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Just finished reading "Magi: Adventure of Sinbad" and this is me now:
But it's soo good and still funny, you must read it!
There's Levi and that's seems a good reason
#magi the labyrinth of magic#magi adventures of sinbad#Oh the tears#Oh the laughs#But OH THE TEARS#One page is about friendship and in the next one they're all dying#READ IT READ IT
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Three Weeks
Part 26 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen
Word Count: ~6K
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Liz POV
It's been three weeks since Y/N left. Three weeks since I've spoken to my sister Mary-Kate and three weeks since speaking to Y/N's mother. I wish I could say that all of this was easy or made better due to the fact that I'm actively trying to live a life that doesn't involve me missing Y/N, but it sucks.
This is one of the hardest things I've had to do.
But here I am, waking up in my bedroom alone and sad, for you guessed it, the third week in a row. I think I've slowly morphed into my Character Leigh Shaw. That's who I am now.
A cold, depressed bitch missing her love and looking for answers.
Anywho, I did some of the cliche break-up things you're supposed to do! I cried while watching Rom-Coms and eating ice cream. I dyed my hair! Goodbye, dirty blonde, and hello, brunette Lizzie. I made sure to tell my friends that I was doing better when in reality, I was not.
Scarlett and Aubrey were quick to see through that shit.
That led to a very passive-aggressive forced lunch with a seven-month pregnant Scarlett and her daughter Rose who very sweetly had no clue what was going on. Colin was set to join, but I'm certain Scar made him stay home.
On the other hand, Aubrey called me out on everything once I spilled it all. But she wasn't as upset with me as other people had been. But she made sure that when I'm in LA that I stay with her since Robbie is still occupying our/my house. I told her that wouldn't be necessary since I have other friends and family to stay with but saying no to Aubrey is weirdly tricky.
Also, I took a page out of Y/N's book. Literally. I started writing. Okay, not like writing writing like Y/N but writing my thoughts and what I want to say the next to I see my Coffee Girl. I have a pile of envelopes ready to go. Each one is different but laced with love. They constantly stay in my purse. I'm afraid I'll lose them otherwise.
I know I haven't talked to her since, but.. this hasn't stopped me from trying. No calls, just texts every once in a while. Letting her know that I'm thinking about her and her safety. I know she's doing okay, thanks to certain people, but I can't wait to see that smile shine on her face whether I'm an inch away or thousands of miles.
I yawn and get the sleep out of my eyes before making my way into the kitchen. I haven't been eating the best or a lot lately, so maybe making a big breakfast will help today. It didn't help last week, but I can try again.
Waffles. Eggs. Cut up fresh fruit from my rooftop garden.
This is what I ended up making, and to my surprise and delight, I ended up eating a good majority of it. I compost what I don't eat because I'm not sure when I'm returning.
Oh, did I not mention? I'm flying to Los Angeles today.
I still have a couple of hours until my flight, and I packed last night, so I might as well water and say goodbye to my plants before making one final trip to Y/N's apartment.
Y/N POV
Today of all days, I have to wake up feeling like I got hit by a train.
Everything hurts. My head is pounding like a hammer. My nose is stuffed but also running. Every time I try to clear my throat, it feels like tiny needles are being dragged down my esophagus. This is awful. I knew something was happening, but I blamed it on allergies. I should've known when Nick said, "it's just a cough," he was lying. It's never just a cough. If he wasn't one of the nicest men I've ever met, I'd be so pissed at him.
Speaking of Nick. Since the last time he confided in me that he has feelings for my mom, nothing has changed. My mom knows but doesn't want to pursue a relationship. I understand her completely. I'm not saying I want to see her and Nick be together, especially since no one can replace Davey.
I know Nick wouldn't be, but that doesn't make it easier. But my mom and him have a perfect friendship right now. At the drop of a hat, they're there for each other. Wait-
What's that ringing?
I turn my head as I get pulled from my thoughts. I reach over and answer my phone with a scratchy throat.
"Hello?"
"Pumpkin? Are you alright? You sound terrible." Thanks, mom.
"I think Nick got me sick." My mom groans into the phone. "I told him to rest and that we'd have dinner together next time you visit, but no, he had to make a home-cooked meal for you."
That's sweet. I smile through the pain as she continues her rant. "He's just like your father at times, I swear." My mom laughs at her own words. I don't think she fully realized she just compared Nick to Davey, but I let it slide.
"Yeah.. so why'd you call mom?"
"Just wanted to make sure you'd be up and ready for today." I pull my phone away and see I still have a couple of hours until my flight.
Oh, did I not mention? I'm flying to Los Angeles today.
"Yeah, I packed last night. Remember one big suitcase." I try to stifle a groan as I sit up. But my sickness and back have other plans for me. If one thing is for sure, I can't wait to never sleep on an air mattress again.
"Oh, that's right! I'm sorry I can't see you off."
I roll my eyes, knowing how busy my mom is and that no matter what she says, she wants to keep me here. She practically didn't let me go last night after dinner.
"I know, mom. It's alright."
"Whose picking you up from the airport?" Oh, that's right, I forgot to tell my mom. "James. Max's brother."
My mom accepts the answer and starts telling me about how her morning has been so far while I fumble my way into the bathroom and begin searching through every drawer, looking for cold & flu medicine.
"What's that racket?"
Apparently, I was not as quiet as I thought. "Where's the medicine? I searched everywhere." I ask through a cough.
"Bottom drawer. Behind the green bag." I search precisely where my mom said, and she was exactly right. How do mothers do that? "Be sure to take some ibuprofen two hours from now as well."
"Okay, mom." I throw back the pills before scooping some water from the tap into my hand, drinking like a sick animal.
"Be sure to eat something too." My mom adds, but all I want to do is curl up on the couch and die. "Mom, I'm no-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence Y/N Y/L/N."
"Yes, ma'am." Great, now I'm in the kitchen.
