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You Weren't Mine To Lose

They think they're so good at pretending when all they're really good at is pining.

(In which a masochistic writer puts her beloved ship through hell until giving them their much deserved happy ending)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: Angst, Pining and a teensy bit of Fluff

Words: 8.2K (idk how this happened but oops? 🙈)

TW: Implied sexual content, mentions of panic attacks, small mention of blood, alcohol, and lots of swearing

“I think that maybe we should end this.”

Azzi Fudd had been on the receiving end of plenty of harsh sentences. And she’d been certain that there wasn’t a sentence left on this planet that could hurt her more than the one the doctor had used to tell her about her torn acl. Until now, until Paige Bueckers, eyes drifting everywhere but towards the girl in front of her, had said those eight words.

“I just,” Paige pauses, rubbing her face, “I think I need something else.”

The words hit Azzi like acid rain, burning into her skin and infiltrating something she can’t quite explain in words. This wasn’t what she’d planned when she’d come searching for her best friend. No, she’d had an entirely different conversation in mind. She swallows the I love you, let’s be more, that had been on the tip of her tongue and chases it down with the carefully constructed speech of wanting forever and happily every after she’d written in her mind. The voice in her head shouts I fucking told you so, she was never yours and Azzi wants to scream.

But what comes out is a quiet, feeble, “okay.”

“That’s it? Okay?”

“Okay,” Azzi repeats, clearing her throat, trying to make her voice sound cavalier, “we said no strings and that means you can end it whenever you want. You don’t owe me any explanation and I won’t ask anything.”

“Right. No strings.”

It had been Azzi’s idea really, her stupid dumb self-preservationist idea that had led her to this moment. They’d been drunk the first time it had happened but she remembers it clearly.

Remembers the way an inebriated Paige had clung to her, eyes shining with lust.

Remembers the way Paige had whispered her name, desire clinging to each syllable.

Remembers the shivers that had crept up her spine as Paige’s hands had gone on a journey starting at her shoulders, and then down her arms, before finally rubbing circles around her waist.

Remembers the moment she decided fuck it.

But most of all she remembers the morning after, remembers the questions written all over Paige’s face, remembers making another decision. Just best friends who occasionally fuck, no strings, just fun. She’d been stupid to think that if she ignored them, the strings just wouldn’t exist. That if she pretended it was just sex, that she wasn’t so completely in love with her best friend, she would get over it. Newsflash: she hadn’t gotten over it.

“Well that’s that then,” Azzi says with a brightness she doesn’t feel, as she heads towards the door, desperate to get away, “I forgot Carol needed help with something so.”

“Azzi.”

She hates the hope that rises in her at the sound of her name. Tell me to stay. Tell me you didn’t mean it. Tell me you love me too.

“We’re still us right?” Paige asks quietly, her voice filled with uncharacteristic vulnerability.

“Of course Paige,” Azzi says, her back still turned towards Paige, knowing if she turns, if she lets Paige see her face, her best friend will see her words for the lies they are, “we’ll always be us.”

***

Azzi doesn’t know how she manages to get to Caroline’s room without falling to pieces. Her legs feel like they’re a second away from giving out and her arms shake uncontrollably. The dull beat of stress headache pounds in her skull.

“Ah Mrs. Bueckers,” Caroline smiles jubilantly as Azzi lets herself in, “did you guys finally figure it out?”

It takes her a second to catch her breath and to understand the meaning of Mrs. Bueckers. And then, Azzi breaks. Laughter erupts from her body and suddenly she’s cackling like a woman possessed. It sounds like shattering glass to her own ears and this is it, she thinks, I’ve officially reached peak madness. But she can’t stop, her body doubling over as she clutches at her stomach, tears beginning to leak from her eyes.

Caroline’s eyes widen, her smile slowly slipping off as the realisation that something has gone very wrong settles in.

“Azzi, fuck, what happened,” she asks, unsure of wether to approach the distressed girl, who, instead of answering, starts laughing harder, “shit, should I get Paige.”

Something shift’s at the mention of Paige’s name. The laughter dies away and instead, an unsettling panic takes birth in Azzi’s stomach at the idea of Paige seeing her like this.

“No,” she chokes out frantically, “don’t get Paige.”

Caroline’s concern grows at that. It had become a rule of sorts, if one of Paige or Azzi seemed to be going through it, then the best thing to do was to go find the other. They knew each other’s wants and needs better than anyone else could ever hope to. And what they wanted, was usually the other to hold them through the pain. So this, Azzi not asking for Paige, Azzi actively denying her need for Paige, this was bad, very bad.

“What happened Az?”

“She ended it,” the words leave Azzi’s mouth in tandem with the air leaving her lungs, “oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. She ended it. Fuck. She wants something else, something more and that’s not– I’m not– oh my god.”

“Az-”

“I knew this was a bad idea but- oh my god. She ended it,” tears wrack through her body as reality crashes and burns around Azzi, “I was so stupid, so, so stupid. I told you this would happen Caroline. I told you she didn’t feel the same. Oh my god, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.”

“Azzi,” Caroline grabs at the brown-skinned girl, spotting the tell-tale signs of panic attack, “breathe with me Az, come on, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not,” Azzi manages to get out, gasping for air, her body vibrating with sobs, “it’s not going to be okay because she doesn’t love me. She doesn’t love me and I don’t know how to live with that because all I know is how to love her.”

Azzi feels the energy leave her body as she goes limp in Caroline’s arms, letting the taller girl anchor her. She’s not ready yet, not ready for tomorrow when she’ll inevitably have to play pretend. She’ll have to stand in the same room as her best friend and put on a smile and pretend that she wouldn’t rather be anywhere but there. She’ll have to bicker and tease and laugh with the girl who broke her heart and pretend that she’d never given her the power to break it in the first place. And Azzi would do it all, because that’s what she’d promised Paige. She’d looked in the blonde girl’s eyes at the age of fifteen and swore to her that no matter what happened, the two of them would always be them. They would always be okay. And Azzi was going to do everything in her power to keep that promise

***

The first few days are fine and Azzi almost deludes herself into believing that she's okay. They fall into their old rhythm of being just best friends almost seamlessly, at least they do when they’re with their teammates. She’s not ready to confront the fact that they haven’t been by themselves, just the two of them, since that night. And if Paige notices the way Azzi avoids being alone with her, she keeps it to herself.

The same way they didn’t tell anyone they were more, they don’t tell anyone they’re less. They don’t need to; the team just knows. Even the coaches, who knew but never said a word, can tell something’s off. It’s in the little hesitations before the smiles, the moments of pause before saying something. But most of all it’s in the way Paige and Azzi don’t touch at all anymore. There’s no more Paige making it a mission to find ways to let her hands linger just a little longer on Azzi’s body when she’s in defending her, no more not-so-subtle brushes and linking pinkies as they walk past each other in the hallways, no more “just another one” pecks in the training rooms as everyone else waits for them.

Nothing changes on the court. Paige passes the ball, a pass only she could see, and Azzi shoots it, a shot only she could get off. They play in tandem, their backcourt chemistry still perfect. But the slap of their hands after the ball goes through the hoop, is half-hearted and formal, like teammates. Less. So, maybe Azzi’s wrong. Maybe they haven’t really fallen back into their old patterns and maybe everybody knows it. But in the bright lights of the gym, as she and Paige argue over a defensive play, and the game of basketball keeps them tethered to each other, she thinks that this will have to be enough.

***

And then, things go from okay to very much not okay. It’s after practice and they’ve chosen Paige’s apartment as their relaxation spot, except Paige isn’t there. She’d snuck away after practice and Azzi had pretended, it’s all she seems to do these days, not to notice. She’s not used to not knowing where Paige is but she’d quenched the overwhelming need to ask the blonde girl where she was going while completely ignoring the part of her that wanted to ask if she could come along.

“And that’s how your brain eats itself,” Amari finishes a long winded explanation with a triumphant smile. There’s dead silence as the rest of the team looks at each other before they all burst into laughter.

“How the hell do you even know that?” Aaliyah manages to get out through peals of laughter.

“Y’all don’t google?” Amari asks incredulously, and the way her face scrunches up causes a brand new wave of giggles to flood the room.

“We google,” Azzi says and she hasn’t smiled like this in days, “we just don’t google things like that.”

Amari lets out an indignant squawk at that and Azzi feels a sense of calm that she hasn’t in a while. It lasts about a minute until two voices, one unfamiliar, one too familiar, begin to invade the room. Paige stumbles in a second later and fuck. Azzi’s breath catches in her throat as she desperately tries to look away from where Paige’s hand is firmly intertwined with someone else’s. It’s a mistake because her eyes land on Paige's face instead and that might be worse. She’s met with a glowing smile and bright eyes, none of which are directed towards Azzi. Instead, all of Paige’s happiness is for another girl.

“Layla,” she hears Aubrey say and oh. Because Azzi knows exactly who Layla is, or at least who she was. There had been a freshman Paige that Azzi had never really known beyond the phone calls and facetimes with her Paige. But she’d known that Paige had gotten around and she’d heard of Layla. They told each other everything and hookups fell right into the scheme of things. Layla had been Paige’s go-to on nights she’d been too tired to go looking for someone else. She’d been such a constant, that she’d slowly become a friend. Things had changed gradually from the moment Azzi stepped on campus. Even before they’d brought sex into it, all of Paige’s time had been Azzi’s, well, until now.

“Hey guys,” Layla smiles and is greeted back with a chorus of not so enthusiastic “hello’s”

“Lay, let’s go,” Paige whines impatiently.

“Give me a second Bueckers, I’m trying to be polite,” Layla rolls her eyes but Azzi doesn’t miss the fondness in them and everything burns again.

“Be polite later,” Paige tugs on Layla’s hand. In turn, Layla gives the team a slightly apologetic smile before letting the blonde girl pull her away. The bang of Paige’s door closing behind the two of them reverberates around the pin drop silence of the living room, that had been filled with laughter only mere seconds ago.

Azzi finds herself suffocating under the sympathetic glances her teammates send her way. She digs her fingernails deep into the palm of her hand, forming dents she knows will bleed. If it hurts, she doesn’t feel it over the reckless thumping in her chest. One, two, three, breathe, she counts to herself, refusing to break down in front of her teammates.

“It’s called phagocytosis,” Amari says after a second, trying to fill the silence, “and I mean it’s not really the brain eating itself but it feels like it.”

“So you just technically lied then.”

“I did no such thing. It was a slight exaggeration maybe.”

“Phagocytosis sounds like a really weird disease.”

“Yeah, maybe Amari has it.”

The team dissolves back into giggles, not quite as rambunctious as before but it’s enough. Enough for them to be distracted. Enough for Azzi to escape. Not enough for Caroline to not notice but Azzi knows her friend will give her a moment. She takes the stairs almost three at a time, flinging the door to her apartment and then to her room. The force of it creates a circle of wind around her and for a second, to her dizzy brain, it feels like Azzi’s floating. She doesn’t bother with the lights, flinging herself onto her bed. Pressing her hands to her forehead, she desperately tries to block the constant stream of thoughts in her head about Paige and Layla. It doesn’t help. And in the familiar comfort of her bedroom, Azzi curls into herself, and lets herself fall apart.

***

The ball passes right through Azzi’s hand and rolls out of bounds. Azzi curses to herself as she hears Coach yell her name. It’s almost the end of practice, and she can hear the disappointment in his voice as he subs her out of their scrimmage. She’d been distracted the whole time, a step too slow on both sides of the ball. It was a novel thing. Azzi had bad games sometimes but she rarely had bad practices. As she walks off to the side, she can feel Paige’s eyes glaring at her. It had been her assist after all that Azzi hadn’t converted. She shrinks into herself, disappointment and shame colliding into one, because they’d done such a good job at not letting their personal havoc impact their game. And she’d blown it.

“What the hell was that,” true to what she’d expected, Paige turns on her the minute they enter the locker room after practice. They’ve barely spoken in the last couple of days and Azzi closes her eyes, letting herself revel just for a second in the feeling of having Paige so close.

“It was an accident,” she replies, turning her body so she’s face to face with her best friend.

Paige scoffs, “which one?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Which one was the accident? That perfect pass you just let go to waste? Was it that wide open three you missed? Or the blind drive to the basket into three defenders for no reason? Oh wait, maybe it was when you completely lost yourself on defence?” Paige rants, anger coating every word. It’s not new for Paige to hold Azzi accountable and god, maybe Azzi’s even missed it a little bit but she can’t help feeling annoyed that this this is what had triggered the old Paige.

“I had a bad day. It happens,” Azzi’s voice is colder than she means for it to come out but all the emotions she’s been suppressing are bubbling at the top of her throat.

“Well it can’t happen. You do that in a game and we’re fucked,” Paige retorts. The rest of the team continues to do what they’ve been doing, occasionally glancing at the two arguing girls. It’s another of those unspoken rules, don’t interfere when Paige and Azzi are fighting.

“I didn’t do it in a game.”

“But you could. And if you keep practising like that you’re going to end up embarrassing yourself in a game.”

“Again, it was one bad day Paige, I’ll keep it in mind and I’ll be better tomorrow,” frustration seeps into her tone and Azzi hopes that her words are enough for Paige.

“You better because that can’t happen again Azzi,” Paige says.

“I just said it wouldn’t,” Azzi’s voice rises, throwing her hands up in irritation.

“Don’t yell at me, I’m-”

“Paige?” a new voice cuts in and both girls reluctantly look away from each other to see Layla, “hey, you okay? You wanna get out of here.”

“I-” Paige lets out a breath, looking back and forth between Azzi and Layla. And Azzi waits, waits for Paige to tell the new girl not to get in between Paige and Azzi, like she always had when anyone else had tried to step into their fights. She waits for Paige to tell Laya that she’s fine, and that she and Azzi just need to talk it out. She waits, and it never comes.

“Yeah, yeah I do,” the blonde girl says instead, giving Layla a small smile. She looks over at Azzi, something unreadable in her eyes, before grabbing her stuff and walking out.

“Shit,” Caroline whispers under her breath, a sentiment clearly echoed in the rest of the team’s faces. Paige and Azzi didn’t leave arguments unfinished. They'd been in uncharted waters with the two girls for a while now, and this feels like yet another turning point.

