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ihavenocluedude · 4 years ago

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The two awkward fools

Chapter 4. I forgot you call her that!

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott (AOS) x OFC

Chapter 1 2 3

A/N: Hellu, so like.. as I’ve said before I have like a few of these chapter pre-written so I thought I’d just like... drop this one before I finish le Agent Whiskey One shot, honestly wish me luck, I need to figure out how Imma finish that one... might be a long one tbh.

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The repairs had been done just some hour later after Scotty had left.

“I’ll just tell Scotty that everything’s under control and that he doesn’t need to check in.” Jen explained to Max as Jen looked down on her PADD, checking to see that everything was truly done and that she had done everything right, the last checks. Max nodded, it was understandable, totally understandable… But did she want to see Scotty? Of course, they’re now sort of officially friends, did she want to admit that she wanted to see him to Jen and get teased to death in public? No.

While she found a small affection for the man even within probably the first day… That affection had… grown. It had grown, especially during the short time he spent in the medical bay during the repairs. Seeing him care so much for something, seeing him passionate for something he probably does daily? Who doesn’t love passion? And they’d talk! Sure it wasn’t some sort of deep talk but he told her about Scotland, about his home.

Much to Max’s pleasure, Scotty checked in anyway. Max, at first being worried that he hadn’t gotten Jen’s message until her eyes caught his, throwing that worry out the metaphorical window. He had searched the room for her and in doing so, making her breathe slightly more shallowly. And then of course he started walking straight towards her, keeping the eye contact but accidentally stumbling into one of the nurses as he hadn’t taken in his surroundings completely.

“I kno’ that Jen said everything’s fine bu’ I jus’ wanted to stop by anyway…” Scotty smiled at Max, what Max didn’t see however was his slightly antsy body language and his brain trying hard to keep the eye contact and not look away. Whilst Max tried telling herself to look away, don’t make it awkward, but couldn’t look away.

“Yeah of course, uhm… it’s just over here… But you know that…” Max stumbled slightly, chuckling, finally averting her gaze away from Scotty’s eyes and walking towards the repaired equipment. Scotty nodded, inspecting the equipment, just maybe perhaps trying to drag out the moment by taking a really good look.

“Hello there Scotty.” McCoy of course walked over to the two fools that stood by the perfectly fine repaired equipment “I thought Jen said it didn’t need a check in?” McCoy turned his eyes towards Max with a questioning look, as well as a smug smirk playing on his lips. Max’s eyes somewhat widening at his question, McCoy’s expression constantly being in a smug state around the two fools.

“Ach no, bu’ it can’ hurt can it?” Scotty looked up at the CMO, picking up his PADD to really get everything checked. Scotty was afraid that he was being way too transparent, to McCoy? He definitely was, to Max? Not at all.

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“I feel stupid.” Max groaned as she entered her best friend’s quarters, as she had already memorized the code months ago, “Am I stupid?

“You’re not stupid but you are quite foolish, come here El.” Jen chuckled, embracing her best friend in a hug as Max walked over to her. “Why do you feel stupid? Did you say something to him? Did he say something?” Jen rushed through her words, putting her hands on Max’s shoulders and pushing her away so she could see her face, Max’s hands hooking onto Jen’s elbows’ creases.

“Nope… But I mean… Ugh! I just met this man, tell me I’m not being stupid? I haven’t had feelings for anyone since like the academy!” Max groaned remembering the stupid guy she had fallen for years ago. His hair was brown instead of blond but he was still slightly older and quite quirky… and yes also an engineer… of course. “What can I do? Like what are my options?” Max then asked Jen, going back in for a hug from her best friend who had started overthinking it all the second she caught Scotty’s eye contact.

“You can tell him-”

“-No!”

“You could try to get to know him more before you do anything?” Jen then suggested, running her hand over her best friend’s hair, keeping her other arm now locked around Max’s shoulders. They had always been very close with physical contact, Jen was basically the only person Max let that close to her, her thoughts, her heart, herself. It almost felt like a requirement to have someone there for you during the lonesome years in space, even if the ship is flooded with people, you need your number one. The person you could call home. Jen is that person for her.

“I could… I mean I’m… He and I could probably be just friends right?”

“Why are you so determined on keeping him away from you-”

“I’m not!” Max walked away a little from Jen, shaking her head and rubbing her hands over her face, trying to beat the sleepiness that was starting to seep in.

“You are, I know it won’t be some… well some whirlwind-falling in love within just a day or whatever but don’t be afraid to let him in Elfie!” Jen told her quite loudly, gesturing with her hands like she was some sort of mad scientist. “He likes you too, you do know that right?” Jen almost whispered now, stepping towards Max who now stood there, her hands just covering her face as she breathed deeply. But at Jen’s words she let her arms go cross over her torso instead.

“No he doesn’t, we can’t know that. Let’s just let this all be, I’m too tired for this. Let’s go eat and then go sleep.”

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“Scotty you can’t deny this, you like her.”

“Who likes who?”

“Scotty just met Max last week and he’s already falling in love.” McCoy teased the scotsman, Keenser laughing at the teasing as Kirk sat down, joining the three who were eating together.

“-I’m not in love, she’s jus’ very…-She’s simply a friend.” Scotty stammered slightly as he looked at the unconvinced facial expressions of his friends. Keenser nudged his friends in the ribs, shaking his head and went back to eating his- very small meal. Scotty had of course teased Keenser sometimes about being able to eat just one bean and being satisfied, but most times, such as this one, it meant that he dragged out the time of eating that one bean just to sit there with his friends. However at this moment Scotty wished that Keenser would just eat his food so he’d at least have one less person teasing him about his affection for the doctor he’d newly met.

“God- Maxwell, I haven’t seen her in a while, where has she been lately?” Kirk spoke with fondness before shaking his head with a small chuckle.

“Over there, joined at the hip with Ms Rogers as always.” McCoy chuckled, looking over at the two girls who just walked in. Scotty’s eyes may have just may have snapped over to the entrance as he saw the girl he still hadn’t stopped thinking about and was anxious to see again. “And you say she’s just a friend huh? Hope you don’t look at me like that.” McCoy joked as he looked back at his food.

“We should call them over, have them join us. I don’t think I’ve talked to Maxwell since… way too long ago.”

“Do you really not remember your drunken little fight?”

“Our what?” Kirk questioned McCoy before recalling the last time they had been on shore leave a few months ago. Kirk, Max and McCoy had sat down in a bar, drinking way too much too fast and eventually Kirk and Max had found something to fight about; pretty much everything in this god damn universe “-ooh.” Kirk realised that he hadn’t spoken to her since then. “Do you think she’s still… irritated?”

“No it should be fine, the kiddo doesn’t dwell on things.”

“-I forgot you call her that!” Kirk’s laugh could’ve probably been heard from every corner of the canteen, which of course made Scotty’s eyes widen at Kirk, trying to tell him to shut up.

“Look I’ll talk t’ her, I’d talk t’ her everyday if I could but-”

“You can.” McCoy muttered, almost wanting to lock the two crewmembers in some closet or turbolift for a few days and see if they’d eat each other up or eat each other up so he’d finally get some peace from the craziness Max brings around. “It’s not that hard Scotty, visit the medical bay once in a while, make up an excuse for her to come down to the engineering station, I bet she’ll take any excuse. I’ll even help you god damnit.”

“Christ McCoy, calm down.” Kirk chuckled, rolling his eyes at his friends. He missed this sometimes, even when he had it, he missed these moments of laughter at the expense of his friends. Especially when it came down to one of his friends falling in love with another of his friends, however with Maxwell and Scotty, he knew it’d take way too long before they’ll truly show their emotions towards each other. Hence why he and McCoy would have to try and push them together.

A/N - Okay so I’ve already written this on AO3, but like this whole thing about ‘your person’ is so fucking true and I like wrote that weeks ago! Like uni is as I said, kicking my ass. And I’m starting to get hella homesick and just wanting physical affections (hugs pleaaase!). Like I do have friends and such here but damn how I miss my friends and family from back home.

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#simon pegg x reader #Star Trek Fanfiction #star trek aos fanfiction #star trek #montgomery scott x reader #Montgomery Scott x Original female character #Montgomery Scott #scotty x reader #Scotty #My writing

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krreader · 5 years ago

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diamond maknae | no more hiding.

pairing: jeon jeongguk x maknae!reader ; bts x maknae!reader (platonic) fandom: bts warnings: maknae!reader ; eighth member of bts!reader ; language genre: angst ; bit of smut previous: (please check out my ot7 bts masterlist for other diamond maknae content) word count: 2k+

summary: it was only a matter of time before you couldn’t pretend anymore.. and only a matter of time before the rest of your brothers would see it too.

a/n: listen, I know it’s A LOT of requests in one, but it formed a perfect story for this, so I really, really hope you like it, I most certainly enjoyed writing it!!!

You knew this was a bad idea.

When your brothers told you they'd all go out to have dinner together and you stayed back, knowing damn well that Jeongguk had told them he'd stay here as well..

..and you two alone together.. it wouldn't end well.

It didn’t the last time and it wouldn’t this time. Not after what had happened the last time.

The sexual tension that had built between you and him the last few weeks was about to explode at any second now and it was your own fault.