"Oh, before I let you go, dear, what are your plans for your birthday?" Oh shit. My birthday is coming up. "No plans," I say, closing the fridge door with a shrug earning a sigh from my mom on the other end.
"Okay, let me know if you want to come back home for that."
I doubt it.
"Okay, mom. I'll keep you posted."
"Thank you, Y/N. Now I love you. Be sure to eat something and text me once you're on your way to the airport." I nod my head. "I will, mom. I love you too. Okay. Bye."
I end the call and throw my body onto the couch. I try to fight it, but before I know it, my eyes close, and I'm asleep.
Liz POV
They fixed the elevator.
The moving steel box's doors slide open as I reach my designated floor. Y/N's floor. With an envelope in one hand and her key in the other, I make my way to the door. I know she's not here. But a part of me still hopes I'll be in for a surprise when this door swings open.
And she's not here. In fact, the place is almost in the exact same position it was when I left it. Except it looks cleaner? Wait? Has someone been here? I take a couple of steps into the place and do what you're not supposed to do in every horror movie ever. "Hello?" I call into the quiet apartment.
I get no response.
Not fully trusting this situation, I close the door behind me and quickly search the place. It isn't until I find myself in Y/N's kitchen that I find a note stuck onto the fridge.
Hey Oslen,
Knowing you, you'll be back to Y/N's place more than once. But just in case I was wrong (I'm not), I went ahead and cleaned out her refrigerator and tidied up the place. You never know when she might come back, right? Plus, we can't have the place smelling like an old, run-down dumpster.
Anyways I'm sorry I haven't reached back out to you. But I'm happy to know that it looks like Y/N's case is finally on track to be over. Perks of having one of the hottest and best lawyers. ;)
Text me when you see this. And as far as I know.
She's safe.
With care,
Max
I fold up the piece of paper and place it into my back pocket but not before shooting a text to Max, letting her know that I saw her message and that I'm happy she's safe.
Reminding myself that I have my own piece of myself to share with Y/N. I take the envelope in my hand and walk it over to the coffee table. I hope she sees it. Maybe not tomorrow but some day.
After combing over the living room, I make my way into Y/N's bedroom. Knowing that there's not a murder in the building, I can actually look around to see the improvements Max made. Like for example, not more shirts on the floor. Instead, most of them are folded up on the bed or tossed onto hangers.
My hand immediately gravitated to one of the most recent pairs of shirts she wore. Yes, the pink-fonted Elizabeth Olsen picture collage shirt. I unfold the shirt and bring it up to my face. It still smells like her, but it's not as strong... I have to stop the pout from forming on my face. I've done it like crazy lately. I look back down at the shirt and start to get lost in a train of thought. Without another second, I find a small duffel bag and begin filling it with some shirts knowing that if I wear them out, I'll get seen. And if I get caught, they'll be posted everywhere. Everywhere- for one's woman's eyes to see.
_
"How did you get more bags?" My driver Mr. Bronson jokes as he takes them from me to place into the truck with my other luggage. "Technically, the one is a guitar case." This earns a sarcastic oooh from him.
I felt a little.. weird taking Y/N's old guitar, but it feels right at the same time. Plus, I keep remembering the texts Sam showed me from Y/N.
If you don't hear from me in the next couple of weeks, just know that I'm fine.
Feel free to come to my place tomorrow.
(Address)
Take what you want.
Also, I don't want this guitar of hers to become lost or thrown out by mistake, and I've been itching to relearn to play.
"Ready?" Mr. Bronson pulls me from my thoughts. I quickly nod as the car slowly pulls away from the curb. I take one final look behind me to see Y/N's place become smaller.
Y/N POV
"Okay what about this."
(Video attached)
That's more what I'm thinking..
but faster
and don't be afraid to make it more Appalachian.
Y/N It's your song why don't you just record it.
Robbie, first off it's our song and I don't exactly have my guitar with me..
also
the lyric is "I only want to be in the passing lane"
Not "fastest lane."
Shit.
You're right.
This will be much easier when you're here.
Couple of hours.
Thanks again.
I know I've said it a million times but
thank you
I should be the one thanking you.
But fr stop it. We're helping each other.
Also I'm just glad we're past the awkward stage.
It's not everyday two exs become friends.(?)
Writing partners *
Writing partners
"Earth to Y/N."
I lift my head from my phone, confused, which wasn't the brightest idea. My head is still killing me. The pills are helping but not as much as I want them to.
"What?" I ask whoever is begging for my attention as I close my eyes and rub my forehead.
"Just wanted to know if you needed any help with your bags. You okay?" A male voice speaks.
I pull my eyes over to the voice. It's Nick. He's standing in front of the now-closed front door. How long has he been here? Shit what time is it?
I quickly panic and look at the time displayed on my phone.
Whew. I still have some hours till my flight takes off. But that means we should be leaving soon. Airports are always an annoying hassle.
"Y/N?" Nick's voice is now softer as he sits down on the couch next to me. "You okay, kid?" I take a deep breath and try and clear my painful throat.
"Yeah."
I guess I didn't do a good enough job at the throat-clearing. Nick's face remains unchanged, but his eyes are filled with worry and guilt. He knows I'm sick. And he gave me his cold.
"Did you take medicine?" I gently nod, not wanting to hurt myself more.
"Anything you need?"
"I'm fine." Me saying that and looking "fine" are two different things, but I hate being sick, so dwelling on it makes it worse. Plus, Nick and I are becoming closer. In fact, anytime my mom was at work, and if he had time, we'd hang out. It didn't involve much. Sometimes it was just watching tv or grabbing lunch, but it formed this weird bond between us. Maybe I remind him of his late son, or perhaps he is just a good man. Or, who knows, maybe he's showing me he can be... something more. I don't know. What I do know is that I don't want him to be worrying about me right now. I got enough going on.
Nick looks at me uncertain but doesn't push it. "Are you all packed?"
"Yeah, I did it after dinner." Nick nods his head as he gets up to go to the kitchen. "Tea?" He asks without turning his back.
