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dailymallek · 3 years

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Went with something a little different, and decided to make it a life or death situation in which Mallek’s mind powers awaken.

Thanks again for the ask anon, I had a lot of fun writing this piece!

- mod kai

“So you’ve never tried to see if you have them?!” Diemen yells, his voice suggesting he’s genuinely shocked by the other’s casual statement.

“Nope… In the almost nine sweeps of my life, I’ve never tried to see if I have them, let alone use them.” Mallek shrugs, grabbing his drink from the vending machine.

“Whoa… Never?” He looks at Mallek who just shakes his head in response to him. Diemen takes a bite from his hot dog. “Mmm… I thought all bluebloods had a different mental power?” His words are mixed with his chewing.

“Not all of us… Some blues can develop more manipulative psychic powers as opposed to your caste’s telekinesis, or a gold’s psionic powers…” Mallek explains before taking another big swig from his drink.

“But it’s still a rarity, like… 20, 22% of us can get the power.” They start walking off back to Mallek’s hive.

“Ah, okay…” Diemen takes another bite from his snack. “But you’ve never tried to see if you have them?”

“Not really, it’s never been an interest of mine to explore…” Mallek responds, his focus was always on his hacking, and information gathering, he wasn’t keen on learning about his potential psychic powers.

“Oh, well if you're sure. Still, it’d be pretty cool if you could.” Diemen finishes his hot dog, a satisfied grin, wiping some of the crumbs off his lips. “That would be a cool thing for us to have in common. We’d be psychic BROS.” Diemen makes a gesture, imagining something cool.

“Psychic BROS huh?” Mallek chuckles, he always found his friend’s energetic behavior always refreshing, overall he was just great to be around.

“In that case, how can I not wanna try it?” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but he lowkey feels that he and Diemen would be a little closer if they had something they shared.

“Really?” Diemen was a little eager, he was being serious about the two of them becoming psychic bros. “You don’t have to if it's something that doesn’t interest ya.”

“It’s worth a shot, and I don’t have any plans for the next few days. Let’s give it a shot.” Mallek smiles at the look of excitement on his friend’s face.

The next couple of days the pair spend the time trying to see if Mallek has any psychic powers, Diemen suggested that they try using the methods that rustbloods use to practice their telekinesis. A few books of telekinesis for beginners, some focusing techniques, however, it was all in vain, Mallek tried everything but he couldn’t manifest them. They even found a small book documenting other bluebloods’ psychic abilities, not a lot on how to activate them. But unfortunately, they were looking at this from the technical perspective, there were many angles to look at this from.

Mallek and Diemen were sitting in the park, Mallek was sitting on the grass, while Diemen was on the bench, holding a small bag of hot dogs as if it was a bag of popcorn. The blueblood looked a little exhausted, their latest attempt to make Mallek’s powers manifest was to exercise his body, having him run laps around the park. Mallek was still in the process of catching his breath, his hoodie was on the ground next to him, pale blue sweat running down his forehead.

“Well… It was worth a shot.” Diemen toss his friend a water bottle, Mallek catches it, taking desperate gulps from the bottle, before squirting some of the cooling liquid all over his face.

“Fuck… I don’t think this is worth it dude.” Mallek lays there on the cool grass, still gasping for air.

“We tried everything, I guess you're not in the 22%...” Diemen was more bummed than Mallek probably was, all their attempts hadn’t even caused a spark of power, nothing. “Sorry about that. But hey, at least we tried.”

“This was a total bust…” Mallek sighs, slowly sitting back up.

“You wanna grub dog?” Diemen offers one of his succulent meat products to Mallek.

“No, I’m fine… Let’s just go back.” Slowly he gets to his feet, a strained feeling around his legs, back, and arms.

“Alrighty.” Diemen hops off the bench, cradling his bucket of meat.

“It’s a shame, it would've been interesting to see if I could use any, but whatever.” Mallek isn’t too disappointed, again it was a big deal for him if he had powers, he was mostly attempting this for Diemen’s interests.

“Yeah, it would’ve been cool.” Diemen inhale another hot dog, consuming it in a matter of seconds. They exit the park and are now walking down the street.

While they were speaking, far ahead of them walking towards them was a large purpleblood, he was bleeding from his forehead, his clothing was torn, and his face a mix of anger and exhaustion. It looks like he had gotten into a fight, some of the blood on him was of different colors. His eyes were half-open until he saw Mallek and Diemen ahead of him, his vision then focused more on the shorter burgundy troll, gritting his teeth.

Mallek glances up and sees the purple, immediately feeling uneasy while Diemen is focused on their conversation and his snack. When they finally reach each other, the purple deliberately shoves into Diemen rather aggressively, making him drop his hotdog bucket, his eyes open up wider, a look of shock, before a surprising look of rage fills Diemen’s face. Mallek bites his lower lip, but before he can even attempt to calm his friend down.

“Are you KIDDING ME?! What the hell!” He yells at the purple who ignores him of course still walking away. “What’s your damage you clown ASSHOLE!”

That insult makes the purple troll stop, slowly turning around, his eyes glaring at both of them.

“Shit…” Mallek firmly grabs hold of Diemen’s shoulder, gripping it a little tightly, the rustblood glances at his friend and sees the somewhat frightened expression on Mallek’s face.

“Take it easy… We’ll move on and just ignore my friend.” Mallek speaks clearly but his tone was clearly nervous. Diemen gives the purple another look, scanning him up and down, and realizes how unstable he looks.

The clown snarls back at them, bearing his claws, he begins walking over to them. Mallek and Diemen cautiously step back, but with each step they make, the closer the purpleblood moves to them. Why does it have to be like this, Mallek thinks, why couldn’t he just ignored them, why did he have bump into Diemen, why did every highblood have to be a particular asshole to the lower castes just because they felt like it or in this jerk’s case, he was having a bad day and wanted to take it out on them. His hoverboard would’ve really come in handy, but he decided not to bring it with him, and he had to park his car too far away from the park, like an idiot.

“Hey, hey, there’s no need for t-” Mallek is cut off when the larger troll connects his fist with Mallek, he stumbles back, he receives another punch this time to his stomach, a look of pain twists into his face before he hits the ground hard.

Diemen doesn’t even have time to react when the subjugglator roughly grabs him by the collar of his shirt, lifting him off the ground, this troll was more than twice his size, kicking his feet against the air, trying to pull himself out of the troll’s grip. With little effort, the clown throws Diemen into the ground, a loud groan of pain when the small troll hits the hard concrete. The enraged clown begins whaling on Diemen, each time he fist hits him, or he kicks him, a noise or grunt escapes his mouth.

Mallek sees the larger troll attacking his friend, he quickly gets back to his feet, rushing to Diemen’s aid, the purpleblood sees him coming and before Mallek can even land a hit, the other grabs hold him and throw him over his shoulder, he hits the ground once again. To add further insult he swiftly kicks Mallek in his side making, him coughs up blood, clenching his teeth in pain, the clown snarls at Mallek before turning back to Diemen, his nails extended into claws, as he advances on Diemen…

“N-no… S-stop, leave him alone…” Mallek tries to get back to his feet, reaching out to the troll. “Stop…” He manages to get to his knees.

“I said to

” Mallek raises his hand out, his voice booms, echoing throughout the area, his eyes shut tightly in anger. His other hand was balled into a fist, shaking. He was tense all over with rage, a fit of deep anger, but there was another sensation, something new. A tingling feeling that rolls over him like waves.

It’s quiet, he can no longer hear the heavy footsteps of purpleblood. Mallek slowly opens his eyes, afraid to see what was happening, if Diemen was okay. Peeking at the sight before him, his eyes immediately shoot open in shock. To Mallek’s surprise, the other was standing still like a statue, frozen in place, his eyes were now filled with a blue aura, and on his forehead was now the glowing symbol of Mallek’s sign floating there in place.

“W-what…” Mallek gets back to his feet slowly, confused by what he was seeing. He then stares at his palm that he tried to reach out with, faintly glowing like the purpleblood.

“No way.” He realizes what’s happening, what he’s done. But there wasn’t time to stop and think about this, he goes to Diemen, checking on him. “Diemen, are you okay?” He gently shakes his friend, Diemen grumbles, slowly opening his eyes.

“Mallek?” Fresh blood drips from Diemen’s forehead, holding his head in pain. “What just hap-” He stops when he looks over to see the subjugglator frozen in place, glowing blue.

“Whoa… What’s going on?” Diemen takes a cautious step forward.

“Hey, don’t go near him.” Mallek grabs hold of Diemen, who just brushes him off, moving carefully towards the clown. “Dude… You did this?”

“Nevermind that, come on, let’s go before it wears off.” Mallek was eager to leave, he doesn’t know how long this will last. “Come on.” He makes another attempt to pull his friend away, but not before Diemen delivers a hard, swift kick to the frozen purpleblood’s crotch.

“Diemen!” Mallek yanks his friend’s arm, rushing away with him, turning the corner of the street in the direction of his car, once they were far enough the psychic link was severed and the purpleblood was released from the control. It was like waking from a dream and feeling the sting from Diemen’s kick, he drops to his knees holding his pained area, confused by what just happened.

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sprnklersplashes · 3 years

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heart of stone (17/?)

AO3

Janis doesn’t remember falling asleep, but when she wakes up the TV is off and her tray table is cleared. A soft moan escapes her lips as she stretches, her legs shifting against the mattress and her hand dragging down her face, her mind still almost asleep and wanting to stay there. Her body fights to stay awake, trying to pull her to consciousness, but it’s like pulling yourself out of quicksand. It doesn’t take long at all for her to give in and pull the blankets tighter around her, her hand drifting to the back of her neck-

That gets her up, even if she’s not entirely sure why it did at first. She lays there, frowning in confusion and wondering why something isn’t right. She looks at her surroundings, checking them off one by one, but nothing clicks with her, not until she pushes herself up and runs her hand over her head. That’s when reality shoves her in the chest, the touch cold and cruel and hard, winding her.

She doesn’t remember what she was dreaming about, but she had hair in it.

“Jesus Christ,” she mutters. She kicks the covers off and pulls her knees close to her chest. Her body is still stiff and sore from sleep and her eyes are still heavy and her vision half-blurred. She buries her face in her hand and pulls at the skin, nails digging in like she can take growing lump of self-pity and rip it out with her bare hands. She swallows down whatever pathetic cry was building in her throat and looks out the window instead, out at grey sky hanging over the parking lot and down to the ant-sized people walking around the parking lot and beyond. She leans forward on her elbow and blinks away sleep. They’re saying it’s set to start snowing soon and judging by the colour of those clouds and the frost creeping up her windowpane, that might be sooner than she thinks. A thrill of excitement runs up her spine, and a slow roll of disappointment crushes it. It may well snow, but who knows what kind of state she’ll be in when it does?

“Morning.”

“Oh my god!”

Well, there’s one way to be woken up, she thinks as her heart rate triples and she nearly hits the ceiling from jumping so high. The whole hospital probably just heard that. She predicts that in thirty seconds there will be a team of nurses flooding in, her concerned mother with them, all expecting to see her in the foetal position in the corner.

When she turns around, to her surprise, she finds Damian standing in the doorway, cup in his hand and a sheepish expression on his face. She turns to face him, blinking once, twice, just to make sure she isn’t still dreaming. She goes through the week in her head, trying to work out why and how he came to be here, anxiety ticking upwards.

“Were we…” she begins. “Were we meant to hang out today?”

“Oh, no,” he says with a shake of his head. “No, don’t worry kid.” She shifts then, her hands half-clasped in her lap and the frown not leaving her face.

“So… and I mean this with all the love in my heart,” she asks. “What are you doing here?”

“I just…” His smile just about wavers on his face and he shrugs. “I was in the neighbourhood.”

“You live half an hour away,” she reminds him dryly.

“Okay, okay,” he replies. His voice is strained, tired even, and there’s a flicker of guilt in her chest. “I… just missed you, I guess. I mean I know I saw you yesterday, but I missed you. Still.” He closes the looks down at the cup in his hand and swirls his around. “I went to go get some tea from the machine and when I came back, you were up. Is it a bad time? I mean, it probably is-”

“No, Damian, it isn’t.” She almost admits that it isn’t ideal either, but she bites her tongue and holds it back. It isn’t ideal, not when she’s just barely woken up and she only feels like half of a person, but he doesn’t need to hear that. Not when, judging by his face, he already feels bad enough. And honestly… she missed him too. Especially when he was by her side almost every day since they met. Only seeing him once a week feels wrong somehow, and so any visit, even when she’s not feeling herself, is a welcome one.

With a soft smile, she pushes herself off the bed and motions for him to sit down. She slips in beside him, her legs falling over his and trapping him on the chair before he can attempt to move. Then she throws her arm around his shoulders and tilts his face to look at her, squishing his cheek to lighten the mood. “It’s not a bad time. You could never be.”