You had asked him to help you with your kissing and now you were the one that couldn't stop thinking about his lips against yours. You couldn't stop thinking about how his tongue tasted and how good his hands felt against your body, and..-

“You're so fucking stupid, (Y/N),” you leaned forward, your elbows on your knees and burying your face in your hands, “Stop having these thoughts.”

But you weren't the only one.

Jeongguk was pacing up and down his bedroom, trying to think of something to say that would make things less awkward between you two.. but there was nothing.

You both fucked up and there was no going back now.

He wanted to do this again as much as you did, your lips were the only thing he could think about these days..

He knew he had to do something. He was afraid that the others might notice the shift you two had in your relationship and he wasn't ready to explain to them why the fuck he had kissed his 'sister' and why he couldn't stop thinking about her.. in other ways, now.

So he pushed open his bedroom door and quickly made his way over to yours, but then he hesitated.

Was this really a good idea? Wouldn't this just make it ten times worse? Probably.. but did he have another choice? He had to try..

His hand was still raised, ready to knock but still considering it, when you had taken the decision out of his hand and opened the door as hastily as he had come here.

“Oh.. hey,” you said with a nervous smile.

Jeongguk gulped down hard, “I put on a movie.. if.. you want to watch it with me,” and with that he turned back around and walked into the living room.

He was hoping that a movie might take both of your minds off things for a little while. And before you ask, he had been selective this time. He had made sure he'd pick a movie that had absolutely zero romance in it, so that neither of you could get any ideas.

But from the way you ran back over to your mirror and made sure you looked okay, this wouldn't be a simple movie night, just like it wasn't the last time.

When you joined him, he was already sitting on the floor, popcorn and potato chips in front of him.

“Didn't know what you wanted, so I got both.”

“I like both,” you smiled, sitting down next to him and pulling your legs to your chest, “Thank you.”

He let out a breath, smiling as well.

And that's just what you did for the next two minutes.

Stare at each other and smile until he was the first to break the eye contact and turn on the movie.

This was off to a bad start already.

The movie was funny, one of the funniest he's ever seen.

In fact, whenever he watched it, no matter how many times he's seen it, he always laughed.

But not this time.

Because goddamn, he couldn't focus for a even just a single second.

He was too occupied in trying not to show you how affected he now was by your presence.

Your smell was driving him nuts, your wonderful shampoo that made the room smell like coconut and faint chocolate, your uneven breathing that made him think he wasn't the only one that was affected by this, your beautiful hands that reached for the popcorn every once in a while, the same hands that he would love to feel against his face again and..-

Jeongguk closed his eyes for a moment and leaned his head back, trying so hard to push these thoughts away.

But you took exactly that moment to turn your head and look at him.

It wasn't good. The kind of thoughts you were having about him right now.

The way his eyes were closed and you were imagining them to be closed for an entirely different reason. The way his lips glistened, you wishing they were wet because you two had kissed before..

You bit down hard on your lip, staring at him for so long that you didn't notice he had opened his eyes again and saw you stare.

And well.. when you did notice..

Neither of you knew who was first, but you had a feeling it was both of you simultaneously. You were drawn to each other like moths to the light. And when your lips finally touched again.. you both moaned. Because you had wanted this ever since the last time this had happened and now that you finally felt each other so close again, it was as if you were finally able to breathe properly again in a long time.

Your hands were cupping Jeongguk's face, his hands brushing up your shirt just enough so that he could hold your warm skin and pull you closer to him, so close that there was no space left between you.

There was no hesitation this time.

He was a little proud, to be honest. He must be a good teacher, because you were kissing like you had done this a million times already and he loved it.

It wasn't a soft kiss, it was a desperate make-out session. One you had been thinking about and yearning for for a while now and it showed.

Jeongguk fell backwards, you on top of him, the movie at this point long forgotten as you laid on top of him.

Your brains began to shut off completely, neither of you caring much anymore about the fact that this was probably super wrong.. but how could it be wrong when it felt so right?

So.. good..

You moaned when his hands wandered to your ass and squeezed once, you instinctively biting down on his lower lip.

You completely lost track of what was going on around you, all you could hear was the sound of Jeongguk's lips against yours and all he could hear was the way you moaned and sighed into the kiss.

But you should have been a little more careful in hindsight.

“You could have come here on your own, you know? I'm not your babysitter,” Yoongi said with annoyance.

“I thought you might want to take a ten minute nap while I search for my wallet,” Jimin chuckled and even Yoongi now couldn't help but smile.

But that faded immediately when the two of them stood in the living room and saw what was going on there.

They were.. shocked.

And that was putting it nicely.

Neither of them could move, they could only watch as you two didn't even notice that you had gotten company. Thankfully you didn't take it any further or this would have been ten times worse.

Jimin was standing there like a stone, while Yoongi was the first to speak up.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

And the second you heard that, you pushed yourself up and away from Jeongguk.

Both of you stared at your older brothers with wide eyes and very swollen lips. And also very bright faces.

“What are you doing?” Jimin said in a low voice, almost scared to hear the answer.

“Please, let me explain,” you started.

“Looks pretty obvious to me,” Yoongi crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking angrily at Jeongguk, “You could screw any girl in this universe and it had to be her, right?”

Despite Jeongguk being family too, Yoongi seemed to be angrier at him than at you.

“It's not like that,” Jeongguk got up from the floor, “It's.. more.”

“How..- When..- When did this start?” Jimin was definitely the good cop.

“It's my fault,” you got up as well, “I asked Jeongguk a while back if he could.. help me. You guys know Minho was my first boyfriend and I had never even kissed anyone before. I didn't want to embarrass myself, so I asked Jeongguk if he could.. teach me.”

“What?!” both Jimin and Yoongi asked, before Yoongi continued, “So is that why you broke up with Minho? Because of Jeongguk?”

“It wasn't fair to him,” you shook your head, “I knew I had messed up when I.. developed feelings,” you were shy about it, but Jeongguk had said that it was more for him too.

You just wished you could have had this conversation in private.

“Do you two even know how weird this is?” Jimin brushed through his hair, “You two were like siblings!”

“But we're not siblings,” Jeongguk quickly added.

“I'm sorry you found out like this,” you lowered your head in shame.

“Yeah, me too. I feel like throwing up now,” Yoongi walked into the bathroom with an even paler face than he usually had.

“How long has this been going on then? I mean.. were you two.. doing anything while..-”

“No!” you both quickly said, before you continued, “This is the second time, I promise. We both were professional while we were with you or anywhere else. We tried to ignore it, both of us but..-”

Jeongguk wrapped his hand around yours and looked at Jimin, “We didn't think this would happen either..”

“Didn't think what would happen?”

You had hoped it was only the two of them and even that was bad enough, but.. well, today wasn't a good day, apparently.

Because suddenly all of Bangtan was standing in the room and you were still looking like two guilty teenagers caught in the act and Jeongguk was still holding your hand tightly.

“What's.. going on?” Namjoon asked carefully.

“I think you want to sit down for this one,” Jimin replied.

And then you came clean.

You finally came clean to all of them.

It was.. mortifying, to put it lightly. But you told them everything and they all listened without interrupting once.

But their faces told you all you needed to know.

They weren't happy about it.

Understandably.

“This isn't going to work,” Namjoon said once you two had said your pieces, “You're working together.. you're supposed to be brother and sister. If the fans find out..-”

“Find out what?” you quickly said, “We don't even know what we are or want either.. I told you guys, tonight was the second time we kissed, we don't know what this is either..”

Taehyung scrunched up his nose at the word kiss.

“This is so weird,” Jin leaned forward, “I can't wrap my mind around it..”

“Me neither,” Hoseok said, “I mean, why couldn't you have just chosen anyone else? This is making things so complicated.”

“You can't choose who you fall in love with, hyung,” Namjoon said, surprising everyone and then looking at you two, “I've always protected the group. I've always protected you two and your interests. So I'm willing to give you a chance. But let me say this.. if you can't keep it professional and make other people suspicious or if you ever do anything in front of us, this will need to end. Because Jimin and Yoongi hyung will be scarred for life by what they saw tonight and I don't want the rest of us to have to live with that too.”

You and Jeongguk both smiled a little and then looked at each other.

You didn't know what the future would hold, you didn't know if this could even work, but.. now you at least had a shot.

Your brothers didn't like it, but they would have to accept it.

Because despite all, they loved you.

And they wanted you two to be happy.

And if happy was Jeongguk for you and you for him.. then so be it.

#bts imagine #bts x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jeongguk x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #jeongguk imagine #bts #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #reader #jeon jeongguk x reader #requests

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kim-inlaw · 4 years ago

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Morning anxiety;

Let's be okay talking about how we feel

Description: I had an anxiety attack first thing in the morning. Here's how it went, where it came from and how im dealing with it. Also mentions of the news and how that has impacted me.

⚠️ warning ⚠️ this will be long !! I hope you like stories/conversations.

Woke up this morning with an anxiety attack. When I have anxiety, I tremble and go into very uncontrollable shaking. (I've experienced these also when I'm not anxious, but rarely, since childhood. The teeth chatter, there are random shivers that jerk the body. Having one first thing in the morning is not pleasant, as it led to a pretty bad stomach ache.

I dont really talk about things like this, but I think talking about mental health should be normalized. Its nothing to be embarrassed about, we all have feelings and feel in diff ways.

Anywho, I woke up from a bad dream. It started off bearable (not so bad) and then something happened.