Anger and frustration course through Azzi’s veins. She just left her brain sneers at her. The hurt and pain fade to the back of her mind, as Azzi lets these new emotions settle all over her. She’s cried more in the last couple of weeks than she ever has in her life and she realises slowly, letting this new volatility swarm her, that she has no more tears left to give. She left. And then a new voice enters her brain, and you let her go.

***

A knock on the door shakes Azzi away from her thoughts. The book on her lap that she’d been pretending to read, falls unmajestically to the floor. Through bleary eyes, she sees the 10 o’clock on her watch and confusion settles into her. She’d been clear before leaving the locker room that she wanted to be alone tonight and while her teammates had protested a little, they’d eventually agreed to give her space, although Caroline had been adamant on coming to wish her a good night. It was far too early for that. She sighs, ready to huff at whichever of her teammates had ignored her pleas. Instead she’s met with the sight of a sheepish looking Paige.

“Hey,” the blonde girl smiles and it’s small and slightly cautious but it’s so genuine.

“Hi,” Azzi says softly.

“I think I owe you a little bit of an apology,” Paige says.

Azzi’s eyebrows furrow at that, “since when do you apologise for holding me accountable?”

“I- well,” Paige stutters, “Layla said I should.”

“That’s what Layla says is it?” Azzi can’t keep the bitterness out of her voice. They’d never apologised for critiquing each other’s games or practise before and suddenly Layla had said Paige should and Paige had listened. Azzi hates everything about that.

“Is me apologizing a bad thing? What’s with the attitude?”

“No,” Azzi sighs, not having the mental stamina to deal with right now, “I’m just tired. I appreciate the apology and I’m sorry too.”

It sounds so formal to her own ears, like two acquaintances writing emails to each other. As they stand face to face, separated by mere inches, Azzi realises the depth of the chiasm between them. And she doesn’t know if she has the strength to build a bridge to go over it.

“Do you want to watch a movie,” Paige asks finally, her voice tinged with hope.

“I don’t know Paige. I’m tired and-”

“Please,” there’s desperation in Paige's voice now, “we haven’t done anything just you and me in a while and,” she stops, her eyes wet as they come up to meet Azzi’s, “I miss you.”

I miss you too, Azzi wants to stay. She wants to throw herself at Paige and wrap herself in the comfort of her arms. She wants to massage away the stress lines on her forehead and kiss away the tears threatening to fall from her blue eyes. Instead, Azzi simply manages to nod and steps away so Paige can come in. She’s rewarded with a smile so bright, it makes her heart ache.

As Paige enters the room, Azzi’s reminded of the last time the two of them had been there together and she can’t help the faint blush that rises up her neck into her cheeks. That night had been different, Paige had been softer, slower. She’d taken her time with every touch, every kiss; her every move had been sinfully deliberate. Through all of it, she’d kept her eyes locked with Azzi’s, making sure she could see how desperately Paige needed her in that moment. And Azzi, hands fisting sheets, had let her take whatever she wanted. She wonders if Paige knew that would be their last time, if she’d already decided to end things. I’d have held on longer if I knew.

Paige’s eyes linger on the bed for a second, before she decides to sit on the couch and Azzi follows her lead. They both curl up as close to the arm rests on their side as they can, leaving an unfathomably large amount of space between themselves for two basketball players who had been attached at the hip since they were fifteen. The awkwardness is palpable as Azzi picks a random comedy movie, the two of them making a subconscious decision to not revert to their normal routine of arguing about what to watch.

It takes a quarter or so of the movie before they find some semblance of normalcy. Paige finally lets out a laugh, after having reined it in during previous funny scenes and it sets Azzi off. And then they’re both giggling messes, feeding off of each other’s infectious laughter. The tension eases and they both unconsciously let their bodies uncurl, letting their legs tangle with each other. It comes so naturally, they don’t even really notice that they’re touching for the first time in weeks. They’re too busy laughing, and when they’re not, there’s a comfortable silence and it’s just, it’s them. Azzi doesn’t know when she falls asleep, she just knows it’s the best sleep she’s had in a while.

***

Azzi stirs awake to cold hands caressing her face, Paige’s touch ever so familiar. She keeps her eyes closed, scared it’s a dream. She’s had a lot of those lately.

“I wish you felt the same,” Paige whispers, pressing her lips to Azzi’s forehead and Azzi swears she feels a teardrop fall on her face. But before she can react, before she can reach out for the figure she can feel hovering above her, she feels it retreat away from her.

When she finally opens her eyes, she’s all alone.

***

Azzi’s on edge. The team had chosen a bar in a random town in Connecticut tonight, instead of going to Ted’s as usual. It was meant to be a change of scenery and they were unlikely to be as recognized in such a random area. In theory, it sounded like a good idea, but the combination of a brand new place with people she’d never seen in her life, made Azzi far more tense than she had thought it would. On top of that, she hadn’t wanted to go out tonight in the first place. It had been two days since Paige had left her cryptically, and with the way the blond was vehemently avoiding her, Azzi was partially convinced, maybe she had dreamt the whole thing. The exhaustion of it all had desperately made her want to simply lie in bed and do nothing for hours. But if she’d stayed, one of her teammates would stay behind for her and if there was one thing Azzi didn’t want, it was to be an inconvenience.

And then there was the Layla of it all. Because apparently Paige didn’t go anywhere without Layla anymore. Remember when it was you, Azzi’s brain reminds her scathingly. From where she sits at a table with the rest of the team, she has a torturously close view of the two of them dancing together. It’s nothing scandalous, in fact to anybody else it’s probably the definition of friendly, but Azzi’s head is clouded with jealousy, and the three shots of vodka she’d already downed to ignore it.

“I think I need another round of shots,” she announces, noticing Paige and Layla start to make their way back to the table, “one of you come with me.”

“Is that a good idea?” Caroline asks tensely.

“Of course it is. Shots are good. Shots are fun,” Azzi wraps an arm around Caroline’s shoulder, her words coming out slightly slurred, “come with me pretty please.”

“Come where?” Paige’s voice interrupts.

“Nowhere you need to be,” Azzi retorts harshly and a flicker of hurt passes across Paige’s face. Azzi almost apologises, hating seeing Paige sad, but then her eyes focus in on where Layla’s hand is carefully placed on Paige’s bicep, and the sorry dies on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she roughly grabs Caroline and pulls her to the bar. She doesn’t get drunk often, hadn’t planned on doing it tonight but she’s so tired of feeling.

“Maybe we should cut you off,” Caroline says softly and Azzi pouts, “c’mon Azzi drinking so you don’t have to deal with your feelings is never a good idea you know that. You know I’m right.”

“I’m really tired of doing what’s right,” Azzi says despondently, waving the bartender over, “a shot of tequila please.”

Caroline sighs but seems to think better of trying again, shaking her head no when the bartender asks if she wants a drink of her own. She watches silently as Azzi downs the shot, concern and sympathy for her friend keeping her from snatching the shot away from Azzi.

“On me,” a deep voice echoes in Azzi’s ear as she pulls out her card to pay for the shot. She loses balance trying to turn around, but a pair of unfamiliar hands grab at her waist to keep her steady. Through the fuzziness in her brain, Azzi finds herself staring into green eyes; green eyes that belong to a pretty girl with blond hair and strong arms. And she’s tall, a voice in her brain says appreciatively. She looks just like Paige, well except the eyes, another less-amused voice points out. But she’s not Paige is she, the other voice reminds her snarkily.

“Oh you don’t have to do that,” Azzi hears Caroline say from behind, her voice weirdly pitched.

“I want to,” the pretty girl says, eyes never leaving Azzi, as she hands her card over to the bartender “I’m Stephanie.”

“Azzi.”

“And is the girl behind you, your girlfriend Azzi?” Stephanie asks, but her tone suggests she already knows.

“Who? Caroline. Oh absolutely not. Just a friend.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“I don’t dance with pretty girls with girlfriends,” Stephanie says, emphasising the word pretty.

“We’re not dancing,” Azzi replies dumbly.

“Well let’s fix that,” Stephanie whispers and oh, she’s flirting, Azzi realises. It’s not that Azzi’s never had anyone hit on her. No, there’d been plenty of men but there hadn’t been a girl before, well never a girl that wasn’t Paige, “dance with me Azzi.”

Behind Azzi, Caroline chokes on air.

“Azzi,” she hisses, her eyes flickering over to where Paige is sitting, back turned to the bar. The point guard hasn’t seen what’s happening yet but Caroline knows the moment she catches wind of it, things would go up in quite literal flames.

Azzi stares up at Stephanie’s expectant eyes, before letting her gaze move to Paige, Paige who’s engrossed in a conversation with Layla, who’s laughing at something Layla said. She turns back to Stephanie, a shy smile playing on her lips.

“I’d love to dance,” she says softly, ignoring the groan Caroline lets out behind her and letting Stephanie pull her to the dance floor. Two can play the move on game.

Dancing with Stephanie is different. Her hands feel different against Azzi’s skin, a little too rough and yet still too soft. Her smile is different, sexy and sultry but missing an innocent frivolity that Azzi had become used to. But most of all it’s the eyes. The mysterious green, a sharp contrast from the calm, familiar blue. She pushes the comparisons to the back of her mind, determined to enjoy the way Stephanie twirls her around then pulls her in. And then they’re suddenly so close, noses almost touching. Azzi knows what’s going to happen and she can’t shake the feeling that it’s not right.

“I’m going to kiss you,” Stephanie whispers and the voices in Azzi’s head battle, her heart beating to a chorus of she’s not Paige. But the final nail in the coffin is an image of Paige and Layla that her brain conjures up and in an envious drunken haze, Azzi makes another of her not so great decisions. She nods her head yes.

It takes a second of Stephanie’s lips pressing against hers for Azzi to know it’s all wrong. As she starts pulling away, the sound of shattering glass wreaks havoc in ears. Eyes blinking rapidly, she follows the path of familiar voices shouting to locate the noise. Paige stands, a little distance away from the dance floor, face fuming red. A litany of broken glass shards surround her feet and a gush of red flows from the patch of skin where her left thumb meets her left palm.

“Paige, fuck,” concerns flows through Azzi but before she can make her way to the bleeding girl, Stephanie pulls her back in.

“Meet me outside in a bit yeah,” she says with a devilish smirk. She doesn’t give Azzi a chance to respond, before disappearing out of sight. Azzi blinks dumbfoundedly at the spot where the girl had previously been, the alcohol catching up to her brain.

“Paige oh my god you’re bleeding,” Nika’s voice shakes Azzi out of her trance, “can someone get a band-aid please.”

The crowd parts seamlessly as Azzi rushes towards her best friend, grabbing for her injured left hand.

“What the hell Paige?” she’s incredibly sober now, as she inspects Paige’s hand before it’s yanked out of her grip.

“I should ask you that. What. The. Hell. Azzi?” fury laces every word as Paige stares her down.

“I– what?” Azzi asks quizzically, still focused on trying to grab Paige’s hand again but the blonde girl is determined, despite wincing, to keep it out of her reach.

“Tell me, was she a good kisser?” Paige asks, eyes narrowing dangerously, “did you enjoy the kiss?”

“That’s–I–it–that’s not important,” Azzi stutters, “you’re bleeding Paige.”

“And I’ll keep bleeding till you answer the damn question,” the blonde girl says, unveiling a side of herself Azzi's never seen, “so tell me Azzi, was it a good kiss?”

“Paige,” Caroline says firmly, noticing the crowds that are building up around them, “I don’t think now’s the time.”

“No, I think it’s the perfect time actually. If she can kiss a stranger now, she can answer a question about this kiss now too,” Paige sneers.

“You’re making a scene,” Azzi whispers.

“I’m making a scene?” the laugh Paige lets out is borderline manic, “I’m making a scene? You’re the one borderline dry-humping a stranger in the middle of a random bar and I’m making a scene?”

“Excuse me?” Azzi recoils.

“Just telling the truth. Where’d she go then? Is she waiting for you outside?” when Azzi doesn’t reply, Paige find her answer in the silence and let’s out another laugh, “she is, isn’t she? Well then what the fuck are you doing here Azzi?”

“Paige,” Azzi says softly, eyes brimming with tears now, “you’re bleeding. Let me help you.”

“No, I don’t need your help Azzi.”

“Paige,” she tries again.

“No Azzi. I don’t need you. Go get fucking laid,” the words snap something in Azzi that has been on the edge of breaking since Paige had told her she wanted something else. She steps back from the blonde girl, blood boiling.

“You know what Paige,” her voice is far stronger than she feels, “maybe I fucking will.”

***

“Fuck,” Paige curses, fisting her palms and then hissing when her left hand aches. Regret pulsates through her head. She hadn’t meant it, any of it but especially not the last part. The last thing she wanted was Azzi to go after that girl.

Watching Azzi kiss someone else had been enough torture, the idea of her doing anything more would be the end of Paige’s sanity. It was ingrained in her brain now. She’d been laughing with Layla, hands encased around a beer bottle and then her teammates had gone oddly quiet, their eyes focused on something behind her. Confused, Paige had turned and immediately wished she hadn’t.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor was her Azzi, in somebody else’s arms. Layla, the saviour she’d been the last couple days, had immediately tried to distract her but Paige’s gaze was transfixed on Azzi. Her best friend twirled on the dance floor and a dagger twisted in Paige’s heart. And then, time seemed to slow down as the other girl brough Azzi impossibly close to her. Don’t you fucking dare Paige had thought, squeezing the glass bottle like a stress toy. On the dance floor, someone else, someone who wasn’t Paige, pressed their lips to Azzi’s and on the other side, Paige’s hands crushed the glass bottle into a thousand pieces.

When Azzi looked over, her lipstick slightly smudged, her eyes glassy, Paige had wanted to die. And when the girl had the audacity to pull Azzi back into her, Paige had wanted to commit murder. Misery and fury raged a battle in her head and when Azzi had rushed over, the gentle touch of her hand had been too much. And then Paige had taken it too far.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she repeats, ignoring her teammates as she fights through the crowd to chase after Azzi. Some people move easily, others glare and some flat out yell at her but Paige doesn’t care; she focuses solely on getting to the girl she’d just let go.

“Azzi?” she calls out, stepping out of the bar into the cold breeze, “please, please, please don’t go. Azzi?”

