#Yeah I kind of stopped mid scene but I've used all the words and you know what I will pick up with the next prompt
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Fic: Between Eternity and Eritrea
@klaine-word-scramble: bravery (+ rave, bay, ray, very, rev, year, bear, ear, rare, are, bare, berry, brave, bra)
Words: ~2200 words
Rating: Teen and up
Summary: Blaine must control his thoughts. But he can't control his insights.
This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place directly after Dawning and before The Luckiest.
My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost. (More recent posts are in bold.)
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Lunch was difficult. Kurt ordered berry gelato for desert, and it stained his lips red. He gave Blaine a taste from his cone, and Blaine thought it was okay, but not as good as his amarena. As they walked from the gelateria to the museum, though, all Blaine could think about every time he looked at Kurt’s face was how much nicer berry gelato might taste when combined with the warmth of Kurt's mouth.
So Blaine avoided looking at Kurt’s face the way the other missionaries avoided looking into the window of the bra store on Heiliggeiststrasse. Instead, he made slow, deliberate conversation with Elder Meeks and told him that he was doing great with his German, which was true. It was also true that his accent was incredibly American, that he kept messing up his word order, and his conjugations and declensions were all over the place. But he was doing great for someone who had only spoken the language for a few weeks.
“You're brave, Elder Meeks,” Blaine said.
“I am?”
“Yeah. You left home and flew across the Atlantic to teach people about the gospel in a language you'd never even spoken before.”
“I guess. But then you are, too. And everyone else in this mission.” Elder Meeks slipped into English. “Even the ones who didn't fly across the Atlantic. If anyone should get a medal of bravery, it's Elder Halberstadt for putting up with my terrible German. And all the investigators who have to listen to me talk about the law of chastity my very first day here. That must have been as painful for them as it was for me.”
“The law of chastity on your first day? That's rough. But I'm sure you did fine. And sooner than you know it, you’ll be fluent.”
“When did that happen for you?”
“Oh, it—” Blaine stopped himself. He'd been about to say that he still wasn't fluent come on but he didn't want to discourage a greenie. “I think I was about four or five weeks in when it all started to rev up—how fast I could speak, how fast I could think, how fast I could understand. I remember giving a lesson, and somewhere in the middle of the discussion I realized that I had used the dative case with an adjective correctly in a sentence without even thinking about it.”
Elder Meeks sighed. “Dative is the worst. Well, no, subjunctive is. Will I understand subjunctive a year from now?”
“Sooner than that,” Blaine said, and patted Elder Meeks on the back. “But for now, stop thinking about it. I mean, I know it's hard, since everyone around you is speaking German. But don't worry about doing it well for now. As long as people understand you after your third or fourth try, you're doing fine.”
That got a delayed laugh out of Elder Meeks. It took him a few seconds to understand it, even with Blaine speaking slowly.
The group split up soon after arrival at the Deutsches Museum. The museum was huge, and everyone had different priorities for what they wanted to see in their short time there. Blaine headed to the textile bay with Kurt.
The exhibit truly was as fascinating as Kurt had promised. Blaine wished they could spend the whole day there, peering in at the different parts of the looms and spindles and figuring out how everything worked.
But Kurt was more fascinating. As Blaine avoided looking at Kurt’s mouth, he noticed other things that he must have seen before, but somehow hadn't registered. He became aware of the shape of Kurt’s left ear lobe and the pale half moons at the base of his fingernails. He noticed how the lines around Kurt’s knuckles grew deeper as he straightened his fingers and then smoothed out when he curled them shut. He saw that Kurt’s face wasn’t uniformly freckled from the summer sun, but the color was heavier over the bridge of his nose and along his cheek bones.
Blaine tried not to wonder how many freckles were on the areas of skin that Kurt never laid bare to the sun.
Blaine listened to Kurt rave about each detail of the Jacquard loom, and he felt that same level of enthusiasm for all the little nuances of Kurt.
“I guess we should tear ourselves away from the textile machines and figure out where the heck our companions de jour have gone,” Kurt said as they came to the last piece in the collection. “I can hardly bear to leave, though.”
“We could come back sometime, on a P-day.”
Kurt smiled. “That would be fun. Still not long enough, considering how big this museum is, but fun.”
“Well, no one’s stopping us from coming back after our missions,” Blaine added recklessly. “I mean, besides budgetary concerns. But there are cheap flights sometimes, and we could stay at the YMCA again, or a hostel, or with members we've met here.”
Kurt gave him an odd look, but not displeased. “You're so much more forward-thinking than I am. I can barely imagine what I’ll be doing the week after I get home from my mission, much less when you get back from yours.”
“Well, first you’ll visit me in Arizona.”
“Will I?” Kurt was clearly doing his darnedest to keep from smiling, and he was sort of failing. It was cute.
“Yes. And I will introduce you to prickly pears. And then, if you let me, I'll visit you in Ohio. We'll drive to the Kirtland Temple together. How far it that from Lima?”
“Lima's northwest and Kirtland’s northeast, near Cleveland. So three or four hours, maybe? I'm not sure. I've never been. You know it fell into the hands of an apostate branch, don’t you?”
Blaine shrugged. “That may be, but it's still the first temple of the restoration. Jesus Christ and Moses visited there. The holiness can't be completely gone. and after that, will come back to Munich to really explore the Deutsches Museum. And maybe the Hofbrauhaus.”
Kurt laughed. “Oh? Planning to become a lush after visiting the apostate temple?”
Blaine’s face warmed pleasantly. “We can go to the Hofbrauhaus without ordering beer. It's supposed to be beautiful, you know. With vaulted ceilings and painted murals and leaded glass windows, like a Catholic church.”
“Well, beer is the local religion. Makes sense.”
They’d made a plan to meet in the piano room at 2 p.m., and though Blaine was eager to see all the different kinds of keyboard instruments on display there, he wasn't as eager to meld back into a larger group. He dawdled where he could, pointing out some new and unexpected thing to his companion. They got tiny tastes of marine navigation, electronics, X-ray imaging, bridge construction, and geodesy.
When they arrived in the piano room, the other missionaries hadn't arrived yet. Blaine was glad. He had Kurt and twenty pianos. He didn't want anything else.
They began to look around when, suddenly, a grand piano began to play all of its own accord.
“Oh my gosh!” Kurt exclaimed. “How is it doing that?”
In retrospect, Blaine realized he had seen a museum worker bending over that piano just a moment before. She must have set it to playing. The worker now stood off to the side, behind one of the harpsichords. Blaine and his companion watched the keys of the Steinway-Welte grand piano move as if invisible hands were pressing them.
It was eerie. It wasn't like player pianos that Blaine had heard before. It sounded like there was an actual human at the keyboard—not just a human, but an expert pianist, because he recognized this as a Chopin piece that he'd never even attempted because he'd been too intimidated by the challenge, and it sounded amazing—some keys pressed softly and others with more firmness, the pedals lowering at just the right moments.
They read the sign. Normally, Blaine would have asked the worker about it. But he didn't want to interrupt the flow of the music. It was a reproducing piano, capable of recording each aspect of a musical performance—not just the notes, but the tempo and phrasing and expression—and then playing it back. They were listening to a performance from a century before, by a woman long dead. The piano was so rare that the specialists at the museum still hadn’t figured out how it all worked.
But they could still resurrect the dead and help them live again.
The observation sent a domino chain of thoughts cascading through Blaine’s mind. “Do you ever think,” he asked, after the final notes had faded from the room, “that the Plan of Salvation seems too easy?”
Kurt laughed bitterly. “You're asking a guy who seems to be constitutionally incapable of falling in love with a member of the opposite sex, so I would say, no.”
Usually, this kind of comment would have filled Blaine with a sense of guilt. Guilt over Kurt’s pain, guilt that Blaine couldn't take that pain on for him, and guilt over adding to it by saying something stupidly oblivious.
But now, Blaine felt recognition. It suddenly made sense why the Plan of Salvation had never felt quite right to him. “No, I didn't mean that kind of easy. I meant … too straightforward. Too easy to explain. Because most things aren't easy to explain. Even this piano right here. Humans invented it, humans built it, and yet no one alive completely understands how it works. And there are spiritual things we don't understand, too. Like, nobody ever been able to explain the Holy Spirit to me. The Holy Spirit is deity, but also, you can't be a God without first having a physical body that gets tested and proven worthy of salvation and, later, godhood. So how can the Holy Spirit not have a physical body, but we still say he's a God? Or she's a God. I guess he, the leaders always refer to the Holy Spirit as he, but how can he be a he if he doesn't have a physical body?”
“The Family Proclamation says that gender is eternal, and that our spirits had gender before we were born. If our spirits had gender, and he's a spirit, then I guess he can have gender too.”
The answer didn't satisfy Blaine. What was the point of having a gender if you were never going to have a physical body, which clearly the Holy Spirit wouldn't, because he'd already ascended to godhood through some alternate path that not even the leaders of the church knew about? But that was a tangent Blaine would have to explore later. “I only brought up the Holy Spirit as an example of something that's confusing and not completely explained.”
“Fair enough.”
“OK, so there's lots of things that we don't understand. But the Plan of Salvation—for some reason, our church leaders have totally figured out the exact steps that every human being on earth needs to take in order to become like God? Doesn't matter if you were born into a rich family in Mesa, Arizona, or live on less than a dollar a day in Eritrea. You're supposed to give ten percent of your income to the church and get married in the temple. It's all the same requirements even though the person who lives in Mesa, who has enough money to fly wherever they want in the world, could literally walk to the temple if they wanted to. But if you're poor in Eritrea and can't even feed your family three meals a day, you're expected to meet all the same requirements even though the temple is like—I don't know. Where's the closest temple to Eritrea?”
“I'm not sure,” said Kurt. “Where is Eritrea?”
“Next to Ethiopia, across the Red Sea from Saudi Arabia.”
“I thought the Red Sea was in Israel.”
What was wrong with Ohio schools? Blaine would have to give Kurt a geography lesson later. “Northeast Africa. South of Egypt, sort of.”
“Oh. There aren’t any temples in the Middle East.”
“Well, I know there's one in Nairobi. In Kenya. Which is in eastern Africa.”
“I know where Nairobi is,” Kurt said with a huff.
“OK. So let's say Nairobi. What is that? Maybe a thousand miles south of Eritrea, at least? So, you live on less than a dollar a day in Eritrea and you're a church member and you need to go to the temple. How are you supposed to get there? You can’t. And yet God expects the exact same key indicators from you, even though the sacrifice is infinitely bigger? It doesn't make sense.”
“God is just. He’ll work it all out in the end.”
“I know. You believe that. I believe that. Almost every single member of the church believes that. But that's not what we teach investigators. That's not what gets preached at general conference. The apostles tell us that they know the exact formula for getting to heaven. That there's one way to do it, for every single one of us, and … I don't believe it. Because if it's true, it condemns way too much of humanity.”
Kurt furrowed his brows. “I don't think—”
“Hey, elders!” Elder St. James came barreling through the doorway. “Did you see the weather satellites? Those were awesome. I always thought that if acting doesn't work out for me, it would be fun to be a meteorologist.”
It took Blaine moment to process what Elder St. James had said. His brain was still stuck somewhere between Eritrea and eternity. “You're an actor?”
“Yeah. Elder Hummel didn’t tell you?”
“Of course I didn't tell him,” Kurt said wryly. “What do you think, Elder St. James, that I regale every new companion with the details of your life?”
Elder St James shrugged. “I don't see why not. I'm very interesting.”
#mormon!klaine#wowbright writes fic#klaine-word-scramble#klaine fanfic#mormon stuff#Yeah I kind of stopped mid scene but I've used all the words and you know what I will pick up with the next prompt
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Normal People VI
I feel like some of you aren't going to like my "creative direction" on this one and I'm sorry for that. But if you've read any of my other work, there's not much I can do about these endings I write.
This last part kind of starts abruptly...kind of ends abruptly too. I recognize that. I just wanted to post and I've had a good chunk of this written since August. I think it's time. I hope you've enjoyed Normal People. You can read the rest here: Normal People. As much as I enjoyed the show, the book, and writing this, I'm looking forward to moving on to my next piece.
“If you break my heart, I think I’ll die.”
He smirked sadly, without humor. “I think if I break your heart...I’ll die, too,” he whispered and gently.
It was mid-October, home for the weekend. Her favorite time of year. It was warm from the fall day, but it was chilling off rapidly in the setting evening sun. That’s when she finally had enough, her favorite time of year. When Harry ruined everything. All the progress that he had made with her at university over the last year and a half...
When he was away from his friends from home, and it was just Niall and some of her friends, he was himself—truly himself. As hurt as she felt, she was also so sad for Harry for not feeling like he could be himself around his friends. Harry was so much better at university than he ever was in their school days.
But it didn’t make the hurt any less awful.
She thought it would be different. So maybe that was her own fault for setting her expectations so high of someone that had only ever let her down at home. Without really noticing, she called Niall. Niall was one of the only people who knew the Harry that she loved so much. The one that didn’t break her heart anymore. “Hey Niall,” she sniffed into the phone.
“Oh...hey princess, y’okay?”
She nodded. “Just...uh...” there was a hollow laugh that escaped her lips at the prospect of crying over Harry and his lack of ability to keep her heart safe. “Just...did Harry ever tell you about us?”
“Yeah...” Niall sighed. Poor thing. “M’sorry, that—”
“How come I’m not good enough?” She interrupted.
Niall frowned as he listened to the sound of her soft sniffles and shaky breathing through the phone. “Oh, princess. You’re too good. He knows that.”
“Then why does he always break my heart?” She whimpered.
Shaking his head, he wanted to smack Harry. Of course, he loved the sweet girl. She was an angel. But Harry deserved her and so much more for himself, only because he had hid his true feelings and emotions for so long. But Niall didn’t want her hurting. Especially because of Harry. No one deserved that—but especially not her. “I don’t know, love. I really don’t know.”
She nodded. “Okay...m’sorry to call and bother you. I just...” she sighed and shook her head. “You know the same Harry that I do.”
“The one that loves you so wholly,” Niall nodded in agreement. He knew what she meant. She shook her head at his words and whispered a quiet no. It felt like agony. It felt almost as bad as when her mom left her. It felt awful. “He does, love. I promise. He’s just an idiot.”
But it didn’t feel like it...it never did. So, she stayed silent.
