. I’ll see you ‘round sometime, yeah?” She asked. He followed her gaze to the window, noticing the nervous look on her face.

“Alright. See you around, Y/N.” He said with a wink, walking back to his lookout spot in the corner.

She smirked slightly as she passed him, reluctantly heading straight to the back, the other workers paying her no mind as she resumed packing the bricks.

As she worked, she could hear shouts coming from her fathers office, her stomach tightening in knots at the tension she could see forming in the room. Thomas and him standing close to each other, most likely mumbling threats under their breaths. A few moments later, she saw the men exit the tattered room, putting their razored caps on and storming out the door. Michael ultimately leaving with them, but catching her staring as he looked back towards the room she was in. She smiled lightly as he smirked, shutting the door behind him.

She shook her head as she turned back, getting the rest of her packing done while shaking away the thought of someone like him ever taking an interest. She knew her father dealt in dangerous business, so she wasn’t afraid of the blinders and her father doing business necessarily, but she couldn’t deny that them feuding terrified her, knowing even one slip-up could put her or her father at risk. Blowing their years-long cover.

As she was lost in thought, Alfie walked down after they left, smiling as he grabbed a bottle of rum from one of the crates and locking it back.

“You don’t have to organize all those love. How about we go call it a day aye? I know you’re probably wanting summing’ because your old man made ya work back ‘ere all day.” He said. His words annoying to her ears as of late as she grew bored of her life at the shop and at home. One question forever buzzing in the back of her mind as she continued her monotonous tasks.

“I was wondering something....” She said, taking her gloves off and turning towards him.

“Yeah? Wondering about work or what? I’m all ears now you know.” He said, taking a swig from the bottle in his hand.

Her stomach tightened again as she looked her loving, yet over-protective father in the eyes.

“I was uh...wondering how you would feel if I moved out?” She asked, the thought barely working its way through her anxious mind before spewing out of her mouth.

“What?” He asked, his eyes squinting as he cocked his head to the side.

“I-I just think since I’m an adult now, I’d like to have a place of my own. That way I won’t come between ya and the business as much. I’m tired of hiding, dad.” She said, throwing the gloves on the table as she sat next to him.

“What devils gotten into your bones? Have you been sniffing the snow or drinking me rum?” He asked.

“No dad....I just...I just want to be more independent that’s all.” She said.

“I’ll tell ya what...if you pack the snow for the next month I’ll up your pay so you can get you a place. I’ll chip in some too but getting it on your own will be good for ya. I taught you to shoot but I didn’t teach ya about life aye?” He said.

“No not really. But spare me the lectures. Let’s get home. I’m starving.” She said.

“Alright. Let’s get on with it then.” He said, walking with his cane as they made their way to the car.

As the next few weeks passed, she found herself going into work with a smile. Knowing she’d get to work towards her own place, and for the chance to see the dapper blinder who’d been making regular appearances lately, and to her surprise, for more than business reasons.

He’d been sent by Thomas to crunch numbers and talk bets with Alfie, knowing that he was sent to handle more of the legitimate business than the illegal stuff.

But if Y/N learned anything throughout her years, it was knowing when to make herself known.

She waited until Alfie closed his office door, watching Michael walk down the creaky steps as she did a small whistle.

He turned around and grinned, walking towards her, as was becoming their habit recently.

“Y/N, didn’t think you were here, love. Must’ve been in the back again aye?” He asked, quietly. She nodded and led him to one of the women’s lavatories.

“W-why are we in here? I haven’t even taken you on a date.” He asked, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“Shh. There’s no other place right now for us to go. I haven’t told him.” She said.

“Told who?” He asked.

“My-my father. Alfie.” She said, nervously biting her lip as she removed her hand from his. Crossing her arms over her chest.

“Wait...your father is Alfie fucking Solomons?” He asked, his face hardening at the fact. His usual happy demeanor fading.

“Well, adoptive father. He uh adopted me when I was 16 from an orphanage ’round here. He wanted to protect me...from uh...people like you. I guess he’s had some bad history with the blinders and other groups so I’ve been most my life, just working here to pass the time.” She said.

“People like me? What...are you afraid of me?” He asked.

“What? No! I’ve been around dangerous men all my life. I’m just saying that your blinder cousins may not take a liking to me and neither will my father to you. I just have a bad feeling about it.” She said.

“So...what are we to do? Fucking talk in the bathroom every week or what?” He asked, a small smirk playing at his lips.

“We’ll do what I do best. We’ll have to hide.” She said. He looked at her with a confused expression as he put his hand on her hips.

“I get off at 4pm and my father won’t be home until late at night. I usually go straight home, but meet me at the warehouse later around 7pm, yeah?” She asked, seeing him smirk.

“Michael I’m deadly serious. If Thomas or my father finds out we’re as good as dead.” She said.

“Fine...I’ll meet you, but I want you to bring some of the snow. Can you sneak it out?” He asked.

“Yeah. Alright, now go, the workers are coming down the hall.” She said, hearing the plethora of Alfie’s men stomping down the dark hall, making it easier for Michael to slip out un-noticed.

“See you then, Y/N.” He said, pecking her cheek before he left.

She rubbed the spot, her cheeks flushing at the brief contact.

“Y/N?” Alfie’s voice rang from the hall, making her heart race as she thought of all the reasons he could be asking for her, internally praying that it wasn’t because he caught Michael leaving.

“Yeah dad?” She asked, quickly stepping out of the restroom.

“Thought ya ran off love. I was just gonna remind ya I’m working late again.” He said.

“Alright, how many nights are you working late?” She asked.

“Well, probably every day for this month. Thomas and the rest of his blinders are damn near making me lose me mind.” He said.

“Oh...ok. Well I’ll keep an eye on Cyril then. Is it ok if I go out to the shops later? Been wanting to stock up for the new place, for whenever I get it.” She said.

“I mean I’m not going to be there so I can’t stop ya can’t I? You can but remember your gun and that knife. You remember how to use it aye?” He asked.

“Yes dad, I can’t really forget stabbing a man for you, nor can I forget putting a bullet through his head.” She said, shivering slightly at the memory of when things got tense at the shop with a disgruntled employee. Alfie had beaten the man unconscious and dragged the man to the back, telling her that it would be good practice. And it was, but after it was done, she vowed to herself that she’d never use such weapons unless she had to.

“Right, well I have to go deal with some business. I’ll let you off at 4 like usual alright?” He asked.

“Okay, thanks dad. I’ll see you...I guess tomorrow depending on how late you get in.” She said giving him a hug before walking back to her station.

The last few hours dragged on as she reminisced over the past couple of weeks. Her heart skipped a beat thinking about how they’d secretly talk and make out behind the shop where her dad couldn’t see, and how on days like today she had to drag him into the restroom as her heart beat out of her chest at the rebelliousness of it all. It was nothing compared to what she planned to get away with tonight, and for hopefully weeks to come, but it was a small step towards her independence, even if they had to hide their relationship from the world.

As the clock struck 4 she headed towards the back of the building, snagging a bottle of rum from an opened crate and replacing it with one that had just came off the line for the night. Shoving the bottle in her purse as she grabbed a rather small brick of cocaine, it being one of the various runts in the pile they’d received that day.

With quick steps, she went out the door and down to the car that was waiting for her. The purse growing slightly heavy as she continued on. Her father didn’t want her walking home alone of course, and so he arranged for one of his men to routinely take her home, ultimately becoming a blessing and a curse for her independence she was so desperately trying to achieve.

“Hello Tim, I have an odd request today.” She said, counting the huge wad of cash in her purse she’d managed to save up well before asking about apartments

“What’s that Ms.Solomons?” He asked, hid old face wrinkling with a smile.

“Can we stop by the housing department? I’ve had my eye on an apartment for a few weeks. Don’t worry though, I’ve already gotten my fathers approval.” She said, pulling off her biggest lie yet.

“Alright, after that do you wish to go home? He asked.

“Yes please.” She said, watching as the streets zipped by.

Once at the housing department, she told the landlord where she’d like to stay and she followed her to the requested location. Her eyes lit up as she saw the rather grand place. It was just close enough that her father needn’t worry too much while also being just enough of a distance away from the shops she loved going to. It was a rather safe area given the town and her fathers plethora of men protecting her, but she enjoyed the new sense of independence as she gave the woman a cash deposit, along with enough for the years rent.

The woman’s eyes lit up as she saw the amount of cash, Y/N rather un-phased given her fathers business.

“Are you sure Ms.? This is so much in advance.” She said.

“Yes. When shall I move in?” She asked. Checking her watch and seeing it was just after 5pm.

“Oh I’d say ‘round any time next week. Here’s your key, just drop by before you begin moving in.” She said with a smile as she got in her car and left.

“Alright Tim, I’m ready to go home.” She said, a satisfied smile on her face.

“I’m impressed. You got this place yourself? Alfie must be proud.” He said.

“Mhmm.” Y/N said, nervously fidgeting with her hands as she remembered the lie. He’d have her neck if he knew she’d already bought the place earlier than he would’ve liked. But what could it hurt?

The minutes passed rather quickly as she was dropped off at her house, walking inside to see Cyril’s tail wagging as she came through the front door. The house was dimly lit and quiet, just as she’d left it that morning. She played with him and made sure his water bowl was filled, seeing as the maid would help feed him later, but she still loved helping wherever she could.

“Ms. Y/N, I have your dress ready. I’ll feed the dog later and make sure the house is kept before leaving. I hope you enjoy your date.” The older woman said, a genuine smile on her face.

“Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much you’ve helped me these last few weeks. Here.” She said, giving her a few slips of cash from her purse.

“Just as a thank you. I’ll be moving in next week to my apartment. Dad doesn’t know though so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell him.” She said.

The maids eyes widened at the cash in her hand, agreeing with a small smile and a quick nod before returning to her duties. As much as she loved this house, she wanted to do things on her own terms. She wanted to meet people on her own terms, and finally not hide herself. To make more friends than just the maid. To start actually living.

With an excited smile she ran up the stairs, putting the casual dress on and doing her makeup, deciding to leave her hair as-is, then anxiously making her way outside. The purses weight tugging at her shoulder as she walked down the quiet streets, her gun in her purse and her small knife in hand.

Once she neared the warehouse, she sat around the back, taking a swig of the rum before Michael got there to calm her nerves.

She watched the sun set over Camden Town, the birds songs ending as the insects buzzed about, the air turning a bit colder as she looked at her watch. It was just after 7pm, her heart sinking in her chest as she thought he’d stood her up. But after a few moments, she heard footsteps, making her panic slightly not knowing who was behind them. She carefully drew her gun, aiming at the man as he walked closer, his hands soon up in surrender.

“Y/N? It’s me. Michael.” He said, a smirk on his face, lowering his hands.

“I figured you were ‘round back, didn’t think you’d try to shoot me though.” He said.

“Sorry. You never know out here.” She said, putting her gun away and retrieving the cocaine and rum.

“You carried all that here? I’m impressed.” He said, inspecting the cocaine as she opened the bottle, taking another swig from it. She cringed internally as the liquid burned her throat. She’d only drank a few times, not to any huge extent, but now that she was older and more capable, she figured she at least could drink how she pleased.

“How’d you score this rum?” He asked, taking a swig from the bottle as well.

“I stole it from my dads stash in the back. And that coke is one of the runts of the batch, it was too small to pack in the big crates. Figured I’d bring the whole thing since you seemed to know about it a couple weeks ago.” She said, smirking at the memory of their first awkward meeting.

“Have you tried it?” He asked, leaning back against the wall of the warehouse.

“No.” She said turning away from his gaze as she nervously brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“It’s easy. Watch.” He said, unwrapping it and shaving off a sliver of the white substance with her knife. He sat it on top of the brick and made sure it was all crushed, forming it in a straight line.

He handed her the brick carefully as she held it up towards his face, him inhaling the powder through his nose in one fell swoop.

“You want me to shove that shit up my nose? Are you mad?” She asked, giggling as she took another swig from the rum.

“Yeah. Can’t hide from everything love.” He said, his words hitting home probably more than he realized.

“Alright, if I die, my fathers gonna have your head on a spike.” She said.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He said, preparing a smaller amount of the drug and holding it up to where she could inhale it through her nose. Her nostril burned as she did so, the foreign particles lacing their way through her system.

She laughed and shook her head, wiping her nose of any excess powder as she looked up at Michael who was chuckling slightly.

“That was so odd. I’m not doing that again. Not right now anyway.” She said, handing him the bottle of rum as she curled up next to him. It had only been about a month since they’d met, but even then, their interactions became more frequent.

Over the next few weeks, it was as if they’d known each other for years the way they got on. His aunt Polly eventually seeing a spark in his eye that wasn’t there before, and the same went for Alfie.

“You’ve met someone. I can tell.” Polly said one night, catching him coming in drunk on more than one occasion.

“Yeah I did. Tommy can’t do anything about it. It’s not his concern so don’t go telling him.” He said as he stumbled into the house.

As Michael grappled with the weight of seeing an adversaries daughter, Y/N had gradually moved things into her apartment with the help of her driver, all under her fathers nose. But she knew that once her room was more vacant, he’d catch on. Knowing if the blinders didn’t anger him enough, her leaving suddenly surely would.

One night after a drunken date with her mystery boyfriend, Alfie confronted her. Holding the small brick they’d chipped away at over the previous weeks.

“Oi! You wanna explain this? No daughter of mine is going to be sneaking drugs in me house. Do you really think I’m dumb? Cuz I guarantee you I’m not. This can’t happen. Not under my roof.” He said, lighting his cigar.

“Well if you didn’t want to pack it anyway I thought I might as well put it to good use. But uh, I’ll be sneaking it under me own roof from now on. I’ve bought a place if you couldn’t already tell from barging in my room to find that.” She said, folding her arms like she often did when she was frustrated.

Alfie stepped closer to her, his eyes not leaving hers as she barely flinched.

“I’ll find out who you’re doing all this for. Once I do, you’ll wish ya never stole a thing.” He said, walking towards his chair he usually sat on in their grand living room.

Y/N shook her head and chuckled to herself, stomping off towards her room. Her mind raced as she thought about what to do, grabbing what was left of her clothes and hurling them into her suitcases, deciding to leave the house for good in the morning.

Alfie sighed and sat back in his chair as he heard Y/N rummaging around upstairs. The sweet girl he helped raise all of a sudden wanting to leave the nest.

It seemed like everything was fine in their lives until the peaky fucking blinders waltzed into his shop. Not caring who they destroyed as long as they got their money, their rum, or their drugs.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders fanfic #michael gray x female!reader #michael gray x reader #michael gray x y/n #michael gray #katiesfics #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x adopted daughter!reader

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Whatever Day it is Today Stumped Day 36

It’s another Sunday ?? Stumped Day!

Sometimes we straight out get stumped. So every few months we will pick a Sunday when we’ll post of a list of asks that we need your help on.

In this round, we are focusing on asks for specific stories. If your ask for a more general “type of” story is not included, it does not mean we are ignoring it, it just means we need more time to research and answer these asks.

If you know the answer to any of these asks please shoot us a message/ ask/ with the Post number and the fic details and we’ll add it and give you a shout out with our thanks. Any links you can provide will also be super helpful.

Thanks!

Post 1 , Post 2 , Post 3, Post 4, Post 5, Post 6, Post 7, Post 8, Post 9, Post 10, Post 11, Post 12, Post 13, Post 14, Post 15, Post 16, Post 17, Post 18, Post 19, Post 20, Post 21, Post 22 , Post 23, Post 24, Post 25, Post 26, Post 27, Post 28, Post 29 , Post 30, Post 31, Post 32, Post 33, Post 34 and Post 35 can be found here - and there are still fics we need your help with.

597. weepingmilkshakesandwich asked:there's a fic that I can't find where Peeta takes Katniss to the lake and Effie gives Katniss a bikini that becomes transparent in the water, but Katniss has no idea. Could you help me find it?

598. weepingmilkshakesandwich asked:any where k and p go to the hob and sae makes fun of them?

599. eversnarkly asked:Hey! I was wondering if you could help me find this story that focuses on Katniss only dating older guys and eventually dating Peeta's older brother, until she discovers that he's immature and then gets with Peeta, who's her age. I think it was posted on tumblr as a one-shot and also features Rue as her friend. Rue's brother is Thresh, who's older and dated Katniss in the past. Thanks!

FOUND! Closing the (Age) Gap - Savvylark (Thank you, @daydreamsandcaffeine!)

600. alwayseverlark asked:Hello!! As always thanks so much for your work! This is the best blog ever!!I am looking for a AU- modern setting, where Katniss returns to her town and Peeta is going to marry Delly, but Katniss still loves Peeta (I’m not sure if she never told him or broke with him), they have a conversation in the back door of the bakery (they are sit down on the stairs)Does it ring a bell?

601. myminemind asked:Hi! I was wondering if you'd help me find an everlark fic I think it's in ff . net where katniss and peeta's daughter was attacked when she played in the woods..? I think the daughter's name is Grace but I might mix it up with other fanfic I read.. it's been a long time but I'd love to rediscover it if possible thank you so much for all that you do!! :)

602. crazedfangirlofmanythings asked:Hi, Hi yall! Been a bit but I'm lost. I'm not sure we're i read it, but its where Katniss and Gale go out into the woods. The have to keep away and Peeta is taken in the Capitol. She finds out she's pregnant and has to lie to the world that its Peeta even thought she doesn't love him. Anyone got ideas? It's killing me!

FOUND! Could this be Spectator by FanficAllergy? (Thank you, @rosefyrefyre!)

603. acromioclavicular3 asked:Hi! I think I left an ask of this before but I kinda remember some more details.I was looking for this smutty fic where Katniss and Peeta are having dinner, possibly celebrating an anniversary or a birthday. Katniss gets jealous at a waitress.They go home. Katniss is upset and in their bedroom Peeta asks why. She reveals that it's because Peeta was giving the waitress a smile that was hers, that was only meant for Katniss. As they begin to undress Peeta reaizes Katniss isn't wearing anything underneath the dress the whole time.Peeta proceeds to make it up to Katniss by seductively removing her clothes for her and touching her slowly saying things like "these eyes are yours" as he looks at her, "these hands are yours" as he dips his fingers between her legs....Basically Peeta saying that everything he is is "yours" to Katniss.I thank you in advance!

604. stupidsatsuma asked:Hello! The fic I’m looking for is one that, if I recall correctly, was an angsty story with a happy ending. Pretty sure it’s a neighbors style AU, but one where Peeta is slightly older. Katniss always wanted him to be her first, but then he goes off to college and I think she ends up asking another one of their friends (maybe Finnick??) to be her first. I can’t remember if she follows through with this other guy or not, but I am sure it was everlark endgame (because of course!) it just was a bit of a trip to get there. Maybe I overlooked it on one of the master lists, or maybe I’m even getting my fandoms mixed up? (Entirely possible, there are so many to keep track of...) Either way, thanks in advance and have a great day!

605. allflowerscatchthesunlight asked:Hey! I’m looking for a fic that was on ffnet. Katniss gets pregnant with peetas baby between catching fire and mockingjay. Peeta I think was captured then returned. When the baby is born and after the war when they’re in district twelve katniss becomes distant and lives alone in her victors house. Peeta ends up taking care of the toddler girl. Katniss slowly rebuilds her relationship with them both. Really sad :(

606. sweetjentlehome asked:hey! im looking for this fic: it is about gale’s pov watching peeta comfort katniss after a nightmare at night. there’s no dialogue between katniss and peeta as gale cannot hear them, and i also remember that it was like snowing so peeta wraps his scarf around katniss neck and the next morning in the everdeen home prim comments on the scarf. im so sorry this sounds so confusing

FOUND! Gale’s Window - JavisTG

607. supreme-doritos asked:Hi! first off i just wanna say your page is amazing!! ive read so many ffics bc of it so thank you <3 i was wondering if you know of any catching fire fics where katniss isn't as naive and actually sorta knows whats going on/is more aware that her actions have consequences? also do you know of any fics where katniss is friends with the other victors (eg she won before the 74th games or she is just nicer etc lol)? thank you so much!! :)

608. luckyphoenix asked:Hi! Are there any fics where Peeta has a nickname (From family, friends, or K)? I’ve read some where he’s called peanut by his dad or angel by K but I can’t remember where?

His dad calls him Peanut in these:

See Right Through My Walls - HPfanonezillion

Catch Me As I Fall - HPfanonezillion

Katniss calls Peeta “Peanut” in this one:

Fifty Shades of Peeta - mrspeetamellark

609. makennalovessunshine asked:I know there are a lot of fics that show the affects of Peetas abuse from the capitol but do you know of any that show the effects of his moms abuse. Like flinching when someone makes a gesture cause his first thought is that there going to hit him or anything simialar?💚

Let Me Fly - FanficAllergy & RoseFyreFyre

610. emilythelegend asked:Any touch starved katniss fics??