“Aw.” He grins, lighting up the room as he does so, and pokes her cheek in return. “You’re sweet.”

“Mm, I have to be every once in a while. Otherwise I’m just an asshole with a sense of humour and great legs.” He chuckles at that and she feels it against her. Their bodies are so tightly pressed together they’re practically the same person, and she’s reminded of when they were still in middle school, having sleepovers where they would lie side-by-side on the couch. They never stopped being affectionate with each other, but they were never quite as intimate that way again until now. It’s a good feeling, and one she hadn’t known she missed. “So, what’s the haps? Oh, winter talent show, isn’t that around the corner?”

“Sign-up sheet is up already,” he tells her. “You’ll never, ever guess what the Plastics signed up to do.”

“Oh God,” she scoffs. “Well, I guess it’s their last year. It would be rude to break tradition. I take it Cady’s doing it with them?”

“They are,” he says. He opens his mouth and closes it again, and despite the lack of spoken words she hears all she needs to, a silent ‘they didn’t tell you’ hanging between them. “They still need a fourth person. Regina said she wants them to start rehearsing soon. Hopefully, this year runs a lot more smoothly than last year’s.”

“Are you doing an act?” she asks. “I think you should.”

“I don’t know. Although I was talking to Aaron and he said I should do a Cabaret number just to show the drama club what they’re missing,” he jokes. “I told him that’s too petty.”

“Not petty enough. Do a lap dance in front of the director. And make it your college audition.”

“You know someone on the Reddit forums said they did and they got into Elon with it.”

“I would check the verification of that,” she says, wrinkling her nose. “Not because I think it’s not true, but because I so desperately want it to be.” He laughs and whispers ‘okay’ at that before the smile melts from his face, revealing something a little more serious beneath it.

“Sorry I scared you,” he says. “I came in and you were asleep, and your mom said I could wait around if I wanted.” He shrugs. “She went to go stretch her legs. It that was a while ago, but I told her I could hold it down here.”

“It’s fine,” she says and waves her hand to prove it. “She needs some alone time anyway. Although I’m very curious as to how long you sat there and watched me sleep.” The corner of her mouth turns up into a grin. “Pervert.”

“I didn’t watch you sleep I read the magazine your mom left here,” he says before he consults his watch. “And it wasn’t even ten minutes.”

“Mm, you say that.” She leans her head on his shoulder and snuggles further into him. It’s not perfect; her knees smack into his chest and narrowly avoid his face, but it’s okay. “We probably should have taken the bed.”

“Oops,” is all he replies and it gets her bursting into laughter. “Eh, this feels more right. More organic.”

“More gay,” she finishes.

“Eh, that too,” he shrugs. “Plus I think this chair and I are permanently bonded now.”

“I’ll send out the wedding invites,” she jokes. She finds a semi-comfortable position with her head propped up on her elbow and her legs draped over the other side of the chair and as she does, an idea sparks up in her mind. “Hey… maybe I could go to the talent show.”

“What?”

“It was one conversation topic ago,” she says. “But the school talent show. Well… maybe I could go.” She inspects her nails. “I mean, it’s not definite. But it would be fun. Especially if you decided to do a funky little Broadway medley.” He grins, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes and she feels her stomach do a turn.

“I mean… I’d love that,” he says. “But… are you sure you’d be able to? I mean, isn’t you being here kind of a permanent thing?”

“It’s not like I’m quarantined, Damian.” It’s only after she said it that she realises how harsh she sounds. She swears that it sounded nicer in her head. Damian blinks slowly as her words turn into dust and settle over them, and all she can do is bite her tongue and attempt to work out where the hell that came from. She shakes her head, a short, quick breath escaping her, and smiles. “Besides, even if I was I’d break out for you.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he says.

“But it should be fine,” she says. “You know, be back by a certain time. Don’t stay out too much, have my mom on speed dial. And it’s not like we’d be walking around a lot. Besides, we go out all the time?”

“We?” he asks, his eyebrow raised.

“Me and the cancer crew,” she explains. “We’re allowed out as long as we’re supervised and back in time for our chemo. In fact, we’re going to this concert next month.”

“A concert?” he echoes, equally disbelieved.

“Yeah. I mean it’s not something I’d usually be into. It’s that Jingle Ball concert, which isn’t really my thing, but the cancer fund secured a bunch of free tickets. And it’s in some private box. And….” She leans in close, her voice a low, husky whisper to add to the dramatic effect. “A minibar.”

“Oh and I’m sure that’ll go over great with all you underage kids.”

“Yeah,” she grimaces. “But it’s still cool to have. But anyway the point is yes, I am allowed to leave. Thank God. I think I’d go insane if I had to say cooped up in here 24/7.” She shudders at the thought of spending every minute of every day inside these walls. The deal she has right now is bad enough for her. “There would most definitely be a bloodbath at some point.”

“Well that’s a beautiful image,” he says, his eyes going wide as he pictures it too. Janis hides her chuckle behind her hand. “Load of sick children trying to murder each other with their bare hands.

“Don’t be fooled, some of us are very scrappy,” she says. “Anyway, I’ll ask my mom about me going to the talent show. And my doctor, too.” She hesitates then, studying him out of the corner of her eye and gauging his reactions. “If…. That’s okay with you?”

“Okay with me?” he echoes. “Of course it’s okay.” He grins at her then, and it puts her at ease completely. She feels silly for even worrying, even if it was just for a minute. Why would he not be okay with it? “I’d need my biggest fan in the audience.”

“Cady looks cute as shit in that Santa outfit,” she says. “I need to see her in it up close.”

“You already saw her in it last year.”

“Yeah but we weren’t dating last year,” she reminds him. “And also I hated Regina last year, so I kept my distance. And I still hate her, of course. But you know. We’re all friends, I guess.” Damian hums in agreement. She almost opens her mouth to say something else, but she’s too preoccupied by what she just said. That she hated Regina last year and that she still does. The former is true, but the latter? For some reason she isn’t so sure. She may dislike her still, but would she really have called her in her weakest moment if she hated her?

“I’m sure I’ll be able to slip away for an hour,” she says. She shakes her head slightly, trying to clear her head, and hopes Damian doesn’t see. “If nothing else I want to see if they can pull it off without me set designing.”

“You are such a freaking Scorpio you know that?” he scoffs. No sooner has he said it than he gasps loudly, his hand slapping her leg with a loud, loud thwack and likely leaving a little red mark. She rubs the spot and glares at him, even if he’s oblivious to it, hoping to get an explanation. “Your birthday! Your birthday’s coming up.”

“Oh. Yeah.” She shifts in the seat slightly. “That.” Damian looks at her expectantly, his mouth falling into a small ‘oh’, and she just shrugs back at him. “I mean, you’re right. My birthday is soon.” It’s just over a week away actually, not that she’s counting.

“And?” he asks. “We haven’t even started planning yet. What kind of cake do you want? What do you want?”

“You don’t need to get me presents,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. She avoids his gaze entirely, instead focussing on the back of the chair and pulling at lose threads on it. “I mean… it’s fine. I haven’t thought about it a lot.” She pulls harder, the treads making sharp sounds as she pulls them out. “I don’t…. I’m not sure about my birthday this year.”

Damian opens his mouth, the word ‘why’ ready on his lips, but it dies in less than a second and he takes in the room as though he’s seeing it for the first time. She doesn’t blame him, not entirely. Sometimes it’s easy to forget, a combination of old habits dying hard and of conversation taking them away from here, making her feel almost normal again. She smiles to herself, soft and a little bitter, and runs her nails along the back of the chair.

“You sure?” he asks. “I mean I know it’s different this year…. But you only turn 18 once.” He nudges her with his shoulder. “Besides, as the second born in the group, you’ll be setting the precedent for everyone else.”

“I miss when I was the oldest,” she jokes. Back when it was just him and her, and when it was him, her and Cady, she was always the first birthday. Now they’ve melded with the Plastics and Regina’s July birthday has outshone hers. At least she got to go to her party this year. It wasn’t too bad, although she and Cady did end up sneaking out early and making use of the hammock in Regina’s back yard.

Maybe if the topic comes up, she’ll ask her parents for a hammock.

“I just want you to enjoy yourself,” he says after a while. His face is soft when he looks at her, soft and completely vulnerable. It’s one of the many things she loves about him, that unironic earnest manner of his. It’s why she feels the safest with him. The corner of his mouth turns upwards. “Just because you’re in a hospital doesn’t mean you can’t party. And we want to celebrate you.” She raises her eyebrows at him. “Well, I do. And Cady definitely does. And Karen probably just wants cake.” She slaps his head lightly, her touch careful, knowing from experience that being slapped hurts more with a shaved head. But her heart is warm and growing to twice its size, and she needs to take a minute just to compose herself before thinking on anything else.

He’s not the first to being up her birthday. Her mom’s brought it up twice now and both times she’s dodged the topic with as much grace as she can muster and her mom seems to have gotten the hint. It’s not that she doesn’t want to do anything, on the contrary, she wants to do a lot. She had started gathering ideas for her 18th birthday during the summer, gathering inspiration on Pinterest boards and then going to check prices. She didn’t have a concrete idea, but she had hoped a chocolate fountain was involved. It would most likely devolve into a sleepover with Cady and Damian (if her mom would allow a sleepover with her girlfriend). She had other ideas too; maybe a movie marathon, or bowling, or both, and loads of pizza and popcorn and a chocolate fountain and not actually sleeping until the early hours of the morning. The she got cancer, and the plans went out of the window.

The bottom line of it all is, she has no idea what type of day her birthday will be. If she’ll be up and running around and feeling mostly fine or if she’ll start it with her head bent over a toilet and have it all go downhill from there. And the last thing she wants to do is hang plans on something only for it to go south. To have all her friends over and for her to not be here, not really. But Damian’s planted the idea in her head now, and her mind won’t let it go.

“I appreciate that, Damian,” she says quietly. She gives a shrug, a cheeky grin on her face. “And who knows? Maybe we could do something.”

“Really?”

“I said maybe,” she reminds him firmly. Nothing is set in stone either way and that’s the best way to handle anything now. The finer details are a bridge she can cross closer to the time, she decides. It’s the easiest way to not get hurt, and also to make sure no-one else gets let down. For now she smushes her cheek against his shoulder and smiles. “Thanks for coming over by the way.”

“Aww.” He runs his knuckles up and down her arm. “Anything for you, mon Cherie.”

Damian sticks around for almost an hour, the two of them spending the time flicking through the TV and deciding to move to the bed after fifteen minutes, when he says he can’t feel his leg any more. He fills her in on more of the school stuff she’s missed, the news getting more and more mundane until he reaches topics she’s already heard. She doesn’t tell him that though. At some point, she entertains the idea of taking him down to the longue and the two of them commandeering the better TV in there, maybe introducing him to some people, but not two seconds later she pushes it away, suddenly shaken by it. She doesn’t know why, but the idea of introducing Damian to her cancer friends doesn’t sit well with her.

“Thanks for coming over,” she says again, her voice soft and cracking as she does so. She punches his shoulder gently. “I missed you.”

“Sorry I crashed your nap,” he replies, nodding over in the direction of the bed. Janis frowns and follows his gaze. When she looks back at him, he only shrugs awkwardly, his frame almost too big for the door, a guilty expression on his face. “You know… just if I’d known you were asleep I wouldn’t have come over.”

“What? No, Damian.” She shakes her head, her hand halfway extended towards him. “No it’s fine. Besides, it was nice to wake up to you.” She grins. “After the heart attack you gave me.”

“Yeah I’m sorry about that too,” he adds, but there’s more of a smile on his face now. She stretches up on her toes and hugs him tightly, letting him know it’s fine. It’s all fine, really. And while he can’t see her face, she lets out a small exhale, her face scrunching just a little as she thinks about it more. He missed her, and he came all this way to see her. She thinks that maybe she shouldn’t be so surprised at this, not anymore, but here she is.

Her mom is sitting in the chair when she returns to her room, her glasses perched on the end of her nose and her phone screen reflected in them. She sees from the reflection it’s Solitaire and she guesses by her mom’s face that it’s not going well.

“He’s gone home,” she says by way of greeting. She flops onto her bed and ends up in some half-sitting half lounging position, her knees against her chest. She looks at her mom out of the corner of her eye, watching her expression barely changing. Must be a hard game.

“How is he?” she asks, half distracted.

“He’s good,” she says. She ducks her head and if she had hair still, it would hide the smile on her face. “It was fun. We had fun.”