*
Harry was racing out the door. He wasn’t himself. The guy his friends knew from their school days was long gone. The guy that was just inside wasn’t the same one from university either. That was someone entirely different. Someone that had the confidence to stand up for what he believed was right and for what he thought was wrong. Someone that made a scene and someone that yelled like nothing he’d ever done before.
But he thought it was still too late.
He didn’t stop them from making fun of her again. It was just like the party nearly two years ago. Sarah did more of a number on the stupid guys and catty girls in the group. They watched her with disdain and snickered under their breath. When they finally had the whole place laughing at her expense, she finally lost it. “You’re really not going to say anything?” She asked it so quietly as she looked at Harry expectantly.
He was soundless, blank. His muscles were stiff. Frozen in this horrible moment. He should have done something. Said something. Anything would have been better than absolutely nothing. Sarah silently, telepathically, begged for him to do anything.
Maybe it was too late, but once she was out the door, he caused a scene. A loud one. One that his friends never expected him to produce. Sarah was so proud she could have cried. But there was one friend that said, “If you liked her, why didn’t you say anything?”
Harry wanted to scream.
*
It was a bit later that he found her. It wasn’t like she was missing, and no one knew where she was. It was just sad that no one was looking for her. No one really cared that she left.
But Harry did.
He always did.
She was sitting on the ground. A small blanket from her car was the only thing separating her from the cold ground. She was sitting up straight, her legs outstretched in front of her, and her neck craned almost perpendicular to the ground to stare at the sky.
“Hey kitten,” he said softly. He didn’t want to scare her.
“Do you like clouds?” She wondered.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he got closer to her, and he gazed down at her as she stared up at the endless world in front of them. Her eyes were glassy. They rotated across the view above her slowly, over, and over. He could see from her face that she was thinking so deeply about something, and he wondered what that was.
“’Ve never really...looked at them,” he admitted quietly. He wished he did. Just so it could be one more thing that he understood on her behalf. He glanced upwards now, and sure it was pretty but it was obvious she was seeing so much more than Harry. Something more. She always did.
“I love clouds,” she whispered and leaned back slowly to lie down and could stare at the sky without straining her neck, she was nearly unblinking as she watched the clouds shift before her. “I’ve always been a sky-kinda girl,” she explained. “No one ever really...” she shook her head. “No one I know understood it...except my mom,” she sighed scrunching her face sadly. “No one ever really understood me the way she did,” she whispered quietly.
Harry didn’t know what to say so he just stayed quiet. He was still looking at her, unable to move his eyes from her. She was stunning. Even when sad. He wanted to understand her, he thought he did have a pretty good understanding of her. But how was he supposed to compare to her mum? How could he get her to believe him after that horrific display?
“How can you not...” she shook her head as she trailed off changing her sentence part way through. “The sky is never going to look like this again,” she gestured toward the clouds. Harry finally looked up and really looked. The clouds were fluffy, pink, purple, gray, and yellow. The sun peeked through the thinner parts casting rays along the rest of the sky. It was beautiful. It was like a watercolor painting. “Even in five minutes...a whole new sky,” she mumbled. It was very poetic the way she said it. However, Harry knew she wasn’t just talking about the sky. “I’ve always been in love with the sky,” she told him. Harry didn’t know that. He felt like he knew nothing about her in that moment.
“Yeah?” He murmured. It was all he could get his tongue to say.
“The sun, the stars, the moon. The clouds,” she shook her head. “M’in love with it all.”
While she stared at the sky, the air seemed so quiet, and Harry moved his gaze away from the clouds and back to her. He tried, with everything in him, to see what she saw. And yes, it was beautiful. But nothing compared to her. He wanted to say he loved her. Every part of her. He was in love with it all—but she was more than the sun, the stars, the moon, and the clouds. She was the entire universe.
“How’d you find me?”
“Huh?” He murmured sitting on the ground away from her two feet of space between them.
“Find me?” She repeated.
Harry was silent for a moment. “I... I don’t like t’be too far away from you,” he answered. It didn’t really answer her question. He hoped she would just let it go. He didn’t know how to explain to her that his heart would search far and wide for her. He wouldn’t rest until he knew where she was so he could know she was safe and okay...especially when he was the cause of her heartache.
“Oh,” she said softly. “Why?” She wondered.
He shook his head. “Something...something about you, love,” he mumbled.
There was just the sound of the light breeze whooshing past their ears for a moment. “I wish you figured that out years ago,” she said quietly. His chest hurt. He deserved that. “Y’know Harry, I always thought that you liked me,” she whispered bravely. “And I thought that was ridiculous because you were popular and lovely, and I was weird, smart, and quiet.”
“You are lovely,” he whispered. She seemed to pretend like she didn’t hear him.
“And then you kissed me, and I was so sure...and...” she shook her head trailing off, devastated again.
“Kitten,” he said softly. She didn’t need to finish her thoughts. He knew what she wanted to say.
She ignored him. “You can leave,” she said softly. She didn’t want him there anymore than he wanted to be there, she was sure.
Don’t go. Don’t leave her...again. Harry felt compelled to respect her wishes. To leave her alone and let her sit alone. But it was chilling rapidly. He had already left her once at that party and he regretted it so intensely, it still hurt even though she was right in front of him.
And the sky was almost as beautiful as she was.
And he hadn’t told her as such.
“I can’t,” he croaked. He felt so horrible for being too late. For not saying what he was feeling for not...for letting them treat her that way. Even after all these years. It made him sick. She turned her head and looked at him. “I can’t leave you, kitten.”
“M’sure I told you to stop calling me kitten,” she shook her head. She was exasperated. He watched the way her shoulders shook against the chilly air. He wanted to hold her. Wanted to warm her. The only thing he wanted was to touch her.
He winced. “Yeah...I can’t do that either.”
“Please leave,” she whispered.
Don’t. “Kitten.”
“Harry,” she sighed.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, and Harry propped himself to his knees beside her. He turned his body toward her. He wasn’t going to mess up. She glanced at him momentarily, sucking her lip into her mouth. She kept her eyes above, staring at the clouds ever changing and moving. The breeze was picking up, icing the air and surely her skin. Harry wanted to wrap his arms around her more, keep her warm and safe the way he never had before. She didn’t respond to his apology. “Kitten,” he said quietly.
“Harry, I swear to God, stop with the kitten.”
“No,” he said firmly. “I can’t. You’re my...” he shook his head. “I’m so sorry I was horrible t’you. But you’re my kitten. I can’t ever stop. Even if y’never forgive me—you’ll always be m’kitten.”
She felt her eyebrows pinch together, she stared at him soberly for a long moment. It felt like time had frozen there as the sun dipped further behind the clouds. The pink sky turning gray and dark, readying for the stars to appear.
Had he really been carrying this guilt all this time? Didn’t he know she was friends with him because...? Harry was intelligent, surely, he wasn’t this inept. “Harry... you’ve always been forgiven.”
He blinked. It felt like time had stopped. “What?”
“It was school, Harry. I can’t blame you...the hormones, the people, the...everything...it wasn’t your fault.”
Harry felt the air escape his lungs. “No,” he shook his head. “No, love...you can’t...you can’t give in that easily. I don’t deserve you and I was s’horrible t’you. If you jus’—”
“Harry, you weren’t horrible to me,” she shook her head. “There wasn’t a single day I spent with you that wasn’t the best day of my life,” she sounded irritated. “I don’t want to be in love with you, but I can’t help it. But it’s killing me. I don’t want to be in love with you anymore. I’m just...waiting for the inevitable heartbreak.”
Harry was still and silent. He wanted to cry. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want her to wait for that. It didn’t have to be like that. “Love.”
“Harry, it hurts so much to be this in love and only for you to be scared and not reciprocate it.”
He nodded. “I know,” he winced; he didn’t understand the torment she was feeling due to his lack of attention or help. But he understood the torment he was feeling due to his own stupidity. Losing her would be the worst mistake of his life. “I wish...”
She sniffled and Harry realized she was crying. “I wish too,” she whispered. “You’re...my best friend. And I don’t want to lose you.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I think tonight was proof I would...I mean. Can you really say that you’re not worried? They’re not going to go away. And for whatever reason they don’t like me.”
“I want nothing t’do with them, then, kitten. You’re m’whole world. M’whole life,” he explained.
She shook her head. “I don’t think it’s enough, Harry. I can love you and love you and love you but it’s just...”
He felt so defeated. Keep fighting. It was one tiny voice in his head shouting at the top of his lungs. It seemed useless. She was right in some ways. She had no reason to believe Harry could change after his performance. It seemed like the fight was futile. But he wanted her.
He wanted her something fierce.
“When was the last time we kissed?” He asked.
She blinked at him; it was so sudden. “What?”
“When did we kiss last?”
The blood rushed to her cheeks turning them pink like the sky but Harry wanted to kiss her until she was redder than a firetruck. “Harry...”
“Kitten, please,” he begged.
“You can’t fix us with a kiss.”
He leaned forward and cupped his hand against her face. She gasped softly and tried to pull her head away ever so slightly. “It won’t be one kiss.”
She looked so sad. “Harry...”
“Kitten,” he croaked and closed his eyes. He felt like the air in his lungs was solidifying as he tried to breathe. “If you really don’t want to, I won’t. But I have to try,” he told her. “You’re my whole world.”
She gazed at him, his hand on her cheek, and her eyes so mistrusting. “I’d rather you be my best friend than lose you because you don’t love me.”
“I adore you.”
“Do you think that’s enough?” She asked.
“It has to be.”
Swallowing she placed her hand over his against her cheek. She turned her head toward his palm and brushed her lips against it. “If you break my heart, I think I’ll die.”
He smirked sadly, without humor. “I think if I break your heart...I’ll die, too,” he whispered and gently, with the touch of a butterfly brushed his lips over hers. Her eyes closed and she seemed to melt into him.
“S’really cold out here,” she whispered.
He nodded and kissed her a little more deeply, wrapped his free arm around her, pulling her to him in hopes of keeping her warm. “Were y’gonna sit out here all night and freeze?”
She shook her head and smiled softly. “Guess I knew you would come around,” she admitted.
Harry sighed with relief. “M’glad you knew.”
Wrinkling her cute little nose, she leaned in and kissed Harry once more. “I think your kissing needs some work.”
“M’a bit out of practice.”
“Hmm,” she hummed and kissed him again.
“Let’s get you warm.”
“I’m pretty warm now,” she told him.
He nodded. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
With his forehead pressed to hers he grinned and then kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you,” it was so simple to say. Easy. So entirely easy. From far away they looked like a normal couple. Ready to watch and wish on shooting stars. There was silence between them, the air seeming to warm around them and Harry’s declaration. He would wait forever for her to say it back to him. Even if she just said it several times over, it meant something different now that Harry could say it.
“I love you too,” she answered finally. Harry sighed with relief and kissed her more.
There was nothing normal about them.
But she wouldn’t want it any other way.
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31 for whoever you think would fit! :D ^o^
Hello there :DD hehehe~~ thank you for the ask!! I picked TD/DK, with S/hoto being the sneezy one.
Since I've already done 31 with another thing, I took the concept and changed it a tad, but hopefully it's still sticking with the theme enough! (plus, this works so well with the concept I came up with, which I hope you'll enjoy ;D)
2k words, prompt 31 (ish) story under cut! All characters are 18+, this is set when they're pro heroes. (picture mid 20's)
31: “You’ve sneezed four times. That’s not like you”
(There is mild crying, just in case anyone doesn't like that, but it's happy tears, I promise~!)
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Walking through the mall, Izuku ducks behind Shoto as they pass another store he’s no longer allowing himself into. Rambling a bit, he finds himself explaining the whole story to Shoto, who for his part, is humming in agreement every so often. Not a lot of words, but Izuku doesn’t need them.
“-and so that’s why I stopped buying clothes there. I just didn’t know how to show my face again after that! I mean, how do you look an employee in the eyes knowing they’ve seen you forget your own signature for a fan…? It’s hard to be a pro sometimes, ya know?”
“Especially when said ‘pro’ is on two hours of sleep and seven cups of coffee.”
“It- it wasn’t seven!”
Shoto pauses, turning to face Izuku, a smirk painted across his features.
“How many was it then?”
A blush spreads across Izuku’s ears, dipping down into his cheeks as the floor suddenly becomes deeply interesting.
“M- maybe five… but that’s at most!”
Another hum, but this time Shoto releases a chuckle along with it, Izuku’s eyes finally unlocking with the floor to study his boyfriend. ‘It’s not uncommon to see him smile. He’s gotten better since UA days, even back then he’d smile but… he had a lot more going on. More repressed… I don’t think he knew how to let go, how to actually feel what he was feeling, how to show it. But now he-’
“Izuku, you’re doing it again.”
“Wha-?”
“The muttering.”
“Oh… s- sorry, some habits are hard to break…”
Shoto lets his hand brush up from Izuku’s shoulder to his neck, grinning at the shudder that runs through him. Izuku can’t help the sigh that escapes as Shoto lets his fingers rest gently on his cheek.
“You know I don’t mind. I just want you to ramble out loud so I can listen too, instead of in your head. The muttering may be cute, but it’s not very informative.”
If Izuku was blushing before, he’s practically on fire now. Shoto always does know the exact thing to say to make him feel better. He’s not someone who uses a lot of words, but the ones he does are carefully chosen. Picked from the herd in his mind to be the best choice for this specific instance. Izuku always admired that, it was a skill he didn’t share. His thoughts seemed inclined to bring the whole herd with them, running free from his mouth without hesitation.
“Izuku, you still with me?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah, sorry, just… thinking. Let’s keep walking?”
Shoto nods, and Izuku traces down his arm, locking their fingers together. A smile breaks through Shoto’s calm expression, and Izuku matches it with a beaming glow of his own. They continue through the mall for another few stores, Izuku rambling about the newest pro on the scene, until Shoto suddenly ducks into his free hand.
“hH’kngt-gnxxt’iew-!”
“Oh, bless you!”
“Thank you. Excuse me.”
A silence settles between them, Shoto lightly sniffling against it, and Izuku’s mind racing. ‘A double, like normal. Probably nothing, but if he has another it might mean-’
“You were talking about the power balance, and how it might shift with the new pro?”