611. atfhj asked:Hi! Do you know of the story where Katniss was dating Gale and Peeta was Gale’s apartment neighbor. I think it started with Katniss showing up in a trench coat (w nothing under) on Peeta’s door instead of Gale’s. Also, do you know one where Katniss is Peeta’s personal assistant? I remember one where Peeta was older than Katniss and they both went to Finnick and Annie’s wedding, which was back in Peeta’s hometown.

FOUND!1) Rain, come again - orphan_account (Thank you, @emilia206!)

- or -

This ficlet - atetheredmind (Thank you, @allie-rose!)

2) Baked - peetazeus (Thank you, @finnickfoxes!)

612. stonyspideypool asked:Hey! I can't remember what this fanfic is called but it is explicit. And katniss and peeta are in college I think they are best friends.. or it might be gale and katniss but she gives him a blowjob when he's trying to work or somethin and gale walks in but he doesn't know I can't remember what it's called.. there's also another one where she does it in the bakery. Sorry I can't remember 😅LOVE THE BLOG BTW❤💙❤💙

FOUND! Part of this sounds like the second chapter of Saint Peeta by thegirlonpeetamellark. (Thank you, @bellairestrella!)

Do any of these fics ring a bell? Please let us know!

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Earth, Wind, and Coffee: Chapter Three Analysis

chapter one analysis | chapter two analysis

back again for another chapter analysis. i think ive been looking forward to this chapter the most, it’s where some big decisions were made!!! this analysis is a long one, i hope that’s all right! i kinda got carried away. so, let’s dive right in, shall we?

some fun stuff before we start!

chapter three was supposed to be the last chapter of the fic

idk if any of you were there when i first started writing this fic, but it was only going to be three chapters with a possible epilogue. however, everything changed when i finished the end of chapter two. (lil atla reference there for ya) (sorry i know that was bad, moving on). like i said in my last analysis, i had an idea of what i wanted to happen (the separation of korrasami) so that they could come back together. it was just a matter of what separates them. so, i’m not sure where i got the panic attack idea but once i did, the rest of the story changed. i realized i couldn’t quite possibly finish the story in one chapter so i split the ideas i had and decided on it being four chapters

now, this being said, maaaaajor changes were made in my story outline. most notably: korrasami was going to be a couple in this chapter

this was originally going to be a full fledged “they meet, they get to know each other, they fall in love, happily every after” but the thing was, i planned on treating their romance as korra’s recovery; that being with asami is what made korra better, that all she needed was a partner, someone to love, and that is not what i wanted to portray with this story. i’ve never been a fan of stories that give a character a love interest and all of sudden their problems are fixed and they’re completely happy, and here i was about to do just that. i knew i’d never respect myself if i continued down this narrative, and when chapter two ended with korra’s panic attack, i realized her growth needed better love and attention. so, i changed what happened and gave her some therapy

this change in the storyline also let me explore more of kuvopal !!! (is that their ship name?)

so, back to LOVE WITCH for a second (because that glorious fic really did steal my heart) not only did it make me love kuvira’s character more, it also got me into the kuvopal relationship! and yet again, i wanted my own go at it. with the original timeline, there was just no space for me to include the lil bread crumbs of their relationship. however, however, however; by splitting the ending between two chapters (and adding some stuff in between) i was able to lay some foundation for them, which im very happy about :)

into the chapter we go:

let’s talk about the meeting! the whole reason this fic came to be! i’ll start by saying i always knew the project was going to get pulled out from under asami. 1) because thats some angsty/hurt shit right there and im a sucker for writing angst 2) i didn’t feel like creating a whole ass presentation because knowing my ass i would’ve made a powerpoint about it so i had every detail down to the font asami used and 3) getting the presentation taken away from asami was a pivotal point in her character arc.

i actually started the chapter in two different ways. at first, i’d written her whole entire morning with there always being one thing that was off. like, instead of a perfect omelette, it was going to split and asami would’ve had a scramble, still good, but not her favorite. instead of going through all green lights on her way to work, asami was gonna meet every. single. red. light. i would’ve gone through with this if it hadn’t felt strange; i wanted to give the impression that something bad was going to happen but i felt like having something go wrong with every thing in her morning was gonna be a dead give away that some even bigger big bad was about to happen, if that makes sense. so instead, i went with the picture perfect scenario, almost too perfect, if you ask me. and indeed, it was too perfect, because hiroshi was too much of a coward to tell his daughter any sooner that his board agreed to get a new presenter

im just gonna cite a bunch of my favorite lines/bits from this chapter because i really enjoyed writing it xD

Iroh has already begun but Asami hears no words, only a blaring ring in her ears. Her face feels hot and she wonders how red she is. She stares at the black binder, notes the natural grooves and curves of the material, the plastic covering over top of it, the metal spine peaking out at the bottom. She’s only brought out of it’s dark trance when she feels a hand be placed on her arm; Kuvira.

when you’re upset, do you ever just, hyper focus on one thing and its like you’re analyzing it under a microscope for the first time? yes? no? well, i do that, and personally, i do because if i focus on my anger/hurt emotions any more, im going to explode and i dont want to explode. so, this instance about looking at the grooves in the binder and each of the components of it just hits with me, idk if does with you too, but like bruuh.

Asami has her hand over her mouth, silently sobbing, feeling as if she’ll throw up. She leans her head on her wheel, her mind wanders to what could’ve been, what should’ve been. She feels as if her car is closing in on her, that the metal is compacting. The seatbelt keeps her locked down to the driver’s seat and she can’t leave if she wants to. The Satomobile holds her hostage and she lets it. Even while it’s hurting her, even while it’s harshly molding itself onto her, she stays at her father’s heel because, what else is she to do?

this is one of my favorite things ive ever done with asami’s character, is using future industries/satomobiles as a sort of vehicle (heh) for her relationship with her dad. this paragraph just kind of hurts, but the good hurt? but also not good hurt? it’s just, (and not me over here boasting about my writing or anything) it’s so poetic that she has this breakdown and she’s so upset with her dad, i mean “what should’ve been” like, asami KNOWS that the shit that’s just happened is more than wrong, yet asami is still somehow wondering how she can please her dad and it’s in the literal legacy hiroshi built for himself. “she stays at her father’s heel because, what else is she to do?” i remember writing that and being like “shit, am i really gonna do this? yeah” ugh, i could go on forever about how i love this section, but i’ll stop here for now.

Asami begins yelling, screaming at the top of her lungs, letting all the thoughts, all the insecurities her father gave her finally be released into the world. Kuvira lets her, simply nodding and following along on the couch while Asami paces her living room. She spews out word after word, about the work, about the presentation, about Iroh, his position, her position, the company, the CEO, and she only stops when she feels the weight of her father rest on her shoulders.

back with more diction; i really love this paragraph because of how we circle back to hiroshi. note how i first say “the CEO” and then a few words later say “her father” because, in a way, this is asami’s confession that hiroshi is CEO first and father second, if i haven’t already explicitly said so. it’s so heart wrenching and sad but my favorite thing about it is this isn’t even about korra. like THIS right here is a prime example about how i realized this fic became more than just a love story. in the planning stages of this fic, asami was going to go through getting the presentation taken away from her, but what was she going to focus more on? the fact that korra wasn’t around anymore. and yes, asami still does think about korra after this, but so much more happens for her. asami gets to know kuvira more, asami gets to know her lab partners more, (and my personal hc is that they’ve all been lab partners for two years and only NOW asami is getting to be friends with them in their senior year, but hey, better late than never!) and to me, what’s even better, is that a bunch of realizations come to asami w/o korra being there. asami is growing and the idea of being able to grow without needing to have a partner in order to grow is so important to me, not only for the fact that growth should be endless and something you do all the time for yourself, but asami literally wants to share it with korra. not boast about changing and growing and becoming better, but just be better with korra. sdlfakds i swear, im fangirling over my own writing, oops

okay, moving on from The Meeting and onto the rest of the chapter

this dock scene was also another part i wrote beforehand and it had a completely different ending in that asami was going to ask korra out on a date. of course, korra would’ve said yes, and then yay yay happy ending. this didn’t happen and i’m glad it didn’t. in one version of this dock scene, asami was actually going to be upset with korra for disappearing, and even worse, mad that korra wasn’t there to comfort her after the presentation. oof, i know. so so glad i didn’t continue down that line, cause it is toxic, and my girls aren’t like that at all.

Once Korra’s eyes meet hers, Asami says, “That doesn’t mean you always have to be on your own.” She smiles at Korra, at the girl who’s turned her world upside down. Her hand remains on Korra’s cheek and she feels the girl sink into her palm. “I’ll be here for you, and it seems like Tenzin will be too, what with saying he was calling you more. And you have his family, and your own family, even though they’re away, they’re here to support you, we all are. You can still be strong and turn to other people for help. It takes great strength to ask for help and I know for a fact you’re strong enough, those bags of coffee beans were nothing for you.”

i like this line of dialogue here for a few reasons, mostly because asami is so soft and so right and the joke at the really helped lighten the mood but didn’t take away from what she’d just said before. i don’t have too much else about the Reunions section, though if you guys have any questions or anything you wanna point out, please do so! i think what i will say is that i tried to be as real and gentle with korra’s progression. i was so nitpicky about everything i wrote because i didn’t want to get any of it wrong or over dramatized or fake. recovery from anything is so important and it takes time and it’s not a straight line so i hope i did a good job with it the rest of the fic.

moving on, i love the found family trope and this leads me into the next section, New Friends

when i think about this section, i like how soft it is, and i really enjoy the ending bits: korra recounting memories from the south, asami meeting tenzin. i think what i like about the end of this chapter is that, it kind of leaves the question: what’s next?

asami has grown, she’s changed, she sees the errors of her father’s ways but she’s not excusing them. korra has grown, she’s changing, she’s taken the first step in recovery. now it’s just a matter of, what happens with this growth now. and i really loved how i wrapped up the fic in the next and last chapter, so i hope you enjoy it too :))

honorable mentions:

there were a lot of changes in this chapter and one of them got changed twice! korra was gonna get a therapist but then i was like, we gotta get the krew together, and then i was like supppppoorttttt grouuuppppp, because lets be honest, all the krew has stuff they need to work through, and i know therapy isn’t for everyone, but mental health is so vital and important. asami is an advocate for therapy in the chapter but there are also other means to take care of yourself and your mental health and while i’ve never been to a support group, i understand finding comfort in knowing you’re not alone.

i guess what i’m trying to say is please take care of yourself and dont be afraid to lean on others. i know not everyone has the means to get a therapist/psychiatrist and i know that your friends aren’t made to only be your therapist. buuuut, don’t be afraid to reach out, there’s nothing wrong with needing help and support :)

anything i would’ve wanted to change?

honestly, i think the only thing i would’ve wanted to change was mako’s speech during the support group meeting. for me, it was a lil bit too poetically out of character. not to say i want to change the content, but rather the manner in which it’s presented. other than that though, i really loved writing this chapter :)

so this analysis was reeeaaaalllly long, i understand if not everyone made it to end. anyways, thanks so much for reading this analysis and the fic! once again, i’m very much open to questions and any comments, i love them very much! i’ll see you guys in the next analysis of the final chapter :)

#ricewrites #earth wind and coffee #coffee shop au #chapter analysis #writing analysis #korrasami #korrasami fic #korra #asami sato #lok

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First of all, CONGRATS on finishing your first year!!!!!! Second, what are your thoughts on the fact that the obx writers have about 4 or 5 seasons planned -- what do you think they would fill those seasons with?? Basically, what is the shows continued plot and esp what happens w jarah b?

ok ok i have lots of thoughts!

(also thank you so much! i am very glad to be finished)

things that (i think) need to be covered in seasons 2-4?5?

the gold: what happened to it in the bahamas? do the pogues get it back? are they allowed to keep it at all? i feel like the gold could carry for at least another season if not more

the camerons: pardon my french, but that family is fucked. i want to see rafe and ward go down (rafe needs some therapy and rehab while ward can go to jail) (also i saw a hot take where sherrif peterkin is not dead bc she was never explicitly said to be dead? so maybe rafe is not a murderer but he still shot someone on purpose). how does sarah deal with her dad and brother? also ward is a very good villan i would love to see him involved (from a jail cell) for several seasons, maybe trying to meddle in his children’s lives

POGUE REUNION! i will be very mad if they keep the pogues apart for long. if they find and get to keep the gold, what do they do with it? do they go full kook? (i hope they don’t, but i’d love to see how their lives change when they go from having to work 2 jobs to stay afloat to having a lot of money available, it would definitley change the pogue vs kook dynamic)

establishing kie, jj, and pope as individuals: give me insight into kie’s kook year, show me jj’s talents and passion, give me MORE DEPTH to pope than just the level headed brains of the group. i feel like we got to know them pretty well but not at all season one. and as much as i will hate watching it, the pogues need to have some infighting i think. give me some going their separate ways when they think john b and sarah are dead and then finding each other when they need each other most type shit! (also i’ve seen gay/bi jj stuff swirling around the interwebs recently and i do not hate it.)

jarah b. (more to come on this later)

relationships (romantic and otherwise) outside of the pogues (i don’t ship kie with pope or jj, sorry guys... GIVE HER A GIRLFRIEND!)

topper neutralization/redemption arc: at the very least i want topper to stop fighting the pogues. once the cameron family shit hits the fan he’ll realize how fucked some kooks are and hopefully be chill, if not friends, with the pogues. i also need this boy to realize that he was not in love with sarah like he thought he was. i think that him seeing sarah with john b will make him realize that he didn’t really know her

john b and sarah’s return: this is gonna be tricky, they broke a LOT of laws in the last few eps of season one. i want them to come home at LEAST before season 3 (ideally early/mid season 2), but i don’t want them to go to jail and stuff. also DCS CANNOT TAKE JOHN B AWAY (although i could see the show going in that direction and making a major plot point be the fact that the pogues are reunited only to be separated)

give jj a loving home: no i didn’t forget about jj’s ass of a dad. that man can rot in hell. jj needs a loving home. (possibly with pope?) also hot take what if lana grubbs took him in as like a foster parent. i have nothing to support that idea but anything’s possible right?

i need jarah b to be endgame

i am going to be VERY DISAPPOINTED if jarah b is not endgame

honestly i’d even hate them breaking up temporarily

i do, however, want to see them grow as individuals

we don’t really know anything about sarah and i really want to get to know her as an individual

also i hate to admit it but john b wasn’t the best guy at all times (i refuse to agree with the “john b is a shitty friend and bad guy” people out there but i will acknowledge that he handled some things poorly) so i’d like to see him learn from his mistakes and become a really great guy (that he already is... but like more mature and self aware)

these kids have just been through so much and i love them together. let them be happy.

(you cannot convince me that john b hasn’t crushed on sarah for years) (that look at the boneyard kegger...) (that is pining right there)

so here’s what i think might happen:

SEASON TWO: we get some bahamas content with jarah b and the gold while the pogues think they’re dead and the camerons get fucked in the obx. we end with a pogue reunion but we’re unsure about the gold and john b and the law

SEASON THREE: we get some legal stuff and the gold (hopefully) things are weird and the class wars dynamic is odd because the pogues now have money. ward cameron is trying to get in his daughter’s good graces. we end with the new lifestyle (from being rich) causing issues in the pogues

SEASON FOUR: i believe this would be their senior year/ them turning 18!! the future is looming: college for pope, sarah, and kie and jj and john b never planned for that. there’s still residual tensions from last season. the pogues realize that the life as they know it is coming to a close and things are a bit sad

SEASON FIVE: idk what would happen here honestly. college? jj stuck in the obx? jj goes to vocational school or community college (i go to a 4 year, prestigious university but will be the first to tell you that college is not the only road to success and that community college is still college and a great way to get where you want to go however you are able)

honestly thank you so much for asking this... i’m gonna try to remember to look back at this post when all is said and done with the show and see if i got anything right :)

#end o school celebration!#jj maybank #john b routledge #john b x sarah #sarah x john b #john b obx #outerbanks #sarah cameron #madelyn cline #jj x kiara #mimi speaks #my obx predictions

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Indie 5-0: 5 Questions with Eric Selby

Eric Selby has been making waves with his new single "Arise." The single is taken from his new album "WHERE YOU BORN AT?" which is out now.

Listen in here: https://soundcloud.com/eric-selby-9647853/arise/s-2E3zXNLjUTy

In 2021, Eric was named a "Finalist" by the WAMMIE AWARDS for "Best Folk Artist" and his "Do, Baby." record was also named a "Finalist" for "Best Folk Album," "Best Pop Album" and "Best Rock Album." Eric has performed live and recorded with many talented artists, including: Billy Thompson (Little Milton, Albert King, Art Neville), Don Côqayohômuwôk Chapman (Firefall's Larry Burnett & Rick Roberts, America), Ron Holloway (Warren Haynes, Dizzy Gillespie, The Allman Brothers, Sonny Rollins, Tedeschi/Trucks), Daryl Johnson (The Neville Brothers, Daniel Lanois, Emmylou Harris, U2, Bob Dylan), James East (Elton John, Lionel Richie, Eric Clapton), Warner Williams (Piedmont blues legend, 2012 NEA National Heritage Fellowship Winner), Drink Small (Piedmont blues legend, 2015 NEA National Heritage Fellowship Winner), Bill Payne (Little Feat, J.J. Cale, The Doobie Brothers), Lenny Castro (Adele, The Rolling Stones, Steely Dan, Maroon 5, Stevie Wonder) and Mike Finnigan (Jimi Hendrix, Joe Cocker), to name a few.

We had a chance to catch up with Eric for an exclusive interview you’ll find below.

1. What prompted you to write Arise? What does this song mean to you?

With “ARISE” co-written with Don Chapman (who has played with such amazing bands as America and Rick Roberts & Larry Burnett of Firefall), when I was writing the lyrics, I was thinking about the internal struggle someone who is battling addiction must face each day. Thankfully, I have never had this struggle, but I certainly know those who have, and thought about the internal conversations they must have between the addiction (darkness) and the true self (light). I say “Arise” and “Ascend” …but, to what?: Is it being high again, death or sobriety? I suppose that is for each listener to determine on their own.

I also sing or say “Tick-Toc” nine times in this song. I’m not talking about the social app but maybe that would work too for addiction (lol). “Tic-Toc” in this song, represents time ticking down…but, again, to what? Is it to getting high again, until death or to your first day of sobriety? That, too, is absolutely for the listener to determine. Heck, I don’t even know the answer to those questions, and I don’t think I am supposed to exactly know.

In the chorus, I sing:

“I know it’s never been easy

No one ever said it would be

Days long but still time flies

High time for you to Arise”

I am intentionally leaving it ambiguous. “I know it’s never been easy”…to what? Is it hard to be addicted? Is it hard to get sober? The answer, in this scenario, is yes to both, so listeners can determine the perspective for themselves. Then I share that even though the days seem long, time continues to move quickly, so be completely aware of what you are doing with this time we all are given because, before long, it’s… ”high time for you to Arise.”

2. How has your work with a vast variety of artists impacted your songwriting?

My work with the amazing artists that I’ve had the pleasure to work with has impacted by songwriting significantly. I’ve had the opportunity to watch, listen and, at times, take part in the songwriting processes with some incredibly talented artists. The exposure to the work of these artists, like Billy Thompson and Don Chapman, provided me with a significant education in building a song from the ground, knowing if/when to place a bridge, how to arrange the placement of parts to crescendo the vibe and deliver all of the “feels.”

Also, working with great producers, like Marco Delmar, showed me how important producing the song properly is vital to conveying the intended message. I grew up listening to The Beatles, Pink Floyd, The Dandy Warhols, XTC, Brian Wilson and Radiohead, to name a few. I was always intrigued how these bands used and even maximized production in conveying the message of the music as much as with the instruments themselves. Because of this, and learning from such great musician/producers, like Marco, many of my tunes incorporate this same mindset. If used creatively, I think the additional sound effects, vibes and tones that are layered into the song can really help deliver the “feels” that I think can be important in conveying the mood that I am trying to get across to the listener. “ARISE” is a great example of how we used production creatively to convey a mood.

3. Have your daughter’s changed the way you write songs? How so?

I think they definitely have. Life experiences and perspectives will certainly feed into the art that one creates. Being a single Dad to four daughters has taught me so many life lessons and these life lessons are most certainly conveyed into my music. They have taught me patience, kindness, forgiveness, strength and it goes on and on. All of these traits find their way into my songs. Also, since I workshop these songs, including “Arise,” at my home before anyone outside of the house has heard it, my poor daughters have heard these songs 100 times before anyone else. I must drive them crazy but I probably owe them too. In certain ways, they are amazingly supportive of my songwriting and in other ways, they just leave me be and let me do my thing and, to be real, I need both to continue this journey. Shout-out to my amazing daughters: Lainey, Anne, Emma & Ally!