My dream: me and a few others (all women) were together and I believe we were working for this mysterious guy. It gave really dangerous and criminal vibes. I think we were working on an experiment (I was slacking off ofc and like I can barely tell what it was we were supposed to be doing) Next thing I know,, two big guys were chasing us. I think someone got murdered. They were trying to force us back to work and we refused (cause like its criminal or w.e) and as running i passed a room full of people who were also kept in the building against their will. I heard someone running in front of me shout "forget them, keep running"

Not only was the dream so faced paced and scary but i woke up feeling so bad. Not only was I in danger but I couldn't do anything to help others. I couldn't even give it a second thought.

Interpretation:

I feel that my anxiety and worry for the women in mexico and turkey and the black people in america and just all countries are going thru something rn. And its hard to deal with one situation (as I am black and live in America so the blm affects me) but having to think about the situation in mexico or turkey (as I am also a women), its scary. Scary to think that something like that can and is happening. Questioning, why is it happening? Not being able to do as much as i would like to help.

Parts of me just truly wish I could evaporate every ounce of hate and discrimination towards others in the world. Its honestly pointless to live that way. I can go on and on...

Now there's a lot that could be said about my dream. Truth, i was reading the news before bed (not a good idea at all). I saw posts on twitter about whats going on in México and its going on in Turkey (femicide) and idk i didn't go to sleep with such a peace of mind.

At a time like this, not only is being black a crime but so is being a women and its a global issue. Its always been a global issue and yet we have gone so long pretending it's not or ignoring it as its not our problem. Things like this should bother you no matter where you are!

If you can never see yourself in a position like the women in Turkey or Mexico or the black people in America rn, count yourself lucky/blessed/privileged!

Feelings

I woke up feeling unsafe even though I live in a pretty safe city ... well ny is not safe safe but I've been living here all my life so im well adjusted.

My anxiety was through the roof this morning. My heart and support goes out to everyone struggling, not just with their government but also those struggling with their own personal struggles and mental health.

What I'm did and doing now:

1. Youtube: I find that certain music does not help. Im so used to thinking and listening to music so I decided to watch vlogs on YouTube. Ones with less talking and lots of day to day sounds like cooking or cleaning. These sounds are relaxing and it feels less lonely early in the morning.

Youtubers I like:

Korean Vlogs: plan D, hyonyeo, nyangsoop. ( these are what I watch to calm me down)

Motivational/inspiring: Rowena Tsai, Coffee and Cashmere, thesoulsearch (what i watch when I'm low on energy or need to start something)

Fun personalities: Eric nam, Damon Dominique(if u like france, he can show you what it's like to live there), Connor Franta (fun to watch when bored or looking for new interests! They are really funny)

2. Radio show/ talk shows: Currently I catch myself in Korean hip-hop. After watching a Korean vlog and somewhat falling asleep to it, I woke up more by watching a korean radio talk show hosted by woo wonjae, Music High. Woo wonjae is a korean rapper at AOMG (ya kno Jay Park.?.) His voice is really lovely and I love him a lot cause I feel he has come far and continues to do well. I wont go into details but he deals with mental health struggles as well that i have related to.

Talk shows/ radio shows are great cause you're sitting in on a conversation. Sometimes it feels like you're apart of it. Its simple and takes away a lot of thoughts. Also helps when you feel lonely. Theres laughs and music so the overall atmosphere is warm.

Currently:

I'm still in bed, no walk today. Its a bit rainy and misty out but I actually don't mind. It's very refreshing and soothing.

I will have some tea with a muffin soon and enjoy a book.

I wish you to know, you can always share youre feelings with me. Thank you for reading this, if you did. Feel free to like or reblog or comment. Im happy to hear from you ♡

#honeydewnotes #honeydew: day in the life #college student #mental health #self care #honeydew to self #world issues #anxious #anxitey #feelings #feels #long reads #talk to me #lets talk #real talk

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littleplebe · 5 years ago

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Something Wonderful - Part 7

For @idontgettechnology. I promised you kisses and a manip.

Thanks @mee2themoo for hosting the Marvel Summer Fun And Fluff Fest.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Tony’s party was being held in a room the Hulk normally used for letting off steam. The tower’s state-of-the-art gym was no match for his sheer size and strength, therefore several supply closets, file rooms and unused offices had been cleared on the vacant 40th floor where a Hulk secure room was built, fully equipped with thick, sound proof walls, fight simulations fit for the strongest Avenger, and an advanced audio system in case the big guy was in the mood for some music.

Bruce rarely ever used it, but when he did, he came out looking a lot more at ease than he did going in.

The room was good for parties too, when Tony ended up inviting a lot of people and was unwilling to grant them clearance past the business floors.

It wasn’t that big a room that you’d get lost in if you weren’t careful, but it was big enough for Steve to feel like there was a whole chasm of nothingness between him and Jane, a dark abyss that separated his corner from hers, and the only thing keeping him from falling into it was Tony’s firm, grounding grip on his arm. With each step forward, Jane seemed farther and farther away until it felt like it would take a lifetime to reach her side.

Somewhere, it occurred to him that it had taken him a lifetime to get to this point where he could look back and see no regrets. Maybe that’s what she symbolized for him, something to look forward to.

The thought made him walk faster, causing Tony to let go of his arm. The billionaire’s excitement was infectious, rolling off of him in waves until Steve himself was bubbling with it. He was still afraid Jane wouldn’t recognize him, or if she did, she’d be indifferent toward him, but that didn’t make him want to see her any less. He caught a hint of her voice as they neared and his heart skipped a beat.

“… not looking for anyone, I swear, just being alert.”

She was glancing over her shoulder with furtive eyes, a flute of champagne clutched tightly within her grasp. This close, Steve could see the beads of sweat on her neck, the restlessness in her fingers as they tapped endlessly against the glass in her hand, and the suspicious way she kept casting her eyes about as if searching for something. She didn’t see him stumble to a halt in front of her until Thor issued a greeting in his deep, God-like voice.

“Tony, Steve, I’ve missed you dearly, my friends,” he rumbled, grasping both their hands and setting in motion a chain of events that none of them could have predicted.

It started with Jane having a mini heart attack at the sound of Steve’s name. A loud, halting gasp, like the wind being knocked out of someone, tore out of her as she whipped around and caught sight of him standing before her. A little bit of her drink spilled on her hand as she jumped, and while a startled Thor managed to steady her in time, he wasn’t fast enough to save the flute of champagne she was holding from hurtling toward the floor.

In Steve’s mind, everything happened as if in slow motion. He saw the panic on Jane’s face as she made a wild grab for the falling object, her wide eyes leaving his to focus on its fall. Someone cursed and someone else cried out an unfamiliar name. Darcy. On instinct, Steve felt himself move forward and smoothly snatch the glass out of the air, saving it from certain doom.

“Here,” he murmured, holding it out to a stunned Jane.

She swallowed and took it. “Thanks.”

They held each other’s gazes and Steve knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she recognized him and was as affected by his presence as he was by hers.

After what felt like eternity, she averted her eyes with a shaky sigh and time sped up again. The sounds of the party, of people around them talking and laughing, trickled back into Steve’s consciousness and he remembered where he was. He couldn’t look away from Jane though and wished he could pull her away from the chaos to someplace secluded where they could interact without an audience.

“Are you alright, little one?” Thor asked her in concern at the same time the woman on his other side said, “Jesus, Darcy, what happened?”

“I’m fine. I’ll go clean up,” Jane mumbled, looking down at her champagne drenched hand. Her eyes flickered to Steve one last time before she hurried away on unsteady feet.

Steve stared uncomprehendingly after her, his feet frozen in place and mind reeling from what he had just witnessed. This was not how he had imagined this meeting would go.

Tony was practically vibrating beside him, barely able to contain himself. “Whew, I hope she’s okay,” he remarked, sounding entirely too gleeful to be truly concerned for her or anybody else. He was enjoying this situation a little too much and Steve wanted to smack him over the head until he dropped that annoying smug smile from his annoying smug face.

Meanwhile, the woman who had called Jane Darcy turned to Thor and worried, “I should go check on her. I don’t know what happened.”

“Of course, my love,” Thor replied. “But won’t you let me introduce you to the Captain and Tony Stark first? Everyone here has been most eager to make your acquaintance.”

“Yeah, okay.” She met Steve’s eyes with a smile, and something suddenly clicked into place in his brain.

He looked at her, really looked. At the intelligent curve of her mouth, at the way she stood molded to Thor’s side, at all the little details that told him she was a few years older than him and couldn’t have been a student at Culver just a year ago…

Tony had been right. Steve was an idiot.

“Let me guess,” he said, trying and failing to sound calm. “You’re Jane Foster.”

The real Jane Foster nodded, looking bemused by his eagerness. “And you’re Steve Rogers.”

“Yes, I am!” And without warning, Steve stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

She squeaked in surprise and braced her hands on his waist. “Wha—?”

“It’s great to see you, Dr. Foster,” Steve gushed, pulling away after a brief second. “Really, really great.”

Then he spun around and left in search of Darcy, leaving a baffled trio of people in his wake.

Tony cleared his throat. “Well, that was unexpected.”

---

He found her outside in the empty corridor, leaning with her back against the wall, eyes closed and hand over her heart. It was eerily quiet out there, the insulated walls successfully masking the sounds of the party next door. Every breath he took rang louder than normal and Steve could clearly hear the change in Darcy’s breathing when he situated himself beside her, close enough to feel the heat of her body but not enough that their shoulders brushed.