It was still unusual to Izuku. Having someone who not only wanted to listen to his rambling, but would actively remember what he was on about, and remind him if he got distracted. ‘With most people, it’s kind enough for me if they don’t mind it. But… how did I get so lucky with Shoto? He wants to hear it, he wants me to continue!’
“Right! So because she has this amazing quirk, but it’s entirely skill based when it comes to combat situations, she’s gonna completely change the way that we look at-”
“hH’eshh-izzshh-aschhh-ktshh’oo-!”
Izuku stops dead in his tracks, wheeling around to face Shoto with his mouth hanging open.
“W- what’s with that look?”
“You… are you….”
Shoto sniffles, lightly swiping at his nose with a closed fist as Izuku stares.
“You sneezed…”
“Yeah? People do that-”
“No, no, you sneezed four times, that’s not like you. Not in a row, anyways. Usually it’s doubles, or sets of doubles, so you can get up to 10 in a fit, but they’re never piling over each other like that, they have a break in between the sets. Singles occasionally if you’re sick, and you can get three if you stifle the second in a double and it breaks free with another sneeze after, but four in a row is… unheard of… it’s not like you…”
There’s a slight pink tint to Shoto’s ears, starting to match his rapidly pinkening nose, as he listens to Izuku’s analysis. Izuku finally takes a breath, looking up and noticing the blush, and immediately feels his blood run cold.
‘Why did I say that out loud- he knows I analyze hero information, and things that are relevant- and well he knows I know everything about All Might, but so does most, well, everyone- but he didn’t know about this… I just… I catalogue everything about him, and I notice patterns as part of my fighting style, so it comes naturally to me to analyze his patterns… he’s probably mad, or embarrassed, come on Izuku, why did you-’
“You really noticed all those patterns? I didn't even know most of that.”
The voice cuts through his internal monologue, silencing the voices in his head with a power over him that only Shoto seems to hold. Izuku offers a shy smile, the hand that’s interlocked with Shoto’s twitching a little as he contemplates letting go. But the reassuring squeeze he’s given stops those thoughts too.
“Y- yeah… I just- I have a brain that notices patterns, and I don’t always get to choose when it kicks in, but I’ve found I analyze things I love most, like heroes, All Might, and…”
“And me?”
“And you.”
Shoto beams at him, a smile that sucks Izuku’s air clean out of his chest. Soon Shoto mimics this breathlessness, but for an entirely different reason.
“hIH’INGT-! hhah’ishhh-aeshhh-keSHH-IZZSHH’oo-!”
“Bless you.”
“Guhh… Thank you. It’s still so itchy… a- hahh-! Oh, excuse me. Thought I was gonna sneeze again. Any ideas of why this is happening bouncing around in that mind of yours?”
“R- really..? It’s not weirding you out..?”
“hihh’hePTSHHH’oo-aahhESHH’oo-! Excuse me. I promise, it’s not. I’m also quite curious what’s causing this s- so… so I…. hehh- Icanstopit- heH’nxggt-knngt-ESCHH-IZSHH’oo-!”
“Bless you! Well, you should start by letting them out. When you stifle them it just makes the tickle last longer, and the sneezes get more intense. Plus… it’s gotta hurt, right? When I try, it always makes my throat ache for the next few days.”
“I guess it’s a matter of practice, it doesn’t really hurt anymore, unless I do it too often. But I’ll accept your conclusion, no more stifling it is.”
Izuku feels another blush forming, his cheeks starting to swell with heat. In an attempt to crush the feeling before it can bloom, he focuses his efforts on analysis.
“You’re not sick, you said it was just itchy, right?”
He gets a nod in response, Shoto’s free hand coming up to rub at his nose again, eyes glossing over as he stares off into the distance. Izuku pauses, waiting for the inevitable to come before he continues his thought.
“hEH’ashhh-eschhh’iew-!”
“Bless you. See, more gentle already! Anyways- it’s just itchy, so not a cold, though I knew that already, colds for you will usually start in the throat or chest, with a cough or a sore throat, just sneezing out of the blue is unusual for an illness. So, probably an allergen. It’s not gonna be cats in the mall, plus those sneezes are usually more rapid and stick in doubles… Maybe pollen if we passed a flower store-”
“Let’s find out.”
With that, Shoto uses their interlocked hand to pull Izuku along with him as he retraces their steps. Izuku keeps his eyes on the stores they pass, trying to discern any cause of the reaction, while still letting his mind ramble freely from his lips.
“It’s probably not pollen actually, you usually get more hitchy. Long, drawn out buildups, and these are coming on fairly suddenly… Hey wait! Stop here, I think I found it!”
Izuku grinds them to a halt, letting his gaze fall on the store in front of them, ‘Sleep Wellness’. Letting go of Shoto’s hand, eliciting a slight whine from the other man, he steps inside.
‘I can smell… something… it’s sort of like water but with earthy tones… eucalyptus maybe?’ His eyes settling on a diffuser spraying out a mist into the air. Stepping out of the store and back to Shoto, Izuku grins.
“I found it! They have a diffuser in there. That sprays a scented mist into the air, I’m guessing it’s to help you fall asleep faster, since it’s a sleep store and all. I doubt you’ve come into contact with one, they’re not super common, and I’m pretty sure the smell is eucalyptus, which isn’t that common either. Probably why I’ve never seen you have this sort of reaction before."
Without a word, Shoto steps into the store, and before Izuku can stop him, leans in and takes a sniff of the diffuser. The reaction is instant, tears jumping to his eyes as he frantically ducks into his arm with the fit that breaks through.
“hEH’IZSSHH’oo-! AESHH’yuu-! Ischhh-kesshh-tesschhh-hhreshhh’oo-! W- whoops.. hAH’ASHHH’iew-! heH’TSHHH’oo-! mMTSHH’oo-! RSHHH’iew-!”
“Shoto what the heck?!”
Izuku yelps, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the exit, Shoto helplessly sneezing into his arm as they go. Izuku whispers blessings, and offers bashful waves and apologies to people they pass, reciting-
“He’s okay, yeah, sorry, yeah he’s fine, just need some fresh air, sorry, yeah he’s fine!”
“kNNGT’choo-! inGT’choo-! nngxtt-inngxt-knnnxgt-NGXT’choo-!”
“Bless you, don’t stifle Sho~, it’s just gonna make it worse, we’re almost outside, just try to breathe, please don’t faint, I don’t think I could carry you-.”
Shoto manages to meet his eyes through the sneezes, watery eyes still beaming with something that Izuku would almost call… pride?
“I’m- heH’izsshh-esschhh-aeshhh-hAH’ESCHH’oo-! Scuse me, I’m o- hEH’MMTSHH-! hH’RRSHH’oo-! I’m okay.”
“Bless you…”
They make it to the doors, Izuku practically dragging the sneezing man through the crowds, before finally making it to a semi-private area. Izuku lets go, and Shoto immediately leans his back against the wall, bending into his chest with another desperate group.
“hEH’ISHH-kesshhh-mmgshhh-iZSSHH’iew-!”
“Bless you, Shoto. Mind telling me why exactly you sniffed the thing you were allergic to?”
“I wanted to prove your theory. It was… stunning… to watch your beautiful mind at work, I wanted to show that you were right. I just… hEH’EASHH’oo-! RRESHH’oo-! ‘Scuse me. I just didn’t anticipate that level of reaction.”
Izuku’s mouth is hanging open once more, eyes starting to water as he stares in awe at Shoto.
“Y- you thought it was…. beautiful..?”
A laugh bursts from Shoto’s lungs, joyous and pure. Izuku feels the tear slip down his cheek, matching the water running down Shoto’s aswell. He frantically sniffles to try to get himself under control, ‘Come on, you’re crying because he called you pretty?’ but Shoto grabs his hand, using his other to reach up and cup his cheek. He gently brushes the tears away, Izuku purring slightly as he leans into the touch, Shoto gently working his fingers up into Izuku’s hair.
“I did. It was beautiful. Like you.”
With that, Shoto leans in, planting a soft kiss against Izuku’s trembling lips. They seem to melt into each other, arms wrapping around their backs, until finally Shoto breaks away with another rapid-
“Ishhh-keshhh-ashh-izssshh’oo-!”
“Bless you-”
Izuku offers, just as light and breathy as the sneezes. Shoto laughs, the full body kind that has him leaning against Izuku’s chest for support. It’s a rare kind of laugh for Shoto. Something pure, full of joy, full of something Izuku didn’t know existed. Not until he met Shoto.
And now? Now his life is bursting with it.
#waterfallasks#waterfallwrites#thank you for the ask girl~~#i hope you like thissss#tried to fit the prompt in a new way so it wasnt the same as the other time i used it#snz#snzkink#m/ha
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Thoughts on the new leaks/season 2?
As I've said before, I honestly like the idea of Melissa joining for S2. It could just be flashbacks, but even if it's not, the symbolism from S5 tells us they always planned for Carol to be part of Daryl finding Beth. So, it's a good sign in my book. Here are some of my fellow theorists' thoughts about it as well:
@wdway
Well what do you know Melissa is in France. They don't look like they're in the on their honeymoon to me though. I am not worried about this, she was supposed to be in the spinoff anyway. This only thing I absolutely do hate about this is that that gloating the Carylers are gonna put us through until, yet again, nothing romantic happens between Daryl and Carol.
Apparently the Carylers believe this is the wedding ring that Daryl gave to his beloved wife Carol. His wife, his forever love. Of course unless this photo was flipped she's wearing it on the wrong finger and hand.
@galadrieljones
It’s also possible she got married to Ezekiel! I don’t believe she’d marry Daryl that would be like marrying your brother.
Also hmmm this is interesting tho. How does she end up there?
Also why is her hair short…?
Flashbacks?
Do you know where these came from? Like I wonder if this is them in costume?
Tempted to try and find Carol in that outfit in an old episode to see if it’s possible she’s filming flashback scenes.
If I were a Caryler I’d be worried about the fact her hair is short again. We know the story of why she cut her hair. Growing it out again was like a point of pride and moving on. Why would she cut it again?
Unless okay it’s just MMB’s hair
And she wears a wig?
Anyway I am probably wrong she probably wears a wig. But yeah actually this intrigues me and like idc about Carylers.
@wdway
Remember in the last scenes of, Rest in Peace, after the year time jump Carol had cut her hair.
@galadrieljones
Omg I forgot lol
@wdway
With all the crew around them I'm sure that this is their costumes. And I think it is present time Europe.
@wdway
I guess that life raft drifted back across the ocean for Carol to hitch a ride.
@galadrieljones
Seriously tho did she follow him? Track him? I’m actually extremely interested in how Carol got there because unlike Daryl, Carol is a major troublemaker and has less moral convictions when it comes to getting what she wants
@wdway
In one of the shots above we see Daryl holding a map. Why does he need a map? He's found his true love (sarcasm). I just think it's part of all the pattern of maps we're seeing.
@galadrieljones:
If she got some sort of distress signal from Daryl while out on a fishing boat at Oceanside or something like yeah she’d shoot people and hijack a ship and sail all the way to France and continue to shoot ppl till she found him (and then she’d shoot more ppl and Daryl would have to be like CAROL STOP)
I’m imagining Daryl on the mission of a lifetime and then somehow getting word home to Carol: “I need your help. Meet me.” She would go in two seconds
@wdway
The very best scenario would be that is Beth sent her!!
@galadrieljones
(To help him find Beth ofc in a “reprise,” or another “rendition” if you will, of Consumed to the coda)
Either way would be fine with me.
@wdway
I definitely think her joining him will be a replay of Consume and we know what happened at the end of that. BETH.
@galadrieljones
Daryl gets sucked into France, Carol gets lost on a side quest re: “Diverged.” She finds Beth.
Honestly I actually love Carol because she’s such an active character like she can’t help herself, she’s always getting into some sort of mess
She guarantees excitement lol
(Just, unfortunately for the Carylers, not the sexy kind.)
@wdway
And Daryl's job is to try his best to rain her in. And Ezekiel is the only one that looks at her and believes that she represents light.
@galadrieljones
Is it a coincidence these shots of Carol leak the day after the mid season finale of Fear? Is there any doubt these leaks are all on purpose?
@wdway:
Very, very good point.
Hopefully there will be some clarifications on a lot of these things we've talked about today at this year's comic-con.
As if tptb are very aware of what the chatter is in the fandoms.
@galadrieljones
Yes and as if they have pretty decent control over what we see and when.
@twdmusicboxmystery:
Really fascinating stuff, Gals. I’ve loved reading all your thoughts. I’m actually kind of excited that Melissa is there. As you said, it means that there will be a replay of Consumed, and I’ve always thought that would happen before Beth appears. I assumed they would have to change what they set up for all those years ago, but it looks like it just got a bit delayed.
@wdway
There are so many articles wanting us to believe that it's Troy, it just makes absolutely no sense that they didn't just show his face if within hours it is published in multiple articles that it was him. I don't believe it was either Emily or the actor that plays Troy. I think it was someone that would give us that very questionable debate. That blonde hair did not come from the Troy actor. Even if he now has very long hair and bleached it, his hair is naturally curly, that was not curly man's hair.
My take is that if the character Troy is coming back it's a definite a nod to someone coming back that everyone presumed to be dead because of the obvious hammer bashing wound that was shown. If he doesn't actually appear it's still the same thing, someone can come back from what appears to be have been an un-survivable wound.
How they dressed the mysterious person in neutral unisex clothing says that it could be anyone but you will never convince me that the slight show of blonde hair was not a message to TD, to remain hopeful, that Gimple has not forgotten us. And as Tarah pointed out it appeared the night before the Carol and Daryl photos dropped. Way too many come coincidences to be a coincidence here.
I just finished watching a cute, quirky movie on Netflix. Something was said that struck a cord with me and I even Googled it to make sure it was true and then I went to my husband's closet and checked it out. I had known this but it was something that most people don't really pay attention to. In the movie the guy mentioned that the girl was wearing a man's shirt. The girl asked, how do you know that. The guys replied that men's shirts (coat, sweater...) has buttons on the right side, women's have buttons on the left side.
The buttons on the person's coat are on the left. It might not seem to be an important thing, but we know that is the type of thing that tbtb would use as a hint. By the way, that's a little white button on Beth's necklace was always on the right side of the heart which would be Daryl side. She also wore the color white=Beth shoelace on her right shoe at Grady. I always interpret that as her belonging to Daryl=right, just as Daryl wore the black leg wrap on the left=Beth side, he belongs to her. I just thought I would drop in and share the thought.