“Well that’s good,” she says, still not putting the phone down but her eyes moving over to her. Janis looks down and picks at the sheets, her legs crossed and she bites the inside of her cheek, the elephant in the room nudging her repeatedly with its trunk until she takes a deep breath just to shut it up.

“Pity I was conked out when he came in,” she says. “That must have been awkward.”

“A little,” she admits. That’s when she puts the phone down and looks at her, her eyes all soft. “He didn’t mind sticking around though.” Janis’ heart warms at that even more than it already was.

“He wouldn’t,” she whispers fondly. She picks up the remote and leans back on the pillows, a small grunt escaping her. Her mom’s ears-fine turned at this point-prick up and she looks over at her, closing the cover on her phone.

“You feeling okay?” her mom asks.

“Fine,” she says tightly. She shifts around on the bed, trying to find a position that’s comfortable. At some point when Damian was here, she had felt a wave of nausea roll over her and while he had provided a good distraction-and was fine with the two of them just sitting on the bed-now it seems determined to make its presence known. On the plus side, she’s almost certain she’s not going to throw up (not that there’s anything to throw up), but that doesn’t stop the feeling of something clawing its way up her throat. “Mom could you get me some water?”

“Yeah, yeah sure sweetheart.” About five seconds, if even, pass between her asking and her mom thrusting the glass of water in her hands. She stays by Janis’ side as she drinks it, her fingers against her temple. Janis feels the weight of her eyes on her and if she didn’t already feel heavily uncomfortable, she does now.

“Mom?” she begins. Her mom’s eyes light up, her lips moving in a wordless ‘yeah?’. “I’m okay. You can go sit down. Really.” Her mom nods and pats her head before she goes. She even makes a show of taking out her phone and looking at it, although one eye always remains on her.

She doesn’t feel any better by that evening either, despite having spent most of the day laying around in her pyjamas. So in addition to feeling sick, she actually feels pretty gross too. Her clothes stick to her body, top clinging to her spine and her pants twisted around her legs. The invisible feeling slithers over her skin, that feeling of inactivity and laziness, that, even if she knows it isn’t her fault, makes her disgusted with herself. She tosses a pen between her hands just to give her body something to do, lest she slip even lower.

“Hey.” Her mom taps her hand. “I take it you’re not up for going down to the cafeteria.”

“Nope,” she responds. She might be able to make it down there, but she may throw herself across the first empty table she sees. Her mom nods, her hand starting to curl around hers. “You go on, I’ll be okay.” She waves the TV remote. “I’ve got Jeopardy! to keep me company. There’s probably a good movie on tonight too.”

“Okay. What do you want me to bring you up?” she asks. “Pretty sure they’re doing that mac and cheese tonight. I might get that for myself too.”

Despite her mom’s enthusiasm, Janis shakes her head, her jaw clenching at the idea of eating anything.

“I don’t want anything,” she mumbles and the minute she says it she braces herself for the reaction. She makes a bet with herself that she can predict her mom’s response word for word. “I’m okay.”

“Janis, you need to eat something,” her mom says. “Why don’t I just bring you up some fries?”

“I’m not hungry,” she sighs, focussing her attention on the TV and fisting her hand in the covers. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees her mom’s stone-cold face cracking and she’s a little surprised if she’s being honest with herself. Normally this goes on for at least three more rounds before her mom relents and makes her promise to eat something later tonight. It’s normally Janis telling her that if she eats something there is a high chance she’ll throw it back up again tonight and a mumbles reminder that no-one wants to go through that. But not tonight.

“Okay,” she says. She stands up and brushes down her jeans. She doesn’t seem annoyed or angry at all, and yet Janis feels guilty all the same. “I’ll be fast. You sure you don’t want some fries brought up?”

“I’m okay.” She shakes her head. “But if they have those bread rolls…” Her voice trails off as relief floods her mother’s face. She doesn’t even try to hide it.

“You want butter with it?”

“If I don’t, I think Dad might appear in here and remind me of my French heritage,” she jokes. “See you in a bit.”

“See you.”

She turns up the volume as her mom closes the door and pulls her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on it and tilting her body forwards. Her spine twinges from the position, but it makes the cramping in her stomach let up, so it’s a burden she’s willing to put up with for now. She takes another shaky sip of water and returns the cup to its precarious position balanced between her pillow and the bedrail. One wrong move from her and her pillow is soaked. It took a significant amount of time to get the cup to balance perfectly like it is.

On the other side of her, her phone buzzes, the screen lighting up and showing her a text from Cady, a simple ‘hey there’ followed by a purple heart. With a gentle giggle, she types a reply.

‘What’s up?’ Cady asks. She hesitates for a moment, her fingers hovering over the screen, before carefully typing out her reply.

‘Not much. Feeling a bit ick rn.’

‘Oh,’ is Cady’s reply, followed by ‘everything okay?’ Janis can almost imagine her expression, the way her face probably fell slightly when she read it, the concern in her eyes. She probably tapped her fingers on the desk as she replied too.

‘I’m fine. Just a little gross. Give me a day and I’ll be peachy again.’ She follows that up with a little peach emoji, the joke not lost on her but probably lost on Cady. ‘Mom’s getting me bread rn.’

‘Like…. Bread as in money?’ Janis snickers at that, half-covering her face with her hand.

‘No. As in actual bread.’

‘Ah. It’s the French side of you coming out.’ Janis sends a little French flag emoji and scrolls through until she finds the chef’s kiss emoji too, committing to the art.

‘What’s happening with you?’ she asks. Cady doesn’t respond with a text or an emoji, rather she sends a photo of her desk; three piles of closed notebooks and one open on the table, covered in six different colours of pen and little neon markers sticking out at the sides like little flags. Behind it, the curtains are drawn and the scene is lit up by the desk lamp and nothing else. Janis is just about to make a comment on the when Cady sends another photo, this time of herself wearing a dark blue hoodie that’s at least one size too big for her, her hair pulled back into a low ponytail and waving a French fry sitting on a fork at the camera. And oh god, her face, one cheek puffed out and her eyes bulging. Adorable doesn’t even begin to cover it.

‘Party for one, I see.’ She opens the photo again and narrows her eyes, a detail catching her eye. ‘Is that my hoodie?’

Cady is silent at first, and then,

‘Oh shit is it?’ Janis zooms in on the photo and turns up the brightness on her phone, just to make sure.

‘Yep. The forbidden planet one. Legit forgot I owned it.’

‘Oops,’ Cady says. The little dots appears in the next second, dancing in their little wave. ‘Do you want it back?’

‘Sure, give me a second I’ll jump in the truck and come to yours, you can toss it out the window to me. Like a gay version of the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet’ she teases. ‘It’s fine Caddy. You hold onto it. I didn’t even notice it was gone. Besides,’ she adds. ‘You look cute in it.’

‘I knew it was comfortable for a reason,’ Cady replies, and despite being alone, Janis buries her head in her arms to hide her blush.

She really hopes this part of their relationship never goes away; the part where she gets stupid happy at silly, sappy things like this. Whatever else changes, she hopes this never does.

‘Anyway,’ Cady goes on. ‘I actually did want to talk. Basically, I’m pretty booked a lot next week, but I miss you, and I wanted to ask if you want to Face Time one day next week? I know we have Friday nights but….. you know’

‘I do know,’ she replies, giggling into her sleeve. They go back and forth working out the finer details, Janis factoring in her medicines and the days she tends to be at her best and Cady looking through their own busy schedule and after they move around a study session, they pencil it in for Wednesday night.

‘I’ll even wear pink for you,’ Janis teases and Cady replies with a stuck-out-togue cat emoji.

‘I should probably hit the books again,’ they reply, this time followed by a sad cat emoji. Something Janis has noticed about Cady is that if they can, the emoji they send will be one of the cat ones. She’s wondered about that. Maybe because they remind them of their lions back in Kenya.

At that moment, her mom comes through the door carrying two little plastic cartons and a napkin-wrapped bread roll on top of them.

‘Yes you should. My dinner’s here too anyway.’

‘I thought you said you were getting bread?’

‘Yes. Bread is my dinner,’ she explains, like it should be obvious. ‘Trust me, it’s all I can eat right now.’ Cady falls silent on their end as Janis takes the bread from her mom and whispers a ‘thank you’, and she bites her lip. Maybe that was a kind of ‘need-to-know-basis’ kind of joke. She flips the phone in her head, her free fingers drumming on her leg as she debates sending a follow-up message assuring them she’s fine.

She’s about a second away from doing so when Cady replies.

‘Enjoy your carbs. I’ll see you later. Xx.’

It makes her smile, but it doesn’t help her breath any easier. She thought that at this point, she’d know where the line is in regard to that kind of humour. That she’d understand that just because her fellow patients are fine laughing at it doesn’t mean her other friends necessarily will be. But her attempts to separate parts of herself into ‘hospital brain’ and ‘normal brain’ have proven unsuccessful so far.

Live and learn, she guesses.

“So I did grab you some pasta,” her mom says as she slides the other container onto her tray table with a guilty expression on her face. She holds her hand up in defence when Janis looks at her, a response apparently written on her face. “Hey, just in case. They even said to take some up to you or it’ll be thrown out tomorrow.” She shrugs helplessly. “Aren’t you the one who loves the environment?”

“Yeah,” she says. She leans over and takes a look. The container is still warm, steam fogging up the lid. Some sort of creamy sauce and green veg over thick strands of pasta. It would look lovely any other day, but now she turns up her nose and moves away from it. “Maybe later.”

“Okay,” she says, tucking into her own dinner. “You know on the way up; I saw that that support group is on tonight. Apparently it runs a few times a week.”

“Is that so?” she asks, paying more attention to her bread than her mom. Behind her, her mom tenses, and she pretends she doesn’t notice. If she wanted to talk about her feelings, it wouldn’t be with her mom, much as she loves her.

“Just keep it in mind if you ever think you need it,” is all she says before turning on the TV. An air as cold as the one outside settles over the room, and guilt mixes in with the nausea in the most unsettling way possible.

It’s not that she doesn’t think she needs a support group. It’s that she already has one; Cady, Damian, her parents. She’s as supported as she needs to be. Plus, all things considered, she thinks she’s doing okay.

She’s not anti-therapy. Hell, she’s been through it and knows she came out the other end stronger because of it. But that was different in a lot of ways. That was her and her therapist, alone in an office, communicating through art. She’s peeked through windows on that support group before, everyone sitting in a circle spilling out their feelings. And that may well be good, but it’s not for her.

Still though, her mom was only looking out for her. She, like her, is doing her best.

“Thanks Mom,” she says. “I’ll think about it.”

Her mom nods and leans back in her chair, her shoulders relaxing as she fills her in on the latest dining room gossip.

******

Late on Wednesday afternoon, Janis pulls one of the chairs into the bathroom and positions it in front of the mirror, her various bits of make-up spread across the sink. Not for the first time, she considers just buying herself a mirror and saving herself the trouble. Even if the bathroom does have really good lighting.

“Do you put on make-up every time you talk to your girlfriend?” Maddie asks from behind her. She’s laying across her bed, watching the world upside-down and her legs dangling off the edge. A few minutes ago she had texted Janis complaining she was bored and Janis, sharp as she is, took the hint and asked if she wanted to hang out in her room while she did her make-up. She know that when she was that age, few things made her as happy or as fascinated as watching her older cousins doing their make-up. She would sit in the corner of their rooms with wide eyes, completely captivated by their tricks. And Maddie, apparently, isn’t much different, albeit she’s far more talkative than Janis was at that age. Not that she minds at all. “Like when you’re just going to hang out, do you put make-up on for that.”

“Sometimes, yeah.” She turns towards her, holding up two eyeshadows. “What do we think? The green or the red?”

“Well, what are you going to be wearing?” Janis answers by gesturing to what she already has on; a dark blue top, embroidered with silver stars, and her leggings. Maddie considers, her face scrunched up in concentration, before she replies. “The red. It’ll make your eyes pop.”

“And you claim you don’t know make-up,” she says, turning back to the mirror.

“But do you?”

“Do I what? Know about make-up?” she scoffs, ready to tell her that she’s been perfecting this skill for years, when Maddie interjects.

“No. Like, wear it all the time. Or is it just for your girlfriend?” she asks. Janis pauses, the lid of a tube of mascara half-twisted off. Truth be told, she doesn’t know how to explain it completely without sounding corny, or worse, unleashing her tragic middle-school life on this unsuspecting child. That in some way, her heavy eyeliner and dark lipsticks became her shield when she returned to school after a year’s absence, making her look braver than she felt already. And the habit stuck. Even with that behind her now, she still feels braver when her eyes are ringed in black.