4. What was it like to become the frontman as opposed to the drummer? Was that difficult for you or did it feel natural?

Right or wrong, I always approached the drums like a front man anyway so being “the name” on the front of the album, instead of in the credits, is something that has just felt natural to me. When this project started over two years ago, it was initially intended to be a studio project. Being a frontman wasn’t even on my radar but, thankfully, from the amazing response my music has been receiving, I am now talking with some folks about playing this music live. Such decisions like whether I drum and sing as the front man (a la Whitney) or play guitar and sing (like most folks) as the front man. These, my friends, are definitely good problems to have from my, and probably anyone’s,perspective.

5. Now that the world is opening back up do you have any gigs planned or are you playing out this summer?

I’ve been so blessed that when the pandemic hit in Spring of 2020, after a brief pause in all shows for about 2 months, I was able to safely continue performing either outside or via Zoom for many establishments in Virginia Wine Country in beautiful Loudoun County, VA, where I live. The whole process was serendipitous for playing duos with great musicians like Don Chapman, Deane Kern and Billy Thompson.

I have a slew of upcoming performances and you can check out when and where I am playing at: www.ericselby.com

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bladeyourworstnightmare · 3 years

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The last scene of the story!

Scene 10

Oct. 17- Early the next morning at Bella’s house

Blade/Sly/Anubis/Bandit: (at Bella’s front door. Blade has her backpack with her to carry the Cocoa plushie/camera )

Blade: (knocks)

Bella: (answers the door. She’s not wearing her bow) Hey, guys.

Blade: Hey. Ready to go?

Bella: Yeah. Just a second. (closes the door. A few seconds later, she comes out wearing her bow) Ok. Let’s go.

Blade/Bella: (get on Blade’s motorcycle and start it up)

Anubis: (gets in his car and starts it up)

Bandit/Sly: (get in Bandit’s car and start it up)

Blade/Sly/Anubis/Bandit/Bella: (leave)

(at Cutie Baby’s Pizzeria)

(Everyone is in the elevator)

Cutie Baby: I’m so fricking excited about this wedding!

Dakota: Me too.

Rusty: Me too, but I’m worried about having all of you in my truck again.

Lil Baby: Cutie Baby, you better not sing that stupid song this time.

Cutie Baby: (rolls her eyes) Don’t worry. I won’t.

Unit: (in her keypad form) Yeah, that wheels on the truck song you made up was the stupidest song you’ve ever come up with.

Cutie Baby: (sarcastic) 😑 Thanks, Unit.

(now out of the elevator)

Rusty: (leads them out the backdoor of the building and sneaks them into his truck. They leave)

(at Smokey’s Pizzeria)

(all female animatronics are in the Toy’s Parts and Service Room. Blade, Sly, and Bella are there too)

Cutie: (squeals in happiness) I can’t believe today is the day!

Toy Cutie: (squeals in happiness) Me either!

Cutie: I’m so happy, I could explode! ( to Star) Hey, Star, what’s it like having a husband?

Star: It’s fantastic!

Bella: I hope Bengal proposes to me one day.

Blade: No offense, but I’m not much of a fan of romance and all.

Toy Cutie: Why not?

Blade: I’m just not cut out for it.

Cutie Baby/ Lil Baby/ Teeny Baby/ Tiny Baby/ Bitty Baby/ Dakota/ Fern/ Lil Cutie/ Funtime Star/ Unit: (come in. Cutie Baby is holding Lil Cutie)

Cutie Baby: Hey guys!

Cutie: Hi!

Star: You’re just in time.

Cutie Baby: Oh, good. I was worried we’d be late.

Fern: I kept telling her that we wouldn’t be.

Lil Cutie: (notices Blade and Sly) Hey, who are you two?

Blade: I’m Blade.

Sly: And I’m Sly.

Cutie Baby: Nice to meet you two. I’m Cutie Baby and these are my sisters, Lil Baby, Tiny Baby, Teeny Baby, and Bitty Baby.

Lil Baby/ Tiny Baby/ Teeny Baby/ Bitty Baby: (wave)

Lil Cutie: I’m Lil Cutie.

Fern: My name is Fern and this is my best friend, Dakota.

Dakota: (shyly) Um… h..hey.

Fern: She’s shy.

Funtime Star: My name is Funtime Star.

Unit: And I am Unit.

Cutie Baby: (whispering) No one likes her.

Unit: Excuse me, b*tch? I can hear you.

Blade: I see what you mean.

(in the other Parts and Service Room)

(all male animatronics and Sunday, Ace, Max, and Rusty are in there)

Funtime Smokey/ Ray/ Peanut/ Pea/ Nut/ Peanut Jr./ Nutty: (come in)

Funtime Smokey: Hey, guys! What’s poppin?

Sport: Nothing. Just happy for my bro here. (pats Smokey on the back)

Ray: (notices Anubis and Bandit) Who are you guys?

Anubis: I’m Anubis.

Bandit: And I’m Bandit. Who are you all?

Funtime Smokey: I’m Funtime Smokey.

Ray: My name is Ray and this is my friend Peanut.

Peanut: Hey.

Ray: (points to Pea, Nut, Peanut Jr., and Nutty) And those four are Pea, Nut, Peanut Jr., and Nutty.

Pea/ Nut/ Peanut Jr./ Nutty: (wave)

Cuddles: Hey, Smokey, you super excited to become Cutie’s husband?

Smokey: You bet I am!

Sunday: You’re about to join the suffering husband club.

Smokey: What do you mean by suffering?

Sunday: Well, I’ve been married to Star for a while and she can be kinda… um, well… she has anger issues and just a few weeks ago, I suffered from them. I still love her though.

Smokey: Yeah, I know she has anger issues. Cutie doesn’t though.

Sunday: You’re lucky and please don’t tell Star I said that about her. She’d kill me.

Smokey: Don’t worry. We won’t tell.

(at the abandoned house)

Napoleon/ Cash/ Precious: (sitting at the dinner table, dozing off)

Cocoa: (storms in and bangs her fist on the table, startling the other 3) KNUCKLEHEADS!

Cash: Boss, why do you have to be so loud?

Cocoa: Why do you have to be such a stupid, retarded wimp? Anyway, today is the day I finally get to kill Bella!

Napoleon: And Cash and I get our revenge!

Precious: (sing-song tone) I hear voices in my head! They say they want Bella to be dead! (insane laugh)

Cocoa: (yelling) BLUE!!!

Blue: (comes into the room) What?!

Cocoa: Go watch the camera and tell us when the wedding is about to start.

Blue: Yes, my Nightmare Queen. (leaves the room)

Cocoa: I love being called The Nightmare Queen and if Blade succeeds, she will be the new Nightmare Queen!

(back at Smokey’s Pizzeria in the Toy’s Parts and Service Room)

Blade: (lying) I’m going to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back.

Star: Ok. Hurry back. The wedding starts at 7.

Blade: (leaves the room and goes into the girls bathroom. She puts her bookbag down and pulls her phone out from her pocket. She calls the abandoned house)

Cocoa: (picks up. On the phone) Who is it and what do you want?

Blade: It’s me, Blade. Where do you want me to put the camera?

Cocoa: (on the phone) Hide it with the other plushies.

Blade: Ok. See you when you get here. (hangs up. She walks out of the bathroom and sneaks into the other showroom and hides the plushie behind all the Smokey plushies. She sneaks back into the Toy’s showroom and into the Parts and Service Room. It is 6:50)

Cutie: (excited) Ooh! It’s almost 7!

Star: Let’s go out and get ready.

(they all come out of the Toy’s Parts and Service Room and go into the other showroom where all the boys are waiting)

Blade: (glaces sadly at Bella and looks around at all the others. Thoughts) Today is the day. It won’t be a happy day. It��ll be a day of sadness, evil, and dread.

(it is now 6:59)

Blade: (looks nervously at Sly, Anubis, and Bandit who are standing beside her. Whispering) I really don’t want to do this.

Anubis: (whispers) We don’t either.

(7:00)

Cuddles: (flies up to the middle of the stage with a big book he got from his box)

Smokey/Cutie: (stand up there with him)

Everyone else: (turns to look at them)

Smokey/Cutie: (holding hands)

(at the abandoned house)

Blue/Cocoa: (watching the camera)

Cocoa: Come on. Don’t blow it, Blade.

(at Smokey’s Pizzeria)

Cuddles: Nous, sont- (clears throat) Sorry. We are gathered here today for one of the most beautiful ceremonies of life. Blah, blah, blah...I’m not reading all this. (closes the book and throws it over his shoulder) Smokey, do you-

Blade: (her sharp claws come out and she rushes at Bella)

Everyone: (looks at her alarmed)

(at the abandoned house)

Cocoa: (quickly walks into the living room where Napoleon, Precious, and Cash are) Let’s go! It’s happening, people, it’s happening!

Cocoa/Precious/Napoleon/Cash: (quickly leave the house)

Blade: (grabs Bella and holds her captive with her claws to Bella’s throat) Stay back!

Toy Cutie: (tries to walk toward Blade) Blade-

Blade: (her eyes turn red and her teeth become sharp) I said STAY BACK!

Toy Cutie: (stops walking)

Bella: (looks up at Blade scared) B-Blade? What are you doing? What’s going on?

Blade: Listen, there’s something that all of you don’t know about the four of us. We are the daughters and sons of Cocoa, Precious, Napoleon, and Cash!

Everyone: (gasps)

Toy Smokey: I thought they were dead.

Blade: They’re not. The four of us have been given the task to help kill Bella and destroy all of you!

Everyone: (gasps in fear)

Bella: Blade, you don’t have to do this!

Blade: Yes, I do! My mom wants me to be just as evil as her and this is the only way I can prove how evil I am.

Bella: You’re not evil.

Blade: (stressed and overwhelmed) How do you know that?!

Bella: Because when I look at your eyes, I can tell that you’re not evil.

Blade: (her eyes go back to green) But we have no choice, Bella!

Bella: Yes, you do have a choice.

Blade: (lets Bella go)

Bella: You just have to follow your heart.

Blade: (her fingers and teeth go back to normal) Follow my heart?

Bella: Yes.

Blade: I want to follow my heart….I think I want to be good.

Sly: (walks up to her and stands beside her) I want to be good too. (holds her hand)

Anubis: (walks up beside Sly and holds her other hand) Me too.

Bandit: Wait, our parents are going to be really mad about this right?

Blade: (smiles) Yeah, but who cares?

Bandit: (smiles and walks up beside Anubis and holds his hand) I choose good too.

Cocoa/Precious/Napoleon/Cash: (burst through the doors)

Cocoa: I’m BACK! 😈 Did you miss us?

Bella: Cocoa…

Cocoa: (looks at Bella and grins evilly) Hello Bella. Long time no seek. (starts walking toward her)

Blade: (lets go of Sly’s hand and gets in front of Bella) Mom, no! Leave Bella alone!

Cocoa: Blade, what the h*ll are you doing? Move out of my way or I’ll kill both of you!

Blade: No, mom! I’m not going anywhere!

Napoleon: (starts walking towards the stage. Glaring at Smokey) We’re gonna destroy all you f*ckers!

Anubis: (runs over to him) Dad, no! (tries to punch him)

Napoleon: (catches his fist and twists his arm. He glares at him) I knew you’d betray us!

Sly: (sneaks up behind him and hits him in the back of the head with her purse)

Napoleon: Ugh! (lets go of Anubis’s arm and turns to angrily face Sly) You little sh*t!

Precious: (grabs Sly by both arms and holds them behind her back) Ah ah ah! Bad kitty!

Sly: (struggling from her grip) Ugh! Mom, let me go!

Cocoa: Don’t let her go, Precious!

Blade: Let her go, now!

Cocoa: Move, b*tch! (roughly pushes Blade out of the way and she grabs Bella) And now, the moment I’ve been waiting for!

Blade: No!

Cocoa: Blade, don’t you want to be like me?

Blade: I’ll never be like you!

Cocoa: You’ll get there.

Blade: No, I won’t and mom, I really wish you hadn’t gotten there yourself!

Cocoa: Don’t you want to become the new Nightmare Queen?

Blade: Mom, have you ever even asked me what I really wanted? I want to spend time with Bella. I want to go to school with my friends. I want to hang out here. That’s what makes me happy! (looks at Sly) And Sly, I know you love it here too. I saw your face light up when we first walked in here. This place is what makes you happy. (looks at Anubis and Bandit) And Anubis and Bandit, football is what makes you guys happy.

Cocoa: Enough of this sh*t! (starts bringing Bella towards her mouth)

Bella: (tries to struggle out of Cocoa’s grip) No, no, no, no, no!

Blade: No! Stop!

Cocoa: (brings Bella closer to her mouth)

Everyone else: (watching in shock and fear)

Blade: (is getting very angry. Her teeth become sharp, her claws come out, and her eyes turn red. Her eyes keep getting brighter and brighter and brighter and she begins to float. Red rays shoot out from her eyes and go everywhere. Everything is bright red and there is a large boom and Blade is now kneeling on the floor. She looks up and Cocoa and Precious are now plushies)

Napoleon/ Cash: (looking in shock)

Smokey: (comes up behind both of them and rips their heads off, killing them and their bodies fall to the floor) Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. I should have done this a long time ago.

Bella: (looks at Blade) You…. You saved me. I had no idea they were still alive.

Blade: (stands up)

Toy Cutie: (walks up to Blade and hugs her) You saved all of us. (lets go)

Smokey: Hey, I’m the one who ripped off Napoleon’s and Cash’s heads off.

Toy Cutie: You did a good job too.

Rocky: (looks up at Star) Momma, I’m scared. (hugs her)

Star: (hugs him back) It’s ok, Rocky. It’s over now.

Anubis: So, now what?

Cuddles: We’ve got a wedding to finish.

Smokey: (walks back to the stage)

Cuddles: Smokey, do you-

Smokey: (eagerly interrupts him) Yes, I do!

Cuddles: And Cutie, do you-

Cutie: (eagerly interrupts him) I do!

Cuddles: You may now kiss the bride!

Cutie: (kisses Smokey)

Cuddles: Or the bride can kiss you.

Everyone (except Toy Bengal): (claps and cheers)

Toy Bengal: Gross.

Toy Cutie: (elbows him in the side) Shh!

Toy Bengal: (elbows her back)

Toy Cutie: (elbows him back)

Toy Smokey: (walks in between them) Ladies, you’re both beautiful.

Toy Bengal: 😑 Shut up.

Bandit: Now what?

Oreo: We celebrate!

Anubis: Let’s get this party started!

Blade: (laughs)

(party lights are on and shining on the stage and moving around flashing everywhere. There is music playing and everyone is dancing together)

Blade: (dancing with her friends. Narrating) Oh, sorry. I was having so much fun, I forgot. Did you really think that was the end of the story? (Yeah I got that from the Disney’s Descendants movie lol. Love that movie btw)

That’s the end of Fnas: The Descendants! If you did think that this is the last story of the FNaS series....you’re wrong! Tomorrow, I’ll start on Fnas: The Forgotten Ones. You’ll meet some new characters that you might like...or not. It’s you’re opinion. Bye!

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 5 years

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Meet me in the past part two

AN: yeah so this part two of the story, I hope you enjoy! I wasn’t exactly sure if there was a door leading the garage from Bill to his house, but in my story it sure is so. please let me what you think!

Summary: After Stanley Uris takes his own life, his daughter goes to find the recipients of his letters and ends up in Derry. After and incounter with IT, she ends up traveling back into the past, meeting the younger version of her dad and his friends.

warnings: cursing that’s it I think

tagging; @artlovingbre @cocastyle

‘Shit do you think Bowers got to her?’

A hand was touching her forehead, softly moving her head back and forth. Emily jumped up, slapping the hand away. She had to shut her eyes at the blinding light that seemed to burn her eyes away. It took a few seconds before everything came back to her, about her dad, the losers club and the Jade oriental. Her eyes snapped open once more at the thought of the restaurant. Her eyes made eye contact with a boy, most likely her own age, who was looking like a deer in headlights. Emily looked around, but she wasn’t in the restaurant anymore.

Instead she was in some sort of back alley. It looked disgusting, there was trash on the ground all around her, and she was pretty sure she was sitting on what used to be a cradle of beer. It sure as hell smelled like it. ‘Where am I’? Emily asked, her voice sounding gravely, most likely because she just woke up.

She turned back toward the boy, finally noticing that there were more people than just the two of them. Behind the boy there were 5 other boys, and one girl. Emily blinked in shock once she focused on one boy in particular. The curly haired boy did not seem like he wanted to be here at all, he had a scowl on his face and he was trying his best to put distance between him and herself. He was wearing a Kippah, and dressed a lot more fancy than the other boys, and girl did, he dressed like an adult man in a kids body. He also looked an insane amount of Stan. Emily frowned as she kept staring, the resemblance between the boy and her father were remarkable. The boy in turn opted to glare at her.

‘Can we go now, she woke up and who knows how she got here anyway?’ Emily was wondering the same thing. The last thing she remembered was falling in the restaurant, and although she didn’t know the adults all that well, she had never suspected that they would just leave her on the street.

‘Who are you guys’? Emily asked choosing to ignore the Stan look alike.

‘I’m B-b-bill, the first boy told her. She took notice of his stutter immediately, but he looked embarrassed so she didn’t comment on it. She knew what it felt like to have people judging you for something you couldn’t help. ‘Wait, did you just say Bill?’ Emily frowned at him, and at her question, his eyebrows rose up.

‘Y-y-Yeah, why?’ Bill asked, sounding confused. Emily tore her eyes away from him staring at the others. She didn’t understand what the hell was going on. ‘My names is Beverly’, the redhead introduced herself, ‘but you can call me Bev’, both Beverly and Emily said at the same time. ‘Wtf new girl’, another boy, one with magnifying classes spoke up. ‘The names Richie, but the ladies call me Trashmouth, want to find out why?’ He asked with a smirk.

‘Beep beep Richie’, another boy bristled. ‘You think you’re so funny huh, dickwad? As if any girl would be into you and your Trashmouth,’ he spoke bitterly. Richie continued unfazed. ‘Don’t worry Eddie Spaghetti, you know your mom is still the only one for me’.

Eddie, Richie, Bill and Beverly. Emily started to feel lightheaded, the panic spreading like a wildfire. Eddie and Richie were still bickering, but Bill and Beverly were looking at her questionably.

‘I’m Ben’, a boy shyly spoke up, while shuffling back and forth on his feet. It was clear that the boy was self-conscious and didn’t have a lot of confidence, but Emily thought he looked quite nice. ‘Ben’, she repeated. He nodded his head timidly, while looking down at his shoes, unable to make eye contact with her.

If their names were all the same as the adults in the restaurant, then, ‘Mike’, a boy with a white overall spoke, confirming her suspicions. Emily’s breathing picked up, all of these kids looked eerily similar to the losers club she had met only 3 hours ago . At least, she thought it was three hours ago, she wasn’t sure what day it was, and how long she had been laying in that back alley. If all of them were the people her dad wrote these letters too, than her dad- lookalike, should be called Stan as well.

Her fist clenched together tightly, she was sure she was absolutely losing her mind. There was no way that these kids were the same people she had met as adults. Still, she couldn’t help the way her eyes hopefully looked into the last boy’s eyes, the only one who hadn’t introduced himself yet. He was looking at her too, and Emily felt the shared looks turning into a staring match. She felt the hostile demeanor aimed towards her, and she wondered what she had even done to deserve that behavior.

‘Stan’? She asked softly, while her voice shook. The boy broke eye contact at that, a surprised look crossing over his face before covering it up and putting on a blank face. He nodded solemnly, but instead of making eye contact, this time he stepped another step back.

‘How did you know that? Are you a friend of Bowers?’ Stan asked her, but Emily was too busy to focus on not crying to comprehend his question. This had to have something to do with what happened in the Jade Oriental.

This IT that Bill had been talking about. She thought back about the fortune cookie attacking her, about her falling flat on her back and passing out. Bill had talked about this IT transforming into the things you feared most, and maybe that was what was happening right now. Could IT transfer into humans? It sure seemed like it.

She just had to think about this logically. That’s what she always did; best case scenario, this was just a dream. Emily pinched herself but it did nothing except sting, not a dream then. The other option was that this was IT, and he was trying to trick her for whatever reason that may be. She didn’t allow herself to dwell on the third explanation, which was that she was send into the past. She wasn’t sure she could handle being in the vast proximity of her dad.

Back to option two, this was this IT. Would it help if she pretended that she wasn’t on to what IT was doing? It certainly wouldn’t hurt to try. She smiled, a wobbly, tired smile that seemed more like a grimace. ‘I have no idea, who this Bowers guy is’. She told Stan, standing up for the first time since she woke up. She stumbled forward, but Richie and Bill held her back. ‘E-e-easy, you m-m-must have t-t-aken a nasty f-f-fall.’