She didn’t open her eyes, so he took a moment to just drink her in, feeling all of his tension from earlier melt away with one long, shuddering exhale. She hadn’t changed much but his memory had failed to do her justice, he realized. She was more beautiful than she ever was in his dreams. Steve felt like he would have to learn her all over again to draw her better next time.

“Take a picture,” she said suddenly, her lips quirking up as if she knew what he was doing. “It’ll last longer.”

She opened her eyes and rolled her head to look at him, and Steve felt his breath hitch.

“I scared you back there,” he said apologetically, although it had stung when she had fled the party upon seeing him.

“You did,” she agreed, letting the hand on her chest drop to her side, where she proceeded to pick uncomfortably at her dress. “Thor said you were away on a mission. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

Steve nodded. He had returned early and agreed to make a token appearance at the party on Tony’s insistence. “But you were still looking for me.”

Jane—no, Darcy opened her mouth and closed it, looking none too happy about being caught. When she pointedly refused to neither confirm nor deny his statement, Steve smothered a pleased smile. “So, you know who I am.”

She gave him a look. “Everyone knows who you are.”

“Not everyone.”

“Everyone at this party does.”

Steve grimaced and scuffed the toe of his shoe over the concrete, feeling a flush climb up his cheeks. “I guess the tabloid frequenters do,” he finally acceded, hating the way it sounded. He caught the amused look on her face and rolled his eyes. “How did you find out?”

“Switched on the news channel one day and saw you fighting aliens.” Her fingers kept plucking absently at her dress and Steve’s eyes dipped to study her posture. It was stiff and awkward, and her right foot tapped restlessly against the floor. She was throwing off nervous energy in waves. “If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have been able to recognize you.” She met his eyes but didn’t hold them for long. “Felt a little stupid, to be honest.”

“Why?” Steve placed a steady hand over her fidgety one and watched her suck in a sharp breath. “Do I make you nervous?”

The corners of her mouth twitched up in assent. “A little.”

“Why?” he asked again, perplexed.

She didn’t respond immediately, choosing to direct her attention to their clasped hands instead, a faint smile playing over her lips. Steve looked down as well, marveling at the way her hand almost seemed to get lost in his large one. Her entire being was slight compared to his. He could wrap himself around her and engulf her whole. She looked like she would fit perfectly into him.

Her hand twisted in his grasp and their fingers entwined. She looked up, eyes bright and cheeks lightly flushed. Steve couldn’t have looked away from her if he tried.

“You’re Captain America, Steve,” she explained softly. “Most would say you’re way, way out of my league.”

“That’s crazy and they’re stupid,” Steve disputed immediately, feeling super offended at the mere idea of what she was implying. “We’re very much in each other’s leagues.” If the Captain ruined this for him, he swore to God he would give everything up and become a naked mountain hermit. “I’m still me. You know me,” he insisted.

“I really don’t,” Darcy replied.

“Enough to have kissed me that day before I left,” Steve continued undeterred. It earned him a startled laugh from her. Apparently, she hadn’t expected him to bring up the kiss anytime soon.

Well, tough luck. Steve hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he had followed her out of the party.

“That was different,” Darcy argued, but she was smiling. “You’re really hot.”

“So are you,” Steve shot back, irritated. Couldn’t she see how breathtaking she was?

“But then I realized I made Captain America play a silly game—”

“It wasn’t a silly game.”

“And I feared you wouldn’t remember me—”

Steve wanted to laugh; she couldn’t be further from the truth. “Darcy,” her real name rolled off his tongue with surprising ease, effectively shutting her up. He turned on his feet to face her, squeezed her fingers, and murmured seriously, “I couldn’t forget you if I tried.”

His declaration was met with silence as a dizzying array of emotions flashed across Darcy’s face. She went from skeptical to hopeful to awed to something else entirely that Steve couldn’t quite decipher. Her expression softened and she looked at him in a way that now made him nervous.

“Okay?” he asked, just to make sure she understood.

“Okay,” she whispered, sounding giddy.

“Any other doubts?” His voice dropped as he stepped into her, unable to hold himself back anymore.

Darcy promptly stopped breathing and forgot to reply, her blue eyes trained intently on him, waiting.

Steve blew out a breath. She wanted this. She wanted him. The knowledge was enough to send his heart racing. Feeling rather bolstered by this realization, he brought his free hand up to cup her neck, gently tracing his thumb along her jaw and under her chin until her eyelids grew heavy and she tilted her face up to meet his. Absently, he wondered if she still tasted like monsoon and wild berries. He supposed he was going to find out in a second. Her lips parted, inches away from his, when—

The door leading to the party burst open, blasting a thunderous wave of unwanted noise into the corridor. An unassuming Jane stepped out and jumped when she saw them. “Oh, jeez!” she gasped, becoming flustered as soon as her eyes took in the sight before her. “Oh, crap! I interrupted a moment. Shit, I’m so sorry!”

Startled, Darcy wrenched her hand from Steve’s and he took a small step away from her, feeling heat rise up his cheeks. “Dr. Foster?” he prompted, sounding pained.

“No, no, consider me gone,” Jane said with a hasty step back. “I just wanted to check on Darcy. Sorry, please continue.” She scurried back the way she came, leaving behind an awkward silence.

There was a beat in which Steve glared resentfully at the spot where Jane had stood. Then, Darcy giggled, slapping a hand to her face in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

Steve turned back to her with a sigh and dropped his forehead to her shoulder, mentally cursing his luck. There was only one thing to do, he decided, as his mind weighed several options. Either they stayed where they were and likely be interrupted again, or he whisked Darcy away to a private setting and continued where they left off.

For obvious reasons, the latter sounded more appealing. But she was sliding her hand up his arm, over his shoulder and into the hair at the base of his neck, scratching lightly, and it felt so amazing, so utterly electrifying, that Steve just didn’t want to move.

“Darcy,” he breathed, suppressing a shiver of pleasure. “How long are you here for?”

“Just the weekend,” she replied. And while he wanted her to stay longer, two days were more than enough. For now.

With great effort, he pushed away from her and stated, “We shouldn’t stand here. Will you come to my place with me?”

She hesitated, but only for a second. “Yes.”

---

When Steve had moved into Stark Tower, he had assumed it’d only be for a short time. The location was convenient. S.H.I.E.L.D. offices were nearby, so were the other Avengers. Debriefing sessions lasted long and the paperwork they had to do was extremely thorough. By the end of the day, Steve was too tired to go anywhere else. The tower was being majorly revamped and renovated after the battle of New York, but Tony didn’t mind having a super soldier camped out on his couch, so Steve had decided to hang around until the shock of aliens had worn off and the city was well on its way to rebuilding.

Like him, Bruce too had moved in, setting up shop in one of Tony’s labs, and soon, Thor found his way back to Earth. It was comforting to be surrounded by people who knew what it felt like to be different.

Before he knew it, thoughts of going back to his old Brooklyn apartment bit the dust as Steve quickly became used to living in the tower. Tony, in his over-the-top generosity, presented him with an entire floor, to do with it as he pleased. And although his lavish new lifestyle filled with undeserved luxuries discomfited him in more ways than one, Steve appreciated the privacy his personal floor afforded him. No one but the Avengers, their Head of Security, and Pepper Potts had access to it.

Which is why the sight of an unfamiliar suitcase sitting suspiciously outside his door caught him unaware.

He glanced at Darcy, who was silently admiring the framed paintings hanging along the hallway, smiling every now and then when she recognized one. “Oh wow, that’s not a very good replica, is it?” She chuckled, pointing at fake Mona Lisa. “Look how wide her smirk is.”

Steve’s attention was on the suitcase. They came to a stop before it and he bent down to examine the shady item. He had never seen it before. It was brown in color, and looked and felt perfectly normal. Steve nudged it a bit, wondering if he should pick it up. He couldn’t hear anything ticking or rattling around inside.

Before he could take any drastic measures, like call security to vet the bag, Darcy let out a surprised exclamation.

“Hey, that’s mine!” She took the suitcase from his hands, staring at it in confusion. “How the hell did it get here?”

The moment she claimed it, Steve’s paranoia subsided and he knew whose foul handiwork this was. A thrill shot through him but he mostly felt embarrassed. “Tony,” he explained with a groan. “He knows about us and… well, he must have sent Happy to deliver it here.”

Darcy went red, the meaning behind Stark’s gesture not lost on her. Steve unlocked his door and waited for her to address it but all she said was, “Kind of an ass, isn’t he?” before following him inside—and really, the human heart shouldn’t be able to jump and flip like that. If it leaped any higher, it would lodge in his throat and choke him with anticipation.

“This is where you live?” Darcy whistled as they stepped into a large, sparsely furnished living room. Most of it was vacant but Steve preferred the sitting area anyway. It consisted of a plush leather couch flanked by two comfortable armchairs, a dark oak coffee table, a bookcase neatly stocked with paperbacks, a 52 inch television sitting on a multi-storage TV stand, and a number of nearly dead potted plants sitting on the window sill.

Steve dragged a hand along the back of his neck. “Yeah.” He caught her looking at the plants and explained unnecessarily, “I always forget to water them.”

Darcy chuckled. “I figured.”