@twdmusicboxmystery:
Love it!
@galadrieljones
Ooh interesting, Ann. I remember I used this knowledge once to prove something in the fandom for the last of us. To me the mystery isn’t solved. You are so right that if they just planned on straight up telling us it was Troy like 12 hours after the episode aired then why didn’t they just show his face in the coda. The secrecy, the blond hair, I’m not saying it’s Beth but it’s a question that they clearly want us to ask.
@wdway
And with what I had mentioned above about the buttons, I know that's not a huge deal-breaker by any means, but why even have a garment with buttons? You see what I mean, I think everything that we were able to see in that scene was purposeful. Nothing was just thrown in half hazardly, each object was placed and shown for a reason. That's why I'd love to figure out what some of those other objects were that we haven't identified, yet.
@galadrieljones
AMC hasn’t confirmed yet. Hmm.
Obviously she’s on the show but I wonder why amc is dragging their feet.
@twdmusicboxmystery:
I can’t help but wonder if there’s some spite going on there bc the Carylers were so nasty about it. So AMC is just not going to confirm anything. After all, they said she needed a break and would be back, and the Carylers called them liars. Clearly they were telling the truth. Can’t say I blame them for turning up their noses as the online haters.
@wdway
They might be wanting to save the official announcement until comic-con, Which is less than a month away. Then again they might want to promote the first season instead of trying to promote s2 before the show ever airs. Supposedly Carol's in the last episode of s1 and will be in at least some if not most of season 2. Supposedly there working on e3 of s2 so that's assuming that they'll still be only 6 episodes to a season.
The other thing is how long do they want to wait for the real nastiness of the carylers to set in, because they have demanded, yes, I use the word demand that the character Carol have equal billing to Daryl. I typically would have no problem whatsoever if in fact they are equal leads in the series, but the minute a bunch of very nasty people demand something my back goes up.
Bottom line, I really think it's about just wanting to make a big announcement at Comic-Con. Probably bringing Melissa out so her carylers can feel good that they have bullied a network and brought her back. I know I'm being ugly, but these people really are nasty. They really want the credit for her being in s2 instead of seeing it for what it was, that she wasn't ready to commit to s1. And truly none of us will know what happened unless we're told by Melissa or tptb and I don't see that happening.
@twdmusicboxmystery:
Good points about Comicon. I can't believe we're almost to July already!
@wdway
I mentioned last week how tptb are promoting the characters Origin Stories, especially Maggie and Negan's since their spin-off has begun, so after I got through watching the episode I was just checking some things out and I could not remember if I had watched Carol's Origin Story or not, so I put it on and went quickly through it.
Things I was consciously aware of was how she always referred to Daryl as her friend or even her dear friend and sometimes the fact that he's always there for her. But she never implied that there was more than deep loving friendship between them. I smiled when it came to the storyline of Carol and Ezekiel. The writer made sure that we know that there was more than just friendship between them.
It was so sweet that they showed the scene where he's wanting to propose to her, she knew that, he had written a speech but she did not want it to be showy in front of everyone else. She happily took his ring and told him that he could read his speech to her later in private. I love the fact that they included hope in describing Carol and Ezekiel's relationship, because hope isn't necessarily something she finds in Daryl, because Daryl himself struggle so with it.
They're emphasizing that hope was something that Ezekiel gave her. In s11 Ezekiel tells Carol that she is, light. Seriously, that is a description that no one else, I think in the series, would ever attach to Carol. They might say, badass, driven, caring for others, willing to sacrifice, but not light or hope.
As I'm writing this it just occurs to me that the Dwight and Sherry storyline is a replay of Carol and Ezekiel, after Henry's death. It's was too much for Carol and she needed to separate herself from the memories of their happiness and the life they had made together with Henry and she leaves Ezekiel.
And here Dwight is doing the same thing with Sherry. Which I believe might leave hope that they will not reunite again somewhere down the line. My take away from Carol's Origin Story, is all the things we've talked about for years reinforced, that Carol and Daryl love each other as friends and will forever be bound together by their friendship. There are no worries of that relationship changing going into the spinoff, it's just not even a possibility.
Another thing that I had forgotten about the Origin Stories is that after the actor/ character goes through the series highlighting their storylines then we are offered their favorite or considered best episodes. Here's Carol's episodes.
The episode, Pretty Much Dead Already, does highlight Daryl and Carol and the Cherokee Rose, but the main point to that episode being chosen imo as one of Melissa/Carol's best is the barn scene, with Sophia emerging from it as a walker.
Here is Norman/Daryl's episodes.
We can all smile at the fact that Still is presented as one of the best of Daryl/Norman's episodes. You will have absolutely no argument on that fact from me, haha. Now some people (carylers) might say that the characters were limited on how many episodes could be included in the choice of best episodes. They would be wrong. In JDM's/Negan's best episodes he has five.
@twdmusicboxmystery:
Loved your thoughts here! Agree with everything you said.
#beth greene#beth greene lives#beth is alive#beth is coming#td theory#td theories#team delusional#team defiance#beth is almost here#bethyl
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it's 5am and i just finished going through every human emotion possible (a.k.a. reading 'wish i never'). you really outdid yourself with this one because i think this is the closest i've ever been to tearing up reading a fic. you just hit the mark so well on that feeling of just loving someone so badly but not being able to have them, for whatever reason. (spoiler alert!) the part where they're both just saying hurtful things to each other because it makes it easier to walk away was so... yeah... y/n hitting a little too close to home with her running away.
also, what always impresses me about your writing is how descriptive and vivid it is. your vocabulary is so broad and expressive. you're such a gem of a writer, it's not everyday that i learn a new word from a fic but it was so funny how at one point i had to stop mid-feelings of grief to google "verklempt meaning". i was indeed quite verklempt in that moment ;)
p.s. that author's note: i hope you're doing alright now :( sending you warmth and wishes of happiness. i obviously don't know you but you have a beautiful mind and deserve a love as beautiful as the ones you write about (minus the painful parts).
please this is oh so very very sweet and kind. when i originally answered this tumblr crashed and didn’t save it so i’m upset about that but it’s fine. Thank You.
anyways i love expanding people’s vocabulary via my writing because reading is the biggest way that i’ve done the same thing with my own and it’s so fun???????? sorry that’s the Nerd in me. an important part of writing is realizing that the language you use has the power to influence what and how your readers will feel about the scene. so that’s diction, prose, etc. something i think there’s still for improvement in cause sometimes i just be writing to write but if people can enjoy it nonetheless im happy with That Much i need to stop ranting about nothing and get back to 👉🏽 THE POINT.
actually connecting that to the point… it’s literally exactly what heightens all of the tear-jerking impact the story has on a Reader, and im super glad people could read WiN and be like “woah. this kinda hurt.” LIKEEEEE I LOVEEEEE when ppl tell me they actually Felt things bc of me 🥹🥹🥹
and btw i’ve been in a happy relationship for over a year now Lol. we’ll be celebrating our second anniversary over the summer so it’s safe to say that i’m in a much much better place now. Thank you for your support and kindness and everything it means a lot 🩷💓💘💗💞💞💖
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3, 15, 17, 18 for the weird writing asks!!
Thanks Fee!
3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?
Okay, so I used to write on Google Docs for the longest time and then a few months I told myself that maybe it wasn't the best privacy-wise. So I've switched to using Open Office, which I think helps me focus better because having it on a separate window away from my web browser reduces the temptation to stop mid-sentence to check another tab, you know? But at the same time, this feels VERY cursed because my version doesn't have any kind of spelling check, plus my WIPs are now saved on my internal drive, and since I don't make backups of them that often, I live in fear or my laptop dying on me and making me lose weeks of progress
Oh also, there's basically no word count lololol
Am I gonna do anything about any of this though? No, we're raw-dogging life over here 😎
15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?
I already answered this earlier but the short answer is I currently don't, but I don't judge people who do (unless it's a library book or something)
17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.
I guess I'll talk about my fic for the Zouis Fest (although it might not even be part of it in the end, because I keep writing for the Dream Team fandom instead rip)
Anyway, I'm still not sure exactly what I'm doing with it. Like the main idea is that it's a Zayn-POV, canon-compliant(ish), present day fic where they run into each other in Hong Kong and are kinda forced to acknowledge what happened all those years ago, and figure out how to move forward. So like, lots of angst and feelings of betrayal and conflict and serious conversations because that's basically all I know how to (and all I want to) write lol
At the moment I'm not sure whether to keep it focused on their friendship or introduce some kind of romance aspect to it (toying with the idea that they had some kind FWB situation going while they were in the band). But since it's canon-compliant I'd feel kinda iffy doing that. I've never actually written canon-compliant before, and I have to admit that it scares me a bit, also because I've been extremely removed from the 1d fandom lately
Anyway one thing I'm sure about is that I want a scene to be inspired by the following verse from Blur's My Terracotta Heart:
And when we fly tomorrow over the Java seas
And my younger maps will be there with me
'Cause they remind me of swimming out too far one day
Then the coral was gone, but I didn't care anyway
Something about Zayn going too far to swim and Louis watching him almost drown but not realizing what's happening, as a metaphor for what went wrong between them
Yeah, that's pretty much all I can share at the moment. I should really get back to it
18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.
Zayn Malik is, without a doubt, the most beautiful person Louis has ever had the privilege to lay his eyes on. To the point that if he were to explain aesthetic attraction to someone, he’d probably say something like: “The feeling I get when I look at that gorgeous guy in my English 586 class.”
That's the opening line from Situations Like These, my aro/ace Zouis fic from the first Zouis fest.
It's one of those stories that really started out with just a scene rather than an idea/concept, which I think is the case for a lot of my fics actually. I mean, I did have a prompt for this fic, which was something like "they're both ace but don't tell the other for fear of driving him away", so it was pretty vague in terms of setting and everything else, really.
I remember coming up with that opening scene and the bits of dialogues at my grandparents' place right before getting on the road back home with my parents, and since I'd rather die than write in front of them, I just had to make sure to commit everything to my memory by repeating it all in my head throughout the day, until we were finally home and I could write it down. But that's something I do a lot, I think, just come up with stuff (typically dialogue) at inconvenient times and praying that I remember it by the time I can write it down 😬 And then of course when you actually settle in front of your computer, you feel like all your inspiration is gone
Anyway, I think this might be one of my favourite opening scenes I've written, I feel like it's pretty fun while setting the tone and dynamics for the whole fic
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👀🤲😅 for fanfic ask??
hope you are well :)
thank you so much!! i hope you’re well too :)
😅: What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists?
there's an unhinged story sitting in my drafts that is jasper/maría, the story of what happened when she tracked him down in calgary, and uh...there's a lot of murder, and maybe a little bit of...you know...spice. mid-murder.
every once in a while i try to decide whether my desire to post it outweighs the embarrassment, but so far no, lol.
👀: Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
FULLY UNHINGED, charlie swan/billy black brokeback mountain au!! it's a little hard to talk about, because it is the least fanficton-y and most straight-up original work fic i've ever written, i think? like, i just said “charlie and billy worked on a ranch the summer after charlie graduated high school; everything else lines up with canon,” and ran off with that premise. (and the assumption that they’re in love, i guess. that’s canon though.) which gives me SO MUCH space to play around with themes and events.
the core idea is loving someone, but not being able to admit to yourself that you love them because there are SO MANY external forces, and things you’ve internalized...it’s a love story that is mostly missed chances, and a tragedy, and still a love story. which is super interesting to put in contrast with twilight, because like...in many ways brokeback mountain is pointing out all the ways the kind of love story edward and bella have rings false.
i honestly haven’t decided yet whether i’m going to give them a happy ending, (i probably will, because i’m a sucker), but it’s really interesting to write regardless. i get to do my take on what happened with charlie and renee, and sarah and billy, all in the context of charlie and billy loving each other!!!
🤲: Would you please share a snippet of a wip?
i do have a snippet of said brokeback mountain au...
x.
“You know,” Bill says, then stops. For a second, he’s so quiet that Charlie thinks he imagined it. He rolls onto his elbow, squinting past the dying flames. It takes him a while to find anything.
He and Quil and Harry and Bill are in a little rectangle around the campfire, and they’d been drifting towards sleep, planning on an early morning back on the river tomorrow. The fire’s been fading long and slow into a warm red between charred logs, but it’s still bright enough to sear spots into his vision.
Then Bill rolls over too, and Charlie’s staring straight into the gleam of his eyes.
Watching him purse his lips, like he’s rolling the shape of the words to the tip of his tongue and deciding whether to—
“The Aguirres are hiring for the summer.”
Charlie blinks. “That ranch up by Beaver?”
He’s never been there, but he’s pretty sure he remembers the youngest Aguirre kid, a couple grades ahead of him at school, being fiercely determined to get into college so he didn’t get stuck with a dying family business. Only passing grade on the football team, that was the joke, right?
“Yeah,” Bill says, “one that used to be Tuttle ranch.”
“How’d you know that?”
Harry snorts, loudly, from the ground by Charlie’s feet. He jumps, then pretends he can’t see Bill laughing at him for it.
“His auntie Susannah was a cook up there for a season,” Quil mumbles above them, “tells everybody about it.”
“Hey,” Bill says, “only cause you get her started—”
Charlie’s ears are ringing, just a little, and he’s not sure why. He swallows. In the fire, a long filament of red flares on the edge of the log closest to him, then flickers out to black.
“You think they’d hire me?” he asks. “I don’t know jack shit about cows.”
Harry and Quil laugh, but Bill doesn’t even grin this time. He’s still looking straight at Charlie. The fire throws shadows across his face. “Sheep,” he says. “Cows got too expensive—they’re just looking for people to take sheep up into the mountains.”
The fire crackles. Sparks pop and flare—the top log snaps in half. It topples softly down into the ashes, and they billow up. White and soft and whispering, almost like a breath.
#thank you sm for the ask!#sorry i wrote a LOT abt the brokeback mountain au lol#i have many many thoughts about it
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We were friends by ur gf🙂✨
Chapter one.
"You won't believe it Kel, I know you won't but I saw it!"
"I saw him look at you this morning" Martha my best friend narrated her version of what she claimed to have seen in assembly this morning while her face positioned in some kind of awe as if trying to believe her own story, this has been going on since first period and God! It's getting annoying.