“I don’t wear it all the time,” she answers slowly. “I just… feel better with it on. And I want to look nice for Cady.” Behind her, Maddie nods, a silent ‘oh’ on her mouth. Janis turns to her then, her eyes stern and her grip tight on the back of the chair. “But that doesn’t mean it’s the same for everyone. I wear it because I want to.” She shrugs. “And sometimes I don’t. Like here, I hardly wear it at all. Bigger things to worry about.” She looks pointedly at Maddie. “Make sure that whether you wear it or not, it’s because you want to. Not because you think you have to.”

“Yes ma’am,” she laughs, though whether or not it’s out of discomfort Janis isn’t sure. She jumps off the bed and runs over, her footsteps light and quick, and she comes to a halt right beside her, watching her work with fascination. “When I get a girlfriend,” she declares. “I’m going to do exactly what you’re doing.” She nudges her shoulder. “You’ll teach me how, right?”

“Of course I will,” she says, and it sounds a lot like a promise.

Maddie skips on out of the room when it gets closer for the time Cady’s meant to call, not before making kissy faces at Janis though. She shoos her out of the room but doesn’t even bother to hide her smile as she does so.

She settles herself on the bed and opens her laptop. Cady said she’d call her, but she opens the app just in case, wanting to be ready and also checks her make-up in it. Not a bad job, if she may say so. Glancing up at the clock, she finds she still has a few minutes, so she opens up Twitter and wastes the time there, even if she does check the time every thirty seconds or so, getting more and more giddy each time the number changes. By the time the clock makes it to six, she’s practically squealing.

Cady doesn’t call right away, but she doesn’t think anything of it. She’s probably busy or her clock’s slow or hey, they didn’t say exactly six. Janis is a few minutes late to stuff all the time. So she plays around on Twitter for a few more minutes, filling time until it’s 6:05. And Cady still hasn’t called. Her hand grows cold and curls into a fist at that, her nails pressed into her palm so she can’t bite them. She takes a deep breath, her attempt to distract herself again failing this time. She tries not to overthink it, really tries, but it’s been five minutes. Five. She thinks that’s a line.

Five minutes then turns into ten and that’s when it kicks up a notch. She bites down on her nail, her eyes glued to the home screen as one single thought takes up all of her mind; that Cady’s forgotten her. That she found something better to do with some other people and went and did that instead.

Janis bites the inside of her cheek, her chest tight and burning with a familiar kind of bitterness. The kind that spits at other people, that shakes her head and tells her she’s better off without them anyway. It’s harsh and hurtful and it shouldn’t be associated with Cady. But it is.

Despite her instinct, she waits it out, giving Cady five more minutes to show up. Fifteen minutes is a good cut-off point she decides. All she can do is watch the clock and it’s a reversal of what she was doing just moments before; here instead of going higher, she only plummets lower every time the number changes. By the time it hits 6:15, she’s biting right into her finger and fighting off the urge to cry, the image of Cady texting someone who isn’t her burning into her mind.

But she finds it wasn’t wrong in waiting. Just before she’s about to shut her laptop off, the little ringing noise cuts through the hair and Cady’s selfie fills the screen.

“Janis!” she gasps. She’s not in her room; the paintings behind her are the ones in the Heron’s hallways. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I was tutoring and I meant to be home before six, but it ran overtime and the bus was two minutes late-” As she talks, the scene changes quickly behind her, moving so fast Janis almost feels sick from it, her feet loud on the stairs until she finally reaches her bedroom. “And anyway, long story short, I meant to call at six, I promise. I just lost track of time.” She looks up at her, eyes big and wide and so utterly sincere Janis feels bad for being upset. “I’m sorry, Janis.”

“It’s okay,” she says. “I wasn’t waiting that long.” If Cady notices how close her hand is to her mouth, or her bitten nail, she doesn’t say. Instead she settles on the bed and props up the phone against a pillow.

“You sure?”

“It’s fine, Caddy,” she says, and it is. Except it sort of isn’t, and she’s not sure if she can say it was Cady’s fault. “Just… text me about it next time?”

“I will. I will. Sorry,” she says again. They both fall quiet after a while, Cady winding a lock of her hair around her finger, and the silence weighs heavily on Janis’ chest. Old anxieties from long ago jump up at her like a dog demanding attention.

“So who were you tutoring anyway?” she asks.

“Oh, this freshman girl,” Cady explains. “Lily Reynolds. She’s sweet, her mom just wanted her to have a little help with calculus.”

“And she got North Shore’s finest,” Janis remarks, the corner of her mouth quirking up, and Cady giggles.

They’re close to fine after that, the conversation almost as easy as it’s ever been, save for how off Janis feels throughout it. She can’t shake it, no matter how many jokes they make or how many cheesy compliments they throw at each other. The whole thing, much as she loves it, feels like it’s two inches off from where it should be, and she doesn’t like that feeling.

They wrap it up after a little over an hour, Cady needing to start her homework and Janis aware that she’ll start an IV soon.

“Sorry I was late,” she says again.

“It’s okay,” Janis assures her. “Really, Caddy. Shit happens.”

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I’ll see you on Friday?” Janis swallows and her throat feels like sandpaper.

“Yep. See you Friday.” She blows a kiss to the camera before Cady signs off, her cheeks just about to turn pink. She closes her laptop and sits back, her hands wringing in her lap. She feels like she’s just ran around the perimeter of the ward. She shakes her head as if that can make everything she’s feeling just magically fly off her body and she can suddenly be okay. Like she can forget that for fifteen minutes, she genuinely thought her girlfriend had forgotten about her.

She presses her clammy hands together and bites her lip. Hadn’t there always been this fear, since this whole thing started? That her not being there would take a toll on her relationships and that her friends would become used to her absence and move on with their lives? Find new people, or just fill the gap she had left all on their own? And even if it hadn’t happened this time, it was more than enough to shake her. It had always been there, but it hadn’t been so prominent until now.

She leans forward and runs her hand over her face. She guesses with a sad realisation that this is mainly her cross to bear. She can’t talk to Cady or Damian about this, not without saddling them with guilt. The last thing she would ever want to do to either of them is make them feel like they have to pay attention to her for the sake of it. Besides, how would either one of them, or anyone for that matter, understand something like this?

She leans back on the pillows, about to resign herself, when something on the shelf catches her eye, and she remembers something from earlier. And she realises that if the built-in support system isn’t up to it, she might have to check out a new one.

That’s how she finds herself standing a little down from the longue on Saturday, the nails on her left hand nearly picked clean off of her and her heart in her mouth. She checked the flyer Cassie gave her way back when at least five times this morning, committing the room and the time to memory, leaving no place for error. Cancer Youth Support Group, longue, 2:30pm, Saturday afternoon. Every week. Plus extra sessions during the week.

A voice in her head that doesn’t sound like her tells her to turn tail and go back, make up some story to her mom about changing her mind. That this isn’t her, not what she does and that above all, she can’t do this. She can’t go in there, in front of so many other people, and talk about her stupid insecurities and expect them to get it.

But that little voice fades out, overwhelmed by one that does sound like her, that tells her that even if she thinks can’t do this, she has to try. That she’s okay. And since the alternative is stewing in her own complicated emotions by herself, she strides up to the door, takes a deep breath, and knocks.

The door is opened by a young-ish woman in a yellow polo shirt, the logo she recognises at the cancer centre on the chest. Her eyes grow wide upon seeing her and Janis shifts on her feet. Behind her, a dozen or so kids sit in a circle on plastic chairs, like they used to do in elementary school. Melissa is among them, and she gives her a small smile when she sees her. The tightness in her chest eases at that.

“You got room for one more?” Janis asks and the woman nods, all soft smiles and even softer eyes.

“Always,” she says. “Come on in.”

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Comprehensive List of Force Users

Jedi Masters

Hu Aszong

Titles: High General, General, Jedi Master

Bio: A Kel Dor Jedi who has trained several Jedi before his padawan, Aurak’razi. Hu is a thoughtful man, whose lessons are not always what his headstrong padawan wants to hear. His age brought him a lot of patience to put up with a great deal and he often finds that being patient eventually means they will learn. He is not often one for a practical joke, though when the mood strikes him, he can become a menace to whoever chooses to enter the same room as him. Hu specializes in healing through the force which makes him perfect for dealing with headstrong padawans who get hurt a great deal. One of hu’s other padawans was none other than Almenia Costa.

Pavi Bevu Dooku

Titles: High General, General, Jedi Master, Countess of Sereno

Bio: A half Zabrak half Human Jedi Master who, by accident, is a second-generation Jedi Master. Her mother was half Iridonian and half Dathomirian, leading to Pavi getting the traditional Nightbrother Tattoos that were her blood right as an infant. She was apprenticed to Yan Dooku, partially out of Dooku’s guilt for what happened to her mother and partially because he wanted to train her so she could be the best Jedi she could possibly be. She lost both of her arms to an explosion as a padawan and had to relearn how to do most things relating to fighting and day to day actions. She trained Jedi Knights Alana Oreson and Ramirhe Jacora. She primarily teaches lightsaber combat forms to younglings and padawans in the Jedi temple. Pavi is a very centered Jedi who is more likely to have fun than people give her credit for. She spends a great deal of time keeping tabs on Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and the antics he has gotten himself into

Jaan Kuran

Titles: High General, General, Jedi Master

Bio: A Human Jedi Master who ended up taking on Matahd Sa as her third padawan. She is not the first Jedi to pick a fight and tends to be more relaxed when it comes to padawans. She is a fairly calm and relaxed Jedi who is willing to take the time to bring out the best in anyone, no matter how long it takes and no matter how odd it looks.

Arif Bageeh

Titles: High General, General, Jedi Master

Bio: A Mirakula Jedi Master who trained two padawans before Baves Urety. Arif spent much of his time before the clone wars traveling the galaxy to learn more about the force, which included spending several years on Dathomir between his first two padawans, as a result, sometimes when he uses the force it resembles Daothmirian magiks. Arif is very open about his feelings when it comes to his padawans. He is a bit less open about his relationship with fellow Jedi Master, Jaro Tapal, but that is a consequence of his time as a jedi. Even though Arif is blind, as all Mirakula are, he can still see through the force and specializes in force visions. He is a talented fighter who uses a dual bladed green lightsaber, though due to his relationship with Jaro Tapal, they often switch lightsabers to the point that some of his padawans don’t know which lightsaber is actually his. Arif had an almost eternally optimistic outlook that only shattered when he was around Jaro Tapal, or if his padawan was not present. Over the years he has collected a surprising amount of random skills, including fixing droids, ships, first aid, and how to mix drinks.

Almenia Costa

Titles: High General, General, Jedi Master, Hero of Corellia

Bio: She was a Togruta Jedi master who only trained Matahd Sa as her padawan. She spent much of her time arguing over little things with her padawan though cared deeply about him. She specialized in using shatterpoints in the force during lightsaber combat, and she had hoped that her particular specialization would help her teach Matahd how to let go of other’s emotions. Almenia was very proud of her padawan and was always willing to brag to any Jedi who would listen. She ended up dying over Corellia and left behind a holocron, lightsaber hilt, and robe for her padawan.

Jedi Knights

Alana Oreson

Titles: Jedi Knight

Bio: A half Mirilian half Human Jedi Knight who mostly helps with the younglings. She is a highly skilled healer who does not often go out into fights, finding she can help more in the temple, healing the many Jedi who get hurt during the course of the war. Much like her master, she is very calm and patient, though if the need arises she is a skilled duelist who is not to be trifled with. Alana often lets herself get roped into pranks lead by padawans and younglings against other Jedi Knights. She has considered taking on a padawan several times but never committed.

Ramirhe Jacora

Titles: General, Jedi Knight, Count of Clan Jacora

Bio: A Human who comes from Concordia. His family is a long line of proud mandalorians, and while he has read a great deal about them, he has only been to his home Star System twice. Ramirhe is a headstrong and selfless Jedi who would much rather put himself in danger than anyone else. He lost his left leg as a young knight protecting Senator Alyeil Laygos. Ramirhe, like his master, is a skilled duelist though he finds most of his comfort in a starfighter where it is less likely he will have an issue with his prosthetic leg. He has a mixed relationship with his origins, and he tries not to talk about it. Though his men all know that he is fluent in Mando’a and he does wear some pieces of traditional mandalorian armor as a part of his Jedi robes. Ramirhe ended up marrying Alyeil about three years before the Clone Wars began, and his marriage is pretty well hidden for the most part (though if you ask his Commander it’s as plain as day). He did train one other padawan before taking on Aubewem. His previous padawan barely becoming a Knight 2 years into the Clone Wars.

Ses Hasai

Titles: General, Jedi Knight

Bio: A Mon Calimari Jedi Knight who specializes in underwater combat. Ses is a fairly cheerful Jedi who is often found meditating or swimming if he can find a body of water that will allow him to swim in.