"Yes, please."
Liz POV
Paparazzi present as always.
They're lining up at the entrance to the airport, just alive and waiting. I guess word got around. I was showing up. I mean, it makes sense the paps would want a good photo of me. I've barely left my place the last couple of weeks so getting a picture of me "out of my cave" makes people go crazy.
"Mr. Bronson?" I ask while keeping my attention on the picture takers outside. "Could you help me with my bags?"
"Of course." I turn to see him already looking at me with a smile. "Hat and sunglasses on." He reminds me. "Ready?" I nod once I'm "disguised."
"Ready."
"Let's go." Mr. Bronson steps out of the car and opens the truck grabbing all my bags placing them on the floor before closing up the trunk. He comes around to my side of the vehicle and sets something next to the door. Before I can think about what it is, he opens the door reminding me to "keep your head down." I nod to him as he places the guitar case in my hand. "Might help." He adds.
It surprisingly works a little. As we walked by the paparazzi, far fewer pictures than usual were taken of me. The ones that knew who I was knew. The others, I think, were taking a gamble and thought I was some indie singer or something. Regardless. I'm here inside the busy airport, from one anxiety-filled thing to another.
Mr. Bronson left shortly once we made it inside. I thanked him profusely, which he, of course, shrugged off. All he told me was to "go get her." I guess he thinks I'm chasing after Y/N.
Speaking of...
I'm now sitting down, opening our very one-sided text conversation. I scroll back up to the last couple of texts she sent me. They make me smile. This was back before the ignored calls. Back before I screwed it up. Back before, I lost the one real thing I've ever known.
I remember it.
"Excuse me?"
I quickly close and fumble to put my phone away at a quiet voice speaking to me. I look up through my sunglasses to see a girl. She must be 14 or so. How'd she get into this airport lounge? Doesn't she need to have a credit card and be a member or something? Oh God, is she lost?
I can feel my nerves begin to overtake me.
Deep breaths, Lizzie.
"Excuse me?" The girl speaks to me again. Shit, I should probably say something.
"Hello." I give a smile as the girl's face lights up from me just speaking. "Oh my God, It's really you! I wasn't 100% sure. I was going to be mortified if it was someone else." I giggle, calming down a bit at the girl's tone and evident nervousness.
"What's your name?" The girl smiles again before it looks like she's trying to remember her own name. Oh gosh, seeing fans get like this makes me feel a little bad. I don't want them to get too stressed or nervous just from meeting another human being.
"Geneva."
I say the name back to myself internally before gesturing to the seat next to me since Geneva was just hunched over in front of me. "Are you sure?" She looks at me with such worry, but I motion again. "Please. It's okay." Geneva nods before taking the seat next to me. She looks like she wants to say a million things, but at the same time, she's too star-struck to do anything. I got time to kill, and I haven't really been talking to many people as of late, so I'll start.
"Geneva?" The girl turns to me- jaw dropped. "You said my name." I nod. "I did. Can I ask you a question?"
"Anything." She replies quicker than I would've hoped for.
"How'd you know it was me? And where did you see me from?"
Geneva points to her head. Leaving me a little confused. "Your cap." I lift my hand up to touch it. My LA Dodgers Cap? "It's like your calling card. You rep it more than any other celebrity. It's basically your own merch." She tells me with a smile. Huh, I mean, I guess I did buy Y/N her own cap for a reason.
I do wear it a lot, don't I?
"I literally bought one because of you. Oh, and I saw you from... over... there!" I follow where Geneva's finger is pointing. In the distance is an older man watching, waving at our interaction. So that's how she got in here. "That's my dad. I tried explaining who you were and why I was freaking out, but he didn't get it. I hope I'm not bothering you." Geneva quickly adds that last sentence in.
"Not at all. I was getting lost in my own world, so I'm happy you stepped over here." I tell her honestly. "Okay, good." Geneva appears to take a deep breath and relax a little after hearing that. I know that feeling all too well.
"So, where are you going?" I turn my body slightly towards Geneva, so she knows she has my attention.
"My dad and I are going to Oregon for a week."
"That should be fun." I instantly encourage the idea seeing that Geneva looks nervous. "I hope so. I don't like flying."
"That's okay." I go to say something else, but I see Geneva's wandering eyes look over my carry-on purse. "Where are you going?"
"Home." I point to my cap with a slight smile. Geneva slowly nods her head. "Filming?" I shake my head. "Not for a while."
"I loved WandaVision. I think it made Wanda my favorite." She mumbles that last part, but I heard her. "Oh?! Well, thank you, Geneva, but who was your favorite?"
"Bucky and Black Widow," Geneva replies, almost scared that she had another favorite before me. She knows I'm not the Scarlet Witch, right? I subtly laugh at her responses. "Those are cool characters. One is way cooler than the other."
"And hotter!" Geneva replies casually before realizing I'm not one of her teenage friends. She looks at me wide-eyed. "I-uh-I didn't- I'm sorry- don't tell Sca-" "It's okay. Your secrets are safe with me." Geneva still looks a little panicked, and it reminds me of the talks Y/N and I would have about her love of Black Widow.
I will say Geneva and Y/N are right. She is hot.
"Can I say something?" Geneva breaks the awkward yet comfortable silence that is building up in this loud airport. I gesture for her to keep going.
"I'm really sorry for how it happened, but knowing that one of my favorite superheroes or anti-hero or whatever you wanna call Wanda now was being played by someone who is a lot more like me than I thought was important."
This is a conversation that Marla and Rhonda told me that needed to happen. I have yet to publicly confirm that, yes, I am a part of a certain community now. All that's been said is that Robbie and I were no longer together and that I was seeing someone named Y/N Y/L/N—so hearing from a girl who can't even drive yet that I mean this much to her. It makes my heart warm up and break at the same time. I feel ecstatic that I can now be someone for people to look up to, but at the same time, I haven't done enough.
This needs to change.
I look over to Geneva.