“This way.” He felt a bit awkward leading her into his bedroom but there was only one bathroom and it was in there. He told her to use it if she wanted, but she beelined for the bed instead, dropping her suitcase to the floor and perching on the edge of his silk sheets to kick off her heels.

Her feet were pale, as if they hadn’t been getting any blood circulation. “Oh, God, that feels better,” she groaned, massaging them with both hands.

Steve watched her, trying not to feel out of place in his own home. He’d never had a woman in there before and Darcy seemed to fill the place in a way he hadn’t imagined possible. She was physically tiny but her presence all but surrounded and overpowered his, making it feel like they were in her house, not his. It was at once both humbling and arousing.

Unable to decide whether he should join her on the bed or pull up a chair, Steve busied himself unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging it off. “I searched for you,” he said the first thing that popped into his head and Darcy looked up, curious.

“Huh?” She let her feet go and they dangled inches above the floor, still very pale.

“I Googled you,” Steve clarified. “Some time after I came back.”

“You Googled me?” she repeated, arching a brow. “What did you find?”

He shot her a dry look. “Some scientific papers by a Dr. Jane Foster who lives in New Mexico and definitely isn’t you.”

The beginnings of an impish grin bloomed on Darcy’s face. “Oops,” she said unapologetically. “If only you’d known S.H.I.E.L.D. has a file on us… hmm, no, it wouldn’t have mattered as most of the stuff is probably redacted.”

Steve frowned as he rolled up his sleeves and slowly made his way to her. He hadn’t thought of scouring S.H.I.E.L.D.’s database. “You could have told me,” he tried not to sound like he was complaining. “Before I left, you could have told me the truth.”

Darcy looked down. “You didn’t leave me much choice, did you?” she said, making him wince. “Literally jumping outta my window in your haste to get away from me.”

“Yeah. About that…” Steve began.

Darcy shook her head. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” he said quickly. “And I want to.” He swayed uncertainly on the balls of his feet before deciding to just screw it and take a seat beside her. “I was running away when I met you.”

“I know,” Darcy said with a soft smile.

Steve nodded. He hadn’t exactly tried to hide his pain from her. “My life felt like a never-ending nightmare that I was constantly struggling to wake up from. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t breathe, I built a wall around myself to keep everything out because it was too difficult to handle the grief that came with acknowledging what had happened to me.”

“Oh, Steve.” He didn’t have to look at her to hear the sadness in her voice.

“Being with you,” he continued quickly, afraid he would ruin the moment if he stretched this any longer, “even if it was for one night, put a nice big crack in that wall. It was welcome but it also wasn’t. I was confused and scared. So, I did what I thought was best. I made a run for it.”

“Why?”

“I guess,” he swallowed hard, “I guess I felt like I was betraying my old life and everyone in it whom I loved. Like it’d be selfish of me to try and be happy, you know?”

Darcy didn’t respond. Steve knew she didn’t—couldn’t—understand. She never would. Because she hadn’t lived the same life he had. But when he looked up to meet her eyes, he saw himself reflected in them, bright and clear. For a moment, he was all she saw and Steve treasured being the center of her attention. He had stopped trying to make sense of why she meant so much to him and what it was about her that attracted him like a moth to flame. It wasn’t just her beauty. It was something deeper, something inexplicable that had brought her to him again. Fate, maybe.

Steve didn’t believe in soul mates but he’d be willing to make an exception just this once.

“Alright, enough moping,” Darcy said abruptly, and Steve blinked to see her heaving her suitcase onto the bed. “I’ve something to show you.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Close your eyes,” she ordered.

He didn’t think to ask why and obediently closed his eyes. Darcy was rummaging for something in her bag and whatever she pulled out wasn’t anything hard or brittle. It wasn’t food because he couldn’t smell it. It wasn’t made with paper because the sound of it was different. It wasn’t a board game because he couldn’t hear rattling. If he had to guess, he’d say it was something soft… like a piece of clothing. The sound of it whispered through the air, easily captured by his enhanced hearing, and Steve’s heart sped up. Whatever it was, smelled like her. It had to be another dress. And by the sounds of it, she was changing. Right in front of him.

Oh, God. He squeezed his eyelids tighter and imagined a hundred different outfits with a hundred different colors that she’d want to show him.

“Alright,” came her voice at last. “You can look.”

Steve opened his eyes slowly, not wanting to appear too eager. The first thing he noticed was Darcy standing before him with her arms spread wide and a big smile on her face. The second thing he noticed were bare legs. The third thing… well, shit.

“Ta-da!” Darcy exclaimed, proudly showing off a familiar flannel shirt, faded with wear. “I kept it.”

It was the same shirt Steve had left in her possession a year and a half ago, the same shirt she wore in his dreams, always managing to pull a rather visceral reaction out of him whenever he thought of her in it. The same shirt he had expected never to see again. Yet there it was, wrapped around her like a blanket, practically drowning her in its depths.

“This doesn’t mean you can have it back,” Darcy said when he failed to react. His brain had pretty much short circuited the moment he had opened his eyes and laid them on her. “It’s mine now.”

“Is that right?” Steve murmured, sweeping his eyes over her body. The shirt looked well-worn. A couple of buttons over her belly were missing and the fabric was unraveling at the seams.

Something inside him jumped at the sight. Heat sparked in his gut, shooting up his spine like electricity, and Steve acted on impulse. He grabbed a fistful of her shirt and gave it a strong tug. Darcy gasped as she stumbled forward into him, her hands flying to his shoulders for support. She ended up between his knees, head bent over his, and there was no interruption this time as Steve sunk his fingers into her hair and surged up to claim her mouth.

It was a bold move, one that hadn’t afforded her any time to think, but Steve didn’t have to worry about that at all. Darcy responded straight away, parting her lips and sighing into the kiss like she had been waiting for him to do it forever. Her hands climbed up his shoulders to cradle his jaw and she leaned further into him, tipping his head back and stealing his breath away.

It was unlike any kiss he’d ever had. Soft yet intense, innocent yet hot, brief yet infinite. Steve felt like he was losing control with every press of her lips and yet he couldn’t help giving into that feeling. It was amazing and all-encompassing and it made his blood sing. He tightened his grip on her shirt and drew her further in, dragging a breathy moan from the back of her throat. The sound went straight to his core and rippled out into a full-body shudder.

“Wow,” Darcy panted when they broke apart moments later. “I’m sure glad I let Jane talk me into coming here tonight.”

Steve grudgingly relinquished his hold on her and combed his fingers through his hair, smiling fondly. “So am I.” He eyed his—her—shirt and nodded to it. “You look beautiful in it.”

She laughed and hugged it to her body. “No, I don’t. You just like me in your clothes.”

He couldn’t argue with that. She did look beautiful though, even if she didn’t believe it.

“Are you hungry?” he asked her, because if he didn’t change the subject, he’d end up pulling her to him again. “We didn’t stay for dinner, did we?”

“We could go back,” Darcy suggested. “I can put my dress on real quick.”

Steve didn’t like that idea at all. Nobody was putting on any dresses. It was counter-productive to his plans. Not that his plans involved anything untoward. Just a lot of admiring. And kissing, if she allowed.

“I have food here,” he told her, and Darcy grinned knowingly.

“Okay.” She looked around his room as if seeing it for the first time. “Can we eat in here?”

Steve nodded. “Wherever you want. But first,” He patted the spot beside him and waited for her to sit down. “I want to show you something.”

“What is it?” She watched curiously as he bent down and pulled a box of Monopoly from under the bed. “Oh no, Steve. I hate Monopoly.”

“Look inside.” He opened the box to reveal her favorite game.

Darcy gasped. It was an exact replica of Royal Rescue done in water colors. Steve hadn’t planned on showing it to her. But he wanted her to know he didn’t think of it as a silly game. It had saved him from a nightmare once after all.

“Where did you get this?” Darcy asked, staring down at the game board in surprise.

“I made it,” Steve told her shyly. “Natasha played it once and is now obsessed with it. We often stage rescue missions for the perpetually kidnapped princess.” He paused and watched her for her reaction. “Do you like it?”

“You painted this?” Darcy asked with mingled awe and confusion. “Why?”

Steve shrugged. “I couldn’t find it in the stores or online and it led me to assume it must be a family game.”

She nodded. “It is. My gran made it.” She plucked a playing piece from the box and examined it. “You remember the green thing we played on last time? It caught on something sharp and ripped right down the middle.”

“Oh.” Good thing he had painted a new game board. Now he knew what to give her when she left for New Mexico.

“Where did you get these playing pieces?”

“Oh, I nicked them from several different games in Clint’s stash,” Steve replied, eyes twinkling with mischief. “He hasn’t figured it out yet.”

A slow smile spread across Darcy’s face till she was literally beaming with joy. “I can’t believe you did this,” she gushed, sliding the Monopoly box to the side and wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

“I can’t believe you kept my shirt,” Steve retorted, happily hugging her back.

“It’s my shirt.”

“Right.”

She pulled away to smolder at him. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Steve cleared his throat. “And I’m going to allow that, but only ‘cause you asked ni—”

Darcy laughed and tackled him down on the bed, pressing her lips to his in a sound kiss.

Maybe it was just as well that Steve was reborn in the 21st century. It wasn’t as bad as he had feared it’d be.