Jedi Padawans

Matahd Sa

Titles: General, Commander, Jedi Padawan, Jedi Knight, Jedi Master, Hero of Corellia, High General of the Rebellion, Vassal of House Organa

Bio: A Togruta Jedi Padawan who was first apprenticed to Almenia Costa, and then to Jaan Kuran. Matahd is too aware of other’s emotions to the point of it being overwhelming. As a youngling, he would sometimes lose focus on himself and see either what was happing to someone he was closed to or what might happen to someone he was close to. He often argued with his master, Almenia Costa about little things that in truth didn’t matter, though he did respect her. At the beginning of the clone wars he watched as his master and most of his men died in a fight over Corellia. He ended up barely winning the fight, though it almost cost him his life. As a result, any of his surviving men stayed in his command and were called the Corellia 200. He tends to be more reserved and he’s less likely to do something without thinking it through. He also refuses to send people into dangerous situations knowing it might get them killed. At some point, he realizes he has a crush on Clone Commander Eagle, though during the war he never admits this. With Jaan Kuran as his master, he was allowed to hop around different battle assignments to go where he was either most needed or to assist some of the Jedi he knows personally, his preference being Obi-Wan Kenobi or Anakin Skywalker. None of the Corellia 200 call him Commander Sa, they all call him General Sa even though he’s tried to get them to stop since he never makes it an order they don’t have to listen to him.

Shiro Isiabill

Titles: Commander, Jedi Padawan, Jedi Knight, Ambassador of Alderaan

Bio: A Human Jedi Padawan apprenticed to Plo Koon. Shiro was apprenticed to Plo Koon after personally traveling to Dorin to meet with his new master. Plo Koon agreed to take him on as his padawan. He seems to have an uncanny ability to find anything beautiful about a planet he goes to so long as he has had some time to sit down and meditate for a few minutes. Shiro isn’t necessarily likely to argue with his master, but he is very likely to question his master’s choices, mostly because he wants to understand why he is doing something. Shiro is a better pilot than he is a duelist, and as a result, he spends a lot of his time learning how to duel better. At some point, he realizes he has feelings for fellow padawan, Aurak’razi, and the two begin a hesitant relationship. This relationship is one that his master likely suspected even if the two never directly addressed the matter.

Aurak’razi

Titles: Commander, Jedi Padawan, Jedi Knight

Bio: A Twi’lek Jedi Padawan apprenticed to Hu Aszong. She is headstrong and is not afraid to voice her opinion when she believes older Jedi are wrong, though mostly this shows up with her arguing over choices her fellow padawan, Matahd Sa, made personally. Aura has a gift for befriending animals and people alike, even if she rarely uses it to her advantage. At some point, she realized that she had feelings for fellow padawan, Shiro Isiabill, and the two began a hesitant relationship.

Sari Nebi Dendup

Titles: Apprentice, Jedi Padawan, Commander, Princess of Onderon, Queen of Onderon

Bio: A Human Jedi Padawan, former Sith Apprentice, apprenticed to Obi-Wan Kenobi. A princess and heir to the throne of Onderon in the Japrael system, she was given to the temple by her parents as a toddler. Two years into her time at the temple, she was kidnapped by the Dark Jedi, Xanatos. As his apprentice, she learned the ways of the dark side and received some sith tattoos on her forehead and cheek. After Anakin Skywalker became a Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan had an encounter with the young Sari and managed to convince her to give up the fight. Obi-Wan talked her down from being a sith and she agreed to become his padawan. Shortly after, Obi-Wan and Sari had another encounter with Xanatos, leading to Obi-Wan getting knocked out. Sari killed her former master, leading to Obi-Wan being disappointed, though not surprised. Sari is primarily closed off and hesitant to trust people, though she does start to make an effort to be more open to the 212th, leading to a friendship with Waxer and Boil.

Baves Urety

Titles: Commander, Jedi Padawan, Jedi Knight, General

Bio: A half Mirilian half Mirakula Jedi Padawan apprenticed to Arif Bageeh. Baves is a fairly optimistic padawan, even if he sometimes stumbles because of his fear. He often feels safest near his master or within arms reach of any clones. He often acts like a little shadow. Given the right encouragement, Baves could be an excellent healer, though he rarely applies this as a skill. In high-pressure situations when he isn’t near someone he finds familiar, he will often panic or drift into an emotional state where he isn’t in full control, and instead of using the force he gets used by it. Most of the time, he spends his free time with Shade, pulling pranks on Commander A’doxx or learning what he can from the clones.

Aubewem

Titles: Commander, Jedi Padawan, Inquisitor

Bio: A Rattataki Jedi Padawan apprenticed to Ramirhe Jacora. She is a talented force user who has made it clear that she wants to learn from her new master. Sometimes she is very impatient and doesn’t often consider the multitude of reasons she might not be allowed to do something, instead she is likely to challenge her master, something he allows because it provides him with an opportunity to turn it into a learning situation. Eventually, Aubewem gets captured by the empire and spends over a decade as an Inquisitor until an encounter with Matahd Sa where he manages to talk her down and get her back to Ramirhe Jacora, where she relearns how to use the light side of the force.

Uneyu Sum

Titles: Commander, Jedi Padawan

Bio: A Nautolan Jedi Padawan apprenticed to Ses Hasai. She is very sweet and would rather spend her time listening to stories that people could tell than learning how to fight. She spends a great deal of time learning how to assess battles in 3-D environments, which includes underwater combat training- her least favorite task.

Other Force Users

Rosahi Tos

Bio: A Cathar who eventually meets Cal Kestis and gets trained by him. Rosahi was adopted by Greez, where they learned not only how to smuggle, but gamble as well. Rosahi’s unique ability to see shatterpoints in any situation makes them a formidable combatant, and often times it won’t even look like they did anything severe to a person.

Shosh’mebe

Titles: Commander

Bio: A Twi’lek who gets adopted by Eagle and Matahd Sa. She gets trained by Mat in both lightsaber combat and how to use the force. She is a skilled lightsaber combatant, who like her adopted father, opts to use two lightsabers in a fight.

Saseli Laygos Jacora

Titles: Countess of Clan Jacora

Bio: A Human Force user and the daughter of Ramirhe Jacora and Senator Alyeil Laygos born a few months after Order 66. Saseli was trained by her father in combat and in use of the force, though she later chooses to walk away from that and becomes the Countess of Clan Jacora House Kryze.

Tavidal Laygos Jacora

Titles: Ambassador of Lothal, Senator of Lothal, Commander

Bio: A Human Force user and the son of Ramirhe Jacora and Senator Alyeil Laygos born two years before the fall of the Republic. Tavidal was also trained in combat by his father, and uses a great deal of force persuasion in politics as he follows in his mother’s footsteps and becomes a senator under the name Tavidal Laygos. He does get involved with the rebellion and briefly is known as Commander Mirhe Jacora.

Jinn Nebi Dendup

Titles: Prince of Onderon, General

Bio: A Human Force User and the son of Queen Sari Nebi Dendup and Boil, born sometime after the fall of the Empire. Jinn ends up getting trained in the force by Aubewem, to his mother’s eternal amusement and dismay. Much like his mother, he is very sure of himself and will often do what he thinks is right, even if he’s not.

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Important Steps To Changing Your Life By Living Your Dreams

Life is a funny thing, but when you understand the “steps to changing” your life and how basic and easy to implement they are, then you will be able to live for yourself and learn how to be happier in life.

Before I begin with my tips below, I suffered from anxiety and depression for a long time and saw lots of therapists, tried different things, EFT, hypnosis, cranial osteopathy, drugs and whatever else you can think of, before I found the true meaning in life.

You see we all need some sort of belief system in our lives. Something that we can believe will make us better, when things go wrong and life turns upside down. Yes I know everything happens for a reason, but sometimes it still leaves a nasty taste in your mouth doesn’t it?

Steps to changing – Photo by Roman Koval from Pexels

My belief system was the law of attraction, because I have always believed that like does attract like and that you can manifest anything into your life, but you also need to have the steps for changing your life in place too. Which means having a plan of what you need to change and set off on a path to change them.

Now change isn’t easy to accept in life, but it is so much better to be in control of change. Rather than get to the point where change is enforced upon you and you have no choice but to go with it.

This is another lesson to be learned in life, is recognizing when a change is needed and doing something about it quickly before things drastically get worse. Nipping things in the bud I believe is the expression and you should always do this if you want to live a fulfilled life.

I don’t care what anyone says, but life is what you make of it. You are in control of your own thoughts and your own destiny and it is ultimately only you that can change things.

Yes it can be damn hard to do sometimes, but by taking care of yourself first and foremost and following goals and a plan in life. Will stand you in better stead than just watching life go by and not doing anything about it.

So I am going to give you my top tips on the steps to changing your life so that you can find happiness along the way and find your purpose.

My Steps To Changing Your Life Quickly And Easily

Step 1 – Understand Your Worth – We all are worthy of living a happy and fulfilled life no matter what anyone says to you. You may not have found your purpose in life yet but you do deserve to be happy.

Step 2 – Get rid of those people who don’t add value to your life – If you spend more time arguing with someone than you do enjoying each others company then you need to do something about it. You need to surround yourself with people who value your worth and that means having friends with like minded thoughts and feelings. Don’t spend time trying to convince people to like you because there are others out there that will love you for who you truly are.

Step 3 – You can have anything you want in life – It doesn’t matter what background you come from or your education. If you want something badly enough you will get it. It is only at desperate times that people tend to do anything about a situation. Don’t let this be you, if you want something put a plan together in life on how you can achieve it. It doesn’t matter how stupid it sounds the universe will show you how you can get it, you just need to make a start in the first place.

Step 3 – Life is hard work – Life is hard work and full of ups and downs which makes it hard to stay consistent in life. One minute you feel great, the next you feel down and helpless. When you learn to understand that these are just thoughts that you are having and you learn to control them, things will change in your life. This isn’t just about being positive, it is a combination of having a purpose in life and using all your mind power to strive towards something, rather than keeping your mind occupied with un-useful negative thoughts which just bring you down. Accept every problem you have in life as being a challenge and you will proactively find a way to resolve them.

Step 4 – Be Consistent – Rome wasn’t built in a day as they say and no matter what you want in life, it takes a little while to get there. So you need to enjoy the journey along the way. Take it step by step and reward yourself at every opportunity you get, when you get one step closer to achieving your dreams.

Step 5 – Dream and dream big – Dream about what your life should look like, feel it, see it, smell it and when you have the drive and commitment to want it badly enough go out there and get it.

Step 6 – Stop any self doubt – We have all been there and told ourselves I can’t do this, what if this happens, what if that happens. So what if it happens, what can be the worse thing that can happen, take every opportunity that comes in your life and go with it. If you make a mistake, don’t regret it, just work out a way to make it better. It is always best to try than live in a life of regret by not doing anything.

Step 7 – Believe you can do anything – Manifestation is an amazing thing and can be used during meditation or moments of clarity to give you the boost you need. When athletes compete in the Olympic Games, they have only one vision on their mind and in their thoughts and that is to win. They can see it, smell it and nothing is going to stop them. Belief is created from inside, don’t listen to criticism from others, unless it is useful of course, believe you can do it and you will be able to.

Step 8 – Set yourself a goal – I want you to do something on this one for me.

Sit down and think about something you want in your life

Spend 30 minutes twice a day thinking about what you want and what your life would look like when you get it. What value would it add, how would you feel when you receive it.

Spend some time writing down how you think you could get it. Explore every option you possibly can.

Spend some more time combining what you want with how you can get it and in a moment of clarity you will see it clearly and the path to get there. It might not come straight away but it will.

Then go out there and take action from your plan and don’t give up until you get it.

Step 9 – Take time out for yourself – In this day and age no one can think straight with the demands of work, kids, partners, debts, facebook, whatsapp and whatever else is going on in your life. So it is really important to turn all the tech off and spend some time in your own thoughts. Now these should not be negative, worrying about bills or doing the ironing or whatever is on your mind. It is time to think about your life and what you can do to change it and make it better.

Step 10 – Take care of your mental health – Mental health is a nightmare and affects us all at some point in life. In my experience the only way you can deal with this is by looking at life and saying okay I am going to do this today, I am going to do this tomorrow to improve my life and keeping your thoughts focused on moving forward. We are all living through the coronavirus currently and a World Pandemic which will change all of our lives in the future. But you can either get eaten up in it or you can look at ways to come out of this and build a better life. Just always keep your thoughts on positive aspects on life and how it will change when you achieve your dreams.

Step 11 – Don’t be scared to ask for help – Most people who are successful in life will take great pride in helping other people out. It is a gift that most know is about the laws of reciprocation and that if you give love, kindness and a helping hand, it will always find it’s way back to you. So seek out others that can give you help and offer you additional steps to changing your life you can build upon too.