"He was so engrossed with__" She stopped mid sentence.
" Look! " she said in a whisper but it somehow made me annoyed or maybe I've been annoyed since.
"Look at what?" I snapped getting really tired of this.
"Shush and turn your head slowly to your left, and I mean slowly..."
" Don't do something stupid after looking" she added almost immediately, I did, just to get this over with and there! She wasn't imagining it and our eye's met and I ducked my head immediately.
"Smooth Kelly, so smooth" Martha announced. My heart still racing from all this.
" How'd you expect me to react, I wasn't expecting it" I replied in my defense.
"I don't know... Act normal at least " she said dismissing my reply and rolling her eye's.
"How?!"
"Please... I gave you specific instructions, very simple ones at that " It's clearly a lost cause arguing with this human, yes I'm obviously going to lose.
"Ok__" I was about replying when she cut me short."What are we going to do about this situation?" She said stealing an effortlessly glance at Jonah whom I feel was still staring and I know I can't handle another eye contact with him cause I might just have a heart attack .
"What situation?" I replied knowing fully what she's talking about.
"Jonah! dummy"
"I do not appreciate that compliment Martha" I said feigning being offended.
"Nor you calling my name, you know I don't like it. Call me what I want to be called"
"Why am I the only one faced with this burden " I said while Martha gasped at my words.
"That hurts, what's with the attitude all of a sudden"
"All of a sudden?, What attitude?"
"I don't know but we are drifting from the pressing issue here"
" How's someone who never appreciated my existence since the past four years suddenly starts staring at me be a pressing issue, it might be yours but obviously not mine" I said suddenly tasting how funny those words were and we both burst in to laughter in unison.
"Good one... Really" Martha managed to say in-between laughs.
"I should teach how to throw a punch though, you really need the skill". Martha said proudly, I'm pretty sure the scene of her punching Jonah on the face after his dreadful actions that day replayed in her head
" I don't think it'll be necessary" I replied reliving the pain he might have felt after that punch but I'm so sure it can't be compared to the pain he caused me.
"Yeah, I'll do the punching for us" she said still with that smile, typical Martha."Can we go eat now, I'm so hungry" I said aiming to change the topic while clutching onto my stomach.
" Sure"Martha replied reaching for my hands and dragging me towards the direction of the canteen.
As we made our way to the canteen I turned to look behind checking if he was still staring, but he wasn't and a small part of me felt disappointed that he wasn't. Where is this coming from, this shouldn't be normal in shot it's far from normal. This BOY hurt every single cell in me, stabbed every emotion in me and lowered whatever self-respect I had for myself years ago and now, Now! I am somehow sad that he stopped at me looking Kelly wake up! But why is he looking I thought my brows
"You seem so carried away in your thoughts, are you thinking about him" Martha said jerking me away from my thoughts, I turned to look at her and she was already looking at me, I gave her brief smile, I can't deny that I wasn't.
"I don't know what to say to you that'll make you not think about him and feel bad but be strong okay and I won't hurt you" she said while squeezing my hands, well that hurts I thought as I smiled.
"My pep talk worked already? " She smiled not sure what made me smiled.
" You are squeezing my hands so hard that it hurts, now ya hurting me" I said and she laughed while releasing my hand from her grip.
"Sorry about that " she said
" It's okay, Thank you " I told her meaning it.
" Always at your service ma'am " I smiled at her reply.
We finally got to the canteen and bought.some snacks to eat, before break was over we went to our class ... Chapter 2 coming soon
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The Not-so French Mistake
Pairing: Slight Dean x reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Language
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. Any and all comments on this are appreciated. I’m sorry for any grammatical errors that I might have made. This is my first fanfiction (as a one-shot, I've written a few earlier in poetry form) so please go easy on me.
“You are going to die.”, he states nonchalantly, as if three men entering your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.
“I…WHAT?!”, I shout, my eyes round as saucers.
Well, today was a seemingly normal day. Until the seemingly normal day wasn’t as seemingly normal as I thought it would be.
2 hours earlier
“Hey, I’ll be leaving now”, my best friend said as she packed the small handbag she always carried around with her.
“Don’t forget the pickle jar and then come back 15 minutes later telling me you forgot the one thing I reminded you about”, I shouted to her from the top of the stairs.
She turned around to pick up the jar from the centre table when her eyes landed on me and she whistled. I pulled the drawstrings of my silk dressing gown tighter as I walked down the stairs.
“Ooooh, would you look at that, someone’s looking good. So, are you going to sleep after I’m gone, or are you going to have some company tonight?”
“I…..I just can’t……not so soon after...ummm……I know I’m stupid but I just wanted to feel good about myself”
She closed the few steps between us and hugged me tightly.
“Hey, you know he’s an asshole. His words don’t count, ok? No guy has the right to make you feel bad about yourself”, she said, pulling away.
“But he…….”
“No missy, you listen here, he’s an idiot who doesn’t deserve you. He should feel lucky he’s not in town or I would’ve kicked him so hard in the balls that impregnating a woman would’ve been a foreign concept to him.”
I gave her a small smile.
“Thanks for hyping me up, love. I’m now going to have ice cream and cry my heart out to sad rom-coms.”
“Bitch, you hate rom-coms. You’re just going to binge-watch Supernatural and you’re not telling me that because you won’t admit that you’re obsessed with the show”.
“Okay, okay whatever……Aren’t you getting late for your train?”
She looked at her watch.
“Oh shit! Bye, see you later.” she said as she ran out of the door, slamming it behind her. I sighed to myself and walked over to the TV, switching it on.
“Self-care time for me now!”, I said to myself, as I opened the fridge to get my favorite ice-cream when suddenly, the doorbell rings. I immediately turned my head towards the centre table and sure enough, the pickle jar was there.
Shaking my head, I picked up her precious jar and walked over to the door, pulling it open.
“I knew you……..”, I stopped short when I saw who was standing outside.
There, standing on my porch were, none other than, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.
And then I woke up.
Yeah, if only it happened that way.
I knew I was looking like an absolute fool in front of them, opening and closing my mouth like a fish, my eyes wide and my breath short as I stood there, taking in the two handsome men adorning my doorstep. They were dressed in their Sam and Dean outfits -plaid, over layers of plaid- it seemed like a scene straight out of a set.
“Hi! You’re Y/N right?”, Jared said in his usual husky voice while Jensen stood beside him, strangely staring at me with something akin to awe in his eyes.
“W…what? I…uh…yeah…I…I am Y/N”, I somehow managed to choke out.
“You’re awesome”, Jensen Ackles breathed out with a sigh with literal heart-eyes in my direction. He cleared his throat and blinked twice and then seemed to step out of his reverie. He gave me a small smile and looked me up and down with a small smirk and I blushed furiously. Wait, was Jensen Ackles checking me out?!
Okay, so there were either of these two things going on- either I was dreaming or I had completely lost my mind. But since I had already pinched myself and well, that damn pinch did hurt, so the situation pretty much tilted towards the latter side. I mean, Jensen Ackles knows me and he thinks I am awesome?!
“Yep, definitely not a fan”, Jared whispers somewhat sarcastically to Jensen to which he replies under his breath with a “Shut up, Sammy!”
I would have paid more attention to what Jensen said had I not had my whole focus on Jared’s last words.
“Ummm…..excuse me? No offense but I’m standing right here and you can rest assured that I am 100% a fan, of both of you. If you don’t believe me, ask me anything about Supernatural.”, I say, crossing my hands across my chest.
“Wha-Supernatural? Like the book Supernatural? You have that here too?”, Jensen asks seemingly surprised.
Alright, is this a game for their show? I thought to myself, utterly confused and dazed. They seem to know my name and well, address too and that can be the only logical explanation as to why Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki are here, on my doorstep. But I couldn’t see any cameras nearby. Maybe they were hidden? Maybe I was meant to be taken by surprise? Oh shit, did I just challenge them right now? Was this being filmed? My mind rushed with a million things- ‘Oh god, I must be looking so stupid right now, acting like a blobfish instead of doing anything!’
I opened my mouth to say something, anything at all, when Jared cut through.
“Ummm I’m sorry, Y/N, but it’s not really a good idea to be standing outside and talking. I promise we’ll explain everything. Can we please come inside and talk?”
“I….uh…..yeah sure. Come inside please.”, I was about to ask what their deal was but changed my mind when I saw Jensen nervously looking around and then back at me, pleadingly.
I closed the door behind me as they settled on the plush red sofa. I walked across the room and sat on the chair facing them.
“Y/N”, Jared started. “There’s no easy way to say this but I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. Like, from Supernatural.”
“Ummm…. I’m aware? Despite your contrary belief, I told you I was a fan.”, I said, confused.
“You’re our fan?!”, Jensen asked, somewhat stunned. “Haha sweetheart, am I living my dream!”, he added, his emerald eyes twinkling.
I stared at him through my eyelashes.
“Hold up, quick question, are you a Dean girl or Sam girl?”
“Dean, not now…..”, Jared sighed.
“Dean girl!”, I blurted out, immediately blushing deeply. Jensen’s entire face lit up and I hurriedly added, “No offense to Jared here.”
“Jared? You mean Jared Pada-whatshisname?”, Jensen asked incredulously.
“Padalecki, Dean”
“Son of a bitch! Fake us lives in the same universe as her!”
I started laughing and the both of them turned towards me quizzically.
“Ummm what is this? Some spin-off of The French Mistake?”, I asked.
“The French what?”, Jared looked at me, his eyebrow raised.
“That’s not important right now. Y/N, I know, it’s hard to believe us right now, but we are not your TV actors-we are not Jensen and Jared. I am the actual Dean Winchester and he is my brother, Sam Winchester. The trickster, the archangel Gabriel, owed us a favor and he let us travel into your universe.... Sweetheart please, you have to believe me. I umm uh, I have been a-”
I stood straight up from my chair, angrily.
“I’m sorry but what kind of prank is this? Going to people’s houses and-”, I started angrily when suddenly the entire room got spontaneously flooded with an immensely bright light.
“Cover your eyes!”, a deep, somewhat robotic voice filled the air and I immediately did so to lessen the risk of my precious peepers being completely burned out by an unknown source of dazzling light in my seemingly normal house in the middle of a seemingly normal (absolutely weird) day.
Slowly, the light faded.
And there stood Misha Collins-
No, that could not possibly be Misha. Unless Misha had suddenly evolved to be able to exhibit bioluminescence or had sprouted long black wings from the back of his trench coat or had learned to hover like a bee in mid-air. No, definitely not Misha.
That means, this must…this must be-
“Holy mother of God”, I gasped out.
“I….am….not….the….I am the son of God”, he said, walking across the room to sit beside Jar-no, no......Sam.
Holy shit! CASTIEL?! That means that all this time, Jens- Dean, had not been lying. I collapsed on my chair, my mind, not being able to form a single coherent thought. Dean leaped up from the sofa and rushed to my side.
“Darling….darling, look for yourself, that-”
“He is Castiel.”, I said, boring into Dean’s green eyes, they brought me comfort. “I believe you…… Dean.”
A look passed between Sam and Dean and Dean immediately held my hand and squeezed my palm as an act of reassurance as he beamed at me.
Sam got up from his chair and smiled at me, “Thanks to Cas here, you believe us. At last. I thought you were two seconds away from throwing us out.”
I snorted. A really ugly snort through my nose. In front of three delicious-looking men, especially Dean, who was somehow still looking at me like I was God’s gift to mankind. Hah, no wonder I was single.
I cleared my throat to relieve the awkwardness and continued,
“Well, in my defense, you guys were acting real creepy.”
Yeah sure, not even in my wildest dreams would I actually throw Jensen and Jared out of my house, no matter how creepy they act, but they didn’t need to know that.
“But how…why……..”, I started asking the questions bothering me.
“Umm well, yeah, about that…”, Dean started, gulping.
Castiel walked over and looked at me with downcast eyes.
“You are going to die.”, he stated nonchalantly, as if three men entering into your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.
“I…WHAT?!”, I shouted, my eyes wide.
Now
“CAS!”, Sam and Dean both exclaim at him at the same time.
“She was asking.…..”
“No Cas, not like that!”, Sam tells him prickly.
“Please tell me what the hell is going on! Why….How am I going to die? What’s happening?!”, I say, hiding my face with my hair.
“Darling, promise me you won’t freak out.”, Dean says, staring straight into my soul. “You are a character from a book in our universe. My favourite book. And trust me, this...you…. I am a huge fan of you. Have been, since I was a child. Now you see, few months ago, we stumbled into your universe when Gabriel pranked us. And then I saw you. I met you. The real you....just….perfect….And I just wanted to.....I mean..... I came back...I came back because…..”
“Because?”
“I know everything. I know how the book ends and I have come back here to save you, darling.”
Tagging - @thatmotleygirl @msmarvelouswinchester @athenapotter @mvdeanw @bts-spnlvr12 @holylulusworld @jensengirl83
#supernatural#dean winchester#dean#dean x y/n#dean x you#dean x reader#spn fanfic#spn fanfiction#dean winchester one shot
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Fun meta asks: 2, 3, 17, 18 and 20! ❤❤❤
This one is also a long one!!
2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project: Well, there are some stuff I'm looking forward to writing in projects I've thought about writing but I haven't written yet, and others that I haven't written in a while. Like "Off the Grid," I'm looking forward to writing the dynamic between Cooper and Meredith and how they try to work together to get out of situations. Because... yeah, in the words of Kate Fuller, it's better to work together than doing it all by yourself lmao. Idk, I wanna finish this fic because the plot and the characters are so damn good and it's interesting to get into the mindset of the characters even though I know very little about them, but it's like the more I think about them, the more I get an idea. It's like they're doing the work for me lol! And I'm just too busy in my Meredith and Cooper feels because it's like I see it! I see their relationship and it's like I want what they have :'(
3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway) Oh gosh, okay so... that au fic I have that I haven't written yet (the one where it's like Queen of the Damned and Richie's part of this underground vampire corporation to rise to the top and Kate's part of the secret organization where they search for the... you know, supernatural stuff, and she pretty much stalks Richie until Seth, who's also a vampire, stops her and he and Kate fall in love with each other. That one) and I've had this scene in my head for the longest damn time, but I have absolutely nowhere to put it because it's like in mid-story and I haven't even started writing the fic. So here I go, once again, freestyling this snippet of the scene because... yeah, I have no idea where to put it!