It wasn’t, but she didn’t know what other excuse she was supposed to come up with. She turned her smile to Bill, nodding her head, but stopping once she realized she was only worsening her headache. ‘Yeah, I fell while I was trying to chase my dog’. She told him. Emily had always had an excellent poker face, and she hoped it wasn’t failing her now.

The losers seemed convinced, even though Stan was still sharply watching her. ‘Did you find him’? Richie asked, adjusting his glasses to stabilize them. Emily shook her head, trying to seem sad as she told them that the dog had been too fast for her. It wasn’t hard to be sad as she thought about all the things that had happened in the last couple of days.

‘I hope you find him’, Ben said hopefully, flashing his big smile as Emily looked at him. ‘I’ve never seen you around here, are you new?’ Stan asked, sounding too laid back to have it come across convincing. Emily’s breath stocked, it was the same type of voice her dad would use against her as her tried to figure out if she was lying about something.

Emily didn’t trust her voice, so instead she nodded. She hadn’t even interpreted the question, but she was too afraid to.

‘So where do you live’? Eddie asked, while trying to pry Richie’s hands of his arm, the scowl on his face wavering as his smile threatened to break through.

Emily hadn’t thought of that, at all. She didn’t what she was supposed to answer. If this really was IT, why hadn’t he done anything yet? Besides, it was shocking to see her father this young, but it wasn’t exactly scary. Not like the thing attacking her had been.

‘I, I don’t have a house yet’, she said, ‘I came early, my parents still had some business to take care of at home’. She gulped, it was a bad excuse and she knew it. Still though, it was hard I come up with answers on the spot, especially since she wasn’t sure what was happening.

‘Oh, so where will you be staying?’ Richie inquired. Emily looked around hopeless. She had no idea.

‘W-w-ere h-h-having a s-s-sleepover, I-if you w-w-wanna come?’ Bill questioned, and Emily felt a surge of gratitude towards him. ‘Yeah, that would be great’.

Richie hooted, to which Eddie shut him a look as if to say that he should stop it.

‘B-b-ev is r-r-riding white m-m-e, but y-y-you can r-r-ride w-w-ith Stan.’ Bill said. Stan’s head turned so quickly it almost sounded like his neck broke. He mustered the most angry look at Bill, turning his glare towards Emily, before huffing, turning around and leaving his bike there, as he walked down the street. It was still for a couple of seconds, nobody daring to move an inch. Richie was the first one that spoke up. ‘I’ll go after him’, he sighed as he too turned and walked after Stan. It was becoming quite obvious that Richie and Stan cared about each other.

Emily felt like crying all over again. She had never been on the receiving end of that look from her dad. He rarely even got that angry, only when the neighbor would once again ride his car into the mailbox after a night of partying, and if one of his customers called him to complain when he was at home. It may not have even been her dad, but it still hurt.

She just wanted to go home, to her mom, so she could be mad at her father in peace. ‘He’s just worried about us, bowers has been really vicious lately’, Bev explained.

‘Who’s bowers?’ Emily shrugged helplessly, her dad hadn’t said much about his childhood.

Ben looked down, his hand grazing his shirt near the underside of his belly, hissing once his hand made contact with something. ‘A bully’, Eddie answered.

‘Well, I don’t know him at all, so don’t worry. I have no plans in bullying you guys. I mean I don’t even have friends’, Emily mumbled bashfully. It wasn’t exactly true, she did have a best friend, but she didn’t really think that counted.

The group smiled. ‘W-w-well you d-d-do now’, bill smiled.

‘Welcome to the losers club, new chick’. Richie beloved as him and Stan approached the group again. Stan still looked reluctant, but he didn’t seem as mad anymore.

‘Oh right, My names is Emily’ she flushed.

‘Hey Emily’. Mike had the kindest smile on his face as he said this, and he already turned towards his bike, getting on it. ‘You can ride with me if you want?’

Stan sighed, ‘or with me, you can also ride with me’. He said looking apprehensive, still though, he offered, and that made Emily more happy then she would have liked.

Nevertheless, she turned around towards mike, ‘thank you, but it’s fine. I’ll just ride with Mike’. Stan nodded, quickly getting his bike as well, and with Bill the leading, the group got on their way.

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Stan rolled his eyes for what felt like the thousandth time. Even though it was starting to get a bit annoying, Emily couldn’t help but giggle at the way Richie and Eddie were still bickering. It was endearing to see. She had been at Bill’s house for about 3 hours now, and it was becoming clear that these people really got along well with Stan, and were very close with one another. They were accepting and kind, and they made Emily feel right at home in their group. Richie could be a bit much at times , and Eddie freaked her out a bit with his rants about how she shouldn’t sit on a dirty floor, do you know how much bacteria were on there? Still, they were a fun group, each with their own personalities, qualities and opinions of their own.

Currently they were playing 20 questions, as they said they wanted to get to know Emily better. She had, of course agreed, but it was only after answering several questions that she had the insight to lie a bit. She didn’t want IT to know too much about her, and even if this was really her dad, she couldn’t make it weird by telling him all the stuff his daughter would like to do in the future. They had the usual questions like what are your hobbies (Theater and reading), what do you want do when you grow up (teacher), what was the name of your dog?

Though everyone was nice, Stan still seemed very uncomfortable with her being there. It hurt. She had always been close with her dad. They would hang out every Sunday, whether it was making a puzzle or going to a theatre, it was their hang out day. Even if they had a fight, which happened from time to time, they would never go to bed without making up. He always listened respectfully to her opinions, even if it didn’t really make sense. He was just a great father in general, and a respectful man.

Emily could definitely see that in younger Stan, but it seemed as if this Stan had trouble hiding his distrust towards everything. She could see how happy and open he was with his friends, but he wasn’t at all like that with her. With her, he was stiff as a board, watching her like a hawk would watch its prey, as if waiting until she made a mishap.

It was better than when she had woken up too though, as he would sometimes give her reserved smile. The smiles were obviously fake, but Emily still appreciated the effort. He asked her about where she came from. Emily wanted to say Atlanta, but she didn’t want to give too much away, so she told the group that she came from Brooklyn. Stan then had asked about her parents, and it was clear he was trying to figure out what her intentions were. Bill had given him a warning look and Stan had backed off, but Emily had felt very faint in that moment.

‘you aren’t very loud, are you new girl’? Richie asked her. It was true. Her mother had once joked that Emily had the quietness of her father, only without his weird sense of humor. Emily was quite, and could really enjoy jokes crude or not, but she could never come up with jokes herself. She shrugged towards Richie, proving his point more with a smirk, and Richie laughed with her. Her attention was once again drawn towards Bill, who was fidgeting on the floor where he was seated. He had been doing that for the past hour. As Emily and Bill made eye contact, he smiled and stood up, brushing his pants as he did so. ‘I’m just going to grab some more drinks’, he said as he walked out of the room.

‘I’m sorry’, Stan mumbled suddenly from beside Emily. She turned her body towards Stan, indicating to him that she was listening. ‘I shouldn’t have been so rude to you’, he finished. She smiled, feeling a little lighter at his words, he was starting to remind her more and more of her dad. ‘It’s okay, I guess I was kind of strange’, Emily said.

Stan smiled back at her, and this time, it was genuine. He still didn’t look like her trusted her completely, but it was clear he had taken, at least a slight, liking toward her. Before anything else could be said, the door of Bill’s room was thrown open again. Bill was heaving slightly. He was holding what seemed to be a map clenched in his fist. ‘I g-g-got it’, he said while looking around the room. As he looked at Emily his eyes widened, as if he had forgotten that she was there.

Eddie seemed to jump in to help him. ‘hey Emily, do you think you could clean up the kitchen? It’s a weird tradition we have, to clean up the kitchen yeah. So because your new you should do it. Do you know how many bacteria’s there are in a kitchen. My mom said she had a friend that died because some of the bacteria’s of her kitchen table got into her soup and-‘

‘Okay, Eddie thanks for that detailed story,’ Stan said, cutting off Eddie’s rant successfully. ‘I’m sure she gets the gist by now’.

Emily frowned, it was a weird story, but she wasn’t exactly going to question it. Especially not because her story was also suspicious, and they didn’t push her about it too much. She nodded, already begin to stand up. ‘yeah of course, where will you guys be’? She asked turning around at the door to face the group.

‘The garage, we’re going to look through some of Bill’s old stuff’. Beverly answered. All of the losers gave her a tight smile before getting up themselves

Emily accepted this answer and started her way to the kitchen, Bill had showed her around when she had first gotten here. She heard the others go to the garage, and she felt the need to follow them. It was obvious that they were hiding something. If there was anything that described Emily well, it was that she was very curious. Still, she showed the respect her parents had taught her, and she stayed in the kitchen. It didn’t look like the kitchen needed any cleaning to her, as they had only been into the kitchen to grab some drinks and chips, but she still searched the cabinets to find a washcloth.

Normally, she wouldn’t check someone’s cabinets either, but Bill hadn’t told her were any of the stuff was to clean, so she had to figure it out herself. She held the washcloth under cold water and added a cleaning soap before beginning to wipe it across every surface of the kitchen. This wasn’t usually her chore. This was what her mom did. Emily herself always did the dishes while her mom cleaned the kitchen, and her dad would put everything away that Emily had just dried.

It was a weird thought to have, a random one, but for some reason she wished there were dished she could do. Just to get into a familiar setting. Just as this thought had she heard screaming coming from the garage.

She dropped the washcloth and ran towards the door she had seen the losers disappears through. The door was locked, she couldn’t get it open. It freaked her out and for a second she did nothing but stare at the door. Emily suddenly had a flashback to seeing her mom standing at the bathroom door, screaming her father’s name but getting no answer. The screaming still continued. It tore her from her flashback as she once again tried to open the door. As soon as she did, the screaming stopped.

Emily banged her fist against the door. ‘Guys, guys are you okay’? She screamed, her mind instantly thinking of all the bad possibilities that could have happened. A loud crash stopped her from trying to open the door once more. The sounds were coming from the living room, but Emily was too scared to go and see. Another crash caused her to take two steps forward, peering her head around the door that lead into the living room. She couldn’t see anything from where she was standing, so reluctantly, she let go of the doorknob she was still holding. She took another step forward until she was fully in the door opening.

There was a vase laying broken into the middle of the room, but besides that, Emily couldn’t see anything. She walked towards the vase and bowed down, already picking up several pieces. She felt a looming presence behind her suddenly, and in her hurry to get up she felt forward into the sharp pieces of the vase. She held her hands out, and felt the pieces piercing her skin. She hissed instantly jumping up, taking a look at her hand who had instantly started bleeding. A gloved hand landed on her shoulder, causing her breath to stock. The glove was white, and the hand that was in it was gripping so tight was starting to hurt.

Slowly Emily turned around, the blood draining from her face, her mount opening as if to scream, but no sound came out. Before her stood a clown. That was the best way to describe him, though right away you could tell that he wasn’t just a clown. His mount opened so wide that Emily could see the rows of teeth inside of it. He looked like he was going to kill her. However, when he reached his other hand towards her neck, he himself stopped. His mount closed again slightly, and turned his face so that Emily could see his eyes. They were yellow.

He tilted his head, and got his face closer to her. Emily could see from the corner of her eyes that there was a poke form a fireplace, right within her reach. She could reach out and use the poke as a weapon to defend herself. As she tried to though, she felt her hands shake so much, she had never felt so scared before, and she knew she would never have the courage to fight this thing.

The clown seemed to smell her, drawing his head back as fast as he did. It seemed confused. With a gasp, Emily realized that this was the IT that Bill had told her about. A smirk spread across IT’s face. It wasn’t nearly as playful as the smirk Richie god when he tried to annoy someone. No, this smirk was pure evil. ‘Uris, huh?’ The clown giggled, and finally Emily found her voice. She screamed as loud as she could. The door leading up to the garage began to pounce, this time from the other side. She could hear her name being called, but she was too busy screaming to truly notice it. How did this thing know that? She only looked away from the clowns eyes when she heard gasps. The losers club was now standing in the living room, right in front of both Emily and the clown.

Mike sprinted forward, grabbing the poke Emily had been too afraid to reach for. Before he could swing it towards IT, he drew back, letting go of Emily. The clown kept smirking, walking backwards, not saying a word anymore. Only when he disappeared did Emily collapse onto Mike.

Stan and Eddie ran forward towards her aswell. Richie, Bill and Ben ran out of the room to see where IT had gone off too, but ultimately didn’t see anything as they returned empty handed. Emily started sobbing , the pure fear draining her of any inhibitions both mentally and physically. Mike had tried to attack IT, which meant that there was no doubt about it anymore, Emily really was send to the past. Stan, who was sitting in her right side grabbed her arm to look at the wounds the shard of glass had left.

He was careful not to touch any of the blood. Emily knew that this was because he didn’t like any of his stuff dirty, but she didn’t think about that as she hurled herself towards him, gripping him tightly. Stan went rigid, but she didn’t let him go. This was her dad, even if he didn’t know it.

She was so mad at him for leaving her, so furious, but right now he was here. Even if he wasn’t the dad she knew, he was still her dad. He still smelled like vanilla and safety, or maybe he had always smelled that way. Whatever it was, Emily didn’t want to let go of him, she had missed him so much. She heard Richie chuckle awkwardly behind her. ‘Okay, Emily, let doctor K look at the wounds’.

‘Shut the fuck up asshat’, Eddie spewed out, but he did pulled Emily’s arm towards him, taking a look at the hand himself. Emily pulled away from Stan, the tears flowing freely. She turned her body towards Eddie, and settled back against the wall once more. Eddie started pulling out pieces of shards and she cringed, but didn’t pull her hand away.

Though Stan still sat uncomfortable, and shuffled back a little further away from her, he didn’t get up and leave, he stayed by her side, even if he was undoubtedly dying inside at the blood on his shirt. It made Emily’s tears slow, at least her father still cared, young or not.

As Eddie did his best to fix her up, there was only one thing on her mind. What the hell is she supposed to do now?

#stan uris #stanley uris #stanley uris x daughter #stanley uris imagine #x daughter #My writing #it chapter two imagine #it chapter 2 #bill denbrough #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #ben hanscom #Mike Hanlon imagine #Beverly March imagine

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martietm · 4 years

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hey friends ! it’s ya girl gigi , i prefer she/her pronouns , i’m from the gmt-2 tmz , which tbh , i don’t rly know what it means , and i’m twenty years old , coming out of my hole to introduce u to martina . she’s real dumb but so am i so i feel like we connect over that u know ? anyways , under the cut u will find some more info about her , n if u wanna plot pls smash that like button so i can scream @ u about how high school musical 3 rly was that bitch . yes , thats why it took me so long to get this posted . i have no shame about it .

ariana grande . cisfemale . she&her . ／ martina bianco just pulled up blasting 929 by halsey — that song is so them ! you know , for a twenty five year old singer , i’ve heard they’re really impetuous , but that they make up for it by being so sociable . if i had to choose three things to describe them , i’d probably say old band t-shirts , high ponytail & dirty sneakers . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble !

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 :

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : martina bianco . 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : martie exclusively . please call her martie she will not answer if u call her anything else or maybe she’ll just cry abt it . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : twenty five . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 : singer / songwriter . 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 : closeted bisexual / biromantic . 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : newark , nj . 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 : los angeles , ca / new york city , ny . 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 : ariana grande . 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 : sociable , sincere , clueless , impulsive , unbothered , insecure , funloving , creative , unsure , adventurous .

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 :

martie is the only daughter out of five kids , and she was born to a traditionally italian family , from both her parents’ sides . they weren’t rich but lived comfortably , and had a really big family in general . holidays and birthdays were always huge in her family , and there was usually a funny argument that ended with the grandmas spraying everyone with a water hose . her parents weren’t very happy together , but tried their best to work through their problems and not divorce , since they were very much christians and didn’t really believe in separation . they did eventually divorce though , but only pretty later on in martie’s life .

considering she only had brothers and her mother worked long hours , martie didn’t have a lot of female influences in her life , so she grew up pretty unconcerned about more feminine matters , not because she disliked it but she was just clueless to it . when she grew older , she got a lot more into makeup , but fashion still isn’t her thing . nowadays , she has a personal stylist , but when she dresses herself , martie usually ends up in dirty sneakers and ripped t-shirts .

so , growing up , considering martie wasnt too interested in most of her brothers hobbies , she had to find herself something to do . she tried a great many deal of things , and ended up discovering she loved music , writing song lyrics , playing musical instruments , and singing . considering she was pretty good at it , her parents supported her wishes and paid for singing lessons & bought her a bunch of instruments and all of that .

[ HOMOPHOBIA / BIPHOBIA TW ] so she was pretty happy and chill for her late childhood & early teens , contrary to some of her brothers , martie didnt get in trouble with teachers and was a reasonably good student , so they never worried about her while she was growing up . that pretty much all changed when martie not only came out as bisexual to her family but also told them she was actually in a relationship a girl . her family was very religious so it didn’t surprise her when her mother cried for days & was clearly disappointed , but her dad raged and screamed and threatened her with all kinds of punishments if she didn’t end her relationship and never talked about her sexuality again instead , and his behaviour made her feel so scared that she did end up breaking up with her first girlfriend and didn’t touch the subject of her sexuality for many many years after that . [ END OF TW ]

it caused a huge shift in her family dynamics , unsurprisingly . martie felt like she didnt have a choice but to hide , and she really resented her father for forcing that on her & the rest of the family for giving her almost no support . her brothers tried their best , but it was really hard for all of them to stand up to their father . so she focused a lot on her music , because by then she was sure that it was her way out of that environment that was hurting her so much .

she was picked up by a label when she was 19 , and left her home in newark as soon as she could . choosing to stay with new friends and acquaintances as she worked her way into the music industry . after being featured in a few other artist’s songs & having a first single to become a smash hit ( side to side ) , martie released dangerous woman , her first album that climbed steadily up the charts until she was basically everywhere . it was a very sudden change of environment but she was very happy about it , at least she wasnt stuck around her dad anymore .

however , she is still just as stuck as she was back in her hometown , since once she blew up , her label & management thought it would also be a good idea to hide her sexuality , at least until she was more ‘established’ in the industry . newsflash , its been five years and they still wont let her come out about it . she’s definitely growing impatient , though , so that’s not something that’s gonna be a secret for too long probably . still , there’s not a lot of ppl who know abt her sexuality out there so far .

so , in the five years she’s been famous , martie kept in contact with a few family members , but definitely not her dad . her parents divorced a couple of years after she left , and her mom decided to make more of an effort to be around her & get over her prejudice to support martie’s choices , which helped heal their relationship in ways martie didnt really expect .

considering the career she has now , martie has managed to keep a relatively unproblematic image on the media . she’s had her controversial moments for sure , and there are definitely reasons for people to dislike her , but mostly she gets away unscathed by fans , the media does have a field trip coming up w untrue headlines about her tho .

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 :

okay so , martie is kinda like a not so big kid still ? she’s never had to actually be by herself her entire life , so adulting is something she has a certain difficulty doing . she’s very unbothered about life in general , so something really worrying that mostly everyone would freak out about will rarely ever bother her . but , she will freak out for three days if she gets asked to pay her own bills or something as mundane .

she also kinda lives in her own little world , and in a way , she can be very confident in the aspect of not really bothering about almost anyone’s opinions about her & her actions , if she wants to do something that will make her happy , she won’t really think about it before doing so , so she’s kinda reckless in that way . but she also doubts herself very much when it comes to self worth & like things related to her actual personality . we love multifaceted muses am i right ? lmao

martie is great to make friends with , she will pretty much get along with everyone ? is a super social being , loves being surrounded by people , probably has a bunch of her friends living with her because she just doesn’t like being alone .

loves working ! spends almost her entire free time in the studio , if u haven’t seen her in three days chances are she’s trying to finish a song . can get a little lost on it though so she definitely needs some looking after when she gets into songwriting mode .

overall a disaster child ? doesn’t know how to function but tries her best & isn’t that all we can ask ?

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

a secret relationship with a girl , work collaborators , a pr relationship , exes , the first love from high school maybe ? , roommates , best friends , protective friendships , good influences , bad influences , smth based on ghostin’ by ari , something based on you should be sad by halsey .