"As I said, I'm sorry for how it happened, but you and your girlfriend look really cute together."
Girlfriend. I quickly use my acting skills and cover up and frown or look that suggests otherwise.
"Thank you very much, Geneva! Yes, we are cute, aren't we." I chuckle at the same time she does. "And I still look at Wanda as a hero, so you can too." I nudge Geneva.
Geneva looks down as her phone lights up. I didn't even realize she had it in her hands. "Oh, looks like we're about to board." Geneva looks up at me. "If it's not too much trouble, could I get a picture?" This child is so kind.
"Of course." I quickly take off my sunglasses as Geneva has the camera ready. I lean in close to Geneva, but not enough, so we're touching. "I won't take too many."
"I think a couple will be fine." I calmly but sternly tell her.
"Okay. One.. two.. three.. GAY!" My smile quickly morphs into a laugh that I cover worth my hand. I was not expecting the girl to say this. While laughing, another picture gets taken. "I can't believe I made Elizabeth Olsen laugh!" Geneva says a bit too loud for my liking reminding myself where we are.
It looks like we're done with the photos, so I quickly take the time to cover my face back up. "Thank you so much. Omg, this is the greatest thing I've ever taken."Geneva shows me, and it's a typical one, and then Geneva smiling as I'm dying of laughter. "I'm glad to be a part of it." In the distance, I see Geneva's dad making his way over here. I guess they're running a little late now.
"Thank you again! This means so much to me." I smile. "Me too." Geneva starts to walk away, but I stop her. "Geneva!" She quickly turns back. "Yes?!"
How do I say this?
"Do you mind waiting until tomorrow to post that picture? If you do it now.. the paparazzi will be worse in Los Angeles." Geneva thinks about my words. "Sure. I don't want it to be worse for you." I graciously nod. "Thank you very much."
"Of course, Lizzie. Happy Pride Month." Geneva waves at me before walking to her now crossed arm dad.
It is the start of pride month.
I quickly pull out my phone, exiting my text conversation with Y/N and opening the one with Marla and Rhonda.
"An interview needs to be made today. People need to know who I am."
Y/N POV
The ride to the airport was uneventful. Aside from the occasional small talk and "I'm sorry for getting you sick" from Nick, nothing happened.
Now we're inching the car closer to the departure zone.
"Hey, kid?" When he first started calling me that, I thought it would go away because of how annoying it was, but it didn't, and I've grown to like it.
"Hmm?" I turn to face Nick as his eyes are watching the cars in front of us.
"Is the reason you left New York waiting for you in LA?"
"No," I say without another thought to the question or to the pain in my throat.
"Do you want them to be?"
I purse my lips and think. I don't know.. I've been avoiding Elizabeth for weeks but saying that I don't want to see her at all would be a complete lie because I miss her. I truly do. For the past couple of nights, I've been having dreams and nightmares about her. Maybe that's what's making my move to LA easier.
"I don't know," I whisper my answer out as Nick nods his head and drops the subject.
"You know, getting to know you these past couple of weeks has been wonderful. I'm happy to know Laurie has such an amazing daughter." The car has now reached my drop-off area. I turn to the older gentleman next to me.
"It's been a pleasure getting to know you too, Nickolas." Nick smiles but rolls his eyes at the awkward way I say his name causing me to laugh, which I regret doing as my warm throat starts fighting me.
"Need help with your bag?" I shake my head no, but Nick is already out of the car, opening the trunk for me. Once I'm about, he's already wheeling my suitcase to me. "Text your mother when you land. She'll be worried sick otherwise."
"I will."
Without thinking, I wrap my arms around Nick and hug him. I feel Nick hesitate before doing the same. It didn't last long, but it was nice. "Thanks again for everything." "Sorry for getting you sick, kid." Now I roll my eyes. "It's alright. I'll see you, Nick." I turn around and start walking to the airport doors.
"Wait!" I turn around to see the car window rolled down with Nick leaning over the passenger seat. "Don't forget to check your bag! You're flying to LA; who knows what someone might do if it's left in the overhead bin." I shake my head at him like he's crazy until I remembered the conversation over dinner last night.
"Literally pee all over my luggage. Someone left their child's toilet up in the top, and during take-off, it flew to the back, smacking everyone's precious cargo."
(A/N this story happened on a podcast I used to listen to)
My face morphs in disgust. I shoot Nick a thumbs up as he laughs at my face. "So long, kid!" And with that, I turn back around and head straight towards my airline's desk. Ready to check this bag.
_
Okay, so that took longer than I thought it would. Of course, it's the beginning of summer, and this place is packed. What was I thinking? Now I'm sprinting, yes, sprinting to my gate! Mind you; I'm still feeling terrible!
It's like a scene out of a movie. I make it to my gate just as the last couple of people are shuffling on. The ticket on my phone goes through, and now I can finally breathe! I follow the people onto the plane, double-checking that I have everything. Phone? Obviously. AirPods? Duh. Cards and ID? Front pocket because what if my bag gets lost because I listened to Nick? Okay, time to find my seat and get rid of this headache.
I picked the worst day to fly.
_
Does anyone watch the stewardess do the safety instructions in case something happens and you need to step up, or is this just my anxiety making me watch them?
Anyways I feel relieved once they finish up. The person next to me couldn't give a shit. They were on their phone the whole time, and let me tell you, they were getting screamed at by someone through text.
Which weirdly reminds me.
I open my phone. I never finished my conversation with Robbie.
wasn't ignoring you just got on the plane. I'll text you when I land.
After a couple of minutes, Robbie responds.
No sweat I started taking a crack at that other song
All Eyes On Me.
Are you sure this is suited for me?
Moody indie?
Uh yeah dude.
🙄
Saving it for when you get here.
have a safe flight.
👍🏼
I exit that conversation, and I'm surprised to see a text from Max I don't remember getting.
"Elizabeth stopped by your place again. I think it might be for the last time. She's leaving ny."