She scans the parking lot for the brunette, frantically pacing around the entrance but there’s no sign of Azzi. Paige hasn’t cried since the night she’d ended it, throwing herself in work and basketball and Layla but as the realisation that Azzi left, that maybe it’s too late, hits her, the tears she’d so carefully kept at bay, traipse down her cheeks like a never ending waterfall.

***

The whole team is silent in the living room as Nika bandages Paige’s left hand. The tension in the air is palpable as Amari paces the room, the sounds of her feet moving matching the rhythm of Aubrey nervously snacking on a packet of chips.

“Are you going to explain yourself,” Aaliyah breaks through the quiet, her question directed at Paige.

“It was an accident,” Paige doesn’t mean to get defensive. She’s aware she fucked up tonight but there’s too much going on and her head is still stuck at Azzi. Azzi, who had left with a random girl and only texted Caroline the words I’m fine after Caroline had blown up her phone with concerned texts. Paige’s I’m sorry, hadn’t gotten any reply.

“An accident,” Aaliayh says slowly, raising an eyebrow, “that’s what you’re going with?”

“I didn’t purposely break a glass bottle and fuck up my thumb Aaliyah.”

“Coach is going to kill you,” Aubrey says nervously, “this is not good Paige.”

“Did I miss the gang up on Paige memo? Because why am I the one being yelled at right now?”

“Who’s yelling?” Amari supplies unhelpfully.

“That’s not the point,” Paige glares at the taller girl who puts her hands up in defeat, “Why am I the one getting this responsibility lecture? I’m not the one who just made out with a random stranger in a bar and then just fucking left with them. We don’t even know where the hell she is.”

She knows she sounds bitter but the hurt of the night still stings and she doesn’t have the mental capacity to deal with her teammates being mad at her rightnow. Tomorrow, she’d apologise and own up but she’s feeling reckless tonight. Her teammates are silent and Paige thinks, maybe they’re going to drop it too. And then Caroline speaks, her voice steely in a way that doesn’t match her normally soft sweet self.

“And what’s wrong with that?” she meets Paige’s eyes with an unexpected fierceness, “she’s single. Stephanie as far as I know is single. Azzi’s a grown adult who can hook up with whoever the hell she feels like. It’s not just something you can do.”

“That’s not the point,” Paige growls, “”you guys always know where I-”

“I know exactly where Azzi is actually,” Caroline rebuts , “so what exactly is the problem here?”

“She– I– It’s,” Paige bumbles on, not having an actual answer.

“You’re the one who ended it,” Caroline says, her voice accusatory, and the whole room seems to hold their breath at that, “you ended it and you don’t get to question what she does now. It’s over Paige and that was your decision.”

Paige gapes at Caroline, “how can you, of all people, say that to me?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the only one who knows Carol,” Paige says slowly and it’s Carol’s turn to be confused now. The rest of the team shoots each other questioning glances, things suddenly seeming even more puzzling than before.

“I heard you that night,” the blonde girl says, her voice breaking a little, “I heard you and Azzi.”

“Paige,” Caroline says, always quick to catch things, “what exactly did you hear?”

“I heard enough,” Paige says, closing her eyes because she can still hear that conversation in her head, “I heard her telling you she was going to end it, that she was tired of our arrangement. That she wanted– she needed– something else.”

“Oh Paige,” Nika says softly, putting an arm around Paige’s shoulders and her twin practically melts into the comforting touch.

“But I know her. She’s not good at that stuff. Always such a people pleaser. It was gonna be too hard for her to say it to me, so I said it for her. I broke my own heart, so she didn’t have to.”

A heavy silence follows Paige’s words as the blonde girl lets the tears fall for the second time that night. Her teammates are lost for words, the gravity of the situation, of Paige’s feelings, too much for all of them. A myriad of emotions flitter across Caroline’s face before finally settling on a saddened sympathy.

“Paige,” she says softly, coming to sit in front of the sobbing point guard, “you didn’t hear the whole conversation. God you’re such an idiot, the both of you are honestly.”

“Talk about kicking me when I’m down Carol,” Paige jokes.

“That’s not– Paige I can’t tell you the whole conversation because you deserve to hear it from her and she deserves the chance to say it to you. But Paige, Azzi wasn’t going to end it because she wanted less, she was going to end it because she wanted more. From you, for both of you,” Caroline says, hoping against hope that Paige understands what she means.

The realisation hits Paige in waves. She wants more. The words echo through her head and carve out a place in her heart. She wants more. Azzi had wanted more and Paige had wanted more and oh, they’d been so fucking stupid.

“I pushed her too far though,” Paige says as another realisation, the fact that Azzi isn’t here hits her, “she’s gone. Fuck, I need to be alone.”

“No Paige wai-” Caroline begins but Paige is gone out the door before she can tell the girl where Azzi is. She considers going after Paige but decides that maybe she’s revealed enough today. Maybe they could figure out the rest of it by themselves.

***

She’d meant to go to her own apartment, to her own room but her feet had a mind of their own, bringing her to Azzi’s instead. It was muscle memory really, her finding Azzi when she needed to be held. Except, there would be no Azzi to hold her tonight. Still, being in her room, where it smelt like her, Paige could pretend. She’d gotten pretty good at that.

The door opens smoothly as Paige slides into the room. And she almost gasps.

In the dim light of the night lamp, Azzi lies curled up in bed. She’s cuddling a pillow to her chest, her blanket pulled up to her neck with one hand slightly out of it. And she’s wearing one of Paige’s shirts,

She’s the most beautiful girl Paige has ever seen.

Carefully, trying to make as little sound as possible, Paige creeps closer to the sleeping girls. She can vaguely make out the tear tracks running down Azzi’s face and the guilt of it runs through Paige. A part of her thinks, maybe she should leave, wait til tomorrow. But she can’t. Instead she grabs one of Azzi’s shirts that lay scattered on the bean bag chair placed at the end of the bed. Quietly, she changes into it, breathing in the scent of all things Azzi.

“Paige.” Azzi whispers groggily as Paige slips underneath the covers, lying down facing the sleeping girl.

“Yeah,” Paige replies softly, caressing Azzi’s cheeks, “it’s me.”

“It’s not,” Azzi says wistfully, eyes still closed, as she wraps an arm around Paige’s torso, “it’s just me dreaming again.”

“You dream about me?” Paige asks, hating the hurt she can hear in Azzi’s voice.

“Mmm,” comes Azzi’s answer as she snuggles further into Paige, “all the time. I’ll take you however I can get you Paige. Even if it's a dream. Even if you’re not here in the morning.”

“I will be tomorrow. I promise,” Paige presses a kiss to the top of Azzi’s head and the darker skinned girl lets out a content sigh but Paige can tell she still thinks she’s dreaming, that she still thinks she’ll wake up alone tomorrow.

But Paige Bueckers doesn’t break promises. She’d be right there with Azzi tomorrow morning and if things went the way she wanted them to, then she’d be there for every morning after.

***

It’s the best sleep she’s gotten in weeks and Paige wakes up in a complete state of serenity. It doesn’t last long when she blindly feels around the bed for Azzi’s warm body, only to find the cool of empty sheets under her head instead. She jolts up frantically, mind going million miles an hour thinking up the worst possibilities. Her heartbeat begins to calm down as she finally finds the brunette curled up on the bean bag chair with her knees pulled to her chest.

“Hey,” Paige breathes out, unable to stop the smile that spreads across her face. Azzi doesn’t smile back

“What are you doing here Paige?” Azzi asks warily and Paige is instantly defensive.

“What are you doing here Azzi? Didn’t you say you were going to get laid?”

“And what if I did?”

“Well it must not have been very good if you came home that early and put on another girl’s shirt,” Paige says pointedly, amused by the pink that appears on Azzi’s cheeks. She knows the other girl’s lying, it’s just a matter of how long she’ll keep up the ruse.

“I grabbed whatever was closest.”

“Is that so?” Paige quirks an eyebrow, “I wouldn’t stand for it, letting the girl I’d just fucked wear someone else’s clothes. You know that.”

Azzi’s blush intensifies and she’s quick to change topics, “does your girlfriend know you snuck into another girl’s room last night?”

“I wasn’t aware I had a girlfriend,” Paige says, confused by the question.

“So what exactly is Layla then?”

“She’s a friend.”

“Yeah right,” Azzi scoffs, rolling her eyes. Paige stares at her best friend, wondering if she’s gone insane. Her and Layla? Even thinking about it felt a little insane. Sure, she’d slept with the girl a couple of times her freshmen year but even that had felt insanely platonic.

“Az,” she says softly when the realisation sinks in, “Layla is not my girlfriend. She’s– well, I guess she’s my escape? I just– I needed a friend who wasn’t also your friend and she was there and it was easy. You really thought she was my girlfriend?”

“What was I supposed to think Paige?” Azzi says miserably, voice rising with each word, “you said you needed something else and Layla’s something else so I put two and two together and apparently came up with five.”

“I didn’t–,” Paige takes in a deep breath, it was now or never, “I thought you were gonna break my heart.”

“What?”

Paige sighs at the incredulity in Azzi’s voice, “I overheard you telling Carol that you were gonna end it with me, that you needed something else.”

“Oh,” she can see the clogs in Azzi’s brain turning, remembering exactly which conversation Paige is talking about.

“Yeah. So I ended it before you could. I couldn’t let you– I didn’t want you to break my heart,” Paige says, averting Azzi’s eyes.

“So you broke mine instead?” Azzi whispers and Paige doesn’t have to see the girl to know there are tears in her eyes.

“I didn’t realise it was mine to break,” Paige shrugs brokenly, eyes finally looking at Azzi through wet eyelashes.

They stare at each other in silence, hearts beating erratically, both of them waiting to see who’ll make the first move. Finally, Azzi stands up, and for once second, the fear that she’s about to walk away, that it really was too late, fogs Paige’s mind. But she doesn’t and instead Paige watches mesmerised, as Azzi slowly climbs onto the bed and then onto Paige’s lap. She arranges her legs so she’s straddling Paige’s thighs and her arms fall naturally around Paige’s neck. Immediately, Paige’s hands move to grip Azzi’s waist. They stay there like that for a while, foreheads resting against each other, basking in the warmth of finally being so close.

“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” Azzi confesses finally and Paige lets out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, “I thought about it but then I was in her car and all I could think about was you. I think you might have ruined me for anyone else.”

“Good. Because this is it okay? You and me forever,” Paige juts out a pinky and Azzi immediately links it with her own.

“Forever,” Azzi whispers back and it’s not clear who surges forward first but then they’re kissing and it feels like a brand new adventure and coming home all at once. They melt into each other, gripping each other as close as possible, the overwhelming need to be touching everywhere taking over their senses.

“Azzi,” Paige pulls away and almost laughs at the way Azzi pouts, “I need you to say it.”

Azzi’s eyes twinkle with happiness, a spark only Paige can bring out in them. She leans in, the feel of her breath sending shivers of anticipation up Paige’s spine.

“Wanna play ball?” she whispers sensually. Paige lets out an irritated whine and Azzi bursts out laughing, hiding her face in the crook of Paige’s neck.

“Seriously,” Paige groans, pinching Azzi’s waist, but she’s unable to keep the amusement out of her own voice. She hasn’t seen Azzi this happy in so long and if Azzi’s happy, well then everything in Paige’s world is going right. The younger girl’s giggles slowly subside, as her face takes on a more serious expression.

“Paige Madison Bueckers,” she says, cupping Paige’s face, “you’re my best friend, my soulmate and I’m pretty sure you’re the love of my life. And I’m about to be real cliché here so don’t laugh but baby, I want your face to be the first thing I see every morning and the last thing I see every night. I want you at your best but even more at your worst. I want everything as long as it’s with you. Because I am so completely, and utterly and ridiculously in love with you.”

“When did you become such a poet Azzi Fudd,” Paige says, her smile widening when Azzi laughs again, “I’m so completely and utterly and ridiculously in love with you.”

Paige recaptures Azzi’s lips with her own, pulling her girl as close to her as she can. The kiss is sweet and a little salty from the happy tears running down both their faces. It’s innocent and lazy, and still sloppy and passionate. It’s everything.

“If you ever break up with me again, I’ll kill you,” Azzi says, only half joking.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Paige promises, “you’re stuck with me for life.”

***

A/N: Congratulations on making it to the end of that! I'm ngl, I love the concept but I don't think I wrote it out particularly well but I had fun writing it so hopefully y'all enjoyed reading it. I promise the next one will be more happy. But for now, I hope this was worth it <3.

#pazzi #azzi fudd #paige bueckers #wcbb

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samgirl98 · 8 months

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Forgotten Demon Twin 4/?

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Damian crossed his arms. A part of him wanted to be angry at Danyal. How dare he lie to them? They wanted to ensure he was fine, and here he was, not telling them the whole truth.

Then, the guilt set in.

Damian wouldn’t have to have asked if he had checked up on his brother if he had remembered he had a brother. Why was he so angry? They were strangers to Danyal. Of course, he would keep his secrets close to his chest. He had lied to the League, knowing that it could result in his death. Lying to the famous ‘no killing allowed’ Batman must’ve been easier.

Danyal sat in midair, his legs crossed.

It was difficult to see Danyal as, was he a ghost? Was his brother dead?

“How did you gain powers,” Richard asked, “Neither Talia nor Bruce have the metagene.”

Danyal shrugged but didn’t answer.

“Listen, I appreciate that you guys care enough to come and visit me, even if it is years later,” he mumbled the last part. It still made the family flinch, “But I don’t owe you guys anything. I don’t have to explain the ifs, whys, and buts. Just because you guys feel guilty, you can’t just uproot my whole life and claim to care and want to take me away from the only loving family I have ever known.”

“I’m not in any danger here—”

“You’re a child hero without adult supervision,” Bruce said.

“—And I have everything under control.”

“You shouldn’t have to have everything under control, Danny. I understand the need to help, but you’re young. You deserve to have some help.”

“What makes you think I don’t have help?”

“Really, do your parents know you’re Phantom?”

Danyal said nothing.

“We want to help, Danyal,” Damian said.

A look of anger marred Danyal’s face.

“Help? Like when you said you would help me train, shoved a sword through my shoulder, and then pushed me from a tower?”

Damian flinched and ignored Tim’s judgmental look.

“That was wrong of me. I apologize for everything I’ve done to you.”