#excess:intro #um this took me a Minute #im sorry pls enjoy this late mess

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ankcna-blog · 4 years

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hello guys !! i’m blaire, and i come to you with a VERY belated greeting !! i went to a skz concert a few days ago and as you would expect my life has been flipped upside down ever since !! but now that things are calming down, i’ve got things in order and would like to introduce you to my beloved weirdo kwanchai, more commonly known as dreamdrop’s choreographer KAI ! i’ve wanted to join you all for the longest and can’t wait to have some fun now that i’m finally here ! without further ado, you can find all his links here ( more to come ) as well as some important info about him below ! and of course, like this if you want to plot ! i’ll also be joining the discord very soon, so that’ll be an option too !

background !

from bangkok, thailand ! maybe it’s because of this he’s such a city boy and loves being around people, because that’s basically been his whole life ! in bangkok there were people around nearly all the time and now that he lives in seoul, it’s no different !

like his fc, he’s ethnically chinese but his nationality is thai ! honestly he feels more of a connection to his thai side because it’s the one he’s the most familiar with, though recently he’s been trying to connect with his chinese side.

grew up around mainly girls, 3 older sisters and one younger ! his dad’s the only boy, but his parents are divorced. they still co-parented pretty functionally, though, so he mainly stayed with his mom and did weekly visits to his dad. he believes the heavy presence of females in his life is the reason he grew up to act a little more conventionally “feminine” and why he has such a high respect for women ! his sisters have always been .... v strong in comparison to him ojoijoijoij so it makes sense why !

his sister is the original dancer of the family, picking up ballet at only 5 years old ! she’s older than him so, wanting to follow in her shoes, he begged his parents to join as well !

his parents were v apprehensive at first, especially his dad, because they weren’t the most progressive and didn’t think a boy dancing ballet looed good. it took some convincing, but eventually they allowed him !

absolutely loved it, would come home dancing nearly every day. once they realized he was really enjoying himself and taking himself seriously he convinced them to add on tap and hip hop classes as well !

always been into american culture, he was always watching shows & listening to music from america, and that transferred into a general interest for the country ! so in high school, he studied abroad for a semester w / a host famiy !

this really helped his english skills and is the main reason he’s so fluent today, which definitely helps with his job ! it’s the reason he sounds less like a foreigner now when he’s speaking.

coincidentally, through america, he found an interest in korean culture ! his host family lived in california, which already was home to a lot of korean spots, but his host sibling was a kpop fan and got him into it ! so when he got back home to thailand he had gained an interest for it.

he started listening to a lot of the music, and at 17 made a very spontaneous decision to send in an audition tape to a company ! ( not noir, a smaller up-and-coming one probably ! )

he was .... incredibly shocked that he’d gotten in, but ecstatic for the chance to do what he loved ! not everyone was quite as ecstatic as him ... mainly his dad who thought his career choice was unfit for the one son of the family.

regardless, he packed up things and moved to korea, where he began to train to become an idol ! contrary to what he’d thought he kind of hated it lmao ! he had a super hard time trying to learn korean initially and didn’t deal too well with the stress of such a cutthroat environment. on top of that, he wasn’t favored by the company and they kept giving other trainees opportunities he didn’t have ! he didn’t like that because he felt he had the personality and drive, they just weren’t willing to take a chance on him. but he really loved the chance to perform alongside other passionate people and learn from them.

so it was a bittersweet moment when, at 18, he terminated his contract. he felt relieved with all that extra pressure off him e but was also sad to no longer be performing. he tried to lie and act like he didn’t to his family but eventually, they found out and his mom sent him back home to thailand. his dad was livid and promised that if he didn’t do something within 2 months to get a job he’d stop helping him out.

kwanchai wanted to keep dancing but still needed a job, so did the best thing he could think of ! a choreographer he’d met in seoul promised him a room in his house if he agreed to fly back to korea and start working as a sort of dance apprentice under him at a studio !

so, going back yet again, he agreed and made one of the best choices of his life ! he got a lot better and not only dance but teaching / choreographing it ! with this, he comfortably began to adjust to the country and learned a lot !

the more he was there, the more he realized how much he enjoyed choreographing ! his friend gave him the chance to begin creating dances from the studio and it was then he decided he wanted to do it as a career !

he didn’t want to feel like a burden at his friend’s for so long, so it was then he decided to apply for a job at noir as a choreographer, hoping to save up and buy his own place. he applied unsure if he’d really get it due to his short experience, but was ecstatic when he did !

the whole thing has proved to be one of the best choices of his life - he’s got a steady job that’s very fulfilling, he saved up enough for an apartment, and he gets to dance while maintaining the level of freedom he’d craved as a trainee !

personality / random tidbits !

his app summed it up well, he’s incredibly eccentric ! he’s just different in nearly every way and if told to do something one way, he’ll probably do it the other.

his name is kwanchai, but ever since he was 17 he’s gone by kai, a shortened version of his full one ! it’s because it not only easier to pronounce for koreans but to his many american friends as well, and honestly it makes him feel less out of place as it’s a fairly universal name !

he’s super talkative, inherited from his sisters, but in turn is a very good listener ! so you’ll catch him either ranting about all his problems or listening to someone else doing the same.

naturally, he’s very fun and excitable ! rarely takes anything seriously, that is .... unless he’s dancing ! typically when teaching he likes to crack jokes and such to make the experience fun, but if it’s crunch-time he does a whole 180. when he has to he takes dancing very seriously, sometimes maybe even too much ! he may come off as controlling but in reality he’s just very passionate and a true perfectionist in terms of technique.

speaking of dancing, seeing him do it is quite an amusing sight ! kind of like j-hope he’s always making noises when he does it, and always has some sort of noise or word that correlates with his dance move ! def the type to say “and jazz hands !!”

maybe it helps, maybe it sounds stupid ! but since he has such a horrible memory it does tend to help him out a lot.

his hair right now is dyed, and the best reference i can give you is the john’s banana video lmao !! he keeps it pretty short to keep it out his face when he dances, and tbh his hai is a different color all the time !

he has a food blog, “rate what i ate”, where he does food reviews for restaurants ! it’s really fun for him because he loves to eat and has a very strong opinion on nearly everything. muses feel free to come eat with him, he’ll never say no to a dining buddy !

aside from that he has general social media and an ig where he posts short dance covers ! thinking about starting a yt cover channel.

coffee is his everything. he’s got a horrible sleep schedule, staying up late and having to wake up early ! but coffee is the one thing that gets him through, and no matter what time of the day he can always be found with his favorite cup in his hand.

remember how his app said power poses ? well it’s something kai actually does ! every morning and before doing something important he stands in a power pose for 5 minutes, saying affirmations rather dramatically. that alongside his guided meditation obsession makes kai in the morning time quite the amusing sight.

he has a black bombay cat affectionately named luna ! she’s his daughter whom he loves very very much and would die for. a total sweetheart who will accept all love, muses feel free to pet !

even though he’s fairly happy somewhat out the spotlight, he still has the idol mentality, and definitely has the whole charming personality thing going on ! he’s a whole personality and it’s almost a sin he didn’t become a talkshow host, but i assume he’d have a small following because of it ! not dreamdrop level of course, but a little bit of recognition !

that’s all i can thin of right now, that and i don’t want to keep you all waiting for this intro for too long ! i’ll add more as i see fit, and again, i can’t wait to meet you all !

#i'm feeling v trash so will be more active tomm !

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pandemicthestory · 4 years

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10: confused

Fake it til you make it.

In the middle of the City, fairly close to the Academy, there is a chrome-colored building that is taller than almost all of the rest. Night and Sugar stand in front of its doors, wondering how they’re going to get in.

The building is called “Mecca.” It’s filled with headquarters for top companies--mostly builders, but also fashion and interior designers, medical technicians, and game developers. Thousands of civilians report here for work 5 days a week. But since it’s Friday, as soon as it’s 5 o’clock, these workers will leave their desks and head to the top floor.

At the top floor of Mecca is LOUNGE, an exclusive night and day club where windows are always blacked out and the passing of time can’t be measured. A night club meets speakeasy meets casino, this is where the elites go to unwind. After a long week’s work of building, the business men and women of Mecca can swipe their membership card at the top floor and indulge themselves in the darker parts of life.

And this is exactly where Sugar intends on taking them.

“There’s no way we’re getting in.” Night mutters, hitting his forehead with his palm. This situation feels seriously illegal and seriously stupid. As he and Night stood at the front of this massive building, Night begins to wonder if he’s made a big mistake.

“Hold on now, don’t give up just yet, man. Listen, the separation medical facility is in this building.” Sugar explains.

“So..?”

“People think we’re Vacaters. So, we’ll tell security that we have appointments today, they’ll let us in, we’ll head to the facility and…”

“And what?”

“And figure it out from there? Let’s go dude!”

*buzz*

*buzz buzz buzz*

Suddenly, Night’s phone starts blowing up in his pocket. He can’t ignore it, because it just keeps going.

“Hold on a second, Sugar…”

Night reaches into his pocket and sees that he has several missed texts and calls. From Julian.

Oh god, what does he want from her so desperately? What could be so important that it can’t wait?

This is why he’d tapped Emma’s phone. It wasn’t because he’s creepy or trying to infringe on her privacy, though, he’ll admit, that’s exactly what it looks like. No, it’s because she’s unpredictable, and surrounded by people who don’t know what’s best for her. And because he really needs her to make it here.

JULIAN: where are u

JULIAN: stopped by your house and u weren’t there

JULIAN: ur mom said u were out for a walk, but i don’t think that’s true. Tell me what’s happening

(3 MISSED CALLS)

JULIAN: your friend zoe says that you’re out somewhere with her boyfriend. Care to explain? Wtf is going on...we’re leaving in a few days Emma

(2 MISSED CALLS)

JULIAN: we’re leaving tomorrow

Leaving?

Leaving where?

Night had known that Emma was planning something, just not what. Apparently Julian does.

Sugar taps his foot impatiently while Night composes a response to Julian. With the software he installed on his phone, it will be rerouted through Emma’s number. He’ll have no idea.

“EMMA”: Going where?

A pause, and then Julian is typing.

JULIAN: there you are. Fuck. don’t do that to me

“EMMA”: where are we going, julian?

JULIAN: what are you talking about? Are you trying to distract me from the fact that ur out chilling w Gabriel? The fuck?

Now Night is actually confused. Is this why she didn’t answer him? Because she was busy with Gabriel? And for that matter, who the hell is Gabriel?

What’s going on Emma? Everything you need was sent straight to your doorstep. Couldn’t have been easier. All you had to do was get the mail. So what went wrong?

Sugar yells to him, “DUDE, NOW.”

“Ok ok, I’m ready!” Night says, while composing and sending one last text.

“EMMA”: i’m not going anywhere with you julian. I’ve changed my mind. Don’t contact me again

Night runs after Sugar. He wonders to himself...what does such a smart girl see in such a profoundly stupid guy? Is she that starved of attention that she’ll settle for anyone who gives it to her? Note to self: that question will probably be offensive to her if he were to ask it. So he will not.

But hopefully he’ll at least have the chance. Soon.

Sugar storms ahead, and Night basically has no choice but to follow.

Sure enough, they head through metal detectors on their way in, and are then greeted by a squad of security guards. A guard steps in front of them. How many times is this going to happen today?

“Please swipe ID cards on the way in.”

This guard is nicer than the last one, he said please. He’s still in the way though. Sugar steps up.

“Hello sir, we don’t have ID cards because we don’t actually work here. We’re merely here for our appointments at the separation facility. We’re wearing our uniforms to indicate our status.” Sugar says, oozing with professionalism and aggressively overdoing it. Night fights a laugh under his breath (“merely..?”) and Sugar elbows him discreetly. The guard frowns.

“Is that so? We weren’t told of any separation appointments scheduled today...in fact, it’s rare that they’re ever scheduled on Fridays. What’s the reason you’re here for the service today instead of Monday?”

At this moment, both Sugar and Night are hoping that the other one has more knowledge of who the hell Vacaters actually are and what the hell the separation facility actually does. Unfortunately, neither of them do. Night realizes that he’ll have to throw another hail mary pass and hope for the best.

“Well it’s because, the...service...is going to be followed by a session with some other associates at LOUNGE.”

Now it was Sugar’s turn to try not to laugh. That was officially the dumbest ass response ever, which is why he is the resident debauchery mastermind and Night spends every night in front of a computer and a dead plant.

Night tries to remain confident. He couldn’t bank on these guys not understanding Vacaters, like the last pair of idiots, but he gambled that he could bank on them not knowing much about LOUNGE. From the look of it, these guys don’t seem like the type to be invited to an exclusive, glamorous party. They’re wearing jumpsuits.

“What? Really? That’s so...unusual.” One guard says. The other nods in agreement. They actually seem a bit...jealous? As in, why have these two bratty teenagers been invited to the top floor when we who have worked here for five years never will?

“Well yes, my father is a builder and it’s, uh, a sort of rite of passage for me to be vacated, er, separated, alongside him. In a celebratory way. After work.”

If Night got away with this, he’d owe the forces of the universe one.

The guards just nod in admiration while Sugar looks incredulous.

“Well then, good luck young man. We hope your last night will be a special one.”

The guards exchange nods with Night and Sugar, who head forward to the glass elevator.

“Separation facility is on 43!” Calls one of the security guards from behind, almost wistfully. Maybe one day he’ll get the chance to see what’s up there. But not likely.

Once inside the glass elevator, Sugar hugs Night around the shoulder.

“Ok honestly, I’m a bit shook that you’re a bad ass. Was pretty sure that you were just a virgin computer nerd.”

Night laughs to himself. That’s all that anyone has ever expected of him. But right now, seeing himself through Sugar’s eyes as a genius lawbreaker feels good. Intoxicating, even.

“What floor’d he say? 45, was it? Sugar asks.

“Why not go straight to the top?” Night asks, with a mischievous grin.

He hits the number “100” without waiting for an answer.

* * *

Emma crashes through the front door of her house, ready to have to explain herself to her parents and hoping to get through it painlessly.

But they don’t seem to be home. “Mom? Dad?”

They must be out looking for her. Now it all makes sense...her neurotic mother was blowing up her phone because she couldn’t even trust her daughter to take a walk around the damn block. Then her phone got destroyed in the parking lot. And now, since she hasn’t answered, they’re out looking for her. And when they eventually get back, she’ll probably be sent to prison. Cool.

Emma decides to take this time as a gift. Tune everything else out. This is her shot to save Isabel.

Emma runs upstairs to her room and tears the cardboard off the headset. She tosses the instructions aside because she has enough knowledge to put one of these together without them.

Does it need to be charged? It does not. It’s ready to go.

Now, to check on the download…

7 HOURS REMAINING

She groans. It’s speeding up, but not enough. She needs to plug in now, not in 7 god damn hours. She sees on her computer that there are a shit ton of unread G-chat messages from Zoe. Ugh, she’s probably dealing with some sort of jealousy moment right now and Emma just doesn’t have time to deal with it. So she doesn’t open them. Sorry Zo. You’ll forgive me.

Emma wracks her frazzled brain--there’s gotta be a way for her to get online and contact Emma.

Wait.

Emma runs across the hallway to Isabel’s room, carrying the headset and headphones. Isabel is still slumped over in her chair, alive, looking the same as before. Well at least she’s alive, which is cool. Emma examines the game on the computer--scanning the twisted map view of a city for any sign of her sister. None. Hm, guess it doesn’t work like that.

Emma looks at the game settings.

Ah, input/output. Yes. This is it.

If she can’t join from her own game, maybe she can join Isabel’s.

Emma sits down on a pile of clothes in the back of Isabel’s closet. She might as well get comfy, she could be here for a while. She puts on thick noise-canceling headphones and the headset, and everything goes dark and quiet.

Power on.

Emma wirelessly connects to Isabel’s computer, then sees the icon for the Universe game pop up in front of her eyes. With a nod, she selects it.

Black becomes blue.

Silence becomes ambient drone music.

Isabel’s done VR before, so she expects this. She still feels excitement. This technology never ceases to amaze her.

It’s when the feeling of the laundry beneath her fades away into a rush of cold air...

This, she does not expect.

#write #writer #writers on tumblr #writers #yanovel #yanovels #scifi story #my writing #hackergirl #gamergirl #virtualreality #scifi writing

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edhaneyyy · 4 years

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Wish Upon A Star

FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW

I opened the window of my room and looked at the night sky.It's full of stars tonight.It sounds cliché but I've always loved the idea of watching the stars with the person I love.As I stare at the starry sky,a shooting star appears and just before it drops out of my sight,I closed my eyes and wished something.Something that I have been wishing since she taught me what wishing stars are.I'm Luna Javier by the way.I'm just an ordinary 18 year old girl who is in search for someone so important.My mother loves the moon so much that she named me after it.She loves everything about the night sky actually.I can still remember the very first time she introduced me to the wishing stars.

8 years ago

I'm in my room doing my homework which I barely understand just like any typical 10 years old school girl.I'm waiting for my mom,Alexandra.That's a unique name for a mother right?She said she's gonna teach me so I can answer the homework given to me.

"Ugh!What took her so long?I've been staring at my notebook for the past minutes. I'm getting bored"." I uttered as I lay down on my bed.

Few minutes later I fell asleep.I closed my eyes and few minutes later I just found myself dreaming.

I felt somebody sat beside me. I slowly open my eyes. My vision was blurry at first but later on, I recognized my mother who is sitting beside me while reading my notes.

"Mom?"

She then stop what she is doing and looked at me, " Hello sweetie.I'm sorry it took me an hour before coming here." I chuckled. "That's okay mom.Good thing I fell asleep.I got bored trying to understand those."

"Come here.Let's begin our discussion shall we,daughter?" she laughs and started to teach me everything.

After an hour I finally understood and answered my homework.I looked at her and smiled.

"Thank you mom.At last, I can sleep peacefully." I said as I walk towards the window.

"Look,the stars are plenty tonight mother.Also the moon is shining bright.Just like you."

My mother is attractive.I am named after the moon.But my mom is the moon,she shines beautifully even at night.

"You inherited that from your daddy Pete." she told me and hugged me.

"What?" I asked. "That.Being mambobola." she replied and ruffled my hair.

"Heyyy!Dad's not lying.And I'm not born to be a lier.It is true." I pouted as I face outside the window.

Just then something appeared in the night sky.I turned to ask my mother but I saw her closing her eyes as soon as she sees it.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.I'm curious you know.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me.I don't know ha but I have never seen my mother cry.She's always smiling like she doesn't have any problems at all.

"Are you not familiar of wishing stars sweetie?" she said this time facing me.

"Wishing stars?No.What are those?And what's with them?Why are you-" She covered my mouth just before I can bombard her with questions.

"Easy there little girl.I will tell you what is a wishing star."

Because of that I listened to her carefully.

"Are you ready?" I nodded.

"Legend has it that wishing upon a shooting star makes the wish come true.As a result, stars sometimes slip out of this gap, becoming visible as shooting or falling stars.Since the Gods are already looking at us at such a time, they tend to be more receptive to any wishes we make." she explains.

"So you're wishing a while ago?And why are you closing your eyes?" I asked AGAIN.

"Because anything like external happenings like birds flying won't distract us and concentrate on our wishes." she told me

"Oh that's why.May I know your wish,mother?" she smiled.I swear if she's not beautiful and she's not my mother,I'd say she's crazy.Just kidding.

"No.Someone told me,telling your wish to others hinders the granting of your wish.It won't come true so,I say no daughter.I can't tell you."

"Hmm.Thank you for sharing something about wishing stars mother!" I kissed her cheek and hugged her.She hugged me back.

I jerked as I heard a knock on my door.

"Luna?" my father whose name is Pete Javier,called my name.

Ah,I remembered that night again.Today that woman,is no longer with us.I don't understand why she left us.No reason,no words at all.I've been searching for her but I can't find even a single strand of her hair.The day she left us was the day my father became miserable but luckily he's much better now.I'm not mad at her.Maybe because i love my mother so much.Whatever the reason is,I think I can totally understand.

"Luna are you there?Don't tell me you sneaked out again.God." he said and knocked again.

Yes I always sneak out the house because I always hoped I could see her somewhere.I've been hoping and sneaking for four years now.I sigh and went to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened,my father's worried face met my blank face.

"Did you went out again?' he asked. I smiled.

"No.I was just looking at the sky from my window." I replied.

He made a sigh of relief. "Let's go downstairs.Let's have a cup of milk before going to bed."

I mouthed okay then followed him.I know he's just trying to spend his little time with me because he's been working since mom left.And that's okay,atleast.I sat down and started drinking it slowly as we're having a conversation.

"Dad aren't you mad at mom?" I asked him

"No.Never.I love your mom and I'm sure she has reasons." he answered.

Then silence followed.

I'm proud of my father.He's miserable I'm telling you but because he loves mom so much,he can't get mad at her.

"Anyway,tomorrow's my final exam dad.After that I will be able to fly to Amsterdam." I informed him

"Are you sure Alexandra is there?" he asked,worried again.I nodded and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Yes dad.And don't give me that look.I'm gonna be fine.I'm going to find mom." I said with finality then I decided to go to bed.

11 WEEK LATER

Finally,Amsterdam.Wondering why I'm here?A friend of my mother told me that she went in Amsterdam.So I'm here.I'm not giving up on searching for my mom.Even if it means spending all my money,I don't care.I'm willing to follow her anywhere to see her.I just need to hear her explanation.