The End

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Kristoff let his mouth hang agape at the sight he beheld. As he and Anna made their way up the mountain, they came across large icy pikes, each hanging sideways and as sharp as needles. There was no denying it: Elsa had been this way.

Removing his glove, Kristoff placed a bare hand on a nearby spike. It was cold, but still firm, a sign that it was fresh ice. Elsa shouldn’t be too far from here, he thought. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Olaf had managed to pierce his midsection on a short spire, all the while giggling like a child. Anna yanked him off the pike and plopped him back on his wandering legs. At this point, he had seen enough magic to be desensitized by something like this. Sven was at his side, slightly cowering at the jagged ice all around them. Kristoff placed a reassuring hand on his reindeer friend, casually stroking the beast’s fur.

“So, uh,” Kristoff yelled back to Anna, “What’s the plan with Elsa?”

“I’m gonna talk to her,” Anna replied, “We need her back in Arendelle to fix the winter.”

Kristoff shot her a surprised look, “That’s your plan?! Just talk to her?”

“Ok, I haven’t thought about all the details yet, but when we get there, I’m sure something will come to me.”

“I sure hope it does, or we’ll be out of a job,” he muttered to himself. He didn’t show it, but deep down he was slightly scared. If the winter was as bad as Anna had described, it could jeopardize his livelihood. And what was he to do then? Ice was his life, he didn’t know what else he would do...

As they reached the summit, Kristoff stopped abruptly as Anna ran into him.

“Hey! Why’d you stop?!” The princess demanded. Kristoff said nothing as he pointed in front of him. A massive crystalline palace sat perched on the side of the mountain, beautifully fashioned and glistening in the sunlight of the midday. Kristoff was awestruck by the creation before him. The craftsmanship, the attention to detail, the ice. It was almost too much for him to take all at once.

“Now that’s ice!” Kristoff said, “I think I might cry…”

“Go ahead,” Anna replied, taking a few steps forward, “I won’t judge.” Kristoff broke from his trance and scurried after Anna and Olaf up the stairs before them. Sven stayed behind, understanding that these steps wouldn’t hold a fully grown reindeer, not to mention that his tongue was currently stuck on the icy railing.

Kristoff was still enamored by the ice structure around him. He had never seen ice sculpted like this before, nor had he seen it as this pristine aquatic blue before. As the three of them approached the top, they were stopped by two enormous doors of ice. Anna stepped forward and raised her fist, ready to knock on the door, but she hesitated.

“Just knock…” Olaf encouraged, “Go on, knock…” the snowman leaned over to Kristoff, “I don’t think she knows how to kno-”

As Olaf said that, Anna banged on the door thrice. The doors swung inward, catching all of them by surprise.

“Well, that’s a first,” Anna said as she turned to Kristoff, “Uh, you should probably stay here.”

“What?” Kristoff gawked, “Elsa knows me! It’s not like I’m some random stranger.” “I get that, it’s just… this is sort of a family thing, I hope you understand.”

Kristoff could do nothing but scoff in agreement as Olaf began trodding into the building, “So long, Christopher!” he shouted before Anna stopped him.

“Olaf, I need you to stay out here too.” “Aww, why?”

“I need a moment with her, okay? It’ll just be a minute.”

“Oh, okay!”

Anna walked into the building as Olaf took a seat on the stairs and began counting. Kristoff joined the snowman as he propped his head up with his hand. He was secretly praying that Anna could fix this “eternal winter” as she called it, less for his sake, but more for the sake of the other ice harvesters. Unlike Kristoff, a lot of those harvesters had families and loved ones that they supported through the ice harvest. What would happen if all of them lost their jobs? Maybe if Anna could convince Elsa to come back, she could figure something out.

Hopefully… he thought as he tried zoning out Olaf’s constant counting.

XXXXXX

Elsa sat alone in her newly constructed dining room, munching on an apple. She praised herself for grabbing that sack of food before running up here, since she didn’t have much around her for sustenance. As she let the juices of the apple trickle down her throat, she came to realize how… boring life was in isolation. In her haste, she had forgotten to bring something to occupy her time. She tried making ice sculptures to talk to, ice skating, and building a few snowmen, but nothing really staved off boredom for long enough. I really wish I brought a book or something, she thought, taking another bite of the apple and absentmindedly bouncing her foot. She raised her free hand and began making quick gestures onto the table before her. Ice and snow swirled in a miniature flurry upon the icy surface. When it had dissipated, two miniature crystalline figures stood on the table, one which looked like an exact replica of Anna, and the other was in the likeness of Kristoff. She let out a small sigh, slumping over onto the table and allowing the apple to tumble out of her hand. This wasn’t the most ideal situation for her, but it was necessary, for Anna and the rest of Arende-

“Elsa?”

The queen shot up in her seat. Was that… Anna? Elsa picked up the small Anna figure and twirled it around in her hand. With no response, she put it back on the table, shaking her head somberly. Perhaps this isolation was starting to affect her hea-

“El- WOAH!”

Elsa jumped out of her seat. She definitely heard what sounded like Anna’s voice. She hastened out of the dining room and down the icy stairs, unsure of what she would find. Once she reached the bottom of the steps, she hesitantly peeked her head around the corner. In the main entryway of the palace, she saw Anna trying her best not to slip on the icy floor. Just like when we were kids… Elsa thought.

“Anna?” she said coming out to the grand staircase with a warm smile on her face. Anna shot her head up to where Elsa was standing, her eyes wide like saucers.

“Woah, Elsa,” the redhead exclaimed, “You look different! N-not like different in a bad way, in a good way! And this,” she gestured to the palace around her, “just… wow!”

“Thank you. I never knew what I was capable of…”

“Yeah… Look, Elsa, I’m sorry,” Anna started making her way up the stairs, “I had no ide-”

“No no no, it’s okay,” Elsa started backing away, worried she might hurt her sister again, “Y-you don’t have to apologize. I-I think you should go.”

“But I just got here.”

“You belong back home, in Arendelle…”

“So do yo-”

“No, I belong up here. Where I can be alone and not hurt anyone.”

“Yeah, about that…” before Anna could say anything else, she was interrupted by, “Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, SIXTY! HI, I’M OLAF AND I LIKE WARM HUGS!” A snowman bolted through the doors over to where Anna was standing. Elsa wondered whether it was the prolonged isolation or the food that was causing this obvious hallucination. At least, she thought it was a hallucination until Anna put her arm around it. Before she had time to process the talking snowman in her presence, a familiar voice echoed throughout the ice palace.

“Olaf! Wait!” Kristoff dashed through the doors and over to where Anna and Olaf were, “She didn’t mean a literal min...ute?” he looked up, his brown eyes meeting her sapphire ones. His face turned a bright red upon seeing her.

“Kristoff?” She asked.

“Elsa!” he began scratching the back of his head, “Uh, I-I mean, Your Majesty… I had no idea you were-”

Elsa’s eyes went wide. How could she have forgotten to tell him? “Ohmygosh, I’m so sorry I didn’t-”

“It’s fine, really. Anna filled me in on the way up here.”

The queen smiled warmly at the ice harvester and his kindness before turning towards Anna and… Olaf? Why does that name sound familiar?

“Olaf?”

“You remember me, right?” he asked like a small child, “you made me.”

“Just like when we were little, Elsa, remember? We can be like that again.”

Yeah… Elsa thought. Suddenly memories started flooding back. Memories of that awful night…

Catch me!...

It’s too high!... Anna, stop!

ANNA!

Elsa snapped back to reality in an instant, “No.”

“What?” Kristoff and Anna said in unison. Elsa started backing towards the stairs.

“We can’t. Goodbye, Anna.” She ran up the stairs, cradling herself in her arms and attempting to mask her tears. She couldn’t hurt Anna, not again. Unfortunately, Anna wasn’t having any of it.

“You think I’m just going to walk away from you?!” Anna marched up the glass-like stairs, scowling fiercely. Kristoff ran over to her and laid a hand on her shoulder.

“Maybe we should just leave her b-”

“Get. Off. Me.” Anna jerked her body away from the ice harvester as she followed Elsa up the stairs. “You’re being ridiculous, Elsa! I’m not leaving without you.”

Elsa spun around on the stairs, “More ridiculous than marrying a man you just met?” How could Anna not see how dangerous Elsa was? Why wouldn’t she understand that this was for her own good?!

“This again?! At least he cares about me!”

The sisters’ argument echoed throughout the palace. Kristoff gripped his fur jacket tight around him as he felt the temperature drop. It was then the ice harvester made a sudden realization.

When she scared off the wolves, she didn’t do it willingly. She was scared. Her powers, they have to be emotion based. What happens when she’s… oh no! Kristoff ran up the stairs after the two, only to find them at the top still arguing.

“For the last time, Anna. Go. Home.”

“Not without you! We need you back in Arendelle!”

“I’m just trying to protect you!”

“Protect me?! I climbed up this damn mountain by myself to get you back and you want to protect me?!” The two of them were now arguing in the top floor of the palace, with a large ice chandelier hanging above them.

Kristoff tried to intervene as a large blizzard began swirling around the room, “Uh… guys…”

“Enough, Anna. Just go home.”

“I BURIED OUR PARENTS ALONE BECAUSE OF YOU!”