Danny was about to say something before stopping. He still wasn’t one hundred percent sure this wasn’t a trap and didn’t want to give Damian a reason to take him back. So far, it looked like the League was no longer involved, but Batman and his…children were an unknown factor. If he could convince them to leave…

“Daniel James Fenton, you are in big trouble, young man!”

Uh-oh. Irate older sister alert.

Every member of the Batfamily was surprised that an angry teenage red-haired girl had snuck up on them.

She was carrying a green and white baseball bat, and her eyes seemed to glow.

Duke noticed she had a weird aura around her, too. It wasn’t as strong as Danny’s, but still there.

“Who are you people? Why is a group of mostly adults meeting my younger brother in the middle of the night in a desolate park?”

The girl looked at everyone at them and gave a double take when she spotted Damian. She turned to Danny.

“Why are they here,” she asked loudly.

“Jazz, this is Bruce and Damian Wayne. They are my biological father and twin brother. Oh, and everyone else is Bruce’s adopted kids, I guess.”

Wow, he had Damian’s introduction skills.

She turned around and crossed her arms. The bat was still in her hands.

“I’ll ask again: why are you here?”

“I just found out about Danny and wanted to meet him?”

Jazz walked up to Bruce and, without hesitation, poked Bruce’s chest with the baseball bat.

“Oh, and you couldn’t have waited until morning and talked to our parents first? You just had to lure my baby brother away from the safety of his home and basically ambush him?”

“Jazz,” Danny whined, embarrassed.

“I’m just saying it how I see it, little brother.”

“There were some outside circumstances that would’ve made meeting,” Jazz interrupted Bruce by banging the end of the baseball bat on the floor. It left a crater.

“I don’t care about you’re ‘outside circumstances.’ Most of you are adults, and you have a minor with you at night without his legal guardian’s knowledge. If you want to talk to Danny, meet our parents first and set up a meeting like a normal person.”

“Jazz, you don’t understand who they are—”

“I don’t care if they’re the president. Rules exist for a reason. Now come, Danny, we’re going home. Tucker and Sam are worried.”

Danny detransformed and followed Jazz. The last thing he heard was the butler say, “I like her.”

He sighed. It was going to be a long ride back home.

____

Tim had yet to learn what happened.

One minute, he was introduced to the Demon Brat’s twin brother (who seemed more mellow than Damian). The next, they had been attacked by some creature that Danny beat in under ten seconds.

He knew Danny had been lying when he opened his mouth, and Cass had confirmed it. He hadn’t had time to interrogate the kid, though, before an angry red-hair, who reminded him a bit of Barbara, showed up and chewed Bruce out while holding nothing more than a baseball bat.

“Well, that was…interesting,” Duke said.

“I like her,” Jason said, “She stood up to Bruce.”

Bruce glared at Jason. It wasn’t often he got chewed out, and it had never been from a teenage girl. He didn’t like it.

“So, next course of action,” Tim asked.

“Tt, obviously we get Danyal out of this…situation. He shouldn’t have to deal with all of this alone.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, baby bat.”

“Why not?”

“Danny seems to be attached to his adoptive family. He’s suffered a lot in the League. Don’t you think we should consider his feelings?”

The brat thought about it before deflating a little but said nothing.

“So, I repeat: what now?”

Bruce said nothing, not sure what to do.

Suddenly, the smell of earl grey tea was heavy in the air, and he felt the phantom hand of his late surrogate father.

He took a deep breath and said, “It’s time to meet the Fenton.”

#Forgotten Demon Twin #dc x dp #dp x dc

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stainedstardom · 1 year

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BROO IM BEGGING PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

SAM x FEM!READER

Okay so like the reader and Sam get into a big argument you can choose about what. And then they don’t end up speaking for like a week or so and the reader can’t help but to feel so bad and blame them self because they miss Sam so idk one day everyone’s at Sam’s apartment and they decide to have a movie night. Anika. Mindy Tara and everyone else knew what was going on so after the movie they left the reader and Sam alone to work things out let’s say it got quiet so Sam gets up to leave but the reader tells her to stay and tells Sam how sorry she is and how she felt bad but Sam also says sorry and stuff. So they end up forgiving each other and kiss the end !! 🤭

sorry it’s a lot but PLSSSSSSSS

I’m begging on my knees for u to do this because ur a rlly good writer but PLSSSSSSS I want this so bad. Thank u sm luv u

no need to beg ml of course i’ll do it.

GET OVER IT

sam carpenter x fem! reader

"i can't believe you" sam yelled at you and you scoffed as you turned to her. chad, mindy and tara stood far behind as they watched the two of you

"me? oh my god sam , you were flirting with your fucking neighbor. you were giving him fuck me eyes and youre mad at me?" you asked and she shook her head

"youre fucking crazy" sam stated and you nodded

"right? yeah ill get over it, im leaving" you said and you stormed off as she stood and watched you walk away

"sam what the fuck? go after her" tara said and she shook her head with a laugh

"no fucking way, she put herself in this position" sam exclaimed and you kept walking. that was a week ago, you had stayed in your apartment, went to your job, to your classes, cleaned your apartment, went along with your life without sam and the others but nothing could feel the void.

sam called you crazy and maybe she was right. you shouldnt have though that she wanted her neighbor because she was nice to him. it was confusing after everything in woodsboro, you thought she would be closed off but this proved otherwise.

and tara as well as the twins were getting mad at you two for not talking. sam was being unruly and they missed the way you looked after them and took care of them so they did something.

chad called you and invited you to a movie night but you hesitated

"does sam want me there?" you remembered asking, you didnt want to invade her space no matter how much the others wanted you to. it was her space and you didn't want her to feel uncomfortable

"of course she does, she even told me to invite you" chad lied to you right through his teeth and thats how you ended up here. in sams apartment, sitting on the other end of the couch away from her because she was clearly uncomfortable with your presence

"chad can i talk to you?" you asked and he nodded as you led him to the kitchen and smacked his arm

"you told me she wanted me here" you stated

"ow! she does" he tried

"really? because it looks like my presence repulses her, i told you i wouldnt come if she would be uncomfortable" you said

"i know, im sorry, i just want you to fix this" he stated and you nodded

"i know and i do too but its not going to get fixed if she doesnt want to see me" you exclaimed and he nodded

"im sorry" he spoke and then someone else did too

"im sorry too" sam exclaimed and chad looked at you with a wide smile

"im going to let you two talk" he said and he walked out as sam walked in and sat down.

"im sor-" you said together and you laughed.

"you go" she spoke

"im sorry, i was mad for no reason. i just didnt know what to say or think so i said the first thing that came to my mind which was not a good idea" you stated and she nodded.

"im sorry too, calling you crazy was wrong, you have every right to be confused and annoyed with me" she said and she grabbed your hands as she looked in your eyes and you looked in hers.

"do you forgive me?" she asked

"of course i do, do you forgive me?" you questioned

"i couldnt stay mad at you forever" she said and you smiled as you leaned in and kissed her making her kiss you back and then you heard it

"YES! FINALLY" chad yelled and you laughed as you shook your head and smiled before you continued to kiss her.

you got over it

A/N: so i know its not entirely like the request but i think scolding chad wouldve been more angsty and cute! so i hope you enjoyed

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x reader #melissa barrera #scream fanfic #scream 6 x reader #scream #scream 5 #scream 5 x reader #scream 6 imagines #scream 5 imagine #scream 6

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shychick-52 · 10 days

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So, remember the interrogation scene in the finale 'The Last Adventure' where Heron brought in a captured Beakley to Webby (who was disguised as June)?

Webby had recently found out from snooping in secret F.O.W.L. footage that she wasn't Beakley's granddaughter. If I remember right, when Heron first brought Beakley in to be interrogated, I think Webby quietly expressed shock to see her, but she didn't seem actually horrified to see her captured, shackled, and injured.

I know that even before Beakley spilled the whole truth about Webby's whole life being a lie a minute later, Webby already felt hurt, angry, and betrayed by this woman she thought she knew, and that's why she didn't have much room in her to feel afraid for Beakley's wellbeing/life... especially after Beakley gave her the answers she demanded about "April", which is probably why she didn't really react after Heron knocked her out right a minute later.

So, here's an interesting, but dark scenario. What if Heron (with Bradford's approval, tho it's Heron that would really be all for this) told Webby to torture Beakley after that, knowing how vulnerable and confused and hurt and furious and messed-up the cruel truth made her?

Do you think Webby would actually do it? I can definitely see her at least hesitating ("What? N-no, I can't!") And Heron and Bradford would be like "Of course you can, April. This woman lied to you your entire life. You never really knew her. You don't owe this trash anything. Let it all out, release all the rage and hate you feel..."

OOOH, and what if they told her they would only tell her the other answers she desperately sought- why she, May, and June were made- if she (or all three of them) tortured Beakley (maybe through electrocution, idk)?? 👀

May and June would definitely not hesitate, mostly because of their blind loyalty to their "parents" and because they were just as desperate for answers about the reason for their existence. But do you think Webby would join them?

Honestly, I can sort of see Webby going along with it too, though with difficulty. She might allow her anger and pain to just consume her from Bradford and Heron's manipulation, and go "YOU LIED TO ME! MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!" and just do it. But I can also see everything- her whirlwind of emotions, Beakley's screams of pain, the conflict she feels between rage for this woman and still loving her as the one who always raised her- all taking a toll on her very shortly, before stopping and fleeing.

What do you guys think?

@the-nameless-wacky-inventor

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales #mrs beakley #bentina beakley #webby vanderquack #black heron #bradford buzzard #f.o.w.l.#character post #character analysis #headcanon

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 7 months

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Die From A Broken Heart

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Reader, Original Female Character

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1837

Summary: Was it ever really real, if he don't feel like I feel?

Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Break-ups, Crying, Angst, Mother-Daughter Relationships, Arguments, Fights, End of Relationship, Song Lyrics, Parallel Fic, Song Fic, Die From A Broken Heart // Maddie & Tae

Notes: This is directly linked to Tennessee Orange

ELVIS MASTERLIST // SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST

‘Hello?’ my mother said, the sound of her voice causing comfort to shroud me, the way only a mother’s voice can.

‘Mama?’ I asked.

‘Oh hi darlin’,’ she said, her smile detectable through the phone, ‘to what do I owe this pleasure? I thought you said the next time you’d managed to get to call would be Sunday.’

‘Oh, yeah,’ I mumbled, feeling the comfort she had provided ebb as I suddenly remembered my reason for calling. When I remembered the wet black tracks of mascara that were still adorning my cheeks, the reason I needed comfort in the first place.

‘Everything okay honey?’ she asked no doubt concerned at my mumblings. Yet her concern didn’t do anything but turn the relief that flowed through my veins at her presence to sadness and embarrassment. I didn’t know why. After all, I had called her with the intention of telling her everything and yet now I was here I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to because whilst I was sure she’d be comforting there’d no doubt be an air of ‘I told you so’ coating whatever words she offered me and that was something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face just yet. So, I didn’t.

‘Fine,’ I sniffed, trying to push the remnants of tears back inside me, ‘actually, I just rang for some advice.’

‘Oh, well I can tell ya what I know. I don’t know if it’ll be much help mind. What is it baby?’ she chuckled. It was then I realised I didn’t know what I was going to ask her. It had been a deflecting technique, a stupid one. It was only when I clocked the dress I had been wearing last night crumpled on the floor I found the words coming out of my mouth as I said, ‘how do you get red wine out of a dress?’

‘Oh, uh well lotsa folks say putting white wine on it helps but I personally think that’s a loada hooey,’ she chuckled earning a meek laugh from myself in response, ‘but you’re probably better putting some white vinegar on it and then a little dish soap. Should bring it right out, well providing you ain’t let it stain, have you?’

‘Oh, uh yeah, I didn’t think about it,’ I mumbled.

‘Well it might not come out if it’s set but no harm in giving it a try. What dress is it?’ she asked.

‘That um, blue one that Elvis bought me,’ I replied feeling another wave of sadness grapple at me.

‘The one you wore when we went out to dinner the last time we came up?’ she asked earning a mumble of agreement from me, ‘oh that’s too bad I loved that one. Still, I’m sure he could buy you another.’

‘Maybe,’ I said.

‘How’d it happen anyway?’ she asked, ‘it wasn’t your wine I hope.’

‘Of course not,’ I lied, though she seemed to be able to read this one as there was suspicion in her tone as she said, ‘mm well, I should hope not.’

There was a pause, one that was only punctuated by a tiny sniffle though it seemed after our dance around the topic of underage drinking her mothering senses were heightened as she said, ‘are you okay?’

‘Fine,’ I lied again, hoping this one she wouldn’t be able to sniff out this lie as easily, ‘must be coming down with something.’

‘A hangover?’ she mused.

‘Mama,’ I warned making her chuckle.

Her laugh wrapped around me like a blanket, warming me from the outside in, and at that moment I remembered why I’d called. I’d called because I needed my mom. All the chastising and judgement aside I knew that there was only one person who’d make me feel a tiny bit less hopeless. No one here could do that mostly because it felt as though there was no hope in the entire situation yet her radiant laugh did. But it wasn’t enough, I needed more. I needed her to hug me and tell me everything was alright though that was hard to do given she was hundreds of miles away which is why I said, ‘can I ask you a question?’

‘More laundry dilemmas?’ she said.

‘No…can I come and stay with you…just for a few days,’ I said.

‘Of course you can. Any time you know that,’ she said taken aback by my request but I didn’t stop.

‘Good because I was thinking of coming this weekend or maybe next,’ I said.

‘That’s soon,’ she said.

‘Thought I could come any time?’ I challenged, hoping she wouldn’t make me wait.

‘Oh don’t be like you know your daddy and I love havin’ you any time I’m just sayin’ it’s a bit short notice that’s all!’ she sighed making me frown guiltily. I hadn’t meant to sound mean but the idea of the only ounce of comfort I’d been offered in the last few days being snatched away suddenly felt like too much to bear. My mother seemed to notice I was quiet and her voice dripped with concern as she said, ‘everything okay?’

‘Yeah,’ I said, trying to push the sadness from me. I should’ve just told her; I mean it was the reason I had called her in the first place and yet I couldn’t bring myself to because I didn’t want to face it. Not properly. I didn’t want her to pity me, to think me a fool who hadn’t seen this situation coming a mile off. After all, that was what mothers did right? Saw their daughter’s mistakes before they made them. She’d seen it coming off the bat and yet she’d allowed me to protest it was right for me in order to let me see for myself.