Step 12 – Look after yourself – Living for yourself is a really important aspect that some of us don’t quite fathom in life. We are too caring and put others before us but you must think about your own happiness first and foremost. When you are happy and getting what you want in life, then give what you can to others and by doing this you will find the world changes around you.

Step 13 – Make life simple – Follow the rules below to make your life simpler

Set yourself goals and get yourself a purpose in life

Don’t let others affect your mood. They could be having a really bad day, week, month or whatever. Just give them space and they will come back to you.

Stop rushing around. This will just increase your anxiety and everything can wait until tomorrow.

Be kind to other people. Be wary of what you say to others, always deal with others with kindness and then you never have to question yourself about whether you have done or said the right thing.

Learn to apologize when you are in the wrong and mean it. We all do things wrong it is okay and acceptable.

Be critically kind to yourself. Look at ways you can improve, socially and professionally and work on becoming a better version of you

Believe that happiness starts with a smile when you wake up in the morning and follow it through the day and don’t let anything stand in its way.

Stop complaining. We are all guilty of this but complaining does nothing for the soul apart from make us feel bad. Offer good critical advice on things and how they could have done it better.

Have great manners. People will do anything for you if they feel appreciated for it. So pleases and thank you’s are paramount in every day life.

Reward yourself for being awesome. If no one else will pat you on the back then do it yourself.

Stop doing things that people don’t appreciate.

Lower your expectations of others. When you don’t expect anything in the first place, people tend to surprise you more than offend you.

So there you have it. They are my top tips and inspiration on the steps to changing your life and I hope you like them. When I was at my darkest point I put a video series together to help others change their lives too.

It is a daily video to help you become happier and live a better life by following the above tips. I would love for you to check it out at https://changeyourlifeforever.co.uk

In the meantime I wish you all the very best in your life and your future Scott.

Important Steps To Changing Your Life By Living Your Dreams published first on https://changeurlifeforever.blogspot.com/

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you-make-me-wander · 7 years

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Know Better - Chapter 17

Winner by one vote(!), I’ll be updating Know Better weekly from now on. Enjoy :)

Read on AO3, FF, Wattpad or under the cut.

Lydia is lost in between a pile of open books and a handful of notes spread over her coffee table when she hears the lock of her front door being turned. The smile immediately appearing on her lips transforms into a full grin when she spots Stiles by the door with Ariel sitting comfortably on his shoulders, giggling like a lunatic.

She’s never gonna get enough of watching Stiles interact with her daughter.

After being denied a romantic evening (Stiles and his plans be damned!), a rather short breakfast (in which, by short, Lydia means that Ariel was up almost from the moment she heard Stiles walk in the apartment, given Lydia and Stiles little to no time by themselves), and a whole day without him since Stiles stopped by the shop to get a feel of things before going back to work next Monday, Lydia has really missed her boyfriend.

The guilty thought that she should have asked someone to pick up Ariel for her so she could grab a moment alone with her boyfriend swiftly crosses her mind.

She’s a terrible parent.

“Mommy, mommy! Look what Stiles gave me,” Ariel yells, and Lydia takes notice of fresh flowers on her daughter’s little hand. Stiles puts Ariel down safely and the girl runs to the couch to meet Lydia, excitedly showing off her present. “Look! Aren’t they pretty?”

Lydia smells the small bouquet and smiles. “They sure are, hon. Have you thanked Stiles yet?”

“Mmm-hmm,” the girl nods along, fascinated with the flowers. “Can I put them in my bedroom?”

“Sure,” Lydia replies as Stiles closes the front door and she watches as he puts his keys and wallet on the small table closest to the door as if it’s the most normal thing, as if this domesticity is already an intrinsic part of them. God, she’s in deep. “Why don’t you go change and then we can find somewhere to put them, sweetie?”

Ariel darts to her bedroom as soon as Lydia finishes talking, and Stiles is behind her on the couch before Lydia can get up to meet him. “Have a good day?,” Stiles asks, kissing the top of her head.

Lydia pulls him down for a proper kiss. “Yeah. Long, though.”

Stiles takes in the messiness of the coffee table. “Work giving you trouble?”

Lydia doesn’t take her eyes off him as Stiles makes his way around the couch to sit beside her. Where did she ever find a man as good looking as him? “No,” she replies, scooting closer to his side. “Just had a lot to catch up on.”

Stiles drapes an arm over her shoulders lazily, moving a little near as well. “Me too. The shop’s been really busy while I’ve been gone. I have a lot of work awaiting me next week.”

“You can handle it,” she states jovially, kissing his cheek. “And I know how much you’ve been itching to get back to it.�� She had noticed, several times over the weeks when Stiles had stayed over after his injuries, how antsy he would get sometimes without having much to do with all the free time when he couldn’t move.

“I’m sure your dad and Scott have missed you there as well.”

“Yeah.” Stiles can’t really deny how much he’s missed it. He’s relieved to finally be able to go back to work, especially with all the projects that he’s eager to start, more so the ones that Lydia can’t even dream about. “Ariel wants to stop by the shop sometime.”

“Of course. I can pick her up from preschool some time and we can meet you there, go out for dinner perhaps.”

“Or stop by the park. She was thrilled today,” he grins, remembering the little redhead running around with Eric and Charlotte while they played with each other. Stiles had been the designated uncle to pick up some of the kids from preschool and school today, so he’d taken his time with them to visit a small park downtown. The one they usually frequent is bigger, but Stiles is still a little reticent to get behind the wheel after his injuries, so he’d decided to walk the kids instead. Having left Charlotte and Eric with their mothers as they left their shifts, Stiles had strolled through town with Ariel trailing close by, letting the girl delightfully gawk at every other window display that is already advertising the coming Christmas. “We found some flowers on the way, and she liked them so much that I just picked them up for her. They were also gonna be for you but I think she got to attached.”

Lydia loves the warmth that always exudes from him whenever Stiles talks about Ariel. It’s tantalizing, thinking that the more that Lydia gets to know him, the more she wants him. “You spoil her,” she tells him. “You’re the first man to ever give her flowers.”

“Good,” he replies with a soft smile. “She should be treated as if she’s the best because she’s the best. She’s such a good kid, Lydia…”

Her lips are on his before he can grasp what’s happing, a light touch that Lydia doesn’t waste much time to turn into something more. Stiles is the one to put a stop to her advances, surprised at her forward ways when they’re in the middle of the living room, and Ariel could walk in at any time. “What was that for?,” he asks, something in the way that Lydia is looking at him softening his intent to know.

“Nothing. Just… Thank you. For being you.”

“I’m very thankful to be me too,” he replies jokingly, lamely, making Lydia grin.

She’s about to dive in for another kiss when Ariel appears on the hallway, there’s a “Ewww, you’re kissing” followed by a girly giggle, and that’s the end of that.

Friday ends too fast, without any more developments, much to Lydia’s dismay. To make her frustration worse, Stiles insists on spending the night at his house again, and she gets his reasoning of wanting her to rest when she spent all her day reading and he knows how it can tire her. Still, it didn’t mean she’d perk up if other activities were to happen during the evening.

Stiles is resolute to stick to his plan, though.

So come Saturday morning, Lydia is becoming noticeably frustrated. She has never been this worked up over someone, more so when that someone is insistent they wait for the right time. Anticipation can be a great form of foreplay, or of getting blue balls or whatever the female equivalent to it is, but Lydia would much rather he just give in already. She cannot be held accountable should she jump him regardless of the time or place.

As if summoned by her wandering thoughts, Stiles comes in early as usual for breakfast, and Lydia realizes that she’s still not used to the way her hear somersaults in her chest at the sight of him. And what a sight it is…

“Morning, Lyds.”

“Morning,” she says, blowing on her cup of tea. She leans back on the kitchen island as he approaches. “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” he says with a grin and a kiss on her cheek, as if it amuses him that he can appear so unaffected by this tension that keeps building between them.

She needs release, for Christ’s sake. “Well, I didn’t,” she tells him, watching him pick up a mug from the cabinet.

At her words, his hand stills in mid air as he turns to face her again. “Oh. I thought you’d be so tired that you’d doze off the second your head hit your pillow.”

“So did I.” Or not so much. “But I was frustrated.”

At that, he perks up. “Too frustrated?”

“Insanely so,” Lydia replies conversationally, turning to place her mug on the counter top and spread jam on a slice of bread. “Wanted to do a world of things about it,” she teases, and it isn’t at all untrue.

“Like what?” Lydia hears him, and finds that he’s behind her, talking lowly in her ear. “What did you want to do?”

Lydia smirks, preparing another slice of bread for him as well. “Though a lot about just doing it myself. The anticipation is driving me up the wall.”

“Is that so?,” he murmurs, his voice husky, and Lydia fleetly thinks that it’s too hot for early December. His hands grab her hips and pull her the slightest bit to him.

“Yes. A girl’s gotta look out for herself.”

Stiles kisses her neck once, twice, making his way down to where it meets her collarbone. “Patience, Lydia. Just one more day.”

“The clock doesn’t seems like it’s moving,” she complains with a sigh as he continues his ministrations, his hands roaming up her body until they brush her breasts. “Tomorrow is too far away.”

“36 hours. It’s all I ask for.”

“You’re asking for too much,” Lydia whispers, leaning back against him.

Stiles turns her around and cups her cheeks, bringing his lips down on hers softly, but determined to have his way. “We’re celebrating your birthday tomorrow, and I intend to please in more ways then one. But I have plans, and things in motion. So all I’m asking is for the day to celebrate you, and the night will be all ours. I promise.”

“It better be good,” she relents, believing it’ll be nothing short of amazing.

Little does she know that despite having told her she’ll still have to wait a day and a half, he intends on starting to carry his plans right at midnight.

“I’m sorry for not being able to take in Ariel tonight,” Allison tells Stiles regrettably later that day.

Well, that puts a damper on what he had in mind.

Their eyes on the fiery red hair of the four year old that’s running around the McCall’s living room, chasing a just as energized Eric at ten in the evening, Allison tries to continue. “But Claudia…”

It’s not like he didn’t have some… Rather improper plans to follow through with a child in the house, so plan B it’ll have to be now. No other way around it. And he understands the situation Allison is in. “I know, don’t worry about it,” Stiles mumbles, but he can still tell that Allison knew exactly what his plans for Lydia were tonight. “Everything set for tomorrow, though?”

Lydia’s birthday.

God, he can only hope he planned the perfect birthday for someone who’s quickly becoming his whole life.

Allison senses his doubts and squeezes his shoulder comfortingly, a small, kind smile playing on her lips. “She’s gonna love it, Stiles.” His mind seems to quiet a little at her words. “We’re all set. We’ve already called Isaac and your parents to confirm the arrangements, and Scott’s on the phone with Derek right now. We’ll make sure that everything goes according to plan, alright? We’ll meet you at seven.”

“On the dot, alright? Don’t be late. There’s a lot to do.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she smiles. “It’s going to go great.”

Stiles hugs her before leaving. “Thanks, Alli.” Catching Ariel by her waist as she’s passing him by, Stiles holds her to his side. “Sorry, bug. We have to go. You’ll play more with Eric tomorrow. With the others too, okay?” Ariel doesn’t seem too convinced and almost goes to protest, but Stiles is learning that he has some kind of effect on her because the girl always concedes. It’s strange, but in a way makes it feel as though she’s his little girl. He tries not to dwell too much on it. “Say goodbye, and we’ll be off,” he tells her, putting her on the ground again.

While Ariel goes say goodbye to Eric and Scott, Allison approaches and places a hand on his shoulder. What she says is surprising, but also not, and it only seems to add to this pile of emotions and feelings he has for the Martin girls. “You’re really good with her, Stiles. She’s really becoming attached to you. And I’d hazard a guess that you’re becoming attached to her as well, but I can tell that you already are in deep. You’ve fallen for that little girl, haven’t you?” Stiles only nods, silent, his eyes on Ariel the whole time. “Her father… He wasn’t a good person, and she’s never had the kind of influence a male figure would have had in her life. You’re quickly becoming the person she looks up to.” Allison squeezes his shoulder in comfort, knowing that he sometimes wonders how he could have ever cared so deeply, so quickly for a little girl that isn’t his. “Don’t be afraid to give into it. She won’t hesitate to do it either. It’s a beautiful thing.”

Stiles thinks about it the whole ride home, and Allison’s advice only seems to validate all the plans he made for Lydia’s birthday. He can already tell he made the right ones.