Seth stares at himself in the mirror, running his fingertips along the two small scars on his neck; the ugly memento his brother left behind as a reminder of what he is.
A bloodsucker.
An immortal lapdog to Satan who's cursed to feed off the blood of others and live for eternity on this wretched earth, alone.
He wishes he died a hundred years ago that day. He would've loved to go out his own way, the way it was intended without Richard's interference. He took a bullet for him when they wanted Richard dead; bled out for him when he saved his little brother's life; and yet his brother's selfishness got in the way, and he wasn't ready to let go of Seth just yet.
This isn't what he wanted to be, though. Nothing like this.
He hears the door squeak and whips his head around and pulls out a gun tucked from behind his back. He sees the person from the other side of the door cautiously walking into his motel room, and when he sees their face, he's half surprised to find it being familiar.
"Hi," Kate greets, unarmed this time.
"What are you doing here, Fuller? How'd you find me?" he asks, still pointing his gun at her.
"Well, I saw you had your front door open, so I-"
"No, no. What are you doing in here? How did you know where I live?" he asks again.
"I asked around and I… followed you."
"You're stalking me now?"
She shrugs and retorts, "Kind of like how you always seem to show up conveniently whenever I follow your brother around?"
Seth pops his brows, surprised by her witty comeback, and lowers his gun. "Touché, princess. You still haven't answered my question."
"What question?"
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asks again, slowly.
Without giving him a verbal answer, she reaches into her satchel and pulls out a small, semi-tattered book, handing it to him.
"What's this?" he asks while taking the book from her hand. He opens the book and reads the first few lines of the first page, stopping at a sentence he remembers too well from memory, much like his handwriting.
"It's yours isn't it?" Kate asks.
"Where the fuck did you find this?" he asks sharply, still gazing at the journal that holds too many haunted memories he threw away for his own good. Little did he know that decades later it would fall into the hands of this girl, and it would reach his lap once more.
17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations? I don't think so. I think most of the time they perceive how I intended to write my work. I don't know if anyone's perceived it differently. I don't think any of my writing or my motivations would surprise readers lol. My writing's at an amateur level and I don't really have any motivation besides getting an idea written out.
18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them. Yeah, like a bunch of weird abandoned plotlines.
20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?) OFF THE GRID!!!! Like, gah, the dynamics, all of the characters' stories told like in the classic style of Robert Rodriguez, THE FUCKING COLORS OF HOW VARGAS' POWER IS THE COLOR RED AND THAT COLOR'S LIKE A SYMBOLISM OF CONTROL AND MEREDITH IS WEARING THAT RED JACKET LIKE SHE'S STILL IN CONTROL AND SHE DOESN'T TAKE IT OFF UNTIL SHE FEELS LIKE SHE'S NOT UNDER HIS CONTROL ANYMORE (THAT SHIT DID NOT EVEN REGISTER TO ME AT ALL UNTIL LIKE MONTHS AFTER I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS STORY), the "you're not worth the bullet," I'm just gonna scream about this story forever. I'm still screaming, too, about the sethkate Christmas fic because of the fucking HANDS. Screaming about that for the rest of my life.
Thank you so much for asking me!!!
#yossariandawn#questions and mentions#I'd write more from that snippet but yeah#it would be way too long and idk if anyone would read that lol#I've thought about making a gifset of that scene for a very long time#hopefully once I'm done with everything I'll finally sit down and make it
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Always by your side || Luke Patterson
Chapter eight~ they can hear us?
people grow together through darkness. does this band will make it without their most important human being.
After years will everything keep the same?
Luke patterson x oc
2020
Alex was back in the studio as Luke and Reggie set their old instruments back on the ground floor.
"What are you doing?" His voice interrupted the movements the others did, they turned and analyzed his features. His reddish eyes and cheeks. Even his nose was colored in a light red.
"Did you cry, again?" Reggie requests.
"No..no, I was just walking around and and then all in a sudden I was hit by this ball," his hands formed to ball as he gestures the scene.
"That's a no. You did" Luke argued.
"It doesn't matter" he shrugged his shoulders and sat down.
They began to pay a few chords.
"The whole neighborhood could hear you. I thought I told you to leave" their jam session was interrupted by Julie.
"Wait, people can hear us play?"
"Yes! and so did my dad and my brother!"
"W-w-wait.." Alex stutters.
"So, only you can see us, but everyone can hear us?" He continues.
"I mean what kind of ghost are we?" He requests.
I have to tell Will about this. But no I can't she lied to me.
"Who cares, man? People can hear us" Luke repeats.
"We might be dead but our music isn't" the boyband fist pumps each other.
Then an older man enters the garage.
"Dad," she exclaims.
"Hey. Just making sure you're okay," he remarks.
"Yeah I'm fine. I just had to turn off the CD player."
"Wait that's the junk that was in the loft?" He points towards the instruments.
"Junk?" Luke questions. The man walked over to Alex drums and his palms meeting it.
"Some of this stuff's in pretty good shape," he tinkles the cymbals.
"Hey, maybe we can make a couple bucks."
"What? Yo, stop touching my drums. Tell him to stop touching my drums" Alex tells her but she shrugged her shoulders.
"I liked that song you had on,"
"Sweet. We're sunset curve"
"Tell your friends"
"It's just an old CD I found," she remarks.
"Well, still it's nice that you're playing again," her father said.
"Out here you can play whatever you want, whenever you want," he raises his hands which float right through Reggie and Luke.
"Oh! That's nice!" Reggie
"Stay out of this," she hissed.
"I..I'm sorry honey. I didn't," he stutters. She tries to deny it stumbling over words. She pulled the older man to the door and they talked under four eyes.
"He likes our song," Luke states as they were alone again.
"Oh yeah he doesn't count. He's a dad," Alex insisted.
"Why can't you guys be normal ghost?"
"My sis.." Alex whispers and stops mid sentences.
"Hang out in old mansions. I hear Pasadena's fine." She storms out.
"I think she's warming up to us,"
"Yeah, I've always wanted to go to Pasadena," Reggie.
Luke left the two boys and made his way to the young girl. Alex and Reggie followed shortly after, eavesdropping their conversation, saying their sorry when she mentioned the passing of her mother.
"I'm sorry. I.. I lost my sister just months before I died,"
"Oh okay, but it's all right"
"You guys haven't seen her anywhere, have you?" Alex couldn't move his breath trapped in his lungs.
"Um I.. I didn't seen her but it.. it was dark around. No.. no I mean you're kind of the the first person we've seen," he catches the right thought.
"Yeah, but she's not dead, so it doesn't answer her question," Reggie argues.
"Yeah. I think she knows what we mean," Alex shoot back.
"I'm sorry for your loss"
"Thanks."
"Sorry I got mad. You guys are kinda good" she continues after a moment.
"Kinda?" Luke's right eyebrow raises up.
"Y-y-you know that's like 25 years of rust just getting dusted off," he explains.
"Yeah. Do you play the piano too?" Reggie asks. The memories of Sabrina sitting at the piano float to their minds.
"No. No, I don't play. That was my mom's stuff in there"
"No way. She's an amazing songwriter," just like Brina used to be, he compliments.
"She was," the girl agreed.
"Wait, how would you know?"
"There's a song on the piano. If it's hers.."
"Your mom was really talented," he went on.
Silence fell over the group and before Julie walked back in she turned around.
"I guess.. if you need a place to stay, you can stay in there. There's a bathroom in the back and a couch that's turns into a bed if you still use any of that stuff," she explains.
"Dibs on the shower!" Reggie shouts.
"I just really like showers and sometimes the occasional bath," he continues.
"This.. this is just too weird. Yeah," without another word she left.
Alex began to squeal as she was out of reach and they began to chuckle.
The boys sat under the sign of the Orpheum as Sabrina rushed on the streets to find a place to stay. Their graze was directed in her direction but they didn't seem to notice her. The next second the group was on the sidewalk as well.
A tall person walked through her but bummed into Alex.
That's weird. How's that possible?
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RNM 2x13 - Mr. Jones
EPISODE SUMMARY:
SEASON FINALE — Having realized that a deadly threat has infiltrated CrashCon, the busiest event of the year, Liz (Jeanine Mason) realizes that she can’t save everyone she loves — and with Max (Nathan Dean) facing immediate danger, she and Isobel must make a heart-wrenching choice. Meanwhile, Michael (Michael Vlamis) finds himself caught up in the conflict between Jesse (Trevor St. John) and Alex (Tyler Blackburn) once again, even as Maria’s (Heather Hemmens) life hangs in the balance elsewhere, and Kyle (Michael Trevino) faces a moral dilemma when the enemy requires medical attention. Jeffrey Hunt directed the episode written by Christopher Hollier & Carina Adly MacKenzie (#213). Original airdate 6/15/2020.
DETAILS:
The episode opens with Isobel trying to hold back the fire. They don't actually show Rosa convincing Liz to go stop the explosion. But she runs up to Isobel and explains her science:
"I have to activate the ingredients first, but once I introduce my solution to the system it should kill the cellular matrix."
Liz literally squirts the console with her "solution".
Rosa is doing CPR on Max and praying. Max wakes up just as Kyle runs up. Immediately Max directs Kyle to Flint instead of himself. It's interesting. When Max previously killed with his hand, in 1x06, he instantly knew that he killed the drifter. This time he wasn't sure (and he didn't. We eventually learn). Rosa and Kyle take Flint to the hospital.
Meanwhile Helena is saving Charlie's life.
"Jesse Manes was the only one supposed to get hurt."
Which is...not what happened. Jesse, Flint, Max, Maria...even Liz got hurt. She burned her hand on the console.
Maria is being rolled into the hospital. She got there really really fast. Cam is by her side.
Liz is still squirting her solution onto the console. It turns red. Liz asks Isobel to get people away but Isobel refuses to leave Liz alone.
Jesse, Greg, Michael, and Alex are still mid-standoff.
"Gregory, listen. You and I have had our differences in the past, but you should stand with me now."
"You're not well, Dad."
Jesse hits Gregory with the atomizer and appears to knock him out. He tries to shoot Michael, but Alex tackles him.
"Guerin, get the atomizer! Get it away from my brother!"
"Alex, I can't."
Jesse gets the upper hand in the fistfight with Alex and steals Alex's gun. Turns to shoot Michael again.
Liz makes more solution and squirts more of it on the console. This time it starts to crack. Isobel pulls Liz to safety and the console shrivels and dies.
The dying console just doesn't work as well in still form, so @maxortecho giffed it for me! Thank you!! 😘
Max runs up to them.
"You disabled it. You saved everyone."
"Is Flint dead? Did you kill him?"
He looks at Liz with some heavy heart eyes for her being the hero. She looks at him with fear.
Back to the Maneses and Michael. Jesse has a gun on Michael. Michael has the atomizer.
"Drop it, Guerin. Drop it!"
There's a gunshot. Jesse Manes falls and Michael has blood on his face. Gregory shot Jesse from behind.
"I should have defended you from him a long time ago."
"There are no more Manes men left."
Jesse dies.
Indeterminant time jump. Liz is late for work.
"Sorry, Javi. I just...I haven't really been sleeping."
"You've said that every day since CrashCon. You still having nightmares? …Did you read the papers this morning."
"Oh, I've kind of been trying to avoid the papers."
"Did you hear about that veteran who died at the carnival? They're going to have a parade, build a statue. Did you know he was disabled?"
Customers at the counter are discussing CrashCon:
"The CrashCon discourse is saying aliens invaded and killed the guy."
"That should be good for tourism."
"Newspaper said it was smoke inhalation though."
"He was making sure all the kids got out safely and the smoke overwhelmed him."
"We need more people like him."
Soooo much to unpack here. And most of it is addressed by Helena and Rosa's exchange at the end of the episode. But the big question to me is… who is spreading the rumors and covering this up? Is it Flint? Is he even well enough to take the lead on that? Is it someone else with Project Shepherd that we haven't met? The mayor? I mean, Jesse was shot! There was a lot of blood! Plus, remember what happened in 1x11 and 1x12: it's a small town. People notice gunshots.
Liz goes to take a table's order and, surprise! It's Diego. Who had gone back to Denver after CrashCon. He brought Dr. Margot Meyerson to Roswell to meet Liz.
Michael is visiting Maria at the hospital:
"What are you doing?"
"Oh they cut your bracelet off during surgery. How are you? You look better."
"Liz has been dropping by every day to inject me with witch serum."
"Ooh the synthetic nucleotide excision repair genomogenate? We're lucky you're only part alien, otherwise there wouldn't have been enough left of you for her to save."
"Listen, do you think you could use your telekinesis to open this box? Mimi left it when she visited. It's a family heirloom, but she forgot the key."
"Mimi hasn't exactly been leading you in the right direction lately. Her psychic visions led you toward a bomb instead of away from it. Seeing you like that -- all sick and pale and quiet -- I started praying."
Max and Isobel are at Max's house. Isobel is studying the photos of the console and alien symbols.
"I wish I understood why Louise and Nora would spend a year building an alien weapon of mass destruction."
"I don't think it was a bomb. I think it's a communication device. It's like a remote, you know, it just happens to be combustible."
"Are you mad at me, Max? Did I do something wrong? Is it that we're not related, or are you upset about the abortion? Because I…"
"Whoa, hey, God no."
"Because you're not talking to me."
"You're not the only one. I didn't want everyone to worry, you know, 'cause I've been taking some of Liz's antidote. And things are coming back to me. Little flashes, sort of, mostly. Like vague memories."
"Michael said that you kind of zoned out when you touched that alien bomb...remote thing. Did it trigger a memory?"
"When I touched the console, I heard whispers that I could almost understand. All right, it's like the same with those symbols. I mean it's like their meaning is just beyond reach. Except for one word. I took this from Graham Green's display at CrashCon. See that? It's an aerial photo of some crop circles from Roswell in 1948. This farm belonged to a guy called Jones. Pretty sure it says savior... This is my name. Maybe that means you and Michael's parents weren't the only ones that survived the crash. Right, maybe I had a family too. You know, maybe my mom was just across town."