I'm currently staying with my auntie Zel,my father's sibling at Amsterdam-Zuid.Her house is big enough for me.And good thing she's not strict at all.I told her about my mother and she totally understand.She's cool.

I just stayed inside my room until evening came.It's a starry night again mother.I know you're out there,we're looking at the same sky.Waiting for a wishing star to appear.I chuckled in my thought.I missed doing this with them,when we were still complete.Then a shooting star really appeared.I quickly closed my eyes and made a wish.

'Please make it come true.'

A few minutes later I decided to sleep.It's gonna be a long day tomorrow then I fell into a deep slumber.

2 WEEKS LATER

"Ugh gosh." I uttered as I walk to go to another house to ask people.

I knocked on the door and waited patiently until the door opened by itself.Just kidding,it was opened by a woman,I think in her 40's.

"Hallo goedenmiddag.May I ask?" I smiled. "Yes sure.What is it?" she gladly replied.

"Do you know her by chance?Or is she familiar to you?" I asked. "No sorry.I haven't seen her here." she answered apologetically as she handed me back my mother's picture.

"Oh okay.Dank je madam." I said and left

I sat down on the nearest bench.This has been going like this since last week.There is still no progress.No one knows her.I've been to many places in amsterdam and I can't still find her.I went to buitenveldert,amstelveen,diamantbuurt,rivierenbuurt and stadionbuurt.There's only one place left and that is Apollobuurt.One last place and I'm living amsterdam.

Darkness came,I went home after eating dinner.I looked so tired my auntie asked me if I'm okay.I only smiled at her and said "I am." then went straight to my room.

"Aish.Wishing star I need you.I'm losing all of my hope." I said almost crying because of being tired.

An hour later a wishing star appeared again.I closed my eyes and made wish.Same process but too much sadness inside me.Then I fell asleep heads on my table.

Andddd today is another day.I'm going to Apollobuurt.My one last hope.So I continued my journey on finding my mother.From one house to another house but I really don't wanna give up.I promised my father I would find her.i saw a woman,standing on her patio.I called her with politeness.

"Excuse me madam!May I ask?" she went near me. "What is it?" I handed her the picture and a hint of recognition is evident in her eyes. "Yes yes.I know her.She is lady Alexandra." my heart skip a beat as the woman recognizes her.

"Really?Can you tell me where she is now?I need to see her." I told her.

"Sure.I'll just get my keys." "W-why?Can't we just walk?" I asked. "No.Lady Alexandra's house is a little bit far from here." "Oh okay." i uttered.

Few minutes later, "We have arrive." the woman announces.I got out from the car.

"This,this is where she lives." the woman says. As I was about to knock,the door suddenly opened.A familiar eyes met mine.I stared at her trying to fix myself.Those smile as bright as the moon.I can't stop myself.I uttered the word, "Mom?" she was also shocked as she recognizes me. "Luna!" she said and quickly went to me,with trembling hands,she cupped my faced. "My Luna." both of us cried.

A moment later she invited me inside her house.I went inside and saw a handsome guy,just the same age as hers.I ask her why she left us.And she gladly answered it without any hesitation.I learned that her first family is here.18 years ago she left amsterdam because she and her husband had a huge fight.Then she met my father and they had me.She thought of not going back but her husband was sorry.They have 3 children.Although it broke her heart,she decided to leave.So basically,we're just her second family.Ofcourse it broke my heart.

"I'm glad you searched for me.I'm so sorry sweetie." she was about to cry but I told her,"Mom,I knew you have reason." i said and hugged her,tight as if I'm never letting her go.

"I miss you so much.After I left you,I've been wishing for this." She said.

"The day you left me mom was also the day I began wishing everytime a wishing star appears." I said and cried.

I told her for four years,I've been sneaking out to find her and sleep late just to wait for the wishing star to appear.

After talking with her,I met her family.They're really nice.They're not even mad at us.Few weeks after I flew back to the Philippines to tell father the good news.He was so happy.Atleast we're not that that father and daughter tandem that doesn't know why the light of their life left them.Mom is visiting every year and talks with us through video calls.I say we're happy now.Never feeling empty.Since then,when a wishing star appears,I don't wish anymore.I only close my eyes and says thank you.

Some people say wishing upon a star is just for foolish people.They said it's not true.I say it is true.I have been wishing to find my mother and I did.Impossible things happen all the time,you just have to believe it can.My father taught me that being angry is never the answer.If you truly love the person,you would understand them 'cause they surely have reasons why they have done things against our will and sometimes,we just have to accept what happened,smile then move on.

#shortstory #creativewriting

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lightsandlostbells · 5 years

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so, overall, what did you think of season 3 of stranger things?

It took me a while to answer this question because I had to sort out how I felt about this season! I guess if I had to narrow it down to an overall opinion: enjoyable, but very messy. Had some of the series’ best moments but also, while I was watching, I had far more grumbles and gripes than the previous two seasons.

I’ve never really been hung up on whether this show is derivative or plays too into nostalgia or w/e. Plenty of media does that. And despite all the time I’ve spent dissecting micro-expressions and weighty silences in European teen dramas that are filmed for the cost of a candy bar … I am way into genre films and TV shows. I love monsters and superheroes and spectacle! I watched Stranger Things the weekend it premiered because I love ‘80s movies about kids on bikes having adventures, I eat that shit up. So I don’t expect this show to be a hardcore deconstruction and re-imagining of those tropes (though that sounds like a pretty great show), I’m fine with it being what it is: a solid, spooky sci-fi/horror throwback series. What matters most is whether the story and characters work. Personally, I would say whatever criticisms you can make of S1 and S2, they had heart, and unfortunately I think some of that heart was missing from S3. Much of that, IMO, comes from sidelining some of the familial relationships that were at the center of the narrative in S1 and S2, like the Byers family and Hopper & Eleven, and to some degree the important friendships like the party, although there were other friendships introduced in this season so that wasn’t as glaring. It’s not a surprise that one of the best-received parts about this season, Steve and Robin’s friendship, is also responsible for one of the most heartfelt scenes Stranger Things has ever done.

There was also a way larger emphasis on comedy in S3. Comedy is probably my favorite genre, and I did laugh at a lot of humorous moments in this season. But I also felt like there was more comedy for comedy’s sake, like long sequences created intentionally to make the audience laugh. Whereas in S1 and S2, I can’t remember any scenes like that? The comedy was more understated and came from character personalities and relationship moments rather than joke set pieces. That’s perhaps another reason why S3 felt like it had less heart.

My hope for season 4 - and I am assuming there is a season 4, because apparently this show did mega ratings for S3 - is that they don’t add more major new characters (except love interests for the gay characters, go ahead with those, lol) and instead focus on the existing cast, which is already a very strong ensemble, yet many of the characters have gotten pushed to the sides. I would love if they added to the episode count: a lot of Netflix series drag out their seasons, like they have enough story for 10 episodes but have to stretch it out to 13, but Stranger Things has the opposite problem. I feel like if they had 10 (or 11, ha) episodes they could have more time for breather moments and more space for character arcs. This season was really fast-paced in my opinion, and although that’s a positive in many respects, I missed a lot of the down time.

Also, I think every season has taken place over like a week maximum, not including the epilogues, and like … you can make the story last longer than a week! Not everything has to go to hell in like a day or two.

Some more specific opinions underneath, obviously lots of spoilers.

First of all, I gotta say, I feel like a weirdo, because so many of the reviews for this season are like A RETURN TO FORM AFTER A DISAPPOINTING SECOND SEASON and UP THERE WITH SEASON 1 NOT THAT CRAPPY SEASON 2 THAT NO ONE LIKED and uhhhh … I liked season 2 just fine? It’s probably my favorite. There are things I don’t like about it, but the stuff I love is stuff I really, really love. Hopper and Eleven’s relationship, for instance. Steve and Dustin teaming up and Steve Harrington becoming a guardian to four children. Those are not just great elements to the series, but directions that I think only a second season could have taken - Hopper and Eleven’s bond wouldn’t have had half the weight if they weren’t established as traumatized, broken people in S1. Steve Harrington becoming a babysitter would not be nearly so delightful if we had not known him as the popular douchebag stereotype from S1 - if he were just a cool dude hanging out with kids from the get-go, the impact wouldn’t be as great. After S1 used Will Byers as a MacGuffin in S1, S2 gave Will a much larger role and that little actor acted his ass off. His performance generated a lot of genuine suspense and chills. There was Sean Astin being lovable! Paul Reiser’s character being a surprisingly good guy! Yeah, there are big flaws in the season, and you can argue it’s too much of a repeat of S1, but to me it was a version of S1 that made the characters more specific and interesting. I’m just … genuinely baffled by how it’s supposed to be demonstrably worse than the others. Because of the Kali episode? I didn’t think that one was terrible, either. I think it broke up the momentum of the chaos at Hawkins Lab, and Kali’s friends were obnoxious, it’s certainly not the greatest writing of the series, but as a whole the episode is like. Fine. It’s fine. It’s mediocre, not atrocious. It’s not the worst thing ever. It doesn’t ruin anything about the story or direction or the series. Most importantly it’s easy to ignore or skip on a rewatch if you don’t like it. The backlash was way overblown.

My biggest disappointment with season 3 was Hopper. Whaaaaaaat. Whaaaat did they dooooo.

Hopper in previous seasons is a flawed, messed-up human being, but I always knew where he was coming from. When he yelled at Eleven in S2, I still got why he did it. In this season he felt cartoonish. The overprotective paternalistic dad trope is annoying BUT I might have been less bothered had they connected it more to Eleven’s lack of experience with the world, less RAWRRRR KEEP BOYS AWAY FROM MY GIRL. Or if Hopper had not demonstrated like, actual rage toward Mike and we just saw him fuming about it to himself or venting to Joyce, if he was trying to keep that shit under control. (I did laugh at him singing “You Don’t Mess Around With Jim” in the car, I gotta admit.)

But his attitude toward Joyce was what really bummed me out. I’m not into this show for shipping reasons, but I low-key enjoyed the possibility of Joyce and Hopper hooking up based on previous seasons. This season felt like they were writing a completely different dynamic for them, one that was much more aggressively obnoxious. I think their intentions were clear - they were going for a Sam-and-Diane relationship, something that was referenced early on in the Bob flashback - but the problem is that their relationship was not like that at all in S1 and S2. When I think of Joyce and Hopper from those seasons, I think about him supporting her after Bob died, or listening to her concerns about her son, or working together to find Will. They didn’t have this combative dynamic! Frankly watching giant-ass Hopper yell at tiny Joyce was viscerally unpleasant. (Side note but in the first trailer there was a shot of Hopper running at the Fun Fair with someone else who I assumed was Eleven, but no, turned out to be Joyce, Winona Ryder is just that tiny next to David Harbour.)

Also, considering this season ended with his death (and we all know he’s not really dead but OK) it’s such a waste that there were few Hopper&Eleven moments! Only the finale brought some quality content on that front. But otherwise their relationship was out of sight, out of mind for almost the whole season, which wasn’t a great choice, both to maximize the emotional impact of the ending, and to expand upon their situation post-S2. I mean, it’s been months since then, how has their relationship changed now? Hopper’s letter talked about the stuff he enjoyed doing with his daughter - why didn’t we see any of that on screen this season? It could’ve helped with the Mike angle, too, like show Hopper and Eleven watching TV together and laughing and having a good time, and then the phone rings and it’s Mike and suddenly Hopper’s watching TV alone as Eleven’s now focused on her boyfriend, we see his disappointment, etc.

Scoops Troop - Now they were a delight. They had such a ludicrous story but for the most part it worked due to the characters playing off each other and because the writing/acting/directing embraced the silliness.

Steve Harrington is easily one of the best characters on this show. I fucking love that guy. He’s consistently entertaining, he’s had possibly the best character growth out of anyone in the series, he’s evolved from a stock ‘80s asshole stereotype into someone who’s funny and sympathetic and likable. He’s this amazing blend of the ridiculous with the heroic. Steve and Dustin were great together, as they were last season, and I’m cackling that Steve acquired YET ANOTHER CHILD under his supervision without even trying. But the MVP of the season was the Steve & Robin friendship. Holy shit do I love that relationship. Holy SHIT.

Robin herself is a terrific new character, smart and funny and once you know she’s half-Uma, you can’t unsee it. I was loving her already and then the bathroom scene happened and I YELLED. I was so utterly overjoyed. If they had made Steve and Robin hook up, honestly … I would’ve been fine with it, like this show doesn’t need more heterosexual romance but at least they had a fun dynamic, but man, the friendship angle was so so superior. It’s a type of relationship that media is lacking, and the specific circumstances of this friendship made it genuinely moving to me. I keep wanting to write like a meta post devoted to just this relationship because I just have so many emotions about it! But they play well off each other as a comedic duo and as an odd couple friendship, and they’re really what each other needs, IMO. Steve needed this close friendship more than he needed a girlfriend; in this season he’s clearly adrift and we’ve seen the kind of shitty friends he had in like season one, is Dustin the best pal he had at this point? And I love Steve & Dustin but Steve needed a good friend his own age. Robin is a lesbian in small-town Indiana in the ‘80s, and she was clearly full of fear that Steve would hate her if he knew, and for him to accept her so easily, not even making a big deal about it? That’s kind of life-saving, really. I can’t wait to see more of them, if Netflix wants to make the half-hour Clerks-esque spinoff about them working in a video store and shooting the shit, I would be 100% down for that.

I have some mixed feelings about Erica because I think she could have benefited from getting the same humanization as the other kids (and I’m going to leave the discussion of racial tropes gently by the side at the moment but … yeah). The other child characters are played more like actual people with vulnerabilities, which has been part of the show’s appeal since the first season, and Erica was more like the sitcom kid who always has a snarky quip ready; however, she did make me laugh and I like that they tapped into her being a nerd, I wish they’d explore that in future seasons with the character. “I’m ten, you bald bastard” was one of my favorite lines of the season, I lost my goddamn mind.

Billy - Lmao, so Billy in S2 was the woooorst. This dude had ZERO redeeming qualities. His abusive dad creates a smidgen of sympathy, I guess, but Billy goes so far beyond normal teenage assholery that it didn’t make a dent in my opinion of him. You can redeem someone like Steve Harrington, first of all because Steve actually feels regret and works to correct his mistakes, but Steve also didn’t go to a point of no return in the first place. Billy did, for me. Physically and verbally abusing his younger sister? Attacking a black middle-schooler for the crime of being in the same room as his white sister? What a piece of shit.

With that in mind - I have no problem focusing on him as a villain this season, I really don’t. It justifies his inclusion in S2 other than as a human antagonist who’s ultimately not really connected to the main plot, as it retrospectively establishes him as an even greater threat in this season. I also think the actor did a good job with the material he was given. However, ultimately this dude’s arc was underwhelming. The thing is … I can tell they were trying to show Billy struggling with the Mind Flayer, but Billy is so lacking in any positive qualities that it’s kind of like, where does that struggle even come from? Yeah, even the worst people aren’t going to be wild about having a monster from another dimension hijack your body and use it to collect people for spare parts, but this is the same dude who was about to run over Mike, Lucas, and Dustin on their bikes last season for absolutely no reason. He beat Steve to point of unconsciousness and could’ve put him in the hospital. He assaulted Lucas. So I really need some evidence of Billy’s moral compass because it is not inherent and there’s in fact plenty of evidence that it doesn’t exist. I’m not very enthusiastic about redeeming a racist, abusive creep, but I also think if you’re going to go for him helping Eleven at the end … you have to show some current potential for goodness, not just “used to be a nice kid.”

A really glaring omission: the lack of any family/home scenes with him, Max, and their parents this season. We left off last season with Max telling him to leave her and her friends alone. How is their relationship since then? Is there still a lot of friction? Is there a tense peace? Has their relationship improved in any way? We really needed to see that follow-up. I get that Max crying over Billy this season makes sense in that he’s still her family and we can still have love for those who hurt us … but I also feel that we needed something between them to justify her pain, like even just the potential of their relationship being a fraction better, or the suggestion that Billy used to be OK to Max before he went full asshole. And I think we really needed to see Billy’s dad being currently abusive in this season - tbh, missed opportunity that the dad didn’t get flayed like, out of revenge (which would have been both satisfying and horrifying), missed opportunities for suspense when we think Billy might serve up Max and her mom to the Mind Flayer, etc.

Another missed opportunity: drawing parallels between Billy and Will. Both are possessed by the Mind Flayer. Both had shitty dads calling them homophobic slurs. Both could be read as gay (I’m not hungry to claim Billy as LGBT representation or invested in this interpretation but his scenes with Steve in S2 admittedly have that sweaty homoerotic dick-measuring vibe, if you want to take it there). Their names are both William, FFS. The difference is that Will is a sweet and gentle kid surrounded by loving family and friends who fought to save him, and Billy is a violent, cruel dude who probably doesn’t have any real friends, just shallow connections. You could show how the Mind Flayer could more easily possess and manipulate someone like Billy, but that wasn’t really explored.

Also, is anyone going to dwell on the fact that like … Max is living with an abusive man as her stepfather? He’s shown hurting Billy’s mom. Does that not concern anyone that he is very likely to attack either Max or her mom?

Oh, and thank God they didn’t take the Billy/Karen thing all the way. In retrospect, even weirder considering Billy’s mommy issues.

Joyce - I get that it’s a big leap downward in emotional investment to go from “must save my son” to “fucking magnets, how do they work” but I liked that she had her own investigation that wasn’t full of emotional turmoil. Winona forever.

Mike - Everyone is ragging on him but I think he was less terrible than people are making him out to be. He was bratty in a teenage way, but he wasn’t the worst kid ever. I didn’t take his now notorious line to Will (“It’s not my fault you don’t like girls”) as something intentionally cruel or homophobic, just something that came out wrong and that he instantly regretted, and he and Lucas did seem genuinely apologetic over the D&D game and went over to Will’s in the rain out of concern. And the reason he lied to Eleven was because SCARY ASS HOPPER threatened him??? Also, his concern over Eleven overexerting herself was not misplaced, lmao! It really took that long for anyone to go, “Hey, should we be worried about the amount of blood coming out of her nose? Should we be concerned about the effects on her brain?” Sure, Eleven has the final say in whether or not she uses her powers, but tbh… she didn’t have a normal upbringing and her view of her powers is probably skewed. Like, would Eleven have enough basic medical knowledge to be worried about brain damage or nosebleeds, or would that just be the norm to her? Is she making these decisions with a full grasp of the potential consequences? Anyway, I don’t have a more negative opinion of Mike after this season.

Eleven - I loved Eleven a lot in this season. I don’t know if it did a ton for her character arc, but it’s nice to see her slowly develop into more of a normal girl. And the season was rough for her in terms of getting her ass kicked, she goes through so much mental and physical pain! In the end she loses her dad and her powers!

Of course one of the bright spots was her and Max becoming friends! Not gonna lie, there was something a little … simplistic about some of that depiction of friendship for me - just that so much of it was SHOPPING and GIGGLING and BOY TALK, girls being GIRLS, when Max has been portrayed as a tomboy and Eleven is a telekinetic kid raised in a lab, that maybe their interactions shouldn’t have fit the mold quite so much - but it doesn’t truly bother me because they were so sweet and fun. I loved them tracking down Billy together and I appreciate that their friendship carried throughout the season, that Max was the person shown carrying an injured Eleven along with Mike, Eleven comforted Max after Billy died, etc. That was a definite sore spot of S2, the girl-on-girl jealousy and Eleven flat-out rejecting Max’s friendly introduction, and I do think they took that feedback into account for the better here. I also like that Eleven was clearly taking cues from Max, the more “worldly” of the two about boys and clothes and teenage attitudes in general - it gave their friendship a more specific shape.

I cannot WAIT to see her living with the Byers family next season. Like if they don’t spend significant time on that dynamic, it will be the biggest disappointment. There could be 8 episodes of just boring mundane Byers domestic scenes and I would love it, please inject it into my eyeballs, Duffer bros. I want to see her bonding with all of them, trying to fit in at school, attempting the most normal life she’s ever had. Also lmao, she and Will can finally have a goddamn conversation??? I hope they’ve been withholding that relationship because they were planning to go all out with those new sibling vibes in S4. They are the two characters who have been most traumatized by the Upside Down, we deserve to see them connect.

On that note, I have a lot of thoughts about Will in this season! Mainly - underused as FUCK. After all that trauma of being possessed by the Mind Flayer last season, they barely utilize this connection in the second half of S3. Even his Spidey sense hardly came in handy??? Now that was really weird, IMO, because the least they could do was have that feeling alert the others or be useful, but lmao it was practically pointless.