“I SAID ENOUGH!” A powerful blast radiated out of Elsa. Kristoff ducked behind a large ice wall as the energy splashed out to the edges of the room, followed by a small whimper. When Kristoff emerged, he saw Elsa, frozen in place and her hands on her mouth with Anna doubled over, her hair slowly turning from copper to a snowy white. Kristoff ran over to Anna and helped her to her feet. Even through his thick fur gloves, Anna’s skin felt cold to the touch.

“Anna…” Elsa murmured clasping her hands together, “N-no. you need to leave.”

“Elsa, we’re not leaving without you.” Kristoff said. Anna did nothing but glare at her sister.

“Yes, you are.” Elsa conjured magic from her hands and threw it to the ground. In a swirling flurry, a hulking monstrosity arose from the floor, it’s fingers made of icicles. Without a second to react, the icy golem grabbed Anna and Kristoff and carried them out of the room as Elsa turned away from them. Kristoff struggled under the icy clutch of the monster, but to no avail. The only time it released them was when it hurled them out of the palace.

“Go away,” it said in a somewhat somber tone. The two of them landed in a small snow bank just before the stairs. Anna weakly scooped up some snow in her hands and compacted it into a rough sphere shape.

“It’s… n-not nice… to throw people…” she huffed. She raised the snowball over her head and threw it with all her might, only to have it fall right in front of her as she doubled over again, letting out an agonized groan. Kristoff ran over to her, watching as the last of her red hair turned as white as the snow around them. Anna attempted to walk forward as she fell forward, falling into Kristoff’s arms.

“Save your strength,” He said as he picked her up, “You’re in no condition to do anything.”

“B-But your ice business…”

“It’s fine.” He turned to Sven, who was still stuck to the railing. “Hey, pal, can you get her and Olaf to Grandpabbie?” As if on queue, the parts of Olaf came hurling at them from the palace, sticking to a rock nearby.

“Woah, now that’s an arm!” the snowman’s head exclaimed, “Watch out!”

The snowman’s torso came flying at them, narrowly missing Kristoff entirely.

“Y-you’re not coming?” Anna started shivering in his arms.

“I’ll try to get Elsa to come back, Grandpabbie will know what to do about this magic.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’ve seen him do it before.”

Olaf put himself together and helped Sven get his tongue off of the railing. Kristof gingerly placed Anna on the reindeer’s back as the snowman leaped onto the beast at the same time.

“Make it fast, Sven. GO!”

Sven bolted down the mountain path, disappearing from sight in mere minutes. Kristoff let out a small sigh as he fished out his climbing gear from his satchel. He knew that thing was still in the front entrance, so there was only one way into the palace at this point. He walked up the side of the mountain, tied his rope around the handle of his pickaxe, and with all of his might, hurled the axe to the balcony, hooking it onto the railing. Giving the rope a secure tug, Kristoff approached the gorge between him and the palace. There was a few hundred feet between him and the ground, so he knew that if the rope failed, he’d be dead for sure. I’ve got to do this, for Anna and the others, he thought. With no hesitation, Kristoff leaped off of the mountainside with as much force as he could muster.

XXXXXX

“Keep it together… j-just don’t panic,” Elsa murmured to herself as she paced the floor. She came up here to avoid hurting Anna, and now look what happened. How could she so stupid to think this would actually work? No matter where she went, she was a danger, a monster even. “It’s no use…” she whimpered. She slumped back onto the icy wall and buried her head in her arms. “Don’t feel… don’t feel,” she murmured to herself. Suddenly, a loud *CLANK* came from the balcony. Snapping her head up, she noticed a rather large pickaxe wedged between the design of the railing. She stood up and cautiously walked over to the balcony, trying to see what had put that there. As she stepped out to the balcony, she was greeted by Kristoff hurling himself over the side and onto the balcony floor. Elsa looked on in both surprise and horror as he laid there for a few moments, gasping wildly.

“Kristoff!”

“I’m n-never doing that again!” He heaved as he hoisted himself up on the railing. Kristoff steadied himself against the ice, visibly shaking.

“What are you doing here? I told y-”

“Technically you told Anna to leave. I thought I’d try my luck getting you home.”

“W-well you won’t get anywhere. I’m not leaving,” With that, she walked back into the palace closing the door behind her. Kristoff caught the door just before it slammed shut.

“I kinda promised that I’d get you back home. So, uh, I can’t really leave without you…”

“You’re wasting your time. I already told you I can’t go back multiple times,” Elsa started to choke up as she slumped down in front of the large ice wall the mountain man had taken cover behind earlier, “J-just go home, Kristoff. Back to your family. To your wife.”

“Um… what?” Kristoff gave her a confused look.

“You’re not married?”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m not much of a people person,” Kristoff moved to join her, leaning against the icy wall, “Besides, I’ve been alone my entire life. No sense in changing that now.”

“What do you mean?” Kristoff let out a long sigh, “When I was a baby, I was left on the doorstep of an orphanage. I have no idea who my parents were, whether or not they’re still alive, or where they are. For as long as I can remember, It’s just been me and Sven. It wasn’t until one night that we were adopted by the trolls in the valley…”

Elsa shot up, “You mean…?” “The same ones that saved Anna before.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?” “Why didn’t you tell me you were the queen of Arendelle before?”

Elsa let out a small scoff, “Fair point.”

Kristoff continued with his story, “Life after that didn’t go over so well. I was taunted, teased, harassed, everything, just because my only family was a bunch of rocks. Ever since then, I’ve just been more wary of people, always stuck to myself. All I’ve ever really needed was me and Sven.”

“Kristoff I’m so sor-” “This isn’t about me. It’s never been about me. This is about you. Right now, you have something I never had before: A family that loves you enough to run up here and try and bring you home. You shouldn’t throw that away.”

“I-”

“Stop. It’s obvious that she cares about you despite your powers. Anna came up here by herself, I don’t think she needs any more protection.”

“B-but I hurt her… again…”

“You weren’t in the right state of mind,” Kristoff placed a hand on her shoulder, “to be honest, neither of you were, but that’s beside the point. From how she talked about you on the way up here, it’s gonna take a lot more than some ice magic to make her hate you.”

“But what about her? Is she alright?”

“I sent her to Grandpabbie, he’ll know what to do. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

Elsa gave Kristoff a weak smile. She wasn’t sure what possessed him to help her and Anna, but she secretly thanked God for him and his kind deeds. It was at that point that she heard the sound of footsteps outside the palace. Kristoff and Elsa shot up from the floor, both bearing confused looks on their faces.

“Wait here,” he said before stammering, “uh, if you please, Your Majesty.” With that, Kristoff bolted down to the stairs and out of sight.

XXXXXX Kristoff flung the main doors open, slightly confused at the sight before him. A small group of Arendellian soldiers were amassed in front of the steps beside a rather large snow pile. At the head of the group, a red haired man upon a brown steed was giving some kind of order to them, flanked by two mysterious men in red. Kristoff walked down the steps to meet the group, many of which were already staring at him. The man in the front had turned around to see what everyone was distracted by, sporting a confused look on his face as he dismounted his horse. He tread through the snow and met Kristoff at the base of the icy stairs.

“Um… who are you?” He asked in a confused tone.

“Just a local,” Kristoff replied, “the name’s Kristoff. You don’t exactly look like you come from around here, I gotta say.”

“Prince Hans of the Southern Isles,” the man gave him a slight bow,“If you don’t mind me asking, have you seen the princess of Arendelle around these parts?”

Kristoff was taken aback by the question. If he was just here for Anna, why did he need such a sizable force?

“I may have, why?”

“She went up here to get the queen to return, but no one’s heard of her since she left yesterday. I’ve been in charge ever since, but I was worried about her.”

“Wait, you’re her fiancé?”

“So you met her? Is she alright?”

Kristoff let out a small gulp. How was he going to tell him that she was currently dying from magic and being taken care of by the trolls? He’d either be hung or thrown into an asylum.

“I helped her get up here. And, uh…”

“Is she in there?” Hans pointed to the ice palace.

“No. She left a few hours ago. With the queen, I think.”

“You think? You mean to tell me that you helped her up here, without a horse, and just let them go through the wilds without an escort?”

“Is that why you needed a small army, then?”

Hans began to get frustrated, “We weren’t sure of what was up here. You live around here, you should kn-”

“What about these two then?” Kristoff gestured to the two men in red, “They don’t look like they’re from Arendelle.”

Before Hans could retort, one of the red-clad men shot his gaze to the palace, nudging to his friend as they barreled past the prince and the ice harvester. Kristoff rotated his head to see what caused them to run past them in such a fashion. Elsa quickly slammed the doors, revealing herself.

“She left with the queen, hm? Arrest this man!” Hans drew his sword and chased after the two men in red. Two guards came up to Kristoff with their own swords drawn. Before they could do anything, the snow pile soon came to life, revealing the ice monster that threw Kristoff out before. It let out a monstrous roar as the guards started firing crossbow bolts at it. While they were distracted, Kristoff bolted for the palace as Hans stuck back to fight the monster. Bursting through the door, Kristoff was met with the sounds of the two men running up the steps. With no hesitation, he followed suit, his footsteps echoing throughout the palace as it turned a bright yellow.

Reaching the top of the steps, the two men had Elsa cornered with her hands up, crossbows fixed on her position.

“No, please,” she pleaded, her eyes darting between the two men.