Author’s Note: For a little insight on what’s going to happen with little Claudia, for a hidden spoiler on Cora/Isaac’s wedding, for Scallison and Stydia fluff, or truly if you just want to read a flashforward of Know Better, you should go read my Drabble #22 from my Birthday Drabbles Series before I update this weekend. Just a thought :)

Please leave a review, let me know what you think Stiles has planned for Lydia’s birthday ^^

#stydia fanfiction #stydia #martinski #stydia fic #stiles x lydia #my writing

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ridiculousn3sswrites · 7 years

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French

*Lafayette x Reader

*Summary: Reader is failing French and the teacher assigns the actual French guy in class to help her.

*Warnings: None I think, maybe a bit of jealous Laf? Does bad French count?

A/N: Jfc I know Spanish not French why did I do this. I used like three different translators to try to get the French right but sorry in advance if it isn’t. Written by Admin R

You had no idea what was going on, it was like the teacher was speaking a foreign language. And, well, she was. You didn’t know how you managed to make it to French III, especially since you passed your previous French classes without doing any work during class. All you knew was that you needed to start paying attention and pass this year and next, just so you could get that stupid bilinguality stamp on your diploma to show off for colleges. It hadn’t even been your idea, your counselor had forced you onto that path, and now you were paying the price for that. “Mademoiselle (l/n), faites attention,” the teacher spoke, snapping you out of your pity party.

“Uh, oui?” you responded, phrasing it as more of a question since you didn’t know what was going on. There were snickers from throughout the room, making your face heat up as you prayed for the ground to just swallow you whole.

“Ne vous inquiétez pas, je vais m'assurer qu'elle accorde de l'attention,” someone spoke from beside you, their French fluent. You snuck a peek from the corner of your eye, spying Lafayette’s bright smile and somehow perfect bun. Of course it was him, he was the only one in the class that spoke perfect French. He’d moved to New York from France and for some reason was taking French III instead of something else. Not that you wanted him in another class, but he definitely could’ve been learning something more useful.

“Merci, Monsieur Lafayette. Mademoiselle (l/n), see me after class,” the teacher said, tapping her fingers lightly on your desk before walking away. You tried not to openly sigh, knowing the conversation would turn back on your grades. You’d spoken with the Mademoiselle before, her suggesting online programs and workbooks to help with your French, but they never actually helped. You looked down at your notebook, seeing more doodles than actual classwork. You knew that you needed to stop it and try to learn, but how could you follow the lesson when you barely understood half of what the teacher was saying?

When the bell rang, you walked up to the teacher’s desk, waiting as she said goodbye to everyone else. What you hadn’t expected was Lafayette coming up beside you, waiting as well. “So, uh, why?” You asked, slightly uncomfortable with his proximity. You mentally facepalmed, just loving your eloquence.

“The Mademoiselle wished to speak with me, too,” Lafayette replied, taking a small step back when he noticed your discomfort.

“Again, any idea why?” You questioned. You knew why you were here, but you had no idea why she needed to speak with her top student. There was no French you could teach someone from France, and it wasn’t uncommon for Lafayette to actually correct her on some things.

“Probably the same reason as you,” Lafayette said with a shrug. You tilted your head in confusion, not entirely sure what he meant by that. Just as you were going to question him further, the teacher walked up. She began speaking in rapid-fire French with Lafayette, leaving you completely lost once again. Lafayette was smiling and nodding in agreement with whatever she was saying, confusing you even further.

“Hey, uh, I might be in this class but I still don't follow when it's that fast,” you spoke up, rubbing the back of your neck as you fidgeted slightly. It made you nervous, especially since you knew they were talking about you.

“Sorry, (y/n), but I’m not exactly sure how I can further help you. Luckily, Lafayette here has offered to help you,” she told you, motioning to the boy. Lafayette smiled softly at you, easing your nerves slightly. “Maybe you’d benefit from having a personal teacher, not just websites.”

“I mean, that’d be great, but don’t you have like other things to be doing, Laf?” You asked, face growing warm. You liked Lafayette, perhaps a bit more than what was considered friendly, but you weren’t sure how you’d deal with him if the two of you were alone. You were at least ninety-percent sure you would spontaneously combust.

“Non, I’m generally free after school and mes amis will not miss me during lunch,” Lafayette replied, smile growing brighter. “So, would you like the help?”

“Yes, please. Thank you, Mademoiselle, Lafayette. I need to get to my next class,” you said, nodding at the both of them before hurrying out the door. ‘Eliza is gonna freak when I tell her,’ you thought, thinking of your best friend. Even though she hung out with Lafayette’s group often with her boyfriend, she was still excited to hear any news of your little crush. The minute bell rang, making you curse softly as you hurried to your class, avoiding any proctors.

“So, you’re not late today,” Eliza commented as you sat next to her, slightly out of breath.

“Just barely,” you told her with a roll of her eyes. “Hey, has Laf said anything about what’s going on in French when all of you hang out?”

“No, normally he just tells Alex he should’ve taken the class with him. Why? What’s going on?” Eliza asked, leaning towards you eagerly. Damn, you’d had high hopes that she had some sort of information for you.

“Well, apparently him and the teacher made an agreement for him to tutor me,” you told her. By the way her eyes lit up, you weren’t sure if this was better news for her or you.

“That’s great! You and Frenchie can finally get together after this,” Eliza teased.

“Shut up, I barely even talk to him. What makes you think he’s even into me?” you asked with a roll of your eyes. Despite your sarcasm, you were actually curious. Had he talked about you to his friends? What did he say? Were they bad things? Did he find you annoying?

“I mean, he’s called you cute a few times,” Eliza commented nonchalantly, smiling at your reddening face. “And I wouldn’t put it past him to finally make a move, the guys’ve been hyping him up for it for almost a month now.

“You’re kidding, right? Wait, no, don’t answer that. That’d be messed up if you just played with me like that,” you rambled, mind racing as you processed the information. There was no way Lafayette was into you, it just didn’t make sense. He was always so suave around you, never stuttering or giving any indications that he liked you. You, however, turned into a blushing mess, never able to express what you were thinking without embarrassing yourself in one way or another. It didn’t make sense.

“I cross my heart. Last week John warned Laf that if Laf didn’t ask you out soon, or at least flirt with you, he was going to,” Eliza explained, leaning closer so no one would eavesdrop. “And Laf got all serious, saying that John better not. I could’ve sworn Laf was going to deck him.”

“No,” you gasped in disbelief. “There is no way that happened.”

“Hey, don’t believe me. But if John starts flirting with you, don’t be surprised,” Eliza replied with a knowing smile and a shrug.

“Miss Schuyler, Miss (l/n), something you’d like to share with the class?” the teacher asked, crooking a brow.

“No, Mr. Greene. Promise it won’t happen again,” Eliza replied easily while you turned into a tomato once again. Getting called out twice in the same day seriously wasn’t working for you, especially since you didn’t like the attention.

“I expect it won’t,” Mr. Greene said, giving you both a stern look before turning back to his lecture.

“You’re a bad influence,” you jokingly scolded Eliza.

“As if, I was quiet before I met you,” Eliza laughed softly, rolling her eyes. “Blame the counselors, they’re the ones that put us in the same class.”

“My counselor’s also the reason I even need Lafayette to tutor me,” you added, groaning slightly. “Just saying, I wouldn’t mind a bit of flirting from John if it gets Laf to even notice me. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s a bit of a cutie.” Eliza just laughed, earning another pointed look from Mr. Greene. The two of you looked at each other, trying not to laugh even more at that.

A few weeks passed, Lafayette and you meeting up for tutoring every Monday and Wednesday during lunch. You were still struggling, but now you could talk to Lafayette like he was a normal person. “Wait, your real name is Gilbert?” you asked, face scrunching up slightly as you looked over at him.

“You didn’t know that?” Laf asked with a small laugh.

“No, everyone calls you Lafayette so I just kinda assumed!” you argued, smiling slightly. “I mean, with a name like Gilbert, it’s understandable.”

“C'est impoli,” Lafayette replied. “But my name is actually longer, which is why I go by Lafayette.”

“What? Okay, hit me with the entire thing,” you told him, pausing for a second. “That sounded worse than I intended, but what’s your name?”

“Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette,” he said after a bit of hesitation.

“Marie-Joseph Paul what?” You trailed off, struggling to remember the middle parts.

“Seriously, just call me Lafayette,” he laughed it off. “Hey, would you like to come with us later? We’re getting dinner with the Schuylers, and then I’m not sure what Alexander has planned after that.”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun! I’ll just need to call my parents beforehand, but I’m sure they’ll let me go. They trust Eliza a lot for some reason,” you joked, rolling your eyes slightly. “I wonder why she didn’t mention it to me though.”

“To be fair, Alexander didn’t tell me we were doing anything until this morning,” Lafayette replied, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Now, savez-vous ce que nous sommes censés avoir pour la présentation la semaine prochaine?”

“Uh, oui. We’re ordering in a restaurant and need to correct a mistake that’s been made,” you read from your notes. The dialogues were your least favorite part of class, especially since they happened at least once a month. You were fine with memorization, but the pronunciation got you every time.

“Right, do you want to work on it together or just have me write it all out and then practice it?” Lafayette offered. You wanted to have him just write it, but you knew you needed the practice.

“Let’s just work on it together,” you sighed, already knowing that you’d probably work on your part the day before it was due. “You’ll help me with the pronunciations and stuff, right?”

“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” Laf asked with a cocked brow.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” you replied. “Now, faisons cela.”

“That’s the spirit,” Lafayette laughed, taking out the assignment and turning to a new page in his notebook.

After lunch, you found yourself unable to focus on anything else other than your plans. Sure, you’d hung out with the Schuylers often, and you’d met the Hamilsquad, as they’d been dubbed, but this was the first time you’d be with them for an extended time period. Once your last two classes finally ended, you were free to freak out in the privacy of your own home. Well, until Eliza showed up at your door with no warning, pulling you to your room to get you ready. “Eliza, why are you freaking out about this more than I am?” You questioned as you watched her tear apart your closet in search of something for you to wear.

“Because this is your first time hanging out with Lafayette outside of French tutoring and you don’t seem to understand how major that is,” Eliza stressed, holding a dress out to you.

“No way, it’s still cold outside,” you said, pushing the dress back towards her. Eliza pouted slightly before going back to your closet, pulling out a (f/c) pullover striped sweater that you thought you had lost.

“This with some jeans and a t-shirt. Bam, instantly better than what you wore to school while still being simple,” Eliza said proudly.

“Rude,” you said, rolling your eyes as you went into the bathroom to change. You tried to ignore Eliza’s smug look when you came out. Sure, she had good taste and seemed to know more than you did about everything, but she could still be a bit much at times.

Alexander had picked up the two of you soon after, driving to a small diner not too far from the school. When you walked in, you saw Angelica, Peggy, and the rest of the guys sitting at a large table near the back of the room. Lafayette perked up when he saw you, waving your small group over to the table. You didn’t see the small look that Eliza and Alexander shared behind you, nor the one that John shared with Hercules. “(y/n)! You made it, mon ami!” Lafayette said, standing up and hugging you as you approached.

“Eliza showed up at my house, so I doubt she would’ve let me skip out anyways,” you laughed. Lafayette pulled out a chair for you, right between him and John.

“(y/n), looking as beautiful as ever,” John said with a cheeky smile, winking.

“Thanks, John. How’ve things been?” you asked, trying to ignore your warming face. You hated that you responded like that with any flirting, even if you didn’t like the guy.

“Good, but better now that you’re here,” John replied smoothly. Peggy made a gagging sound from across the table, making you burst into giggles. John continued throughout dinner, flirting steadily and holding your attention for the most part. Lafayette stole your attention back a few times, but John made sure it never lasted for long.

“Alexander, dire à John d'arrêter tout de suite avant de le frapper,” Lafayette practically growled.

“Je vous ai dit que si vous ne l'entendez pas, je le ferais,” John spoke up, talking across you.

“Pouvez vous les gars se calmer?” Alexander asked, eyeing his two friends warily. You looked across to Hercules, hoping he’d provide some form of clarity.

“Don’t look at me, I’m just as confused as you,” Hercules shrugged. “Don’t you take French?”

“Yeah, but I’m not passing,” you told him.

“Ensuite effectuer votre déménagement! Ce n'est pas ma faute vous n'avez pas encore dit!” John stressed to Laf.

“He’s not wrong,” Alexander backed him up. Lafayette just shook his head, huffing slightly.

“Je ne vais pas prendre le risque,” Lafayette told them, turning back to talk to Peggy instead. You and Hercules looked to John, hoping that he’d explain what just happened. Instead, he said nothing and smiled, going back to his flirtations. This continued for maybe ten more minutes before Lafayette hit his palms on the table, standing up and leaving. Everyone looked at each other, stunned into silence before Angelica finally spoke up.

“Someone should go check on him,” she said, looking at everyone.