It’s weird because I’m not sure if they just don’t know what to do with Will if he’s not being a victim (which is stupid because there’s plenty you could do with him), but at the same time, he has one of the most poignant subplots of the season. From the reactions I’ve seen, Will feeling rejected and left out as his friends move on really resonated with a lot of viewers. But then this thread is abandoned after episode 3, for the most part. Will cries and destroys the place that represents his childhood, a place that was created specifically in response to trauma (mentioned in S2 that he and Jonathan built it after their dad left), this is very rich emotional territory … and then the show’s just like ehhhhhh moving on. He’s just hanging out in the background and touching his neck for the rest of the season.

And now I gotta talk about that other thing with Will.

I am so confused by what the Duffer brothers are trying to accomplish with Will’s sexuality, because on the one hand it seems like they have a really clear idea about it and on the other hand they’re just like¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The thing is … it seems very obvious they have always thought of Will as gay. This is blatant from the original pitch from the show as well as one of the S2 scripts (the only one that’s available publicly, so who knows what else they’ve written). I accept that people have different interpretations, but The Line this season is far from the only textual support for Will being gay, and I think it makes for a much, much stronger narrative if you read Will as gay in addition to not wanting to grow up as fast as his friends and being stunted from trauma - that is an entire meta post in itself, though.

What gets me about the ~ambiguity is that the Duffer brothers planted the gay hints in the first place! They are absolutely not there by accident! Like I’m not speaking for the teenage actors but lmao, the adults involved in the writing and directing of this series absolutely fucking knew how that “not my fault you don’t like girls” scene would be interpreted, especially considering fans were debating Will’s sexuality from the beginning, based off the many homophobic comments leveled at him in S1. There have been TV shows where fans latched onto gay “subtext” that was likely unintentional, but this isn’t one of them.

IDK, man, it’d just be nice to have some confidence in where this is going. I loved Robin and the bathroom scene made me think that yeah, they might do a decent job with Will’s sexuality, something I might have doubted before. Under no circumstances do I expect a Skam S3-style coming out arc for Will, but I’m also uncertain if I should expect anything from the show on this front at all or if they’ll play it coy to the bitter end. Though I guess I’d still take the ambiguity over giving him a female love interest after everything. Lol, that would be a giant oh-fuck-no.

Real talk, though, let’s discuss what an utter waste it would be to not write a scene where Joyce tenderly accepts her son when he comes out to her. You really aren’t going to bring that instantly iconic moment to life, assholes? You’re not going to provide that for Winona Ryder’s and Noah Schnapp’s Emmy reels? MAKE IT HAPPEN, BASTARDS.

Nancy and Jonathan have a reputation for the most boring plots but they’re fine, w/e. I’m not deeply invested in their romance but I don’t want to fast forward their scenes or anything. Nancy is an underrated character; she’s extremely proactive and always has been, and I enjoy watching her shoot things. I think the best thing they could do for both characters, though, is to separate them next season, not just physically but storyline-wise. Jonathan would be best in a subplot involving his family, because he’s at his most likable as a son and brother, and Nancy should either go off with Mike (a sibling relationship that is VASTLY undeveloped), or she should team up with Robin. I mean it, Nancy and Robin would be a power pairing, let me show you my manifesto. Both are smart young women who are good at solving mysteries. Would Robin think Nancy is a priss after Nancy unloads several rounds into the latest demogorgon chasing them? Would Nancy find Robin a refreshing alternative to the crushing suburban conformity that she claims to want to avoid? Oh, the possibilities. Meanwhile, Steve tags along in the background, all like OH SHIT, my lesbian BFF and my ex-girlfriend are in cahoots!

Lucas and Max were playing relationship counselors to Mike and Eleven through much of the season. Max still had a fair amount to do, but Lucas needs a meatier subplot next time. I feel like they’re not sure what to do with him? I would like to see him and Erica interact more since their dynamic so far is one-note.

There is one hell of a conversation to be had about the Evil Russians of this season, but I’m really not the person to do it.

Also about the depiction of capitalism this season. That’s more thinkpiece-y than I am equipped to do right now.

The product placement is something that should bother me more but I’m just like … shrug. Except that New Coke bit because that was an actual mood-breaker.

Could have done without Russian Terminator guy. That was a blatant ‘80s homage so I get why he was there, he just wasn’t all that interesting. And was that guy supposed to be superpowered or something? Was he getting jacked on Upside Down steroids??? What was his deal???

Alexei/Murray was the true OTP of the season, let’s be real.

The trend of lovable, doomed minor characters continued with Alexei. Props to that actor for making you root for the guy. He even made me kind of love Murray? I was very WTF over that guy encouraging two teenagers to fuck in S2, and I’m still not into his habit of telling people to bang even when they’re adults, but I guess he just needed a sympathetic Russian buddy to win me over.

There were a ton of moments where I felt like the characters made stupid choices as opposed to earlier seasons. Will getting dragged into the Upside Down in the first 10 minutes of the series is an impressive example of a horror movie character doing everything right and making good decisions - a 12-year-old, no less. And he was still overpowered by the demogorgon so it’s not like making good decisions will always save you! Whereas this season I was like LORD some of these characters are drinking dumbass juice.

There was also so much silly stuff happening, like things that are even more far-fetched than previous seasons, but I just kind of went with it. Yeah, of course there’s a secret Russian base under a shopping mall. Sure.

This season is objectively disgusting in terms of gore and yet I was fine with it? And I’m someone who was repulsed by Barb’s corpse in S1. The Mind Flayer being made of people was some nasty shit but effective horror. I felt bad for the poor little rats :( Oh, and the flayed humans, too. Some of them. Was sad to see Mrs. Driscoll bite it but FUCK those cartoon misogynists from the newspaper.

Visually beautiful! Starcourt Mall is an amazing set and I’m rather sad that the mall was destroyed, although that was basically a foregone conclusion. Some great cinematography, too. On a purely aesthetic level I had a great time just blasting this season into my retinas.

I have had the motherfucking NeverEnding Story theme song in my head for almost two weeks and I’m suffering.

#lillypedalsxx #replies #stranger things #also they referenced my university this season so i dug that thx 4 the shoutout

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I’m running on 4 hours of sleep and coffee; let’s make a controversial post! Today’s topic: Fates/Awakening ships I hate! :D

Preface: I’m not hating on anyone who ships these. I’m also not saying you can’t/shouldn’t ship these. I’m merely voicing why I dislike them, because I usually keep it all to myself and just feel like screaming into the void today. So all of this is just my opinion, and you don’t have to take it seriously, okay? C: Also, I don’t want to have to type “to me” after every opinion, so just take it as implied.

Now then, let’s begin.

Lonliss/Lon’qu-Lissa

Easily my biggest dislike on the list. I will never, ever, ever understand why this is Owain’s most popular parentage. Their supports weren’t all that great, and they are just so different from each other in ways that I think they would just clash. I’ve seen people who ship it say, “He would be so supportive of Owain’s banter! He would encourage his playfulness!” And all I can think is, “Are we thinking of the same Lon’qu? The one who’s stoic, doesn’t talk much, is very serious and grumpy? That Lon’qu?” He’s the token tsundere, sure, but I really don’t see him accepting Owain; I actually see the opposite. I feel like Lissa and Owain’s upbeat personalities would grate on his nerves, to the point he’d find them both unbearably embarrassing. Lissa and Lon’qu also just have MUCH BETTER ships/supports with other characters, and tbh, they both deserve better. Lissa and Owain deserve someone who gels with their sunshine energy, and Lon’qu deserves a more reserved partner. Of all Owain’s dad ships, Lonliss is the only one I truly cannot, “see,” and no explanation has made me able to, “see,” it as they both are in canon, and probably never will, tbh. Every other Lissa ship, I can find some sort of merit, even if I don’t ship it, but when I look at Lonliss, there is just none. No chemistry, no commonality, no anything that makes them a good couple. Not in canon, anyway. I’ve heard a ton of headcanons for it (I’m an Owain stan and this is quite literally his most popular dad, it’s very common), and fanon is fine and dandy, but when it bends canon too much, it just doesn’t sit well with me, and Lon’qu being any sort of okay with Lissa and Owain just bends canon too much, to me. They’re too hyper, he’s too reserved. As a final thought, I’m admittedly not a fan of any ship that takes Lissa and Owain away from Ylisstol, and Lon’qu (along with Donnel) does. Their ending states they live in Ferox, and I just don’t like that. I like Owain growing up alongside Lucina. Also, Cynthia and probably Morgan would be in Ylisstol, and Owain canon has the Justice Cabal with them in his youth, so that’s kind of contradictory if he’s born and raised in Ferox. (I also personally headcanon both Lissa and Owain hating the cold, tbh. Odin has a line about hating the cold in Anna’s DLC in Fates, and I think Lissa mentions hating snow at some point, too, though I could be wrong.)

Owainigo/Laslodin/Owain-Brady

Grouping these together because I’m equally meh on both. I can definitely see them, but I don’t like them. Owain and Inigo do become bros, but I kind of feel like they would still squabble like petty children like their Awakening supports. It’s more in a brotherly way, though; they start off teasing each other and end up in a slap-hands fight. I like them as a friendship, just not a romantic ship.

Owain/Brady I have more trouble seeing because their only commonality is their mothers, and their supports make them seem like casual friends at best. I feel like their mothers is a big part of why they’re shipped, tbh, which is just kind of :T for me. I can see them if I squint, but it’s not a ship I care for.

The saddest thing is, look up anything spicy for Owain, you’re going to find one of these two in it. Either these two or...

Odiniles/Leodin/Leotrio Threesome

Oh boy, here we go, SakuMo disliking another popular pairing(s). Odin and Niles canonically bicker. Like, they are nasty to each other. Odin says as much in their A rank. He says they should try to get along more, but I’m not really sure how well that would turn out. To be honest, the only thing they really have in common is their loyalty to Leo. Lacking that, they’re two wildly different people. I’m not saying that different people can’t work as a couple--it happens all the time--but if you lack at least some common ground, it makes it really hard for a relationship to work. Devotion to your master isn’t really much common ground. Given their canon history, dramatically different personalities, and lack of common interests, I just don’t see them being compatible. Every Odiniles fic I’ve ever read had Niles uncharacteristically understanding of Odin, to the point it didn’t even feel like Niles at all/he was very OOC. One again, fanon is fine--you do you!--but bending canon too much and/or in ways that don’t make sense to the character is just not my scene.

Leodin is one that I can kind of see, definitely more than Odiniles, which in no way works in my head, but I’m just not a fan of it, generally. My dislike isn’t as strong as with Odiniles, but it’s still there. And I’ll just say that I am not into poly, don’t like OT3s, threesomes, etc., so that should sum up my feelings on the Leotrio as an OT3.

Odilise, Lazura, Selbaki, a.k.a. “The Oedipus Complex Ships”

Don’t make the Trio marry their moms, fam. Odilise is the most egregious one, tbh, because Elise is so much like Lissa and it’s so, so creepy to ship her with Odin. Never mind that canon Elise is supposed to be like...14-15 (I reject this canon and substitute my own hc of 18, but I digress), and though we don’t know how long the Trio is in Nohr before the start of Fates, we can assume anywhere from six months to a year or two considering they are well-established as retainers, so Odin is probably in his early 20s, at youngest maybe 20-21. (Granted, using the canon ages makes a lot of ships suspect, especially with the younger characters, but I digress.) I get that Elise is a good stat mom for Ophelia and gives the “canon” hair, but the ship itself is just problematic on a lot of fronts. She’s basically his mom, their supports are playful but it def feels brotherly-sisterly (granted most of Elise’s supports do) and throws in the romance literally out of left field in the S rank, and they just look kind of suspect together, fam. I have unfortunately in my travels across the internet for Owain content seen Odin/Elise porn, and the fact it makes me uncomfortable in a, “this looks really illegal,” way speaks volumes. And again, yes, I know the same would be true for other ships with Elise, and it’s why there are few I actually like with her. But Odin/Elise just in particular bothers me because like Lonliss, I see it the most, and it’s made me irrationally bitter toward it. This one and Lonliss are my two, “hair-trigger rage,” ships. I see either, I get really annoyed. I don’t voice this, mind--I keep on scrolling and ignore the content--but it does make me grumpy, lol. They’re the two I can honestly say I hate instead of just saying I dislike.

Selbaki is a bit lesser, but it basically makes Severa her own grandma, don’t do that. xD Severa already has a complex with trying to be perfect like her mom, so making her feel the same not only for her husband but also her daughter is just cruel to her. Give Severa a break, y’all.

Lazura is the least similar, admittedly, but it’s still in the same vein. Performer marrying a performer. Of the three, I can tolerate it the most, but it’s still not great for me.

Corrin/Any sibling, including Azura

Look, I get it. Corrin is, by technicality, not blood-related to any of them, with the exception of Azura, who is their blood-related cousin. H O W E V E R, just because they find out that they aren’t blood-related to the Nohr siblings doesn’t mean the familial bonds just go POOF. The Nohr siblings would definitely not be like, “I guess we can bang Corrin now.” If this were the case, adopted families would never “truly” bond because they aren’t related by blood. Corrin growing up in Nohr means that they would most likely always see the Nohr siblings as family, and vice-versa.

Hoshido, on the other hand, is a bit trickier. While it’s true they aren’t blood-related, I want to say Ryoma is the only one who knows? Like, I think he’s the only one who brings it up in the S Support? But lacking that, Corrin and the rest of the Hoshido siblings do think they’re blood-related. Hidden Truths states that Corrin never learned the truth about their real father, nor that Lilith is their sister. All 3 routes play out with the assumption that Sumeragi was Corrin’s father, and if it’s stated otherwise, it’s maybe only in the beginning as a throwaway line during the Mikoto section. You could make a plausible argument that the Trio could tell Corrin the truth, since all 3 of them have heart-rank lines where they reveal their real names and that they’re from another world, but that’s leading into possible canon rather than actual canon (and is also why I hc it). But for all intents and purposes, Corrin thinks they are blood-siblings with the Hoshido fam, so that would make them less likely to pursue them romantically. And even if they knew, they still all all each other brother/sister.

Azurrin is the trickiest. It’s only in Revelation that the connection between Arete, Azura’s mother, and Mikoto, Corrin’s mother, is made, afaicr, so in Birthright and Conquest, Corrin technically wouldn’t know they are cousins. However, Azura would. Azura always knew everything, because her mother told her about Valla and taught her the traditional song and such. She most likely knew Mikoto was her aunt. Even on the off chance she didn’t know, it would still be an awkward down the line thing when they find out they’re cousins. I know Japan is more lenient on the whole cousin-marriage thing, but...don’t have Shigure and Kana coming out looking like the Habsburgs, please, I beg you, lol.

My rule of thumb: if two characters refer to each other as, “brother,” or, “sister,” at any point, don’t let them fuck. xD

Kana/Any Romantic/Sexual Ship

Kana is a child. Stop it. Stop it right now. They are a baby. I’VE SEEN FICS, I KNOW IT EXISTS, YOU SICK FUCKS. Even aged up feels a little awkward, but I can be a little bit more lenient on that. I just never will. Kana is asexual and aromantic in my eyes, lol.

That’s all I can really think of right now; coffee is wearing off, I need a nap, lol. Once again, please don’t be offended if I dislike a ship you like! We are all different! I just wanted to throw this out there on the off chance I do requests again and someone wants one of these written, because I would respectfully decline. I don’t mean these to be hateful, just sort of venting into the ether in a mildly-exhausted stupor.

Also, you can try to counter me on some of these, but tbh, a few of them, I am stubbornly never going to change my mind, so we’d just go round and round in a circular argument if you tried. xD I like what I like and don’t like what I don’t, lol. I’m not typically a multi-shipper, either, so you’d probably be hard-pressed to get me to shift at all, lol. I mean that in the most loving way possible, too.

#sakumo says stuff #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem fates #shipping discourse #ships i hate #sorry if i hate your ship #not going to tag all the ships because that would be rude to people looking for positive content

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crimson-mage-02 · 5 years

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Together At Last Chapter 3: Across the Universe

Summary: The Lions get separated when a trip through a wormhole goes awry, while Coran and Allura scramble to break free from an endless time loop.

A/N: Hope you all will like this chapter. Please send in comments and feedback so that i can improve. Also enjoy!

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Allura and Coran watched helplessly seeing that they are losing the paladins. “They’ve vanished through the temporal rift! The lions are gone!” Allura saw all of the lions had disappeared in different directions.

(~)

“Sir, we have found this child, or should I say girl, somehow survived the fire incident. What should we do with her, Emperor Zarkon?” asked a soldier who was looking over the vitals of the lost child on the bed. “Emperor Zarkon?” Zarkon walked towards to the young girl and observed her.

“What have you found out about this youngling?” Zarkon asked as he circled around the bed, “W-Well, we haven’t seen this type of readings since the attack on Planet Altea and Zelza. Her mana energy is what healed her. The quintessence inside of her is most powerful than ever.” Said a doctor.

“We can train her to be more powerful than ever and she’ll be good use to us. Send in High Priestess Haggar.” Zarkon ordered. The solider bowed as he went to summon Haggar. After a few moments Haggar came into the room and bowed down respectfully to her master and emperor. “Yes, my liege.”

“You see this child?” Zarkon asked, pointing to his right in the dark room, “Yes, my lord. I can sense Mage Princess Serene’s both quintessence and mana energy inside her. She is the reincarnation of the late princess, my lord.” Haggar says as she held the young girl’s raven hair. She heard her lord and master growled.

“What are your orders, sire?” Haggar turned to Zarkon who stood at the end of the bed. “Alter her memories. Also, she is going to be my new daughter.” Zarkon declared as Haggar gasped silently. “She can be a great use to the empire. Alter her memories. At once.”

“Yes, my lord.” Haggar bowed down and looked at the unconscious girl.

Kaela woke up in her ship and saw that she had crashed landed in a planet. She tried to get out of the ship but got her leg stuck. She panted and cried out in pain due to her leg stuck.

(~)

“Come on, come on, come on!” Keith grunted as he tried to get the control of his lion, but he then crash landed, went into unconsciousness.

“Come on, Ella! You can do it! That’s it!” Keith cheered cheerfully until they heard a baby crying. “Aww, Pop, she’s crying again!”

“Aw, shh, baby girl. Don’t worry, she’ll be a strong little princess. Isn’t that right Ella?” Keith’s dad asked as he held his youngest daughter in his arms, calming her down. Ella opened her clearly gentle purple eyes and put her eyes out to her father’s face.

Keith opened up his eyes and looked at his surroundings in the planet. He looked down at the controls, trying to get his lion moving. “You okay, Red?” Still, there is no movement from the lion. “Okay. We’ll fix you up. We had a tough battle.”

Keith went out of the hatch and then saw smoke not far from him. Keith then thought it could be Shiro. “Shiro!” Keith ran and ran as fast as he could until he saw it was a Galra fighter. Keith got his bayard out cautiously walking towards the ship.

He then looked through he window and saw Kaela unconscious inside. Keith then frantically used his bayard to cut the ship out open to save her. “Ella! Ella, come on wake up!” Keith shouted out to her.

Inside the ship, Kaela briefly opened her eyes and saw someone trying to get to her. She saw a white armour with red accents and heard him calling out to her desperately. She groaned as she felt the pain on her leg and closed her eyes again seeing the darkness.

Keith got the ship opened and got her out of ship quickly before it explodes. Keith carried her out of the ship and ran to a safe distance and hid behind a boulder as it exploded. Keith panted as he looked at the ship and saw it was blown to pieces.

Then he looked at Kaela who still has her helmet on. Keith carefully took out her helmet and gently held her neck and lay her down as he took in her appearance up close, seeing her long raven hair and saw she has purple Galran markings, going straight past her eyes and stops at her forehead. He also could see a cut on her head.

He went to see how bad it is until she woken up and took out her blade against his neck. Keith put up his hands, showing that he won’t hurt her. Kaela panted heavily as she looked into his eyes then her stone-cold purples eyes started to get tired and slipped into unconsciousness and Keith caught her in his arms.

“Phew, ok, let’s see. Injured arm and leg.” Keith sighed, as he ripped off some clothing from Kaela’s uniform on her sleeves to make a bandage for her arm and leg to stop the bleeding. “There, that should do it.”

Keith then carried her piggy back style and moved on to find Shiro. “Ugh, are you always this heavy?” Keith grunted as he carried her all the way to find Shiro.

(~)

Somewhere far away Pidge crash-landed in a rubble with her lion not moving, “Huh? What’s the matter, girl?” Her lion didn’t respond to her, she was not responding or moving at all. Pidge then frowned, slumping down back in her seat. “Okay, rest a bit. I’ll see what I can do.”