‘Honey,’ she said, and that was all it took for me to crack, for the floodgates to open once more as fresh tears ran down my face, a sob escaping me.

‘Mom everything’s a wreck,’ I said, gasping for breath as I tried to keep my sobs at bay.

‘What happened?’ she asked.

‘Me and Elvis had a fight, a huge one,’ I cried, ‘I think it’s over.’

‘Oh honey,’ she said sympathetically.

‘Please don’t tell Daddy,’ I said quickly. If my embarrassment around my mother knowing the truth of how this entire thing had blown up in my face was bad my father knowing was a whole different ball game.

‘Darlin,’ she said.

‘Don’t! He’ll come barrelling down here with his gun I bet ya! Please don’t tell him,’ I begged. See that was the problem. Whilst both of them had seen it coming, able to see through the fairy tale of Elvis and I they’d both see it in different ways. Whilst my mother would think me foolish for not having heeded her words my father would see it as Elvis’ fault. The last thing I needed was my father putting a .45 in Elvis’ heart for breaking mine.

‘And when you come home cryin’ what do I tell him then huh?’ she asked. She had a point. When I dragged myself home all pathetic and mopey what was I supposed to say to my father then. It made another wave of sadness flow through me.

‘Oh mama I’m such an idiot!’ I said as the tears flowed down my face, dropping black marks onto the skirt of my dress no doubt ruining anther garment.

‘Oh you’re not an idiot,’ she sighed, ‘you’re young.’

‘And dumb,’ I added, ‘I just…I thought he loved me, the way I love him.’

‘Oh sweetheart,’ she said.

‘But how can he? I mean if he can just walk away after a fight like that, he can’t right?’

‘Maybe he just needs time to cool off. Heck this might be one of those things you two laugh about one day,’ she said and though I could tell she was putting in so much effort to make me feel better it failed to even help one iota. Because she hadn’t seen it.

She hadn’t seen how the boy I loved beyond anything, the boy I’d moved my entire life for, had forgotten about me. How he’d become taken with the appeals of fame, the fans, the money. She hadn’t seen how the boy who had once raced home to be with me now stayed out on the road. How he’d forget to call me and even when he did how those phone calls always felt as though he was dying to get away, sometimes to get to whoever was sitting on the other side of the line with him. She hadn’t seen how when I’d told him I missed him, how unhappy I was living in this big old house with just his parents for company he’d told me I was ungrateful. How we’d screamed at each other. How he’d told me to go because I obviously didn’t love him anymore. She hadn’t seen the way he’d climbed in his car for yet another tour without so much a backward glance at me. She hadn’t watched me rattle around his room for the last few days hoping he’d call, that we’d apologise and laugh like she’d mentioned, only to find that call wasn’t coming.

I’d thought he loved me and yet he was willing to walk away from it in one night.

‘You didn’t see the way he left here,’ I said, another sob escaping me, ‘I’ve been prayin’ he’d come back. Cryin’ so hard I thought I go blind…oh Mama I’m an idiot.’

‘My daughter is no idiot!’ my mother said firmly, ‘she’s a lovin’and kind girl who put her trust in someone and well…sometimes it doesn’t always go the way you think…but…’

‘But?’ I said with a sniffle tyring not to sound too hopeful about whatever she was going to say.

‘Look maybe you both just need a minute okay,’ she said, ‘how about you give him some time to cool off? You cool off here, let me and daddy take care of ya and then in a few days you can see how the land lies and well if it’s not meant to be it ain’t the end of the world. You can always come back home darlin’.’

‘Promise?’ I asked.

‘Promise,’ she said earning the smallest of smiles from my lips. I wasn’t one hundred per cent fixed. I knew that what me and Elvis were going through might not be salvageable and though I was sure my mother knew it too, and no doubt longed to tell me I was foolish for having hoped in the first place, she didn’t. She gave me the comfort I longed for, the comfort only a mama can bring. And though it wasn’t enough to fix everything it was enough to make me feel as though I might be able to get through this broken heart, even if I had to move home to do it.

I wanna kick myself for falling so hard

Mama, can you die from a broken heart?

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alreadyjackbestfriend · 2 years

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Why now? Part 2. Jack Harlow x reader

Pairing: Jack Harlow x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Note: I wish I hadn't proof-read because now I feel like this sucks 💀

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jackfan4 what’s wrong with him 🙁

jackfan5 I think his reaction has something to do with the guy who was on her ig the other day 👀

jackfan6 GIRL WHAT

jackfan7 I just checked her instagram, there is no guy

jackfan5 it was in her story

Jack and Urban have been gone for 2 weeks, and there were still 2 more for them to come back. you felt like an intruder in your own home, Jack always insisted that you shouldn't feel bad about him paying most of the bills, since he was the one who earned more of the three of you. You always felt a little awkward about it, but now that he was mad at you it felt unbearable, so you decided to move, without telling anyone.

while you were packing, you got a facetime call from urban, you panicked, and found a part of your room where the boxes weren’t visible before you accepted the call.

“Hello mister” you joked while his face appeared on your screen. he smiled brightly, even when out of the corner of his eye, he could see his best friend lift his head and stare at him the instant he heard your voice. in those two weeks you had only texted, and you never asked him about jack, nor had jack asked him about you; your only reason was fear, and jack's was his pride and pain.

“Hello, lady” he replied, playing along. you noticed how the sun was shining brightly through his window, while the stars shone from yours.

“to what do I owe your call, sir?” you asked and he laughed, “how have you been?” you finally asked, snapping out of your “character”.

“good, really good” he responded, “these cities are amazing, y/n, you should be here”

“yeah…” you responded sadly, “so…” you started, playing with a thread from your shirt, “how's Jack been?” you finally asked after two weeks. Urban looked behind his phone at his friend, who was motioning him not to say anything: Jack pointed at him, then gestured about speaking, and finally ran a finger across his neck, the message was clear: if you say something, i'll kill you.

“he has been surprisingly good” urban lied, and watched as his friend made a face of approval, and a gesture with his fingers as if he was counting money: I approve your service, you will have your reward. if it wasn't for y/n watching him through the screen, urban would have rolled his eyes at the immaturity of his friend.

“oh…” you said, unable to your her surprise, “that's great” she added, with an awkward smile. you would never admit it to yourself, but it hurt you to know that he didn't suffer even a little for you, “So… I don't have to keep this news to myself then” you said before you could repent, “I’m moving, Urban” you turned the phone to show him the boxes.

“What?!” he almost screamed and saw how his friend gestured the same word in a whisper.

“i feel very uncomfortable living here knowing that Jack is mad at me”

“y/n” Urban shook his head, “that's our home, it doesn't matter if we're mad at each other sometimes. Besides, where are you going to live?” Urban asked and Jack prayed she didn't say she was leaving with him. just thinking about it made his stomach turn.

“with my friend, Emily, do you remember her?” Jack listened, and fell back on the sofa with a sigh of relief.

“of course I do, she’s hot” Urban responded and y/n rolled her eyes with a laugh, “back on topic, please don't move, i'm sure Jack doesn't want you to go, even after what happened. me neither”

“I don’t know…”

“listen, I'm going to talk to Jack, I'll give him the news, see how he reacts… I bet he'll tell you not to go”

“there's no need”

“yes, it is necessary, I will call you again, don’t move!” urban said the last words as a threat and before you could argue, he hung up.

Urban looked at his best friend after ending the call without saying anything, waiting for an answer. there was a moment of silence before Jack spoke.

“if she wants to move, let her go” Jack said, “I won't beg her again, i can't do that to myself” he said, shaking his head.

“look Jack, i know you felt humiliated after you confessed your feelings to her and she rejected you, but have you thought about all the times she felt humiliated? the times she saw you leave with other girls from parties, leaving her with me? come on man, if you're really in love with her you won't mind humiliating yourself some more” he said, making quotation marks with his fingers as he pronounced the word "humiliating"

Jack didn't know what to answer, he hated to admit it but his best friend was right, he had only thought about himself these two weeks. probably not just those two weeks, but always. he began to think about y/n’s last words, how he loved no one but himself… but he was going to prove her wrong.

***

Meanwhile, you were still sitting on your bedroom floor, thinking about what urban said; this was your home, but you were so afraid that you weren't welcome anymore, and before having to find out, you preferred to run away. but that was exactly what you had reproached Jack for: that he was a coward, were you going to be a coward too?

you no longer had the strength to continue packing, and your moving plans were now uncertain. you climbed into bed and decided to call it a day.

but while you slept, Jack was preparing to do one of the bravest things he had ever done. He went on stage and did his thing for a while, until he paused before the next song.

"You know..." he started to speak to the audience, "I've been keeping a secret for a long time" he said and waited for the intensity of the screams to subside with a nervous smile, "I... I've been in love with this girl for years" this time, the audience went crazy, and he had to wait a whole minute before he could continue speaking, "and during all this time I've felt that simply by existing, she was killing me... like poison, you know? but the good kind... cause she revived me every time" he said, and smiled brightly at the enthusiasm of the audience, "this song is about her", he finished, before the intro of Poison started to play.

After his performance, Jack took the first plane he could get. after this concert, he had a three-day break, which he was originally going to use to explore the city, but his plans had changed; he had spent part of the afternoon talking to Neelam, explaining that he needed a flight home, and asking her to get him another one to come back in two more days before the next concert.

***

you woke up to the sound of the doorbell, frowning in doubt. It took you a couple of seconds to remember that you had invited Liam to help you pack. you got up as quickly as possible, went to the bathroom to wash your face and teeth, and fixed your hair into a ponytail.

you ran down the stairs and opened the front door breathing heavily. Liam smiled at you and you smiled back, he gave you a peck and entered the house. And once again, you felt nothing.

“I see you were sleeping?” he said playfully, looking at your pajamas. you rolled your eyes while blushing.

“you caught me”

“can I use the bathroom?”

“sure, it’s the first door on the left” In these two weeks, Liam had not entered your house, you didn’t feel comfortable knowing that it was also Jack's house, and you wouldn't have invited him if it wasn't because you needed his help.

while he went to the bathroom, you quickly ran upstairs looking for your phone. You saw that you had a message from your friend Emily:

“you got to see this” along with a link to a youtube video.

it was a video of Jack, apparently from his concert last night.

“You know…” he started to speak, walking up and down the stage “I've been keeping a secret for a long time” you could catch his nervous smile as he said it, “I… I've been in love with this girl for years” you felt your breath catch in your throat “and during all this time I’ve felt that simply by existing, she was killing me… like poison, you know? but the good kind… cause she revived me everytime” he said, giving the audience a dazzling smile “this song is about her”, he finished, before the intro of Poisonstarted to play.

“y/n! where are you?” Liam’s voice took you out of your thoughts, and you knew you couldn't keep doing this.

you walked down the stairs slowly, and when you got to the first floor, you asked him if he wanted a glass of water and he said no, so you walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water for yourself, when you came back to the living room, you took a deep breath before speaking, “Liam…” you said, capturing his attention “I have to be honest… I’m sorry, but… I can't keep doing this” you aimed between you two, feeling how the guilt made it hard for you to breathe, “I’m sorry, I really am” you repeated.

“Hey, y/n, it’s ok” he replied, hugging you, “these things happen, besides... i think i saw it coming”

“what? Why?” you asked, separating from him.

“Your best friend Jack?” he said, and you widened your eyes.

“I’m sorry Liam, you are such a sweet boy, but…”

“I know, I’m not him. Every time you talked about him, I saw sadness, but I also saw love, you couldn't hide it. During these last weeks I tried to change your feelings, but I think I knew from the beginning that it was impossible. you're a great girl, y/n, and you don't have to feel guilty about how you feel, i really hope you can be happy with him”

“oh, Liam” you said, while your eyes filled with tears. you hugged him tightly, and then pulled away to put your hands on his face, “you are the sweetest boy I’ve ever met, your future girlfriend will be the luckiest girl” you said, and he laughed.

He looked at you for a few seconds before speaking again, “Bye, y/n” he said, kissing your cheek.

“bye” you said in a whisper, watching him disappear out the door.

you sat on the couch, processing everything that had just happened, staring at the nothingness.

Liam closed the door behind him, and immediately run into Jack. As Jack inadvertently clenched his jaw, Liam looked directly at him with a straight face, but just to annoy him for a few seconds, inside, Liam was happy for y/n, he found her fascinating, but he didn’t allow himself to fall in love with her, because from the beginning he knew that her heart belonged to someone else. He took a couple of steps and pointed at the curly boy with his index finger.

“you better make her happy, dude” he said, and went on his way.

Jack stood there for a few seconds, frowning in confusion, but quickly his brain took the hint. He almost ran to the door, and when he entered, he immediately met your surprised eyes.

“Jack?” you said, getting up from the sofa, and before you could say another word, Jack dropped his bag on the floor and walked towards you until he crashed his lips on yours, taking your face between his big and soft hands. when you parted, you looked at him with your teary eyes, “I'm sorry for putting us through this, it's always been you Jack, always”

“I know, because it's always been you too” he said smiling, tears of happiness in the corners of his eyes. Even when he had confessed his love for you to the whole world, he knew the bravest thing he had ever done was confess it to you, and he couldn't be happier that he did.

An hour later, in which you were only kissing and hugging each other on the sofa, enjoying all the years you two had lost, Jack separated from you for a few seconds. You frowned, as he made his way to his bag and then came back with his phone in hand. He sat down again next to you and put an arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him, while with his free hand he unlocked the phone and called someone on facetime.

A few seconds later, Urban's face appeared on the screen.

“Hey, could you tell Neelam I need another plane ticket?” he said on the phone, smiling brightly.

#jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fluff

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sillybruja · 3 months

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keep reading if you wanna know about the craziest liar and well known spn roleplayer I've met on tumblr

I will never forget being on tumblr from 2011 - 2015 and being in the supernatural role playing community. It was both one of the best, and worst experiences of my entire life. I role played as Dean Winchester (and actually my page is still up, and I might start up again) and had a fairly large following.

during 2011, the SPN rp community just started growing so I, among a few of my mun friends, were like the "It girls and guys". It's so insane to think about it now, 10+ years later. There were people out there who did not roleplay that would follow me, and reblog my threads just because they appreciated by writing ^.^ it was so sweet. Back to my memory lol.