Oh wow. Trying to copy me, Olsen?
I'm trying to formulate a sentence to type back, but I get interrupted when the mean stewardess tells me to put all electronic devices on airplane mode.
I'll just text Maxine back later. As of right now, though, I think it's time to pull out my AirPods, put on a relaxing playlist and tune out that crying baby five rows ahead of me.
Liz POV
Even in first class, I'm nervous. I don't know what it is today, but my nerves are doubled. Ever since we touched down in my home state, I've had this weird feeling.
Was I wrong to leave? Is it wrong to come back home? I should've apologized and seen my sister before leaving. No, I should've fucking chased after Y/N when I had the chance. Oh, God. Should I change my sunglasses and hat?
"Miss Olsen?" I dramatically lift my eyes up from the spot where my engagement ring used to be to see the eyes of the kind stewardess saving me from myself. "If you'd like to follow me." I nod before getting up and following her like a lost puppy. Except lost puppies don't get the stink eye from people, you never met.
Once we make it to the gate, the stewardess leads me to a man waiting with my bags. Well, all except one thing. Y/N's guitar case. Also, who is this man? Why is he here? I can carry my own bags.
"Thank you," I say to the stewards, who gives me a tight-lipped smile before turning back onto the plane. I walk up to the man and thank him for gathering all my belongings, but I can take it from here. He obliges as I double-check that I do indeed have everything except the guitar. I do! So with my purse securely on my shoulder and the bags and cases in my hands, I make my way to baggage claim.
Y/N POV
Two naps in one day.
I feel better after the second one. Or at least I thought I did. My eyes aren't tired. My head isn't killing me. But my throat. My throat got worse. Yes, it doesn't pain me as much to speak, but it's extra scratchy, and anytime I do try and speak, it's not my voice. I sound like a different person. Oh goodness, I need cough drops and water quick.
A text to James, Robbie, Max, and my mom later, and I'm the last one off. I've never been that last one off a plane, so I guess I can cross that off my bucket list. Why is it called that? Anyways with no bags carried on with me, it's now time to try to find my airline's baggage claim.
Oh yeah, also, I've never been to LAX before, so this is a new terrifying experience.
I hate that I'm doing this by myself.
_
I shouldn't have listened to Nick. I swear I've watched hundreds of people come by and be gone while I'm still here. I literally watched a guy walk around the corner, come by, scoop up his bag and walk straight into a car waiting for him. What the fuck?
Also, some people have zero sense of fashion. I know I don't, but I was learning a thing or two from the Olsens. Plus, I'm gay, so it's different.
Anygays, after watching the black suitcase with red lining pass by for the 7,495 time, I'm about to give up when brand new bags start coming down.
I watch as the crowd around me starts to grow. I had to do a double take when I thought I saw a woman in an LA Dodgers cap hanging around, but I didn't see her anymore, and I have to remember I'm actually in California now, so that's probably normal.
_
Finally, I saw it! My large suitcase was making its way to me. Without much of a struggle, I'm able to pull off the belt and make sure that, yes, it's mine. I'm about to finally walk away when something catches my eye.
I watch as it slides its way down before slowly making it was past me. It can't be. I look over the stickers on the case. Surely someone else has my exact same ones.
Except no one has my Davey-made sticker for my high school track team. Only one was made.
And there it is.
I watch as the case passes the people to my right. "Hey." I croak out of my throat as I watch a hand go and grab the case. Shit. They didn't hear me. When did so many people get here?
"Excuse me." "Get out of my way." "Sorry."
These are all the things I'm spitting out as the power starts coming back into my voice as I'm rushing to whoever thinks they can't steal my guitar case.
How the fuck do they have it?
"Hey, stop," I call out once I'm behind the person. "You with the case!" Fucking unbelievable! They're ignoring me.
"Hey!" I clear my throat once more and get right up behind the person before grabbing the bottom of my case from them pulling them back towards me.
"Who the fuck do you think you are!"
Liz POV
It took long enough, but it's finally here in my hands. I'm surprised I haven't been recognized with how long I was just standing there waiting.
I thought I saw someone who looked a lot like Y/N peer their way toward me, but I lost them in the ever-growing crowd.
Anyways. It's finally here in my hand. I hear some commotion behind me, but I'm too tired to see what that's about. I just want to "Hey!" get to Aubrey's before bringing this guitar to Robb-
"Who the fuck do you think you are!"
I feel the guitar case being pulled from behind as my hand gets yanked back, turning me around.
"Hey!" I yell before our eyes meet.
Y/N & Liz POV
It's her!
She's here in front of me!!
Don't fuck this up.
Part 27
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Know No Fear 2
and we're back with my boy Thiel
rip Thiel he tried to justify himself with his captain. it did not work.
skjdfhlsdf he's been waiting for three hours and the MOMENT he goes to touch the fancy weapons collection is when someone else shows up, what a mood
welp. Thiel figures he's in about as much trouble as it's possible to be in.
in which case…time to practice swordfighting and looking cool with all the fancy weapons around here that he'll never be able to touch again
i am reminded of why i love Thiel
Look, Ventanus, they call it a speeder, not a slower
okay so, these two later get established as being married
i'm going "huh??"