Pidge looked outside the window, curious. “Looks like there’s no gravity here. It’s like a trash nebula of some kind.” Pidge then sat cross-legged in her seat, “Okay, Pidge, stay calm. You know what they say. ‘When you get lost in space, the best thing to do is stay put and wait for people to find you.’ This’ll be nice. I’ll have some ‘me’, time.”

Pidge sat there for a few minutes, now feeling glum, “No one to annoy me.” Pidge could really use for someone to talk to her but there was no one with her expect for her lion.

(~)

In the wormhole, Allura and Coran tried everything they can to get to the other paladins and to get out of the wormhole. “Let’s check the Rift Positioning Monitor to see where this wormhole is taking us.”

“Coran, look! There appears to be something on the other end. We’re heading right toward it!” Allura said.

“Scanners show that there’s no exit!” Coran exclaimed. “It’s just nothingness. Find an exit before we run smack into the void!”

Allura tried to get control of the Castle but nothing was working. “I can’t. I’ve lost control of the Castle.”

“Brace yourself! We’re about to hit it!” Coran said as he embraced himself. As well as Allura. They went through the darkness, “Let’s check the Rift Positioning Monitor to see where this wormhole is taking us.”

Allura opened up her eyes as she blinked looked around, “Coran, we’re okay!”

“What are you talking about?” Coran asked. “We’ve lost all the lions!”

“We were smashed into a black void. Don’t you remember? Hmm?” Allura raised an eyebrow as she felt one of the mice jumped on her shoulder, “What happened to the mice? They’ve transformed.”

Allura looked down at all of the mice and saw that they have transformed as well and then looked at Coran, “Coran?” She blinked as she took in the appearance from her royal advisor.

“What are you looking at me like that? Do I have boogie stuck in my moustache again?” Coran asked as he stroked his moustache.

“No. You look younger.” Allura says.

Then they were headed into the black void again. “Scanners shows that there’s no exit. It’s just nothingness!” Coran exclaimed, repeating what he had said earlier which annoys the princess.

“You said that already!” Allura exclaimed in frustration.

“Find an exit before we run smack into the void!” Coran said.

“I’m entering coordinates to get us out of here.” Allura says as she tries to get control of the castle to get them into a different location out of the void. Then the alarm blared over the scanners, “The Castle won’t accept an end point.”

“Just enter any coordinates!”

“I tried, but the system is locked!” Allura says. “I can’t the signal in!”

“Allura!”

Then they entered the black void again as Allura saw even more younger version of Coran, acting like Lance. “Oh, no! You’re even more younger now!” Allura groaned. “What’s the matter? You look confused.” Coran said.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll get us out of here.” Coran said as he made some poses and strange looks at Allura.

Allura then screamed at the sight of the mice transformed again. “We appear to be in some sort of time loop that’s affecting everyone but me.” Allura shuddered when one transformed mice licked her back. Much to her disgust.

“Scanners show that there’s no exit. It’s just…”

“Nothingness, I know. And we can’t find another exit point.” Allura deadpanned looking at Coran who was making poses in front of her while she was petting one of the mice.

“Don’t you stand there. We’ve got to find a way. I’ll never give in to nothingness!” Coran said.

(~)

Shiro was with the other Garrison teachers in a school ground, showing some younger kids on how to become special pilots. Shiro then saw a lonely girl who was standing alone in the open, watching the other kids looking at the guns and weapons and the holograms of ships.

Shiro walked to towards her. “Hey, aren’t you going come and see the holograms of the ships?” Shiro knelt down to the girl. The girl squealed and hid behind the tree. “Oh, don’t worry. I am not going to hurt you.”

The girl peeked from behind the tree, looking at him. Shiro smiled happily, “I’m Shiro. What’s your name?”

“E-Ella. My name is Ella.” Ella replied stepping away from the tree. Feeling more confident, seeing that Shiro is not going to hurt her.

“Nice to meet you Ella, come on. I’ll show you some of the ships.” Shiro says as Ella’s eyes sparkled as she walked beside him.

Shiro woke up in his lion, holding his wound and went out of the lion, “Keith, are you there? Keith?” Shiro called out to his friend.

“I’ve got to get to higher ground.” Shiro made his way down to the ground, holding his wound. “Ugh, wish Ella were here to fix it up.”

Keith was making his way to find Shiro while carrying Kaela on his back. “Shiro, can you hear me? Shiro?” There was still static on his end while contacting Shiro. “Shiro, are you there?” Keith panted tiredly, carrying Kaela on his back.

Shiro walked up the hill to have better connect to contact Keith. “Shiro, are you there? Answer me!” Keith asked. “Keith, I’m here.” Shiro replied. “Keith.”

“Shiro, it’s Keith.”

“Keith, Keith, I’m here. I’m okay.” Shiro sighed as he sat down against the boulder, holding his wound.

“Shiro, you made it.” Keith sighed in relief.

“It takes more than a glowing alien wound, a fall from the upper atmosphere, and crashing into a hard pan surface, at what I’m guessing is about 25 meters per second squared, to get rid of me.” Shiro bitterly, looking at his wound. “How are you?”

“Not good. My lion’s busted. Wait, what wound?” Keith asked worriedly as he stopped in his tracks.

“It’s nothing.” Shiro replied quickly and remembered his fight with the witch. “Keith, there’s something you should know about Ella. I mean, Kaela.”

“About that, Shiro, she’s here with us on this planet. She crash landed here.” Keith says slowly.

“What? How?” Shiro asked sitting up wincing at the pain. “Is she ok?”

“I don’t know. But she’s unconscious. And injured as well.” Keith replied. “Hang on, I’m coming.”

Shiro then looked at his lion, hearing some growling sounds down the hill. Seeing some dangerous creatures looking around on his lion. “On second thought, you’d better hurry.” Shiro said.

(~)

In the trash nebula, Pidge got out of her lion to explore her surroundings, seeing there’s no one there, just herself and the lion. Then saw something glowing in the tunnel. She grabbed her bayard, “Who’s there?” seeing the markings glowing in the dark.

The creatures came out, chattering and squeaking, coming towards Pidge who lowered her bayard, “Hmm? Aww! Hey, little guys!” Pidge smiled, looking at the fluffs. “Aw, you guys are so cute. Too cute to be found in a dump like this. Are you guys the only one living here?” Pidge asked.

“I hope my rough landing didn’t disturb your day.” Pidge said. “I’ll only be here for a short time. I’m waiting for my friends to find me. We were separated during a wormhole jump.”

Then the creatures lined up in front of her, “Yeah, friends!” Pidge said, happily at them then frowned, looking up in the nebula. “I sure hope they find me soon.”

(~)

Meanwhile in the Castle, Allura and Coran were still stuck in a time loop and are planning on getting out of the wormhole. “Let’s check the Rift Positioning Monitor to see where this wormhole is taking us.” Coran said, leaning on the monitor, sighing in boredom. “This is so boring.”

“Coran, please! I don’t need any of your attitude right now!” Allura scolded to a teenage Coran.

“You don’t understand me at all! You have no idea what I’m going through!” Coran huffed, crossing his arms turning away from the princess. “I’ll be in my control area! Hmmph!”

Allura sighed then focused on task as she worked her way to try and get themselves out of the wormhole and time loop. “I can’t manually enter coordinates. But the Castle will automatically lock on to the lions’ whereabouts, if we can locate them.” Allura said as she put out the coordinates to see where the lions are. Hoping to find them as fast as she could.

But it didn’t work as well much to her disappointment. “It’s not working! I’m unable to hone on to their location.” Allura said as she then heard music coming from Coran.

“Coran, turn that down! There are lives at stake!” Allura scolded.

“I can only express myself through music!” Coran replied, not listening to her and continued listening to the music.

Allura growled as was not in the mood for dealing with Coran’s attitude. “Coran, if you don’t turn that down, I swear I’ll turn this Castle around and--..”

“And what? We’re just going run into this void that’s coming up here.” Coran said. “I hate everybody!” They went through the void again as Coran turned into a young child standing on his station.

“Let’s check the Rift Existing Monitor to see where this wormhole is taking us, whatever that means.” Young Coran said.

“We’ve tried everything and nothing’s worked. A few more trips down this wormhole and you’re going to disappear.” Allura said. “We must find a way out of here.”

“Just blast your way out! Duh!” Young Coran said as he played around with the four headed mice.

“I suppose it’s worth a try.” Allura reluctantly agreed. “The Castle’s defences might have enough firepower to destroy the tunnel.”

“Yeah! And it’ll go ker-plooy!” Young Coran said as he rode on the mice’s back. The castle’s beam tried to blast the wormhole, but it instead hit them with its own blast.

“It’s not working! It’s like we’re shooting ourselves.” Allura said.

“Where’s Voltron?” Young Coran asked Allura as she looked down, worried about their friends as they went through the void again.

(~)

Keith is still on the move to find Shiro while carrying Kaela on his back. He hoped that he can make it in time to save Shiro. “Shiro, what happened?” Keith asked, calling out to him.

“There’s several creatures.” Shiro replied.

Keith then stopped as he looked back as he saw a water geyser behind him and almost dropped Kaela from his arms. “Ugh, got to keep moving. Got to get to Shiro.”

Shiro stood up trying to get away from the vile, vicious creatures but one was behind him, roared loudly enough to get other’s attention. Shiro was all alone to deal with them as he avoided them from back pinned down and attacked by them.

Keith then saw more geysers appearing and looked around. “Uh-oh. Let’s get moving.” Keith breathed out as he ran faster. As he ran, more geysers appear from behind him then tripped over as Keith and an unconscious Kaela fell down the ledge.

Keith used his bayard to get on holding the cliff’s edge as Keith lost grip on Kaela but held her hand in time, holding her tightly. He tried to wake her up or rather shake her awake, hoping she could somehow help him but no luck. He was on his own on this. “Ugh, like it better when you are trying to kill me.” Keith muttered.

Shiro was surround by the creatures and then saw a small cave he could hide in and then jump off the cliff to go into the little cave to get away from them. Once he is in the clear inside the cave he then contacted Keith. “Keith, are you okay? What happened?”

Keith grunted as he held on to Kaela. “Minor delay, but I’m on my way. How are you?” Keith just his jetback to fly up and then put Kaela set aside. He looked at her and saw she was safe.

“I’m all right, but I’m trapped here in a cave, and some nasty-looking creatures have me cornered.” Shiro replied looking at the creatures that were digging their way in as he held on to his wound. “How’s Kaela?”

Keith looked down at her, “She’s fine for now. Stay put. I’m on my way.” Keith then stood up looking up ahead. “I just have to… figure this out.”

(~)

Young Kaela was in a small room with Haggar watching over. Checking her status on the monitor with the Druids. Haggar has found out that Kaela is the reincarnation of Mage Princess Serene, from Planet Zelza. A planet of Mages. Healers and peacekeepers.

“Sire, I have discovered something about her Quintessence.” Haggar bowed down in the throne room.

“What is it?” Zarkon asked as he sat on his throne, listening attentively.

“Her Quintessence is extremely rare and ancient. Princess Kaela has another soul in her. She has extraordinary abilities and her Quintessence, we can use it to become more powerful, my lord.” Haggar said.

“How about her memories? Have you succeeded in alternating them?” Zarkon asked.

Haggar chuckled evilly, “Precious memories are already altered, sire.” Zarkon nodded in approval as he walked out, ready to meet his daughter who stood behind the doors with a sentry.

Zarkon looked down at the small child in front of her. “Hello, my daughter.”

(~)

Meanwhile in the trash nebula, Pidge had entertained herself with trash version of her friends. “My name is Keith. I’m so emo.” Pidge held the trash version of Keith.

“Shiro, you’re our leader. What should we do? We’ll get through this if we work together. We’re a team.” Pidge mimic Shiro as she went over to trash Shiro.

Pidge then moved to trash Lance. “Look at me! I’m Lance. Hey, is that a cute girl over there?” The fluffs were watching Pidge’s puppet show as she moved on to every version of her friends and mimicking their voices and movements.

“Huh? What is it?” Pidge asked, seeing the fluffs going to her. Pidge then looked up to see her lion, seeing that it is back online. “Hey, you’re working again! Welcome back!” Pidge then flew towards her lion but was stuck by a cable and landed on a satellite dish.

A fluff went to her chittering something to her. “No, it’s not my friends. It’s just an old rusty satellite.” Pidge replied. Then she gasped as she had an idea on how to reach out to the others. “Hey! Maybe I can find my friends before they find me.”

Pidge then went to work on the satellite with bits of pieces from the trash, getting materials and equipment as much as possible to try and find the others. She had put the satellite on top of her lion, easy enough for Allura to locate her lion.

(~)

Keith breathed in and out calmly, “Patience yields focus.” He walked back a few feet away to open up geyser.

“That really stayed with you, didn’t it?” Shiro asked, feeling proud for Keith.

“You’ve given me some good advices.” Keith said as he kicked the ground and the geyser appeared. “If it wasn’t for you, my life would have been a lot different.”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t have crashed a flying lion on an alien planet and be stuck with little hope of rescue. Shiro said, bitterly. “So, your welcome.” Shiro then coughed violently.

“Stay with me Shiro.” Keith said to him as he carried Kaela again on his back and got out his bayard as he made a small platform with the geyser opening up to give enough boost to get to the other side. Keith smiled in victory until the rocks were gone underneath his feet and started to fall as he held Kaela tightly and used his jet back to fly up.

Keith made it to the other side much to his relief. Keith got Kaela up on the edge of the cliff safely and heard Shiro calling out to him. “Hang on. I’m on my way.” Keith stood up and continue on carrying Kaela on his back, again.

“Good, because these guys just started digging.” Shiro says seeing the creatures were digging their way in the cave.

Keith saw Shiro’s lion not far from where he is. “Shiro, I have visual on the Black Lion.” Keith then heard Kaela stirring up, waking up any moment. He heard her words calling out to her father. Keith assumed Zarkon. As much she wants to kill him, Keith will never give up on her and save from Zarkon’s control.

Shiro then was attacked by the creatures as he was being tossed around in the canyon. He avoided them while holding his wounds and fighting back. But his wounds are getting much more worse as he moves around. He then was pushed by one of them, falling down on the ground and losing his helmet and was surrounded by them

“Shiro, what happened?” Keith called out to him but didn’t answer, which made him worried and picked up the pace to get to Shiro quickly as fast as he can.

(~)

“Let’s check the Rift Exit Monitor to see where this worm goes.” Toddler Coran says as his tummy rumbled. “I’m hungry!” Then he started to scream, shout and cry, kicking the computers.

“Coran, no! That is not a toy.” Allura scolded as she made her way to stop Coran from destroying the computers. “You’re going to break the Castle, and everything will stop!”

Allura then paused looking down at the control panel as she set Coran down. “Wait a second. Perhaps we can simply stop the Castle from moving.”

“No mine!” Coran whined as he starts pulling her hair and then bit her arm. With Coran biting her arm, she pressed the button to power down the Castle. “I’ve shut down all of the power. Why are we still moving towards the void?” Allura asked herself.

Then Coran started to cry and whine. “My control panel!”

They went through the void again as Allura found herself, cradling her royal advisor in her arms crying. “I know, I know. Who wants to check the Rift Exit Positioning Monitor to see where this wormhole is taking us? You do, that’s who.” Allura says to baby Coran as she cradles him in her arms.

Allura held Coran in her arms as she worries for her friends and wanting to get out of the wormhole. “We have to get out of this time loop before the only thing left of you is your moustache.”

Then she saw the pacifier flying out of Coran’s mouth and looked down at him. “Poopies.” Allura groaned in annoyance, not really wanting to deal with him.

(~)

Keith had found the Black Lion and saw Shiro being cornered by the creatures that attacked him. He then turned to Kaela and set her somewhere she can be safe for now. He placed her on the boulders near the Black Lion.

He went up to the Black Lion and placed his hand on its mouth. “I know I’m not Shiro, but he’s in trouble. We need to help him.” There was no movement from the lion as Keith waited for a response. Keith was hoping that the Black Lion respond to his pleas.

Shiro was avoiding the creatures attack as his wounds were getting more worse as they had him trapped and were ready to feed on him until the Black Lion came rescuing him with Keith piloting his lion. Shiro watched, impressed that Keith was able to pilot his lion and knew he’ll be a great leader one day and saw that there is greatness in him. One creature was about to attack Shiro, but a gun shot was heard as Shiro looked up to see Kaela awake, pointing her gun at them.

In the Black Lion, Keith saw that she had saved them. Kaela was staring down at them as she stumbled and fell down with her losing grip of her gun, went back into unconsciousness. Shiro and Keith let out a sigh of relief.

(~)

Pidge had finished making the satellite and tried to find her friends using her lion to boost the signal. “Now, let’s see if we can get a hold of the Castle.” Pidge said, looking at her best hard work of the satellite while hoping to reach out to the Castle.

It powered up, seemingly working until it shut down quickly. “No, no! What’s wrong? I need to get out of here. I need to find my friends!” Pidge exclaimed. “Come on!” She heard her lion roared loudly, powering up the satellite and send in the signal to the Castle.

Pidge smiled gratefully at her lion, “Thanks. Now let’s see if this thing works.” She hops in her lion, working on to find the Castle. “I hope the signal’s strong enough to reach the Castle.”

In the Castle, Allura held Coran tightly in her arms, “Coran, what are we going to do? If we hit the end of the tunnel again, you’ll cease to exist.” She then saw the void again and held him closely. “I’m sorry. You were like a second father to me.” Allura said as tears started to form until the computers had detected something.

“Coran, look! The Castle has locked onto a coordinate.” Allura then worked her way to make a wormhole. “Come on. Come on.” Then a wormhole appeared and then went through safely.

“We made it!” Allura exclaimed in relief then heard snoring from Coran in his arms. Returning back to normal.

“Mom?” Coran mumbled looking up at Allura who had an annoyed look as she dropped him on the floor and crossed her arms. Allura then saw Pidge on her lion. “You saved us, Pidge. We were stuck in a time loop.”

“You got us out with this giant trash pile.” Coran said, seeing Pidge had build the trash satellite on her lion.

“It’s a make shift communication link that sends out the Green Lion energy.” Pidge says on their screen. “It’s similar to the energy that guided the Blue Lion home.”

“Pidge, you’re a genius.” Coran complimented, giving her a thumbs up.

“I know. Besides it wasn’t just me. They helped.” Pidge said, referring to the fluffs she had befriended.

Allura smiled, “Let’s go get the rest of the paladins.”

(~)

Keith got his lion back, sitting next to the Black Lion as he had the fire up, keeping them warm. Shiro looked at his wound and it is getting more, more worse. He then turned to see Keith glancing over at where Kaela was laying down.

Shiro nodded. “Thank you for saving me.”

“You’d done the same thing for me. How’s your wound?” Keith asked, looking at his deadly wound.

“My wound’s great. It’s getting bigger all the time.” Shiro says sarcastically. “Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Hang in there. When Allura and Coran find us, they’ll fix you right up.” Keith says as he watches over Kaela in the corner.

“Keith, if I don’t make it out of here… I want you to lead Voltron.” Shiro said to him.

Keith froze hearing his request and thought he was saying that thinking he’ll die. “Stop talking like that. You’re gonna make it.” Shiro smiled at him, feeling lucky to have Keith by his side. Then they saw a wormhole opening and appeared the Green Lion.

(~)

“Explain to me how you let Voltron escape.” Zarkon ordered.

“Perhaps it was a mechanical failure, sire.” Prorok said. “Haggar boosted the solar barrier’s power and beyond its normal limits.”

“This was no mechanical failure. The two sentries that were guarding the barrier were found destroyed.” Haggar says. “This was clearly sabotage. And also, we’ve lost Zarkon’s only daughter.” Zarkon clenched his fists furiously. Not very impressed that his subjects let Voltron get away and his daughter was missing.

“Lord Zarkon, I will start an investigation immediately. I will not rest until the perpetrators are captured.”

“Perhaps, I can save months of investigating. Who has been trying to chisel Voltron away from me this entire time?” Zarkon asked. “Who let my daughter fight Voltron alone without any assistance from the fleet? Who had let my daughter slip away and be captured by Voltron? Who let Voltron get away and disobey my orders?”

“Sire, no! I would never hurt the princess!”

“Get rid of him.” Zarkon ordered as the two sentries got the commander out of the throne room, not listening to his pleas.

“Before we dispose of him, the druids will find out all of that he knows. Then he will receive a punishment worse than death.” Haggar said.

“Lieutenant Thace…. You are now in charge of this investigation… Commander.” Zarkon said to Thace as he bowed respectfully.

“Vrepit Sa.” Thace replied as he walked away out of the throne room.

The he heard Haggar speaking to Lord Zarkon. “Sire. Worry not. We will find her. I have placed a tracking chip on her neck. That way, we can find her.” Haggar turned to him, "Kaela will be returning home safe and sound."

Zarkon nodded as he stood up walking to the window. “Good. Let’s find my daughter and take down Voltron.”

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