"Max. I really wish that you could just focus on the present. You know, I mean, as a recently deceased man, I really feel like you should be enjoying the simple pleasures in life, you know, like reading nerdy books, the smell of leather, and that feeling when you wake up before your alarm and the person you love is still asleep and they're kind of snoring a little bit. It's like the best thing that ever happened to you. Stuff like that."
"I want all those things too. But I feel like if I only know half of myself, I'm only half living. And I know you understand that, Iz, because I've watched you this year become your entire self. And it is so beautiful. Okay, I am not at all mad at you. Are you kidding me? I am so proud of you. I am so proud that you're my sister."
Michael and Alex in the shed. For all that the shed is such a key location in this show's canon this is the first time we've seen it since 1x06.
"Maria made me bring food over. I gave it to Gregory. Seems to be holding up okay."
"Everything my family touches turns to crap. My dad used to talk about how my Grandpa Harlan built this she'd with his bare hands when he was, like, seventy. For a long time it was my safest space. And the one night my dad destroyed it."
"You're right. This place sucks."
Michael and Alex start destroying the shed. In the next scene Michael breaks a floorboard revealing a skeleton. The skeleton is wearing dog tags, so Alex grabs them. In his shirt pocket Michael spots and grabs the key to Maria's box. The tags say Eugene Manes III. So this is Tripp's body. Which confirms for Alex that his grandfather killed Tripp.
Max and Liz are walking in the plaza.
"I don't understand the violence, Max. Flint could have had brain damage given how long he wasn't breathing. You risked your life to hurt him and he had already thrown the weapon away, Max, so why? I can't get that image out of my head. You trying to kill Alex's brother."
"I know. I snapped. Last year Noah told me that we were energized by killing and not by healing. Even then I knew he was right. I… Obviously I can usually fight that, but I guess this time my better angels just didn't show up."
"We have to stop keeping secrets from each other, Max. There's a scientist in town. She's a supervisor at Genoryx. She has a job for me in California. She's offered to sponsor my dad's citizenship. And it could put me in a position to help Rosa too. I mean, I'd be able to do a lot of good with the grant money they're offering, and I know that all sounds too good to be true, but…"
"It sounds like someone finally realizes how valuable your mind is."
"I think that a change of scenery will be so good for us. I mean, we could get a place by the beach and you could write."
"You want me to come with you?"
"Of course I do."
"Well, I mean, I just told you I have this killer instinct, and you want me to come to California with you."
"We'll figure it out. Okay? We'll figure all of it out together. Run away with me, Max Evans?"
"Anywhere."
Max goes to see Cam at work. She picks on him for getting arrested and has his mugshot as her desktop background because friends!
Max asks about Charlie.
"Yeah she texted me from a burner phone that she was all right and then she vanished again."
Max tells her that he has a doctor's appointment and then asks her to do some undercover work for him.
Michael visiting Maria at the hospital.
"So Alex thinks Harlan found out that Tripp was an alien sympathizer all that time and he offed him."
"So Mimi must have known that you would find it. That's why she left the box. Look, I know you don't trust my mom's visions, but I was the only one who could grab that atomizer and run with it. If it had been you, you'd be dead."
Maria takes off the bracelet.
"What are you doing? Maria, that prevents brain damage."
"I'm only part alien, but it is a part of me. Even if it's dangerous I can't just turn off a piece of myself."
"So I'm supposed to sit around helpless as you fade away? Maria, I cannot watch you disappear. I love you."
"I love you too."
"So can we just let this go?"
"You have it wrong. Mimi hasn't disappeared. Yes she can be inconvenient, she can make people uncomfortable, but maybe she's supposed to be an uncomfortable inconvenience that saves lives. And now I need to be inconvenient, and I don't want to be someone that hurts you. I think that we should find out what's next, apart from each other."
"Wait, so you think that if we break up, I'm gonna be able to stop caring about you?"
"I learned so much, being with you. You sacrificed yourself without hesitation when Alex needed you."
"I would have done the same for you."
"I know. I don't doubt your capacity for love, 'cause you made me so happy this year. And I loved being someone that made you happy. I just think that we should leave it be, before I wonder if someone else could make you happier. Open the box, Guerin. Let's see what comes next.
Skip forward to the Crashdown where Michael has the box in a booth with Alex and Isobel. He opens the box and pulled out a journal, which they in turn read aloud.
I did a separate post on the journal's content and the Tripp and Nora flashbacks here:
Kyle visits Steph in the hospital
"What do you think will happen?"
"What do you mean?"
"When I die, idiot."
"You know, Socrates thought that death was a blessing, because only one of two things could happen. Either consciousness ceases, and it's like falling into a dreamless sleep. Or you go to where all who have died before you have gone. Your loved ones, people you admire. If you lived a good and just life, you will be surrounded by goodness and justice, in a place without fear. Sorry. I thought a lot about this when my dad passed, so I…"
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I'm putting you through this again."
"No...I want to be here."
Liz interrupts them. She clearly wasn't expecting Kyle to be there and comments on Max's appointment. Kyle gets up to leave.
Diego and Margot are talking in the Wild Pony:
"I was very impressed with her work when we first pursued her, but when I met her today, not so much."
"Why? 'Cause she had a little ketchup on her uniform?"
Undercover!Jenna staggers up to them and spills her drink on them, tells Margot that she's beautiful, and plants a listening device.
"Anyway I think we should move on."
"Okay, wait a sec. Liz has been working on something recently, but she signed this NDA. Although I guess she can't be blamed if we took a peek, you know? Without permission."
The line that will haunt me for the next year. Kyle to Max while showing him what appears to be chest X-rays.
"You know what I'm saying here, right Max?"
Cameron calls:
"You were right. It is too good to be true. Diego just told some woman he can get her access to Liz's lab. He must have followed her there."
"Well, there's a security system."
"The way he's talking, it sounded like Diego's pretty certain he can get access. They just left here, Evans. You need to tell Liz to get anything incriminating out of there - now."
Max arrives at the lab and immediately sees that the security system was manufactured by Genoryx. He uses his powers to break the system and get into the lab. He quickly searches through all of Liz's records and then pours what appears to be gas or lighter fluid or some other flammable substance all over the place and then uses his powers to set a fire.
He listens to the notes on Liz's recorder, which by the way has 22 minutes of recording on it. Some of what we hear:
This is my record of the dissection of specimen NB.
... immunoglobulin harvested from alien DNA can be transferred to a human recipient.
Commence dissection of the dorsal side of the spinal nerve.
I hypothesize that the female specimen's plasma…
Bracken's seminal cells indicate a pH level double that of a human counterpart.
I'm now extracting the grey matter to measure alien voxel signals.
Note that Max doesn't seem to have any chest pain this time when he uses his powers.
Right as Diego and Margot show up the lab explodes.
Max comes home to find Michael and Isobel waiting for him. He's clearly exhausted and upset after the lab.
"Can whatever this is wait until tomorrow?"
"Jones? That's the guy who grew the crop circles in the shape of my name."
"Nope. We spent the day reading Tripp Manes' journal. Caffeinate, Max... Okay, so, when I asked Sanders about this photo of Nora, he said he didn't know whose hand this was. He was all, Mr. Bernhardt, Mr. Jones, Old Man Gibbons. Could've been anybody."
"Ten points to Hufflepuff."
"So in October '48, Nora decided not to finish building the ship with Louise. She decided to go to the reservation with Tripp."
"But then little Walt convinced her to go to the fall festival, where after successfully avoiding him for a year, she finally ran into the alien stowaway who had crashed the ship. He'd been masquerading as a farmer."
"Mr. Jones."
"Tripp saw Jones approach Nora, and he recognized him from the night of the crash, but he didn't have a chance to ask Nora about it before Harlan called for a raid on the farm."
"Yeah. And after the massacre, Jones was never heard from again. Crop circles were all that was left."
"If you were in hiding, why would you grow corn in the shape of an alien symbol?"
"Maybe they just grew that way. It's the same way that this symbol just shows up everywhere, you know?"
Michael reveals his tattoo and it's the first time Max has seen it.
"Wait, when did..?"
"Oh, I got it when we weren't sure if you were coming back. It didn't feel like it was ever gonna be the same again."
"All right. There. Now can we all cowboy up and focus, please? Let's feel our feelings after we've solved the mystery of the unknown alien. After the raid on the farm, Nora was held by Project Shepherd."
Note...not actually accurate. Michael didn't get the tattoo until Max was out of surgery.
See Journal and Flashbacks post for the flashback.
Jenna and Charlie reunite. Relevant quote to remember:
Liz and Rosa find the destroyed lab. Liz sees the fractal burn that indicates that Max is the one that destroyed it.
"I fought so hard to become who I am, and I just trade her in every time I get scared? No. I don't want to be on the run anymore."
Back to Max's house:
"Whatever happened to that thing that she and Louise were building out in the desert? I mean, did she ever tell him where it was or what it was?"
"Nope. And when Tripp asked Louise about it, she was silent."
Liz walks in and interrupts.
"Why'd you do it, Max?"
They go into the bedroom to fight.
"I'd been asking you for weeks to clear out that lab, okay? I knew it wasn't safe."
"Alex installed a military-grade security system."
"A system designed by Genoryx, okay? Diego could have hacked it. He could already know everything."
"And his nefarious plan is to what? Set us up with a condo in L.A.? Give my family a second chance?"
"Okay, I have a family to protect too."
"Yes, and you could have stopped Diego without destroying a year of my work!"
"I had to act fast."
"So your first instinct was to go with the one method that would break my heart?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about your heart when I'm staring at jars with Noah's liver and his brain. I mean, what else did you harvest from us, Liz?"
"Those are just cells. I wasn't hurting anyone. I don't know what you thought love was gonna be like when we were 17, but it isn't just sunsets and horseback rides."
"You can't put this all on me. Okay you were sneaking around behind my back…"
"I apologized. I stopped. Max, you died this year. I was all alone because of a choice that you made, but still every single thing I did was for you and about you and with you. So when you were back, when I could finally touch you. When I could finally breathe. I needed to take just one moment to remember where I end and where you begin. To just be whole in who I am. I am a scientist. I am fighting for something that is bigger than me. I am trying to leave this world a better place. And I am in love with you. And right now, I hate it."
Liz leaves and Max takes another dose of the antidote.
Time jump. No idea how long or what has happened in between. Liz and Rosa on the Crashdown roof saying goodbyes.
"Dad is checking your oil and making sure you have enough chile...also you left this in our room. Mom's been texting."
"Trying to come up with a better response than, go duck yourself… You should come with me. The Ortecho sisters take California."
"I wish. But I can't. I'm going back to rehab tonight. I want to see the program through. Sorry."
"Don't be. It's the best possible thing you could have said."
"You know… Max should be your road trip buddy. You love him. You're gonna forgive him. Besides, we both know if you try to leave town without him again, he's just gonna show up with some big, grand romantic gesture to stop you."
Open mic night at the Pony. Alex and Kyle have a drink together.
"So how does it feel to have your father's murder officially avenged?."
"Feels like my dad's still dead. Flint should be okay. He'll live to become the new Jesse Manes."
"No he won't. I'm not gonna let it happen."
"After everything you still believe in redemption?"
"Well, I have a pretty good example of it right in front of me."
Alex sings his song. Michael, Isobel, Greg, and Forrest are all there listening.
Flash to Kyle going to Steph's hospital room. The bed is empty...because she's up doing her makeup, her hands steady.
"Your hands are better. Did they give you morphine?"
"I woke up this morning feeling incredible. Look at my chart. My numbers are up. It's a miracle."
"Or just really good science."
Liz is preparing to leave, her suitcase beside her in the empty Crashdown as she stands at the juke box one last time. Kyle runs in.
"What you did was reckless. And dangerous. And unethical, Liz. Thank you."
Back at the Wild Pony, Michael watches Forrest listening to Alex sing. He turns to leave. Isobel tries to stop him.
"It's a sad story, me and Alex. I have to walk away so we can start a new one someday. It's not our time right now."
"But it will be."
"I think so."
Rosa walks up to a bar. She hesitates before going in, her hands shaking.
Liz buckles into her car, ready to leave. She looks in the rearview window and waits. She's clearly expecting Max to come. But he's at home studying his alien symbols. She gives in and pulls away, leaving Roswell. Her season ends with her looking out over the ocean.
Alex finishes his song and Greg and Forrest are still there and are proud of him.
"Well, damn. How do you feel?"
"Like I just sang a song about a guy in front of a bunch of cowboys, and...I don't care."
"Oh, lucky guy, with a song like that."
"Yeah it was a long time ago…can I?"
Alex and Forrest kiss.
Rosa walks into the bar. Helena is there.
"If you came to tell me what I did wrong, your sister already texted."
"Did you get what you wanted, Mom? Is your score finally settled?"
"No. I wanted everyone to see Jesse Manes humiliated and weak. I wanted him to die knowing shame. But the papers say it was a tragedy. People like him - bad white men - they die heroes, no matter what they've done. People like us - we die villains."
"Yeah I know. I've done it. But I also got a second chance. So I get to leave a different legacy. The last time that I saw you, I said that I hated you. That's not true. I love you, Mom."
"I love you too, mija."
"I also told you to leave and I was right about that. Liz was free and it should have stayed that way. Manes is gone. There is no revenge to be had. No closure and no redemption. Don't come back, mom. Don't bother Liz again. I really hope you get better. Maybe you can have a second chance too."
Another possible time jump. Michael and Isobel pull up to where Max is out in the desert.
"How'd you guys find me?"
"Freaky twin thing. What's going on?"
"I took more of the antidote. Sorry, I should have called you guys."
"Save it. We are sick of being pissed at you for being so obnoxiously yourself. Why you look so scared?"
Pod Squad is investigating a cave. There's a door or opening covered by alien text with the alien symbol on it. It sorta looks like there's something behind it.
"Um, well, when I touched the alien console at the fair, something happened. I heard whispers that I couldn't understand...until now. I think when I touched it I unlocked something... Like a cage? The whispers led me here. I know it sounds crazy, but would you guys help me find a tunnel?"
"It's sealed up."
"I feel like we should learn more before we just busy that door open."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
There's a knocking sound and a voice calls out.
"Help! Is someone there?"
"If Max unlocked something at CrashCon, whoever that is has been down here for days without…"
"I need water. Please."
"There has to be three."
Note that we now know which symbol represents each of them.
The door shatters and they all react (Isobel's face is priceless).