“I’ll do it,” you told her, standing up. You left the same way as Lafayette, scanning the parking lot before you spotted him sitting on a bench a few feet from the entrance. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Juste parfait,” Lafayette huffed.

“No you’re not, what happened in there with John?” You pushed, sitting beside him, knees almost touching.

“J'aime vraiment vous et John pense qu'il peut juste en piqué et prendre vous. Et il travaillait, il était de vous faire rire et sourire et je veux juste être en mesure de le faire. Vous êtes si beau, et intelligent, et drôle, et parfait, et je ne peux même pas vous dire ceci quand vous serez capable de comprendre,” Lafayette rambled, you only being able to understand bits and pieces.

“Laf, please, in English?” You pleaded, searching his eyes for what you were hoping was there. Lafayette took a breath before starting.

“(Y/n), I like you a lot. And seeing John making you laugh and smile with his flirting, it got to me. I want to be the only one to make you like that, and I didn’t realize how much until tonight. You’re beautiful, and smart, and funny, and just perfect, and I hope I didn’t just ruin everything,” Lafayette said, eyes searching yours for any reaction. You didn’t know how to react. It was everything you hoped for, but you still didn’t know how to process it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Lafayette began rambling.

“Laf,” you cut him off.

“Yes?”

“Shut up and kiss me,” you told him, voice only slightly louder than a whisper. And he did, cupping your face in his hands as he kissed you, slowly at first, but becoming more passionate as it went on. You finally broke the kiss when oxygen became a necessity, Lafayette resting his forehead on yours as he looked into your eyes.

“As cute as this is, you guys need to pay your parts of the check,” Alexander said, breaking you and Laf out of your bubble. Lafayette nodded, standing up and offering you his hand. His fingers intertwined with yours as he lead you back to the table with your friends. You noted John’s large smile and knowing look shared with Eliza.

“Finally!” John cheered when you and Lafayette sat back down. “Hey, no hard feelings, right? I just needed to give you a little push in the right direction, you know?”

“Maybe, but I’ll have to think about it,” Lafayette replied. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, adding in a whisper, “Parce que tu es à moi maintenant.”

#lafayette x reader #hamilton imagine #lafayette imagine

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MTVS Epic Rewatch #161

BTVS 6x11 Gone

Stray thoughts

1) “Gone” is the trademark “Sarah takes a week off and she’s only in a few scenes” episode. Some of these may be memorable, albeit not necessarily good, mostly because they’re other-characters-centric (like Triangle, Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered or The Zeppo) Others are unquestionably bad, like season 4′s Where the Wild Things Are. And yet others fall somewhere in the middle on the quality scale, like The Killer in Me or Gone. As is the case with any Buffy episode, there are some memorable scenes and lines in this episode, and it does advance the plot, especially regarding Buffy’s and Willow’s season arcs. But as a whole, the episode kind of falls flat.

2) Hm, what could the writers be possibly implying by this? Do they mean that magic... is like... I don’t know... a drug, or something? The underlying message is so difficult to read! Why won’t they spell it out for us?

DAWN: But they're just candles! BUFFY: Well, yeah, you know, to you and me they're just candles, but to... witches they're... like bongs.

3) I’m usually a hardcore Dawn defender, but she was acting really childish in the opening scene, throwing a tantrum because Buffy was getting rid of all the magic-related stuff in the house. She was 15 years old, and therefore old enough to understand the gravity of the situation. For Christ’s sake, she had almost died two nights ago because of Willow’s addiction, how could she not get it? I blame the writers for this, though. It was an OOC choice for Dawn, in my opinion. Moreover, they wrote her quite inconsistently in this episode: she’s complaining to Buffy in this first scene, but she’s talking to her normally as sisters do. It doesn’t look like she’s angry at Buffy, you know? And then the next morning she’s all silence-treatment and sullen and sassy?

4) So... the trio actually built an invisibility ray, and we’re supposed to believe they would stay in Sunnydale to become supervillains instead of making millions off their inventions?

5) #buffyswiggivesmethewiggins

6) Buffy was definitely partly responsible for the events that led to Dawn’s getting hurt. She shouldn’t bear the brunt of the blame, though. Yet she does, because that’s who she is. She talks about being too wrapped in her own “dumb life” to notice Willow was going off the rails or to pay Dawn enough attention, but the thing is, there’s nothing dumb about what she was going through. There’s nothing dumb about suffering from depression and PTSD and needing to focus on yourself. How could she take care of anyone when she couldn’t/didn’t want to take care of herself?

7) So, this is what Xander walked into...

If you think Buffy was being harassed, you’re not reading the room right, dude

Also, I need to comment on something and I hope I get my message across right. And I ask you to bear with me. At least twice so far (the “footsie under the rubble” scene, and this one) Buffy had told Spike “no” or to “stop” while her body language suggested otherwise. That’s going to be their dynamics going forward. Buffy says no, but then Spike pushes her a little bit, and she gives in. Time and again, we’ll see different variations of this dynamic. It’s definitely an unhealthy dynamic, one I wouldn’t foster in any relationship. And the right thing to do each time Buffy had said “No” - even if she eventually didn’t really mean it - would have been to back off. But Spike was no gentleman. He might make us forget it sometimes, he might forget it himself quite frequently, but he was a vampire, evil by definition and lacking a moral compass. What happens in Seeing Red is in no way justified by this or their established dynamic, of course. It can’t be justified by anything. But what I’m trying to get to is how Spike’s psyche works and what led him to believe that if he just pushed a little bit more, she would eventually give in as she had done so many times before. The difference between the scene in Seeing Red and all the previous instances before it, a difference that Spike failed to notice because he’s not wired that way and which makes ALL the difference in the world, is that both Buffy’s words and her body language were screaming “No.” There weren’t any half-assed attempts at pushing him away, there weren’t any come-hither “stops” or “nos”. She meant it that time, and that’s all that matters.

8) Spike is ticked when Buffy won’t introduce him even as a friend, but the moment Buffy tells him the lady was from Social Services, he immediately tries to put in a good word for her, and it’s kinda sweet. Although he ends up mucking it up, but at least he tried.

BUFFY: Spike... this nice woman is from Social Services? SPIKE: Oh, right! Uh... hey! Buffy's a great mom. She takes good care of her little sis. Like, when Dawn was hanging out too much in my crypt, Buffy put a right stop to it. MS. KROGER: I'm sorry, did you say- BUFFY: Crib! He said crib. You know kids today and their buggin' street slang.

And he calls her “mom”, which I love.

9) ICONIC I

MS. KROGER: Oh, so you live with another woman. BUFFY: Oh! Oh, it's not a, a gay thing, you know, I mean, well... she's gay, but, but we don't... gay.

10) ICONIC II

Although, isn’t all weed magic weed by definition?

11) Basically, the social service lady’s visit is an everything-than-can-wrong-will-go-wrong nightmare come true.

12) See 7) above...

BUFFY: Why won't you go? SPIKE: I just thought you'd want... BUFFY: Get out of here!

And not only has she kept his lighter, but she’s carrying it around on her...

13) And then Buffy goes all Felicity on her hair (damn I really want to rewatch Felicity! Felicity and Ben forever!)

14) I do love the season 1 reference!

XANDER: Buffy, how did this hap... wait a sec, have you been feeling... ignored lately? INVISIBLE BUFFY: Yeah, ignored. I wish. No, this isn't a Marcie deal.

15) Oh, after talking about this, this scene really feels like the writers were writing the on-set drama into the story! Like Anya wanting to get a haircut just like Buffy’s mirrors Emma wanting to get a haircut just like Sarah’s...

ANYA: You cut your hair? INVISIBLE BUFFY: Oh, yeah! ANYA: Really? How short? INVISIBLE BUFFY: Um, about up to here... well, if you could see my hand, it's kind of above my shoulders. ANYA: Ahh, that sounds so adorable! I was thinking about getting my hair cut before the wed...

16) Buffy basically uses her invisibility to do the silliest, pettiest things, for real. On the one hand, one would think that’s very un-Buffy-like. On the other hand, that’s what any human being would do in her shoes, at least in the moments right after gaining this superpower. Plus, she needed some mindless fun. And it’s pretty much what she did in Earshot, so it’s definitely in-character.

So, here’s a recount of what she did as Invisible Buffy...

1. Channel Lilly Kane as a fashion ghost...

2. Stealing a police cart while crying “ So long, copper!”, therefore channeling Spike, Ripper or both.

3. Fucking with the social services lady in the most annoying ways.

17) I appreciate the reversal of roles the writers did with Buffy/Willow. During the last episode, we’d seen Willow crash and burn and Buffy trying to be the mature one (emphasis on “trying”.) Now, Buffy’s out of control and Willow’s the one trying to rise above the situation by going back to basics. I’ve given Willow a lot of flack for her behavior up until now, but I really love her in this episode. She’s honestly trying, she gets shit done the old-fashioned way, and she overcomes the temptation to use magic. That’s the Willow I love.

18) And then, there’s this scene...

...let’s call it for what it is: dubious consent. Okay?

19) Oh, this statement is going to become a lie so soon...

WARREN: The Slayer got slammed with a big-ass dose of radiation when the gun overloaded. Her cells are mutating at an accelerated rate. Eventually her molecular makeup will start losing its integrity and then ... pfft. ANDREW: But, wouldn't that kill her? WARREN: Well, lemme think. Yeah! JONATHAN: Wait a minute! We're not killing anybody. Especially not Buffy! WARREN: You guys are so immature! We're villains! When are you gonna get that through your thick skulls? JONATHAN: We're not killers, we're crime lords!

20) ICONIC III

So... Xander has just told Spike Buffy’s invisible, and he’s caught Spike having invisible sex, and yet he can’t put two and two together? Plus, she was gasping and moaning and the freaking ear was moving all on its own!! How thick can you be?!

21) I mean, magic withdrawal aside, we can all relate to this moment...

22) It’s only after Buffy meets Dawn and she freaks out about her sister being invisible that Buffy understands this shouldn’t be a laughing matter...

DAWN: Buffy? Where are you? INVISIBLE BUFFY: I'm invisible. Check this out. Wooo, wooo! Unidentified flying pizza, comin' in for a landing.

DAWN: W-what are you talking- INVISIBLE BUFFY: Okay, not the most clever ad lib, but come on! Points for spontaneity. DAWN: Stop it! Just... stop. INVISIBLE BUFFY: Sorry Dawn. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. DAWN: Well, what did you think would happen? You're freaking invisible, Buffy. INVISIBLE BUFFY: I know. Xander and Anya are working on it. Muldering out what happened. DAWN: Well, what about you? Shouldn't you be working on it? INVISIBLE BUFFY: Of course I- DAWN: Do you even care about, about who did this to you, or, or if you're gonna be stuck this way? You're making jokes and flying pizzas. INVISIBLE BUFFY: I don't think that's- DAWN: I can't talk to you like this. I can't see you! How can I talk to you if I can't see you?

23) And Willow solves the case with some good old-fashioned sleuthing and I love her for it!

Of course, she gets kidnapped in the process, but what can you do? You win some, you lose some.

24) And yet again, she figures out they’re trying to kill Buffy with some good old-fashioned science knowledge!

25) Tucker’s brother :)

BUFFY: Who are you?

ANDREW: Andrew. I summoned the flying monkeys that attacked the high school? During the school play, you know?

WARREN: It's Tucker's brother. JONATHAN: Yeah, it's Tucker's brother.

26) This might be my favorite moment in the episode.

BUFFY: Pretty neat, you finding the van. So... how did you manage to... do it exactly? I mean, to locate it? WILLOW: The hard way. The spell-free way. The oh-my-god-my-head's-gonna-fall-off, my-feet-are-killing-me way. I don't know how I got through this day.

BUFFY: Well, the important thing is that you did. It's a... good first step. WILLOW: How are you doing, post-invisibleness? BUFFY: Okay. I still have to do some damage control from my giddy-fest. Dawn was pretty freaked out. The whole taking-a-vacation-from-me thing didn't work out so well. WILLOW: Tell me about it. BUFFY: Except... when I got Xander's message... you know, that I was... fading away... I actually got scared. WILLOW: Well, yeah. Who wouldn't? BUFFY: Me. I wouldn't. Not too long ago I probably would have welcomed it. But I realized... I'm not saying that I'm doing back-flips about my life, but... I didn't... I don't... wanna die. That's something, right? WILLOW: It's something.

I love the fact that they’re there for each other and that they’re the ones pulling each other through their shit. And they’re quite honest about where they’re at - even if they still have secrets. Both of the made it through the day, and sometimes that’s the biggest accomplishment of them all.

#Buffy the Vampire Slayer #BTVS #Buffy Summers #Willow Rosenberg #Spike #Spuffy #MTVSepicrewatch #BTVSrewatch2015 #Gone #mine #recap #btvsrecap

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