Anyways, I made friends with a rper on here who ran a Castiel account. We very obviously shipped Dean & Cas, and so did a lot of people. People even shipped us xD we had a ship name and everything. This person became my best friend in real time.

I really really thought I knew this person. He told me everything, every part of his life, every heart break from some dumb guy, every accident he's ever made, etc. I saw him as not only a best friend but a brother.

around 2013, my life took a turn -- things got more serious for me, and I fell off from roleplaying for a bit, and we lost contact. I remember he just eventually stopped responding to my messages. This wasn't okay for me because before he ghosted me, he told me he was really sick. I was always worried that the last text I sent him was the last I'd ever hear from him.

Eventually he did respond to me, and I remember him saying, "I'm fine, I might just be gone for a while. It's not your fault" and that was that. Mind you, I was 10+ years younger, and I really felt devastated.

Several months later, I logged back onto my roleplaying account. I remember being spammed with asks and messages about him. One of our mutuals sent me a message saying he had passed away a month prior. She showed me the go fund me that was started for him to cover his funeral expenses. My heart was shattered.

The next year was spent of thinking about him almost every day. I felt so sorry that things ended the way they did, and that he was gone. I honestly felt grief that entire year.

In 2015, I get this intuitive 'nudge' to check my tumblr again. This time when I log in, I see appreciation posts about him, and all of those feelings come back. I remember trying to get back into rping in honor of him, and I remember coming across an account that seemed awfully familiar.

This was another castiel account, almost identical in text, aesthetic, vocabulary, even same psds. I just knew it was him. I can't tell you how, I just did. I remember thinking I was crazy and that this was grief... but, unfortunately, I was right.

Eventually, I gathered the nerve to reach out to this account. I cannot remember the name they gave me. But I talked to them, and I sort of played detective lol.

I deeply knew it was him and felt like it was so wrong that he lied about everything, had everyone upset, and took HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS from people who donated for his funeral.

One day, I was just tired of being nice. I approached him about it all. Of course he denied it. I badgered him about it though, and I even told him that what he is doing is illegal, and that he owes it to people who are mourning a very much alive person.

I didn't stop until he came forward.

He said, "I'm sorry, I had to do this to be with my boyfriend" and my jaw was on the freaking floor.

I told him to come forward, or I will have to do something about this.

Of course, he did not. Instead, he deleted his account. I tried to make a claim against him, but it was never looked into.

I will never forget that.

and if he's still out there, I hope he actually understands the weight of his actions. and I hope justice gets served.

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zuppizup · 2 years

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Unresolved

She’s sits on the rock, ostensibly keeping watch but really, she just needs some time alone.

Which seems utterly ridiculous. She’s been alone for literally years now. Things were easier in some ways when she was by herself. She didn’t have to compromise or debate. If she wanted to do something, she did it.

She hears footsteps on the hard ground and doesn’t need to turn to know it’s Callum. Things haven’t exactly gone well between them. She probably shouldn’t have got so angry when she found him, Ez and Soren in Xadia. She was worried and scared but that tended to come out sounding angry.

Of course, he’d started yelling back at her. Rightfully so, to be fair.

She’d been impressed with Ezran’s diplomacy when he managed to end the argument. Not that anything was resolved but well, the yelling had stopped at least.

They just couldn’t seem to stop sniping at each other though and she could tell that Soren and Ezran were getting pretty sick of the tense atmosphere at this stage.

“Hey.” His voice is softer than it has been of late. “Em, do you mind…?” He gestures to the large rock she is sitting on.

She shakes her head, not quite trusting her voice. She hates fighting with him, especially after all this time. And in her defence, she had tried saying sorry to him but he’d rejected her apology and had thrown it back in her face.

And so, here they were.

This was not how she wanted to be reunited with him and she wanted so desperately to make things better… she just didn’t know how.

He sighed, eyes on the dark forest before them. “I’m, em, sorry for how I’ve been acting…”

She snorted, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. “You’re sorry?” Why was he apologising to her? He might have said some harsh things, but it was nothing compared to what she did to him. Soren had told her how much he’d changed since she left the Moon Nexus and she hated that her sweet, kind Callum had become angry and bitter because of her. Because of her lies and deceit.

He seems to read her words wrong though, looking hurt and upset for a moment before the now familiar sneer crosses his face.

“No, that’s not what I-” She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes in a vain attempt to stem the tears she can already feel on her cheeks. “I’m sorry. For… everything.” Her voice cracks and she pulls her knees into her chest as she tries to control herself. She owes him so much more than that, but the words stick in her throat, threatening to suffocate her.

Callum sighs, moving around a little to look at her better. “I know.” He sounds calmer and more like the Callum she remembers from before.

She risks a peek at him, confused by how in control he seems for the first time since they started travelling together again.

He’s watching her, his own eyes glassy but he smiles a little when they make eye contact.

“I don’t want to fight with you, Callum.” She swallows past the lump in her throat. “I wish I could just make things better. I wish we could go back to how we used to be.”

“Me too.” He takes a shaky breath, looking back to the forest again. “It can’t though, you know that, right?”

She looks away too but she doesn’t answer him. She can’t. She did all this because she couldn’t bear to lose him and she’s lost him anyway. Nodding stiffly, she hopes that’s good enough for him.

This is it. They’re over. It’s stupid that she held out hope he’d still want to be with her after everything, but she’s been stupid more than once in her life.

“But maybe…” He breathes out slowly, turning to look at her. “Maybe we can begin something new?”

She feels tears spring afresh from her eyes, but these ones are happy. Hopeful. “I’d like that.” She barely manages above a whisper but from the small smile that crosses his face, she thinks he heard her.

His hand reaches for hers but she finds herself unable to resist moving next to him, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in the crook of his shoulder. “I missed you, Callum. I missed you so much.”

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lurkingteapot · 10 months

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Laws of Attraction กฎแห่งรักดึงดูด Ep. 2

Same precedure as last week, including apologies to those who've seen this before. Includes translation of the writing on Tonkhao's picture and (attempt at) translation of bits on the documents Chaan receives in the last flashback.

open with something heartbreaking, why won't you? Tonkhao is so worried about that one failing/barely passing (not sure) grade, and the family being like "oh c'mon, one bad grade isn't the end of the world"? I am EMOTIONAL.

oh fuck. these are the WORST dreams. I guess at least Tinn had the questionable luck of remembering she died before he woke up, because waking up and feeling good because the memories or dream of a deceased person was nice and only then remembering they've passed? that's brutal.

WOW, that's a swanky place.

adfadfadsf idk WHAT Chaan's game is, but the whole "I'm just gonna let you jump to conclusions" sure is something.

… yeah, I'd be suspicious too, Tinn. But also Chaan, don't spring the "that might not've been an accident" on the man like that.

oof, IDK which show said it– feels like a Doctor Who thing? but those are some of the most dangerous and powerful words in the world. "let me help".

afaasfsdfads "I've never chased a guy like this" Chaan, not the time

no way that was a regular break-in

asdfasdfasdf

idk what they're building up to with Thaenthai and his bodyguard, but I'm intrigued

OH is that what they were looking for? something of Tonkhao's?

oh, ow.

Writing in picture reads:

Family. Granny Aew's Jaew Hawn (Isaan type hotpot) Love great-grandma and Uncle Tinn the most in the world

Chaan's got Tinn's sister and grandma wrapped around his little finger, huh. that was fast.

Chaan, just saying, I think he'd probably listen to you more if you told him things like this up front

Yeah, what do they want?

okay, this dude is a complete n00b at B&E, but also isn't Tinn a trained Taekwondo instructor? I feel like this should be easier for him

LOL at the motorcycle chase

Chaan to the rescue?

I love that shirt, but why is it already stained even though he just-- oh, continuity, okay.

his indignant little "I'm bleeding here" I -- Chaan, do you take anything seriously?

Chaan being a huge baby over having his cut cleaned gives me LIFE

also sorry not sorry but the way that ring lies at Chaan's throat … 👀 I'm assuming that wasn't on purpose, but. collar vibes

I feel like this is the last time we see this dude alive. Also wow Thaenthai and his anger issues and shirts? giving Vegas here, I said what I said.

oh, exposition by the way of Issues, gotcha. Also I'm willing to put money on Thaenthai and his bodyguard having something going on, or being on the way there.

Bodyslam!

AND IT'S SILVY!!!

wow, what a juxtaposition

okay this legalese quoting is a thing with him, huh.

oof, this kid is even less okay than I thought

oh, granny has adopted Chaan

okay, what gives, why are the cops suddenly willing to help?

oh, of course.

I've decided I love when Chaan quotes legalese, but I also definitely will have to catch the subs for these bits.

afsdfadfasdfas Granny

Chaan flirting and Tinn suspicious, the eternal dance

I BUY the revenge thing, but I also don't think that's the whole truth

wow, we get jaded lawyers a lot, but Chaan really is a different level

I like that they're on more even footing now, with Tinn having found something to push at, too

Pending legal case # 8943/2560 (= 2017) Pending legal case # 2190/2560 Judge's bench (??) 201 on the 20/07/60 (= '17)

Chaan's only six years on the job and changed this much? oof.

was his mum wearing that ring in the flashback?

This was another absolutely wild ride and I cannot wait for next week.

#laws of attraction #laws of attraction the series #laws of attraction 2023 #กฎแห่งรักดึงดูด #laws of attraction ep 2 #bl watch liveblog #bl watch live blog #translation #my nonsense

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Just like the first time, the Battle of Bothawui is a roaring success.

And just like the first time, Grievous flees like the coward he is.

Anakin watches it happen for a moment, sees the familiar course Grievous is taking through the asteroid belt, and—

He knows what Grievous is going to do. Force hells, he knows what Grievous is going to do. He could cut him off successfully this time. He could get Grievous off the playing field before he commits so many atrocities.

"I know what to do this time,” Anakin says to Rex over the comms as he guns it. “I’m going in, I know what he's going to do,"

"Sir—"

“He’s gonna power up his hyperdrive, R2, hang on, get us some more speed—”

“Sir!”

Rex, per usual, sounds perfectly professional, so Anakin doesn’t feel too bad ignoring him. He’ll make it up to him by capturing Grievous now and ending his reign of terror years early.

R2 beeps out a message— same message as last time, warrants the same response—

“See what you can do about that, buddy,” he says, right as he goes to dodge the incoming debris he knows is about to hit him, and he does dodge it, it’s fine, but seconds later—

“Oh, fuck.”

Everything goes black.

---

Waking up is slow, blurry, and painful.

Anakin blinks, and blinks again. Oh, no. He remembers this.

“What happened?” he asks wearily, already anticipating the response.

"You owe Rexster your skin, Skyguy," Ahsoka says, just like before. Anakin opens his eyes, ready to see Rex standing behind her, and—

He’s not there.

Shit. Why isn’t Rex there?

“Is Rex okay?” Anakin asks hurriedly, forcing himself upwards into a sitting position, despite the way his head screams at him for it. Rex was here last time. Rex should be here this time. He knows Rex, he knows there’s no way Rex would leave unless something really serious happened—

“Yeah, he’s fine,” Ahsoka says flippantly. “I mean, he’s systematically destroying every training droid on the ship, last I checked— he really was not happy with that stunt there, he introduced me to like seven new words I’d never heard before— but physically, he’s fine.”

… Ah. Right. Rex had been really determined to stop R2 from going missing this time, to stop them from having to lose anyone hunting him down.

Anakin shuts his eyes. Fuck. Fuck. He fucked up. The one thing Rex asked him for, and he couldn't even do that. He can practically hear Obi-Wan’s lecture in his head already.

"R2's missing, isn't he." It's not a question. He opens his eyes again just in time to see Ahsoka wince.

"Yeah, he is. I'm sorry, Master. But Grievous's ships are all now spare parts! And they’ve already delivered your replacement astromech droid!"

"Force fuck a sith," Anakin mutters under his breath, ignoring Ahsoka's sudden giggle at his language. She’ll hear worse from him over the course of her padawanship. "Jetpacks."

"What?"

"We're getting Torrent jetpacks. Rex wants a jetpack, trust me."

"... Okay?" Ahsoka's giggle sounds distinctly more uncertain this time, but Anakin can't find it within himself to care— at least Ahsoka is here. Ahsoka is safe. Ahsoka is where he can make sure she stays that way. And he’ll make sure Rex stays safe too, even if he did mess this one up a little. It’ll all be fine. He’s certain of it.

---

The new replacement astromech droid is a demon.

Within five seconds of meeting him, it’s easy to remember why Anakin hated R3-S6 so much the first time around. And that’s not even including the whole “Separatist spy” aspect.

“I’m not taking him on the mission,” Anakin says, point blank, when Ahsoka tries to get him to.

“Master, you need an astromech droid!” Ahsoka argues back. “The R3s are faster in thinking skills than the R2s, and this little guy here is gold! A gold droid for the Gold Leader of Gold Squadron! It’s practically fated!”

“No, and that’s my final answer,” Anakin snaps in return.

R3 beeps sadly. Anakin glares at him. He knows what that droid is hiding, and there’s no way he’s risking this mission by bringing him along. He’s going to get R2 back from that scavenger successfully this time, and Rex is going to forgive him, and it’s all going to be fine. He’s certain of it.

---

They head straight to the Trandoshan Scavenger this time around. There’s no reason to waste time going back to find his ship when Anakin knows R2 won’t be there, and, well—

He’s not hiding from Rex, he’s just… not finding him. Big difference. If Rex wanted to talk to him, Rex could find him. Anakin is just… respecting Rex’s distance. Yeah. That’s all he’s doing.

To be fair, they didn’t find R2 in the scavenger ship last time, but when Anakin thinks about it, he remembers hearing those beeps, remembers his suspicion. R2 had to get to the listening post somehow after all, and the scavenger was suspicious as the Sith.

Just like last time, Ahsoka immediately complains about the smell. Anakin doesn’t laugh at her, cause he’s a good Master, but it’s just as tempting as it was last time.

She wouldn’t last a day on Tatooine. Probably a good thing, ultimately, he wouldn’t want her to ever be in a position where she would have to last a day there, but it’s still funny as hell.