this doesn't read like he knows her super well
okay i take it back
he's definitely wife guy
and they're definitely close
thousand sons: am i a joke to you
it's the little bits of horror that get you
lorgar is hilarious i love this
guilliman: yeah we have a slight delay of scrapcode that came from outside
lorgar: HDU ACCUSE US AFTER EVERYTHING WEVE BEEN THROUGH I AM SHOCKED AND HURT AT THIS HDU HUMILIATE MY WORD BEARERS
they talk it out and
lmaoooo
just
cackling here
OHOHOHO IM SURE THEY WILL BE PUT TO REST
i love dramatic irony a normal amount
we're back to Thiel who FELL ASLEEP
and of course that's when Guilliman comes in the room
Thiel is EXTREMELY relatable
sdlkjfshdlf GUILLIMAN COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIEL and only came in here to think
incredible
thiel: it's fine, i'm a minor detail
guilliman: There is no such thing as a minor detail
and then guilliman goes into thinking about Lorgar out loud
Thiel: ???? ok
LET HIM SPEAK
oh, thiel
BUT THE NEXT LINE
the beginning of a beautiful friendship XD
and then he just leaves thiel there and is like "ok i'll deal with you later"
okay you know what fair's fair this is a good line
good couple of lines
abnett can sometimes write
okay the logistics are bothering me again
well for one
ISSTVAN III WAS VIRUS BOMBED
then fire bombed
how many space marines were there even to harvest
Isstvan V though, no objections on that front except WHAT is the timeline here
the word bearers had chaos plot holes on their side to organize this whole thing
okay, creepy
erebus, can you be normal about being a dark apostle of the ruinous powers for once in your life
i am now 104 pages into a 414 page book
and it still keeps drawing out the time before the attack
it keeps ominously ending scenes without anything happening just people feeling ominous
or the narration making ominous statements
or a word bearer saying something ominous
OKAY FINALLY
also im finding it fun that the ship the word bearers took over to use as their attack vector is called the Campanile
bell tower
current death toll: probably a hair less than a hundred thousand in 1s
THE POWER OF THROWING A SHIP AT A BUNCH OF OTHER SHIPS
okay this was good
okay for all i complained about the slow pace earlier, i really do like how the whole initial explosion is structured, from a writing perspective
it's very cinematic (positive)
i say positive because it's not actually trying to be a movie, it's a book that unfolds in a cinematic manner
another winner
from what I've seen so far, Know No Fear might be Abnett's best book
and I don't mean that as a backhanded compliment
like Haley, he had a serious level up from writing Horus Rising
though I think Horus Rising had better writing than Valedor tbh
okay this is actually cooler on reread because the whole purpose of this is to basically use Calth's sun up and kill it
in order to create the Ruinstorm
oh of course the first one to initiate ship to ship combat is Kor Phaeron
aw yeah the skitarii dude
i remember him being cool
also the scene with Hesst dying in Tawren's arms hits even harder knowing that they're married
also, guilliman managing the chaos and putting things together is very cool
everyone's freaking out and he's just sitting there listening and reading all the data
he does kind of hammer things in but I think it actually works here
probably because there's a lot of different plot threads and POVs going on
and yet it doesn't drag and they all feel equally important
that's some writing chops
it's because it's very much a story about a disaster and how people respond to it
the disaster is in fact the main character
also it doesn't get too dark, either, despite all the horror and that in the end the bad guys win, kind of
well, they achieve their objective
but that doesn't mean that what all the characters do doesn't matter
WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT COOKED HUMAN FAT
what is with chaos side and this
can we not
but also it's funny to me that this is used to summon Kor Phaeron
okay our death count is now in the millions
rip the southern hemisphere
at least there isn't any onscreen cannibalism
okay so Guilliman had this message on repeat beseeching Lorgar to talk and stop firing
except now things are becoming clearer
so, well
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Do you think the friendship between George and Harry is underrepresented in Drarry fanfics? From my experience, when fics explore Harrys relationship with the Weasleys its usually Ron (obviously) and then either/or Ginny+Charlie that are used as the "next in line"-Weasley-connection. When during the school years his textually most explored relationship, after Ron, is with Fred and George. The Weasleys he has the most one-page interaction w/ are - i believe- Ron, the Twins, Arthur and Molly
Interesting ask, anon! I would say I see way less George in fics than I’d have initially expected considering him and Fred are so present in the books. I wonder if that’s due to characterization challenges? I personally think the Weasleys are rather challenging to write - especially a post-war George who’s mourning Fred’s death - so it would make sense to explore characters we don’t know much about, like Charlie, instead. Your ask made me thought of a few fics with George I really like so I’m sharing them in case anyone else’s interested in seeing some George Weasley appreciation today! It includes Drarry and rare pairs both.
Drarry:
The Wedding Banquet by pir8fancier (2005, E, 4k)
I'm lying when I'm looking away by InnerLilith (2022, E, 6.7k)
Sometimes it takes a Purim party and a flapper dress for Harry to figure out what he likes. (Spoiler: He likes Malfoy.)
On Target by milkandhoney, The_Sinking_Ship (2021, E, 13k)
A charity dunk tank, some sorry excuses for friends, a Slytherin with freakishly good aim, a (mostly) empty locker room, and one very small towel. Because, apparently, everyone is dying to get Harry Potter wet.
All Roads Lead Home by dracogotgame (2015, G, 15k)
Draco is strong-armed into spending the first Christmas after the War with the Weasleys. And Harry Potter.
This is Never Happening Again by hpleems (2018, M, 32k)
“Potter,” Malfoy said, shaking his head. “Do I look like I care about your holiday plans? Trust me: this is *never* happening again.”
Like Clockwork by agentmoppet (2017, E, 39k)
Draco has never been very good at trusting others, and Potter is no exception. But if they're going to survive this, they need to accept that they're holding each other's lives in their hands, and--worst of all--they're going to have to work together.
Little Spaces by dracoladon, lazywonderland (2020, E, abandoned WIP) - Harry/Draco, Harry/Charlie
Draco's back from France and working on the spell damage ward at St Mungo's with Hermione, who invites him over for dinner. Without telling Harry.
Other ships:
You've Been Had by Lokifan (2016, E, 4.7k) - dark Fred/Draco/George, cw noncon
George and Harry might have smacked Malfoy around after that Quidditch match, but thanks to Umbridge, he still needs putting in his place.
Maybe by Vorabiza (2007, T, 5k) - Harry/George
George and Harry need some time alone to heal, but being alone together opens up new possibilities.
Just Like You by wynnebat (2021, E, 9k) - Harry/George
Of friendship, grief, and getting it on with a polyjuice version of your deceased loved ones.