We flash back to the mysterious stowaway/alien hoodie dude/Jones. Louise fighting him. Now we can see that it's Max. Nora kneeling after the crash with the hand on her shoulder. It's Max's face. He attacks/burns the military men/Hector Valenti.
The stowaway/Jones looks exactly like Max. Only with a really bad beard.
"Howdy partner."
MUSIC:
1. Hootie & The Blowfish "Time"
2. Tyler Rich "Leave Her Wild"
3. Clay Rigdon "That Kinda Kiss"
4. Marc Danziesen "See Yourself"
5. Gloria Hart and Art Kassel "Frankie And Johnny"
6. The Score "Legend"
7. Sarah May Byrom "Rhythm Of A Memory"
8. Tyler Blackburn "Would You Come Home"
9. The Well Pennies "The Echo And The Shadow"
10. Valerie Broussard "Dark Side"
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I absolutely love your fics! Any advice for someone who wants to start writing a lengthy wwdits fic for archive? I have so many ideas but I'm so nervous about writing and posting this. I haven't written a fic in years now. The most charactet and story writing I've done is for d&d.
Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoy my work! I’m more than happy to share a little of my own current experiences within the fandom. Believe it or not, I only saw the movie around a month ago, and then binged the TV show after. So I’m very much a WWDITS noob. But I am HOOKED.
My recent foray into wwdits fanfiction has been amazing, I’ve been getting so much writing done - more than I have in probably a decade! This fandom is the first I’ve written for in around 15 years, but the reception has been so encouraging. The comments I’ve been receiving have been a shining light in what is obviously a difficult time right now.
So with that said, my advice would be: Just start writing! Pathetic advice, I know, but beginning is the hardest part, and it gets easier after. Here are some pointers I hope will help (feel free to follow or ignore them):
· Before you begin, change the background of your word processor to a darker colour – I recommend a mid-range grey. If using Word, you can change both the interface colours and the page’s background colour. I write on a dark-ish grey page. So basically, my Word interface is all grey. This helps my eyes, and also doesn’t look nearly as intimidating as a glaring white page!
· Make a bullet list of your notes and use them as a guide, but don’t get too hung up on the planning stage if that’s not what you like doing. I’m not a plotter. I can’t write unless I give myself free rein. When I start a story, I might have a vague idea of how it ends but I have no idea what will happen until I start writing. A lot of writers say this is bad practice, and yes it sometimes results in your story hitting dead ends. BUT – and I say this for both art and writing – there are no solid rules. Creating is a very individual process, and you need to find what works best for you.
· Begin somewhere – doesn’t have to be the beginning. Start with a scene that interests you or that you want to get written out. Once you’re over that initial hump of “blank page jitters”, it gets much easier.
· As for multi-chapter fics, I approach them the same way I approach smaller fics. I don’t give myself a set word-count. I don’t do much planning, just a few dot points of ideas. The beautiful thing about fanfiction is that your reader has background knowledge of the show and characters, so you can literally start anywhere, at any point in time, and although your story should have some kind of resolution at the end, it doesn’t necessarily have to follow the traditional layout of a novel.
If you’re nervous about writing fanfiction in particular, and the reception/comments you’ll receive (believe me, I was up until I posted my first fic. I’m not a confident writer), keep in mind:
· Fanfiction is great because some of the work is already done for you! The characters, places and themes already exist and thus give you loads to work from. But you can also add your own little twists in, and that’s where things get really creative. I have read a lot of fics that follow the timeline of WWDITS, for example, and although the events in these fics are very similar (because they happen in the show, or are likely to happen) – the writing styles and outcomes are all so different that it’s like reading a new story each time. Each writer brings their own imagination to the table, yet we all have a shared interest. Which usually involves vampire-familiar sex.
· Remember, you’re posting your work to a bunch of frenzied fans who want any tiny scrap of content they can get – ME INCLUDED. GIVE US CONTENT. So yeah, people will love your work, regardless of your skill level. Someone will read it and someone will love it (usually multiple people). I haven’t read a fic I haven’t loved.
· Fanfic writing is very self-indulgent. Eg. we can write our favourite ships, or bend the show/fandom to suit us, which is a very enjoyable experience. Even a little addictive.
· In terms of WWDITS, the fandom is freaking AWESOME. Everyone is so friendly and it’s so active, there are some incredibly creative people and I’ve made a lot of new friends. So don’t ever be afraid to share your work, or try something new, like a multi-chapter fic. We WILL read it and enjoy it! For what it’s worth, I personally love long fics. The agonising slow-burns are my faves…so frustrating. So delicious.
I’ll stop there since this is already very long, but I hope that helps! If anyone ever wants me to play editor for their fics or beta read, I’m more than happy to help out as best as I can!
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Contains; small drabble of an 18 year old somehow catching Tom's eye and the thoughts he faces of finding her intruiging.
I never thought I would be in the acting scene. Especially since I hated being the center of attention. But something about being in front of a camera and playing a character made me feel somewhat safe.
I was able to be someone I always wanted to be and portray them in a way only I could and have people relate.
That's how it started at first. I acted in a few commercials and starred in the background during my years attending University, the small money I made being put away in order to help pay my tuition.
Next thing I knew, I had people asking who I was and if I had any social media. I was contacted by a previous person I worked with, them telling me their manager would like to work with me. I was quite young and my parents denied but I told them that if I could help make money in any way, I would take it.
So I took the job. Granted everything started off slow again, me being in the background and having small roles. It soon led to me being a supporting role and eventually, landing a role in the new Spiderman movie.
I was now eighteen years, four years younger than the male lead Tom Holland. I wasn't playing a love interest despite a few people I knew wanting one for his character.
I couldn't deny the role because, not going to lie, he is quite attractive and a total dork. But, I've always loved superheroes and it was a dream to star in one in any way I could.
I admit I was nervous, seeing as Tom's character Peter and I had quite a few scenes together and there was suppose to be some sort of interest towards one another to create some tension for the audience.
It didn't take a lot besides the director having us spend some time together to maintain a friendship so it was more believable on screen.
So here I am, an eighteen year old sitting across from Tom Holland himself and having a small lunch, each of us having prepared questions to ask one another.
"So, how long have you been attending University? How is it?" He asked, handing me a napkin.
"Thank you and uh, it's my first year. But since I got some financial aid to help me attend, I have to pay back a loan I borrowed. So far it's okay. I wish someone told me about time management because my first semester was completely horrid." I chuckled, opening the chopsticks nearby and stopping mid dip to choose a fork.
"You don't know how to use chopsticks?" He asked. I shook my head.
"I've spent hours practicing but I guess my fingers aren't meant to hold them." I sighed, twirling the noodles around my fork and stuffing it into my mouth. "Anyways, how is it being Peter? I know you get asked a lot but it's what I could come up with."
"Don't worry about it, darling. And I enjoy it. Like I've said in many interviews, I've always had a liking to Spiderman so being able to portray him makes it a dream come true." He laughs lightly
"Despite looking like a 12 year old?" I teased, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Do people really say that? First they say I have a frog in my mouth and how I can't pronounce croissant. Now this?" He laughs a bit once more, his voice making me feel warm.
I won't lie and say I didn't have a crush on Tom. He is an amazing actor but the way he's such a dork and a goofball made me admire him and like him. I just wish he didn't call me darling because sWeEt JeSus that was attractive.
"So, besides that, is there a reason you chose acting? Is that something you're studying?" He asked, stuffing his face with the Chinese food we ordered.
"Not really. I'm majoring in psychology and thought about minoring in dance but there aren't many dance minors. I opted out for possibly minoring in English but it's not a for sure thing. But, I never acted in my life and the opportunity was given to me so I tried it."
"What do you like about it?"
"I guess being someone you're not. I understand a lot of actors contribute a bit of themselves into the roles they play but for me, I guess it's a confidence boost type of thing." I said, grabbing my water and taking a sip.
"Confidence? Explain." He asked, a small smile on his lips.
"I uh, I'm not that confident in who I am. I hate my body and who I am as a person. I'm high key a pessimist but choose to hide it and I am very easily manipulated. I guess being sexualized at a young age and being harrassed for four years made me feel even morr less of myself. So being able to play a character where I can include those struggles makes me feel like I'm not so alone. I hope that makes sense?" I said, furrowing my eyebrows and looking at him.
"Well, I can truly say you are a beautiful girl. I'm not just saying it. Everyone is beautiful in their own moments and from the moments I've seen you on camera, I can tell you radiate a light. I do see something in your eyes I haven't seen but that's what I find interesting about you. You were willing to be vulnerable to me and let me know how you feel in complete honesty, yet you hold something in those eyes of yours. They're beautiful if I may say once again despite them being the same color as mine but you get what I mean?" He said, clearing his throat and reaching for his own water.
I gave him a shy smile and nodded, the words he spoke making me happy. I have had people conpliment me and try to make me feel better about myself but the way he put things made me believe it the most.
"Aside from all...whatever this is," I smiled, reaching for a spring roll, "what is something you would want our characters to do? I've read the script and we seem to be doing these crazy things like a science experiment going wrong and it exploding in our faces, coating them in blue dust."
"I want us to do something in the rain. I could walk you home along with Ned and I guess all three of us have a heart to heart. Kind of like we did here." He smiles, looking at me and then avoiding his gaze.
"I think that would be nice. I could push you into a puddle and run away." I said smiling.
"I would tackle you then and there don't test me." He teases.
"Try me Holland."
Eventually, Tom and I got closer working on screen. I was only able to shoot during certain times due to my classes but I always made up for it, working on late work or doing homework during my lunch time or any free chances I got.
The other cast members would check in on me and bring me some snacks to keep me motivated and focused so I wouldn't be too stressed.
But there was one day where I was not understanding what was being said and it frustrated me to the point I slammed the book and cried into my hands, the stress overwhelming me.
I didn't hear the knock or the door being opened to my small portable but I did hear the swish of plastic bags.
I looked up and was face to face with Harrison, one of Tom's best mate.
"I'm sorry to disturb you. Tom told me to bring you some lunch but I guess I'll leave you be." He spoke, clearly embarrassed.
"Nono. Don't worry about it Harrison. I was just taking a small break from my work seeing as I couldn't understand it." I sniffled, wiping my nose and eyes.
"Maybe I can help? What is it?" He asked, setting the bag down near my books and taking a seat near me.
"It's physics." I sighed and he made a face.
"Why would you hurt your brain like that?" He asked, making me laugh.
"I thought it would be easy. It somewhat is but this topic is hard and I'm not understanding. I guess I'll email my professor for some more help if needed." I sighed, rubbing my face.
"Alright. I'm sorry I couldn't be much of help. But Tom made sure he got you your favorite, Chinese." He smiled, reaching for the bag and unboxing the takeout.
"That's really sweet of him. You guys didn't have to do that." I said, setting the box on my lap.
"Well he wouldn't shut up about it. He kept interrupting and asking if you had eaten and it took Zendaya to say she took you some breakfast and that was it." Harrison spoke.
"Mm well... When you go back to him. Tell him I appreciate his kindness. Also, thank you for delivering it. I haven't seen you around much as usual." I sighed, rubbing my left eye from any tears.
"Yeah. I've been running some errands of my own, listening to Tom gush on and on-"
My phone rang and I gave Harrison an apologetic smile, answering it.
"Hi Tom. No, I got the takeout. I appreciate it. Yeah no, he's here." He continued to speak until asking for Harrison, me looking and handing him my phone. "It's for you."
Harrison took it and spoke to Tom, casting glances my way every few seconds.
I set my takeout onto the side and regrabbed my Physics book, Harrison putting his hand out and stopping me before ending the call and handing my phone back.
"A scene with you, Ned and Peter is being shot soon so you're going to need to get ready." Harrison told me. I nodded and thanked him once more, waving goodbye as he left.
"Are you serious?" I asked, seeing the set design.
"Yeah! I talked Jacob into helping me get this scene and our director liked the idea enough to have us shoot it. He called for improvisation to see how it looks." Tom said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and smiling at me.
"This is so cool what the fuck." I said, earning a laugh from Tom.
We shot the scene and did as much improv as we could, Tom keeping his word and tackling me in the rain when I pushed him into a puddle and splashed Jacob, a huge 'come on!' escaping his lips.
"Cut! Great scene. Let's try it one more time and great job tackling her Tom. Make sure not to bruise her! And Jacob, great reaction!"
Jacob shook his head and laughed, handing me a towel to dry my hair off.
"I'm going to need a blowdryer or something." I sighed, the towel being worked on my hair.
"Why's that?" Jacob asked.
"It begins to curl. Like how it is now." I said, holding up a loose curl.
"I think it looks pretty." Tom spoke, ruffling the towel over his own curls.
"Thank you." I said, earning a wink from him and an eye roll from Jacob.
Filming was coming to an end and my screentime was becoming less and less which meant I was hardly on set.
But that didn't stop Tom from messaging me during his breaks to see if I wanted to get lunch or hang out with him and the cast.
I was walking to the lounge on set after one of my classes when I overheard my name being spoken.
I furrowed my eyebrows and listened, hearing Tom and Jacob speaking.
"She's eighteen isn't she?" Jacob spoke.
"She is. But I don't see that as a problem." Tom answered.
"What about the backlash? She's four years younger than you and people will find it weird."
"Oh please. There are women and men dating others more than half their age. Something about her intruiges me. I-I enjoy being around her. I can't explain the feeling being around her." He sighed.
"It's obvious you like her. We've all discussed it and even our director knows. Why else would he approve of that rain scene knowing it might not make the cut? He wanted to see the chemistry behind you both." Jacob explained.
"I do adore her and something about her is just ugh. I don't want to creep her out and feel like I'm preying on her. I'm not. I do like her Jacob." He admitted, silence following a bit after.
I was obviously shocked to hear the news because one, Tom Holland said he liked me,two, he said he liked me and three, he said he liked me.
But I knew where he was coming from. People would be quick to think he was being a creep and his fans would be hurt they weren't the ones catching his eye.
But I also wasn't so sure how I would be as a girlfriend. I have never dated and felt that if things wouldn't work out, I would be the reason why.
I don't know how to love myself and I feel like my anxieties and insecurities would get in the way after a while of hiding them so much.
I shook my head continued quickly to my destination, hoping they never saw me and knew I was listening in.
I eventually reached the limit and had to stop here! The rest is in my drafts so let me know if you would like a part two!
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