“We’re looking for an R2 unit,” Anakin says as they meet the owner of the ship. “You happen to pick up any recently?”

“An R series?” the Trandoshan asks, and he looks down, shaking his head. “No, not for a long time.”

Force hells. Anakin doesn’t want to go through this whole song and dance again. The Trandoshan is just as irritating as he remembers.

“I know you’re lying,” Anakin says coldly, and pulls out his lightsaber. "I'm not fucking around."

"Woah," the man says, "woah, woah, woah, hey, there's no need for that—"

"Show me where my kriffing droid is—"

"I told you, I don't have it—"

"Don't lie to me—"

"Master—"

“I’ll go through you if I must—”

“Fine!” the Trandoshan squeaks, “fine, fine, there might be an R2 unit in the hold, you can look around! Go knock yourself out!” He shakes his head, mutters under his breath, “Jedi, so rude.”

Anakin ignores him, instead focusing on striding in the moment the door is open. Ahsoka runs after him.

“Master, come on,” Ahsoka pleads. Anakin keeps going. Thank the kriffing Force R3 isn’t here this time, no one here to set off those Force forsaken Assassin Droids.

“Be careful,” Anakin says shortly as they move. “You don’t want to set off the assassin droids.”

“What assassin droids?”

Anakin points.

“Those ones.”

“Oh.” A pause. “They don’t look too scary to me.”

“Nothing looks scary to you, Snips. Stick close to me.”

“Fineeeeeee.”

They walk further in. Suddenly, the sound of beeping—

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“That was R2!”

“How do you know that?”

Anakin ignores the question. “It came from down here.” He pulls his lightsaber out, and starts carving open the door.

“Master, you can’t just—”

“Watch me.” His tone of voice leaves no room for argument.

“Hey!” a voice comes from the other side of the doors. “Hey, hey, stop carving my doors open you fucking freak—”

“Let us in,” Anakin orders.

“Fine!” The Trandoshan says. “Fine, fine, fine, Maker, if you didn’t have a lightsaber you’d be a dead man.”

“Where’s my droid?”

“Master, R2 isn’t here!”

“Be quiet Ahsoka.” Anakin glares at the man. “Tell me where my droid is, or I’ll find it myself.”

“There’s no R2 droid here—”

“Cut the crap. We both know you’re lying.” Anakin pushes him to the side and stalks past, heading towards the cockpit. “Now tell me where my droid is, or I’ll pilot this ship to the nearest Republic cruiser, and you can spend your next few years ruminating on whether or not an R2 droid was worth a prison sentence.”

Ahsoka makes a squeaking noise behind him. He’s quickly distracted from that by the sudden reappearance of those familiar beeps, this time much louder.

Wordlessly, Anakin takes off towards the sound.

“Hey—”

The Trandoshan reaches for him, and Anakin pulls his lightsaber out. The Trandoshan stops dead in his tracks.

Despite how tempting it is, Anakin does not use his lightsaber to cut the Trandoshan’s head off. Instead, he brings it up to the wall, and starts carving open the paneling near where he heard R2’s beeping. He sees nothing at first, so he switches walls, ignoring the Trandoshan’s offended sputtering, and—

There!

R2 beeps again, and Anakin sighs in relief as his familiar blue shell comes into view. “Knew I’d find you here, buddy,” he says, grinning. “Lemme get that restrictor bolt off you, and we’ll be good to go.”

“Hey!” the Trandoshan says, “you can’t just steal my merchandise—”

His merchandise? R2 isn’t kriffing merchandise. R2 is his friend.

Anakin spins around, lightsaber still in hand, and brings it up to the man’s neck. “You’re lucky I’m not taking your life for lying to me,” he says, voice cool. “Now get the hell out of my way before I decide otherwise.”

---

“I got R2 back!” Anakin crows when he gets back to the ship. Rex is waiting for him, arms crossed, and he feels distinctly unimpressed in the Force.

Still, Rex replies with, “good job, sir,” and it sounds just as sincere as always. Good ol’ Rex. Loyal as ever. “Now we just need to find Skytop Station.”

Anakin waves that off. “Eh, we haven’t even gotten the orders for that yet.”

“We’re also lacking the tracking ability we had originally, sir.”

Ah. Right. That is a solid point.

“Get the men started on scanning the area, and come up with a game plan for what we’ll need to do,” Anakin orders, and Rex nods once, before spinning on his heel and taking back off towards the bridge.

Ahsoka finally disembarks off of the ship, feeling distinctly uncertain in the Force. He gets the sense that she’s dragging her heels a bit. Probably annoyed that she won’t be able to force him to bond with the demon unit now.

If it was up to Anakin, he’d push it out of the airlock, but they still need to figure out what caused it to turn traitor.

“Hey, Snips. Mind bringing R3 to my workshop? I want to check something out.”

#anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #the truth lies (in an unmarked grave)#my writing

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my-inner-crisis · 2 years

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Sometimes you watch a tik tok that enrages you to the point where you want to rant for an hour. So this is it (probably not an hour-length read mind you but ya know).

Two very popular arguments on the clock app have my blood boiling.

1. Where did Lucien’s ACOTAR personality go in the rest of the series?

Oh, I don’t know, let me see. He began the series in relative peace, only having to deal with Tamlin’s ass, which was honestly his least serious problem. Remember how his brothers and father executed his lover brutally and then tried to kill him? He owes Tamlin his life, so you know. In the very beginning of ACOTAR, first thing that happens to Lucien is that his friend, Andras, is murdered in cold blood and SKINNED. Not only does he die, but he’s skinned. After that it’s just downhill for my boy Lulu from there. He is taken under the mountain, tortured to break Feyre’s spirits, UTM is a particularly triggering place to him since he had his eye carved out of his head like 50 years ago, he was so severely beaten and his face was in such a state, it MADE TAMLIN VOMIT. So, he goes back UTM, his mind is held by Rhys like a toy, he’s whipped by Tamlin under Amarantha’s rule, he’s punished for helping Feyre, yet he still goes to help her again. He’s severely abused physically. Good good. Then he comes out of that situation just to find himself in the worst PTSD hours not only for himself, but for Tamlin AND Feyre. He’s caught in the middle, any push he tries to achieve with Tamlin backfires horribly. The High Lord with the power of brute strength hits him. Feyre is scheming and he is aware of it, he gets dragged between the two of them, he isn’t sure what Feyre is up to and tries to go rescue her. He thinks her mind is warped by Rhys who lied so much to him and everyone, Lucien certainly couldn’t guess he was good actually. Feyre leaves Tamlin and messes up the Spring Court in the process, leaving the High Lord to be a useless depression monster, the direct result of that being that he is sexually assaulted by Ianthe. Tamlin has 2 brain cells so of course Hybern double crosses him, which leads directly to Feyre’s sisters being turned fae. Keep in mind that Lucien had no power over Tamlin at any point, you think he’d let himself get dragged into dumb deals with Hybern? Of course not. But now his mate thinks him culpable in her Making, she loses the one she loves due to this and it’s obviously directed to Lucien too, she never asked for a mate, she was happy to marry Graysen, so now Lulu is here courtless (oh no), homeless (so sad), with a mate (yay) who doesn’t want him (noooo) so maybe, MAYBE he is depressed. He finds friends with some sad little humans who also have sad lives like a queen without a throne and a man whose people have been dead for 500 years and the human lands is nothing like it used to be. Lucien is so far away from happiness or even just like a normal, simple day, it’s funny. And we’re surprised he’s not the snarky little rake he was in ACOTAR? Just READ.

2. Elain clearly doesn’t want Lucien and clearly wants Azriel, this is a crack ship

All I have to say to this is the following:

We don’t know what Elain wants, we don’t know why she does whatever she does, we don’t know her motivations and we don’t know how she feels about Lucien. All we know is that she’s reluctant to speak to him and she opposes the idea of mates. It’s fiction, it can go anywhere. SJM could kill half of the characters on one page. Stop arguing with Eluciens (or anyone else) about their ship’s validity. Let me have my cottagecore fantasy with them and maybe you’ll be right, but I can still ship it, even if it doesn’t become canon. It doesn’t have to be correct to be a ship. I used to ship Sasuke with Gaara because they interacted twice and my 14 year old brain was like yes. Just leave people be, let us enjoy our ships 😌

#Elucien #pro lucien vanserra #pro lucien #Lucien vanserra #elucien

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Honestly, I think it would be best if, rather than Salem being vindicated, the Brothers were to be dealt with while Salem is regenerating, and she came back to find that she's been denied her climatic final battle and there's nothing she can do about it.

Like, yes, the Brothers are awful and need to be stopped, but Salem is JUST as guilty of many of the same crimes with all the innocent people she's been willing to sacrifice out of spite.

So I think that a better conclusion to her story would be if, after everything's been resolved and Oz's soul has been freed from the cycle of reincarnation (allowing Oscar to be his own person in the process), someone were to just point out to Salem that she HAD her happy ending and threw it away for nothing.

well the thing though is that—aside from the fact that we’ve already seen how plainly indifferent salem is to that approximate line of reasoning—she… didn’t… do that. after millions of years of profound suffering salem had everything she could possibly want and more—and then her husband went “hey remember the god of light who cursed you with everlasting suffering and then tacitly participated in the slaughter of the entire human race? yeah he sent me back here to redeem humankind from what you, personally, did to piss him off and if we fail he’ll kill everyone again. that cool with you?” and salem went “UM. NO??” so ozma took the kids and left her. the fact that she caught him and they fought about it does not actually make it her fault that he did this to her, nor does lashing out violently in response to a grievous, overwhelming betrayal constitute “throwing her happy ending away for nothing.”

all she did was refuse to bow to a god whose cruel depravity she understands better than anyone else on the planet and who has been nursing a personal grudge against her for millions of years. frankly salem’s initial reaction when ozma told her the truth speaks volumes for how deeply she cared about him and how much she wanted to stay. insert the perennial “but she wanted genocide” quibble here, see previous posts for my argumentation on that; the key point for this discussion is to say that salem did in fact try to work it out by proposing an alternate course of action and ozma walked out on her without another word.

she is not the one who threw her “happy ending” away.

nor, more saliently, do i interpret salem’s motivation as predicated on desire for some abstract ideal of a fairytale ending. in fact i’m unconvinced that salem gives a damn about fairytales at all; her narratorial monologues come across as ambivalent on them at best (“mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts of a forgotten past” <- not a positive statement from the woman who throws tables when she’s lied to) and her two songs are even more overt in (correctly) seeing ozma’s use of mythology as calculated deceit. when yang throws this talking point in her face, salem answers it with a shrug and inquires whom she is being blamed for taking away—that is not the behavior of someone who does the things she does because she feels owed a happy ending, especially not when you take into consideration that salem has been shown in other context to be a highly emotionally-driven person.

i suspect her indifference to yang’s accusatory scorn was a simple matter of none of it being remotely relevant to her actual past or present circumstances. the woman is being tortured by the creators of the entire cosmos over a petty grudge, and these kids think “didn’t get to live happily ever after with ozma” is what drives her? they think that’s even on her radar? that’s what the lamp showed them? it’s almost laughable.

also, honestly? if salem got taken out whilst confronting the gods and upon reconstituting learned that they were done and dealt with, i think she’d be stoked. you mean they’re GONE? it’s OVER? humanity overcame their tyrannical creators at last and this time her personal defeat DIDN’T result in another two hundred million years of agonizing isolation and helpless, furious grief? i think she’d be over the fucking moon.

#like yang DID THAT already #and it had zero emotional impact on salem bc it had nothing whatsoever to do with her actual. deal #which is that she’s trying to kill her abusers fbsbfnhnch

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nellie-elizabeth · 10 months

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Outlander: Where the Waters Meet (7x06)

Lots of good stuff to talk about!

Cons:

I remember this from the books, that Jamie's time fighting for the rebels keeps kind of dragging on and getting addendums added onto it. Like, you think he's done, then he gets pulled in elsewhere, and keeps saying yes again and again... it felt a little messy in the book too, and here I find myself antsy to get to Scotland and all the stuff that happens in the aftermath of that.

Pros:

In the aftermath of fleeing from the fort, Jamie and Claire try and help sneak as many people away as they can. One woman, frantic and sure that the Indians are going to take her, ends up running off and when Claire goes to find her, she watches the woman take her own life, and is then captured by the British. When taken to their camp, she finds her patient Walter Woodcock, and she also finds... William. I loved Claire showing her compassion and strength as a medical professional again, and that William, even upon finding her to be a rebel, wants to help her out as best as he's able.

The scene with Ian is also illuminative of what a good egg William is. He's got his strong principles, but deep at heart he knows the right thing to do doesn't always align with his orders. After thanking Ian graciously for saving his life, he discovers that Ian is here to rescue his aunt, and is in fact a rebel as well. His anger at being lied to is clear, but end of the day, he feels he owes Ian for his own life, and owes Claire for his father's life back when he was sick at the Ridge. (If only William knew how many times Claire had saved the life of his other father...)

The scene where Claire tells Jamie all about William was really heartwarming. It was the most emotional part of the episode for me, even beyond their reunion after Claire had been taken by the British. We also see Ian and Rachel continuing their growing connection. They're pretty adorable, I actually think I'm warming to them more on the show than I ever did in the books.

One more note on William: he's properly shamed by Richardson for failing to deliver the letters he was given. Richardson explains that the messages were for spies among the rebels, and William feels terrible for failing in his mission. Richardson promises he'll get a chance to redeem himself. This is bound to be interesting, given what I know is coming. It's a good way to set up William's core values, and how far he'll go to prove himself.

Meanwhile, the 20th century plotline ended up surprising me by being maybe my favorite stuff in the whole episode? Roger is really working for me as a character here. We see him working on his time travel book to give to the kids someday, and also teaching a class to the community, in Gaelic. He's such a natural with kids, and the moment where they all sing in the Gaelic, call and response, was really touching. And then he's doing so well for himself as a stay at home dad, too. he's really starting to settle into his life here and find his purpose. It strikes me more than it ever did when I read these parts of the books, how much of a tragedy it is that they're not going to be able to keep the life they've been building for themselves here. I also really liked the moment with Rob Cameron forcefully inviting himself over for dinner at Lallybroch. I know where it's all going, of course, but honestly it was just cute to see Roger all flustered, trying to figure this guy out, and determine whether he might be making himself a new friend.