Hopelessly Devoted To You by Writcraft (2020, E, 10k) - Harry/George
Harry and George watch a lot of musicals and accidentally fall in love.
Viscum Album by Camaendir (2018, T, 13k) - Draco/Ron, past Draco/Charlie
George and Ron are decorating for the Weasley Christmas party and George breaks out his newest product, Kiss-and-Go Mistletoe. All is good until Teddy Lupin shows up with Draco and Scorpius Malfoy. As the night progresses, Ron discovers that people can change for the better.
Two out of Three by wynnebat (2014, T, 15k) - Harry/George
A few years after the war, Harry thinks he has the ideal life. He's working his way up to his ideal job, he's still together with his Hogwarts sweetheart, he's got a couple of great friends, and he's love potioned to the gills.
Treacle Treat by @orange-peony (2021, E, 30k) - Harry/Ron
Fred's funeral turns out to be quite lovely, Harry thinks, in spite of how heartbroken they all feel. Everyone says something nice or funny about Fred, trying to remember the good moments. Harry can’t get the words out, but Ron is by his side, the back of his hand pressed against Harry’s, his eyebrows scrunched up as he sobs quietly.
May Contain Nuts by scoradh (2006, E, 32k) - Harry/George, cw MCD
After Voldemort is defeated, the script for Harry's life comes to an end. Unsure of what to do with his life, he does nothing. Only one person is on hand to show Harry that a hero is not the sum of his vanquished enemies, but he's got problems of his own.
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|| DREAM SMP HEADCANON|| Ranboo with Dementia
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
AYYY WHAT'S UP GUYS it's me :) i'm sorry this took so long to make, school is fxcking me over
okay okay now onto the headcanon
this will be pure angst, so be ready boys ;)
also, this is completely platonic.
insp: Everywhere at the End of Time - The Caretaker
TW/CW // anxiety, death, panic attacks, hallucinations, dementia
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
┌────── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ──────┐
GENDER NEUTRAL
└────── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ──────┘
✦ - STAGE ONE
at first everything was normal, you two were best friends and did basically everything together
he ocassionally forgot little things, like where he left his pickaxe and other stuff
it was harder for him to concentrate so you always were there for him to help him with everythimg, even just little things
and he appreciates it so much
then the behaviour changes, like suddenly getting more angry and/or impatient
and being more cheerful than usual
then the anxiety, he was always scared and one time he had a really bad panic attack
you were absolutely concerned about him and decided to take care of him
you never left his side
he always talked about how scared he was
and ranted for hours
until he forgot about his problems
✦ - STAGE TWO
everything stayed like that for two years, then he started forgetting major things, like people's names
one day you two went to visit your friend, jack manifold
he couldn't remember his name or who he was
you noticed there was something wrong with him, and decided to take him to several hospitals and clinics
after several check-ups you got the results
he was diagnosed with dementia
you cried for hours while he was sitting next to you patting your back, constantly asking why you were crying
he would ask the same question several times, making you cry harder
you moved in with him to make sure he was taking his meds
"why am i taking these, (y/n)?"
'for your own sake'
one day you took him to a walk around snowchester and he looked disorientated, not knowing what was that place
✦ - STAGE THREE
everything was worse, so much worse
he lost his memory book because he misplaced it somewhere, but you don't know where
he had trouble with speaking and stumbled with his words most of the time
tubbo, his platonical husband, came to visit every now and then to check up on ranboo
but ranboo forgot who was him
"your husband? haha oh no, i don't rem...ember getting engaged, i'm sorry."
"why are you crying?"
tubbo stopped visiting after that
he often had problem differentiating colours
one day he was so depressed that he couldn't get out of the bed for two days
after that, he seemed to have trouble recognizing you
'ranboo, it's me, your best friend (y/n)! don't you remember me ranboo? please remember.'
"i... don't know who you are... i'm sorry. i don't even r...ecall having a b-best friend."
you couldn't stop crying
your best friend was slowly losing his memories, and you couldn't do anything about it
i guess it's over, isn't it?
✦ - STAGE FOUR
his memory problems got so much worse, he forgot that water could actually damage him
he was curious about the rain, so he got out one day when it was raining and put out his hand to reach the droplets
he hissed in pain when the water damaged his skin and stormed back inside
hopefully you treated his wounds quickly and told him that it was better if he stayed in bed for now
while he was in bed and you were trying to get some rest besides him, he allucinated about a whole ass wave drowning him and he started to scream, like if he was in pain
you woke up due to the screaming and tried to calm him down, hugging him tightly and shushing him
he calmed down after a few minutes, sobbing loudly and returning the hug
he was scared, he didn't want to die
he couldn't talk at this point, every noise that came out of his mouth was incomprehensible, he was unable to communicate with others normally
you couldn't understand him, he couldn't understand you
your friendship was falling apart with the time
but afterall, you were there for him.
and that warmed his heart, even if he wasn't aware of that.
✦ - STAGE FIVE
he stayed up late multiple times, just watching you sleep or looking at the window, not able to think about anything
he felt like he was disconnecting from reality, like if his soul was slowly leaving his body
everything was foggy in his mind as he started to forget who was he, what was his name and occupation, who were his friends
who were his friends? is a question that he often asked himself
he looked at you one more time while he repeated that question simultaneously
"they're my friend."
he repeated that sentence several times, like if he was reassuring himself so he wouldn't forget that you were his friend.
he wrapped his arms around you while you slept, pulling you in a gentle hug
"thank you."
why was he thanking you? he felt like you were doing something important for him
but he couldn't remember what it was.
and that frustrated him, so he started sobbing uncontrollably
but he managed to calm himself down thanks to the relaxing sound of your heartbeat
he felt like he was dying slowly, but he didn't care about that
he had a friend who cared about him, and that's what matters to him.