And... we see a hint of exactly how everything might start to unravel, as Roger finally tracks down the mysterious figure who's been lurking around the property, scaring the children and eating their food. It's... William "Buck" MacKenzie! What could he be doing here! Stay tuned to find out more...

I'm really happy with all the stuff we're getting to see in this season. It's maybe the most I've enjoyed this show in several years - I'm sad that season eight will be the end of this show!

8.5/10

#review #outlander #outlander review

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yeah the NA writers definitely owe us all an explanation for that mess and the cowardly way that they promised joy (!!!) and gave only misery for an entire season and have now dipped rather than answer for it is awful.

they really can't say they haven't misled us all season bc ever since 4x22 aired a lot of people have looked back at what the writers and the showrunner have said in interviews all season long and they were always saying that the things they put sharpwin through would pay off in the end and that they were IT for each other and the tagline of the season was "love heals" but where??? when?? I think they meant "love makes you miserable" or something like that. and also all the interviews hinting at what the finale had in store for them made us think that the wedding was gonna happen (bc duh of course we would think that, especially when they said 4x22 would reflect 4x01 and the season opener was called "more joy" and max said that's what he wanted and what he was choosing. they also kept saying that sharpwin were sent on a clear trajectory from 4x01 if I remember correctly and that they had the ending of the season in mind since the first ep of s4??? I can't believe that's what they really had in mind bc otherwise why put sharpwin through hell all season and make them make this big change in their lives (london) and have them get engaged and talking about having a baby together (when that's something helen has always wanted, it's been part of her character arc since the beginning of the show) etc etc.

and just to think about their development since the beginning of the show, 4x22 and its ending just feel like... all of this, for THAT? what was the point then?

I hate how they prioritized making a shocking cliffhanger over writing a storyline that makes sense. even the characters' choices in this episode made them look stupid and not at all like the characters we fell in love with.

writers need to STOP putting their ships through hell just bc they think that once they get together they'll get boring bc they don't have new challenges, when there are plenty of ways to give them challenges while at the same time still giving them joy, character growth and compelling storylines.

the new amsterdam writers have straight up lied to our faces all season and I will never ever forgive them for that (like when a fan asked one of the producers a few weeks ago if there had been a time jump between 4x18 and 4x19 for helen to speak perfectly again, and he answered, and I quote, "we didn’t want to make her (or you all) suffer that badly. more joy, remember?" and then in the finale what happened? helen is distraught at the end of the episode bc something terrible happened to her and she can't go to her own wedding, and there is NO joy for anyone especially sharpwin)

I will keep watching the show if sharpwin isn't completely ruined bc I love them too much but I won't trust the writers' words ever again, or trust them to give the characters good storylines bc 4x22 felt like the biggest betrayal

I also hate the way they made helen look like the villain when there's a reason she couldn't go, a reason they could've given us, it would've still counted as a cliffhanger if it had just been a few words like "something happened with my mum" or something like that. ANYWAY I'll stop now bc this post is a mess and not structured at all bc I suck at it and also mostly bc I have so much to say about this whole situation and I'm still so upset and I just need answers but I don't think the writers will explain themselves bc it looks like they're proud of what they've done and don't feel like they've done anything wrong.

EDIT: just looked at the screenshots I have on my phone and read this one and I just-

this is CLEARLY where it was leading to??? are you serious????? I just- I'm not gonna say anything else bc it's not pretty and it won't really be productive but my GOD. THIS is one of the things I really want them to explain to us bc it doesn't make any goddamn sense

#sharpwin #new amsterdam #max x helen #also omg this is the first ask i've received in YEARS dhfkdjdd

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lunatriense · 2 years

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OH MY GOD STOP WRITING SO WELL AND BREAKING MY HEART (i know i requested the sad crimson tide headcanon but still)

Crimson Tide 30

I'm sorry anon, but tysm for the compliment!!! 🥰 Hopefully this will stitch it back together.

One headcanon about this OTP that mends it

Neptune lies on his bed, flicking through photos on his scroll. Photos of Pyrrha — many with him as well — taken over the years, each of them a memory. She's smiling in those pictures, so happy… she wasn't smiling when he saw her last. He sighs… he took her smile away; that's the last thing he ever wanted to do. He flicks to another photo.

Scarlet hair streams behind her like a banner, shimmering in the evening sun. He follows, drawn onward by her melodic laugh through the streets of Argus, weaving between pedestrians and vehicles and the kiosks set up on the side of the road, all the way down to the wharf. She's so fast! He can't keep up, but every now and then she looks back and slows down to offer words of encouragement for him, and they drive him forward.

When they reach the wharf, fear grips his heart. So much water… he can go no further. She knows he won't go further, not out onto the piers, not where he might fall in. She gives him a smile and darts out without a care, to the furthest docking post. Without hesitating, she scampers up onto the post to watch the battle beyond.

This is why they've come. When the sirens sound, when the rest of the city looks out with trepidation, the girl knows only excitement. She runs toward the danger, not away. She wants to see it for herself, not hear the reports later. He doesn't quite get it, but when he's around her he feels like he can do anything… anything except go out to the water, that is.

She watches from her perch as the airships clash with the Grimm, tracer fire and smoke trails crisscrossing the red-gold sky. Among them are a few hunters, either fighting from the airships themselves or leaping out to engage the creatures in aerial combat.

The sight is breathtaking — the little girl gazing up to the battle above. He fumbles momentarily to pull out his scroll and capture the image.

"That's going to be me one day," the girl tells him when she finally comes back in after it's finished, more excited than he'd ever seen her. "I'll become the greatest huntress ever. I'm going to save the whole world!" Crazy as it sounds, he believes her. She's Pyrrha Nikos, and she can do anything.

A little smile comes to Neptune's face — he remembers that day well. "You were right," he murmurs to himself. "You're gonna save the whole world…" His smile falters, then fades. "And I won't be there by your side…" He thumbs over to his messages and opens the one Pyrrha sent him this morning. Even if he'd given up on her, she hadn't given up on him.

He clenches his teeth, then opens up his contacts to call her. No service; she's already out of range. "Damnit…" He backs out and swipes down to Sun's icon, hesitating briefly before tapping it and waiting for the connection.

"Hey man, what's up?" Sun looks to be playing some sort of game and munching on snacks.

"Hey, you know that friend of a friend you told me about?"

"Uuuuh… oh yeah, the band girl? Sure, what about her?"

"No dude, not her, the other friend of a friend."

Sun's eyes widen and the cheese puff he just grabbed falls from his fingers before it reaches his mouth. "Wait… you don't mean the guy with the-."

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Whoa…" Sun is obviously gobsmacked, and why wouldn't he be after hearing that? Honestly Neptune can barely believe it himself.

"I made a huge mistake and I gotta fix it, so I need a favour. I don't know who else can help, so… you think you can convince him to be ready in an hour?"

"Dude, come on, it's me. Of course I can!"

Neptune gives Sun a grateful — if nervous — smile. "Thanks man, I owe you."

Pyrrha sits against the wall, the same melancholy looming over her that has since yesterday, since Neptune had… She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a deep, shuddering breath. She never thought he would leave like that. They were supposed to stay together forever, that's what they'd always said ever since they were children.

Of course she can't really blame him. He's right, she did leave him first, did run off to Beacon; she hadn't realised at the time that the application deadline would already be past when she found out if she was accepted, and he'd seemed so supportive, but it's no excuse. And now with everything… maybe it's for the best that he's staying home, away from all the danger that this life — the life she dragged him into — entails, and all the more for recent revelations.

At least she'll always have her memories. She withdraws her scroll, ignoring the little stab of pain upon being reminded that Neptune saw her message this morning only minutes after she'd sent it — long before she'd left the range of Argus' communication tower — but never sent a response, and instead opening her photo gallery. Inside are countless precious memories, many of them shared with Neptune himself; she taps one of them to enlarge, and it brings with it both a small smile and new tears.

"Neptune?"

The boy turns, a little awkward-looking in his suit, and blushes. "Pyrrha! H-hi. What're you doing out here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing. I didn't think you'd want to miss a second of a party like this."

"Oh, yeah, it's pretty great huh? I, uh, I just needed some fresh air."

She smiles and nods. "Well then, shall I keep you company?"

He returns her smile. "Sure, that'd be great."

She steps closer to lean lightly against the wall with him. "You know, Melanthe is looking for you. She said you promised to dance with her tonight."

His smile wavers. "That's not-! I didn't promise, I told her maybe we could dance!!"

She giggles, lifting a hand to cover her mouth. "It's alright, I don't mind. Although," she steps away from the wall and in front of him to face him, leaning forward just a bit, "I may be a little jealous if you dance with her before me."

"N-no, never! Besides…" He goes beet red, looking away and shoving his hands in his pockets as he mutters something under his breath.

She blinks. "Hmm? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you."

He mutters again, a little louder. "I said… I don't know how to dance…"

Her eyes widen a little. "Oh… is that…" She takes a half-step closer, straightening as she does and lifting a hand to gently turn his face to meet her gaze. "That's why you were avoiding me last time?"

He nods, obviously embarrassed.

She smiles. "Neptune, it's alright. I don't know how either."

He blinks and snaps his head up, looking at her as though she's grown a second head. "… What? No way! I saw how you moved in the tournament – how you always move for that matter. There's no way you can't dance!!"

She giggles again, but blushes this time as well. "Those are very different than dancing."

He gives her a sceptical look in reply.

She glances to the door of the auditorium she'd exited a few moments ago, from where the music can be heard. "It's just the two of us out here, you know…"

He freezes. "What about it?"

She smiles and extends her hand. "May I have this dance?"

He looks down to her hand, blinking momentarily before blushing and lifting his gaze to her face. "But I don't know what I'm doing."

"Neither do I."

"I'm gonna be clumsy."

"We'll be clumsy together."

"I'll probably trip over your feet!"

She giggles. "Then I'll catch you." She tilts her head and lifts her hand a touch. "Please?"

After a few heartbeats longer, he nods and takes it. "Okay."

He wasn't exaggerating, and neither was she. It only takes a handful of steps before he trips over her feet. She catches him, and for a moment that seems to stretch far longer than it actually lasts she holds him up, her hair spilling down over her shoulder and his. Then the grass, damp from the afternoon's rain, gives way beneath them and sends them both tumbling to the ground where, after rolling a few times, they settle laughing in a heap… just in time for Auric, who's also come looking for Neptune, to find them and snap the photo.

Pyrrha is roused from her memories by the sense of Yang approaching. She looks up to her friend, who stops a few steps from her with a concerned air about her.

"We have company."

Pyrrha blinks and pushes herself to her feet, putting her scroll away as she moves. "What kind?"

Yang motions for her to follow. "It's not Grimm."

Pyrrha nearly misses a step at that. "Atlas is patrolling this far out?"

"Nope; we don't know who it is yet, but someone's coming up on us from behind. In a boat."

Sure enough, once they emerge onto the deck of the ship, Pyrrha looks astern to find that a boat is quickly gaining on them. It's a small and fast island hopper, but far further to sea than such a craft would normally be found.

Yang climbs up the stairs running around the outside of the bridge to shout up to her sister. "Can you tell who it is yet!?"

"It's just… some guy!," comes the response from Ruby on the roof, staring down the scope of her rifle. "He's not wearing a uniform or anything that I can see!"

The rest of the group is arrayed on the deck below, armed and ready, and so Pyrrha leaps down to join them.

"-old you guys we shouldn't have gone by sea. I knew my plan to steal the airship was better!"

"It definitely wasn't, Jaune." Pyrrha gives him a look. "Even if it didn't get us shot down, it would've crippled Argus' sensors and defences, and we're supposed to be protecting people, not endangering them."

Ren joins in with an 'I told you so' look, then they turn their attention the the fast-approaching boat. Pyrrha draws Miló and transforms it into rifle mode, aiming at the craft to get a closer look herself… and her breath catches in her throat.

"Neptune…?"

He trembles, staring at the wall across the room, seemingly unaware of the steaming mug in front of him or the blanket draped around him.

"He's really not looking too hot."

"Do you think he'll be okay?"

"Maybe… we should give him some space?"

"That's probably a good idea."

"Go ahead, I'll stay here to take care of him."

Eventually he becomes aware that someone is holding his hand. His vision is horribly blurry, so he can't tell who; he blinks a few times and finds that his eyes burn badly from dryness, so he squeezes them shut.

"Neptune?"

He knows that voice. That confirms what he thought — it's Pyrrha holding his hand, now squeezing it gently.

"Neptune, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I… I'll be… I'm fine…" It doesn't sound the least bit convincing even to him. When he opens his eyes and blinks away the tears, he finds Pyrrha frowning; clearly it wasn't to her either.

"What are you doing out here? I thought… You said you weren't coming…"

"I wasn't, but.…"

"But?"

"But I… I realised I was being an idiot."

Pyrrha shakes her head softly. "You were just doing what's best for you, that's not-."

"Please don't. Don't do that. I was, I was being stupid. Really stupid!" He sighs. "Because… I was afraid." He hangs his head a bit. "I'm still afraid."

Pyrrha leans a little closer and gives his hand another squeeze. "I'm afraid too, Neptune. We're all afraid, you'd have to be crazy not to be."

He scoffs. "Yeah right, I know you better than that, Pyr. You're the bravest person I've ever met. You're fearless."

She blushes slightly. "Bravery isn't being fearless, it's being afraid but facing your fear and moving onward anyway."

"Huh…" He considers a moment. "Anyway, I thought about it and… and as much as all this scares me, as-," he chokes up, and it takes a moment and a shuddering breath for him to continue. "As terrified as I am that walking this path with you is going to get us both killed, I realised I'm even more terrified that if I don't… if I don't, it'll still happen and I won't be there beside you. That I won't have been there when you needed me."

Pyrrha's eyes glisten with unshed tears and her voice quavers a bit as she speaks. "But we're in the middle of the ocean. The water… how did you…?"

"I had to face my fear, like you said." A small smile spreads on his face. "It turns out I'm a lot more afraid of losing you than I am of the water." He glances toward the door. "But please don't remind me where we are. That's the stuff of nightmares."

She gives a little half-laugh, half-sob but smiles and nods nonetheless, then leans in to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him in a close embrace, both of which he's all too happy to return.

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