✦ - STAGE SIX
ranboo was worse than ever, he forgot how to eat food properly and the basic movements of the mouth to do so
so you had to help him by gently moving his jaw up and down so he could munch the food
deep down his heart, he was thankful.
he didn't understand what was happening to him or who you were, but he knew that you were his friend.
he would randomly start crying, but it wasn't out of sadness
they were tears of joy
he was thankful that you were his friend
as no one else came to visit anymore
so he spend up his last years snuggling with you, always trying to remind himself that you were special.
and he loved you dearly, platonically speaking
✦ - STAGE SEVEN
ranboo couldn't even get out of bed as he forgot how to use his legs properly, not being able to walk
so you brought him food to his bedroom and started talking with him everyday and you didn't care anymore if he didn't answer you
you knew he wasn't able to speak anymore
you even stopped caring about your life, like work and friends
you wanted to spend every single minute with ranboo so he wouldn't be alone in his last days of life.
the days passed by slowly and one day everything ended abruptly.
ranboo forgot how to breathe, his body reacted roughly to the lack of oxygen and started moving his hand uncontrollably
you were beside him scared and paralyzed, watching how the life drained slowly from him
after what seemed to be like a few minutes, he stopped moving
he gasped loudly as he remembered everything; his name, his friends, his origins, his house, his cats, his crown, his husband, l'manberg, his memory book, you.
after that, he whispered his last words:
"(y/n)?"
and boom, he was gone.
gone from this world, forever.
you shaked him in horror, screaming his name multiple times as you cried.
your best friend was gone, and you couldn't do anything about it
so i guess this is it, huh?
✦ - AFTER RANBOO // BONUS
you hosted his funeral and everyone except dream was invited
everyone cried for him, they felt guilty as no one except you were there for him when he most needed it
tubbo was heartbroken, he was in denial and left the funeral early, probably gone to spend time with michael, his son
after that, everyone went home and you noticed that a strange book was lying in your house's entrance
you went to inspect what was it and noticed the book was dusty so you cleaned it to read what the title was
the title was 'DO NOT READ'', you recognized that book as ranboo's memory book
you gasped and stormed inside the house to read it
you sat on a couch and flipped the first page, reading carefully every single page and making sure you didn't skip anything
while you were reading, a small note was found in one of the pages and you started reading it, noticing that his handwriting was more messy than usual
it read: "Hello, if you're reading this then this is embarrassing. I wanted to write out my feelings in this small note because I was scared to talk out this with (Y/N). The thing is: I'm scared. I've been losing my memories and it's scary, I'm scared of forgetting who am I or who are my friends, I don't want to lose them. I know I promised Tubbo and Michael that I would protect them, but I'm not sure if I can keep that promise anymore. Tubbo if you're reading this, I'm sorry, for everything. Things seem to go downhill everytime I forget about things, even if they're just small things like forgetting where is my crown, and I'm scared that I will eventually forget who are my friends. I don't want to lose (Y/N), they're my best friend and I'm not ready to lose them yet. I know it sounds stupid but I just wanted to write about how I feel, goodbye forever Memory Book."
oh no, you were sobbing again.
"why didn't you tell me sooner, ranboo?"
"why?"
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IT'S FINISHED, FINALLYYyyY Yy YY yes i love angst i love making people suffer
ANYWAYS thank you if you readed all of that shit, also big thanks to my friend moony for helping me with the grammar since i don't do english
moony if you're seeing this i love you /p
ANYWAYS THANK YOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORT!! I REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!!!!
#ranboo x reader#ranboo#dream smp#headcanons#everywhere at the end of time#dementia#mcyt#angst#angst fic#eateot#NOO SHIT I FORGOT MY HOMEWORK
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Which one is the first?
OH HOHO! You've stumbled onto one of my most complex aus I have, simply because it's a dimension-traveling au of another one of my aus.
This doc is for an AU where the Gaia in my Calamity Cloud AU (an AU where Cloud was a SOLDIER experimented on in the womb and ended up going crazy and becoming the Son of Calamity) is dying and Zack (and maybe one or 2 more characters) gets saved by Aerith/the planet and is sent to a "canon" timeline.
The doc title is Visitors from an Alternate Timeline AU.
The first section of said doc is:
First scene is Cloud finding the group when he's sent to investigate an earthquake on the western continent. They fight and he does an admirable job of fighting all of them (struggling with a Zack that hates him along the way) but has to be saved by Vincent (who was contacted to help but was running behind).
My C!Cloud au is quite developed and I'm willing to answer questions about how that timeline differs from canon in a separate ask because I have literal pages of backstory written for it, as well as character breakdowns for that version of Zack (who basically takes canon Cloud's role in the story post-Nibelheim) and Calamity Cloud...
Some more details about this particular au:
Calamity Cloud - or "Strife", as I'll be referring to him as - is mostly fueled by rage and wants everyone to know that it was him responsible for his actions, not anyone else, so he doesn't ever really try to control Zack (the reasons why heavily related to his backstory). So, him being literally too angry to die/stay dead, means he keeps popping up and ends up destroying that version of Gaia.
Zack (and others) get pulled to a "post-canon" (post-Dirge, but it's my version of Dirge because that plot is a travesty) timeline and shows up somewhere on the western continent. Cloud gets sent to investigate and is attacked upon his appearance because he looks similar enough to Strife, but one of them is Zack so he refuses to actually kill any of them and is thus struggling to fend them off since they're trying to kill him.
He's saved by Vincent popping up to break up the fight (he's recognized by the weird people) and explains that Cloud isn't out to destroy the world. What happens next is dependent on whether that version of Sephiroth also made it out or not, for obvious reasons.
From there, all I have hashed out is that they get brought back to Edge and find out the differences in the timeline and deal with it via angst and hurt/comfort.
This particular version of the AU is probably only going to be a drabble or 2, covering Zack's recovery and growing friendship with Cloud + Co since I really don't see the potential for a multi-chaptered fic in it. Of course, if any of yall would like to see a full fic, you'll have to bug me about it.
#anon ask#ask game#calamity cloud au#please ask me for more details on that au#i have so many thoughts#my aus#au ask game
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