One of them fired a bolt right at her head as she brought up a wall of ice to catch it. Kristoff dove towards the other man, knocking him to the ground with a loud thud. The man in red struggled underneath him as Kristoff tried to knock the crossbow out of his hand. After a few blows to the stomach, Kristoff gave the man a swift headbutt, causing him to go limp. Kristoff looked over to Elsa, who had pinned the other man to the wall with a series of jagged ice spikes. She produced a vengeful scowl as she used her magic to edge closer to the man, almost as she wanted to impale him.

“ELSA, NO!” Kristoff yelled. Just then, Hans and the other soldiers appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Queen Elsa!” the prince shouted, “Don’t be the monster they fear you are!”

Elsa paused, allowing the magic to dissipate from her hand. Her scowl faded into a look of horror. Twice she had let her emotions control her, and now look at what happened. Kristoff saw how shaken she was and started to walk over to her. Kristoff’s sight moved to the man on the wall, who was slowly struggling to raise his crossbow towards Elsa. Hans dashed over and attempted to wrestle the weapon out of his hands, accidentally firing a bolt at the rope holding the crystalline fixture up. Kristoff dashed towards Elsa, tackling her out of danger as the fixture fell onto him, knocking him out.

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Quiet Intimacy - C.H.

summary - Friends can sleep in each other’s beds, but friends don’t treat each other like you and Calum do.

word count - 3.9k+

author’s note - slow burn best friends to lovers AU again?? u betcha babey. you know that one cocktail chat where calum’s like ‘oh wassup baby’?? yeah i got inspiration from that. enjoy :-)

warnings - swearing, depressive episode/anxiety attack (it’s mainly just breakdown from stress u kno??), mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of water and (feeling like one is) drowning, fluff + angst

Calum thinks it’s pathetic - the situation he’s in. He’s not one for cliches and yet he’s living one each moment he continues to breathe. I mean truthfully, there’s nothing wrong with it, but he knows how this will complicate things more. Or maybe it won’t but he doubts that because friends shouldn’t think of friends like they are heaven, like they embody light and joy. Friends shouldn’t long to hold the other’s hand and imagine kissing their lips when their smile is so bright that its elegance transcends to you so you’re smiling back at them. Most importantly, friends shouldn’t like each other as more than friends and more as lovers.

“You were in my dream last night,” you admit to Calum. You take a sip from your water.

Calum chokes on his spoonful of cereal. He didn’t expect those words to come from your mouth. The beating in his chest quickens. He just assumed what he had was unrequited, but with those words, Calum thinks maybe it’s not. Maybe the feelings are mutual. Maybe your heart heard the song his played for you, the sweet melody of a tender affection for the beautiful angel who makes his heart race but also calms it with its kind nature. Once he recovers from his coughing fit, he replies, “Oh yeah, what about?”

You can’t help but admire how natural it is having Calum here. Your heart flutters at the domesticity. This is what people aspire for. They want something simple, something compassionate, something warm, and something enduring. You swallow another mouthful. “It’s not like anything weird, so chill.”

“Last time you told me about your dream that you said wasn’t weird was early 1900s themed and you had a pet dragon,” he retorts.

You glare at him and explain, “Well it’s not like that, so shut up and let me talk.” Calum rolls his eyes. “Um, well it was us at Ikea, that furniture store, you know the one --”

“I know what Ikea is (Y/N),” Calum intrudes. You throw a crumpled napkin at him. Calum quickly dodges it and watches the annoyance slowly build in your eyes. You scold, “Hey, I said don’t talk, but anyways we went to Ikea and you know that movie 500 Days of Summer?” Calum nods. “Yeah it was like that. We were exploring Ikea like Summer and Tom did. I thought it was nice and fun and- hey why are you looking at me like that?”

A smirk graces Calum’s lips, but Calum wouldn’t say it’s one. It’s not a smirk, but rather a bashful grin where only one corner of his mouth tilted up, while his eyes gleamed at you with hope and curiosity. The look on his face was a consequence of your earlier confession about him - you had a dream about him, a dream with him where you two went on a date. His innocent questions left you to incomprehensible sentences. “Does someone have a crush on me? Does (Y/N) specifically have a crush me, Calum Hood?”

“What? No. Me liking you? Please, that’s like, um, that’s like-,” you stutter.

“Yeah, okay, sure you don’t,” he chides. “A dream is a wish your heart makes, just saying.”

And his heart wants you. His heart dreams for you.

Calum wonders if you’ve ever considered him as something more than a friend. You probably don’t because this quiet intimacy you two have can be just as platonic as it can be romantic.

It was grocery day, meaning you and him would go to the supermarket to buy whatever foods you thought you were low on stock in your apartment. It was a joke at first for Calum to tag along when you went to the store, but now it feels unnatural if he’s not there. You accustomed to Calum’s commentary on which apple looked better than another, why it’s better to cut your own melons than buy the pre-cut fruit, his hesitance, but he quickly got over that uncomfortable feeling, of waiting in line at the register when you forgot one item and scurried back to the aisles to find it, and most of all, his insistence to always buy at least one box of his favorite cereal. You never do, of course, but he notices that you somehow always have it stocked in your pantry despite all his pleads.

This time around, it felt different. You didn’t want Calum to be there with you. You wanted to grocery shop alone for once. Maybe it was because you had a crap day at work and wanted to indulge in your stash of ice cream, but then you remembered you ate all of it last time Calum came over, so you felt even worse on your way back home. Maybe it was because the elevator broke down and you had to walk up four flights of stairs just to get to your apartment that you felt even snappier and annoyed that day. Maybe it was because you didn’t get a call or email back about your application for another job to quit your current one. Maybe it was a culmination of things that made your body feel like it was slowly walking down the shore of a beach. With each step, the tide pulled you further. The pull of the water was driving you into deep depths to the sea. The further you walked, the harder it was to move your body back to its origin. Your movements stalled as you noticed as a wave begins to form. Your breath quickened in and out of your lungs, because you’ve never been this far out before by yourself; with other people, yes, but alone, no. The wave gained more momentum as it swam to you. Just as it struck down on you, you heard a voice call out your name. Once it hit, the water ran and so did your tears.

You thought you were drowning, that you were done for, that this was the end. You couldn’t breathe and you couldn’t move, but you smelled a hint of musk in the water. Wait, that doesn’t make sense.

It was then you realized you weren’t in the ocean trapped in a current. You opened your eyes to find your body trapped in strong arms. The unknown arms keeper whispered soft reassurances to you in a long hug. Your senses slowly regained when you turned your head up and saw a familiar face.

The dark colored hair, the slight stubble on their chin, the soft cotton shirt, the trace of smoke hidden in the aroma of their cologne, and the beautiful plump pink lips.

Calum whispered again to your hair, “you’re okay. It’s okay. You’re okay. I got you.”

You sighed into his neck. His arms pulled away as he led you back to your front door. He set you down on the sofa as he prepared you a glass of water. He handed you the cup and wouldn’t take it back until you finished all of its contents.

You hated this part, the part where Calum pressed on and on about what’s wrong and what happened to you. You prepared for his splurge of questions, but it never came. Instead he cleared his throat and breathed, “I, um, I saw the list.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Calum grabbed for something in his pocket. “The grocery list. I got your stuff already. Thought I forgot somethin’ here Tuesday and was gonna ask you to look but remembered you gave the spare, so I kinda just came over and saw it,” he admitted. “I know we usually go together, but I had to get some stuff too, so thought mind as well do yours too. Sorry if that’s like a no-no. I won’t do it again.”

A gentle smile drew on your face at Calum’s shy rambles. You stood from the couch and pulled him up. Your arms wrapped around his torso as you mumbled, “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Calum knew he shouldn’t leave you in such a fragile state, but he really needed to get back home and tend to Duke. He mustered the confidence. “I know you just got home, but do you wanna head over to my place? We could just do take out and you can take the guest room if you’re still tired.”

During the drive to his, you couldn’t keep your hands still. The crying session was over, yes, but the stress was still there and you had no release of that. At a red light, Calum reached for one hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, a reassurance that he was there for you and you aren’t alone. He pressed his lips to the back of your hand and rested your entwined hands on your thigh once the traffic light switched to green. As the tires ran to their next destination, Calum’s thumb ran soft and slow laps on your skin.

When you finally reached his house, you didn’t want to let go. If you left the vehicle, then the intimacy that transpired in Calum’s car would also disappear. Those twenty minutes of peace, quiet, and simply being together, like what you had was something more, something more than what you and Calum simply were - friends - would soon fade into a distant memory of a romance that set ablaze for fleeting moments but quickly put out.

Calum turned to you, still holding your hand. He spoke, “Hey, I think we should at least get in before the sun sets, no?”

You exhale loudly. You mumbled, “Okay, yeah. Let’s go.”

You pulled the tab to open the car door, but Calum was already there outside your door. He was breathless. He chuckled before squatting in front of you, still gasping for air. “Can’t let my best girl walk again after those four flights of stairs. Come on, hop on.”

Everything after the piggy back became hazy if someone asked you to describe what happened that day. There was one thing you didn’t expect to find a picture of you asleep on Calum’s chest with his arm around you on his sofa on your phone. You most certainly didn’t expect for Ashton’s text in the group chat to say, “and you two say you aren’t together.”

Calum understands how having feelings for his best friend can either make or break the two of you. That’s why he’s concealed it from you for so long. He only told the boys and he fears they might be the ones that will tell you in a drunken stupor or out of pure accident, but he knows they wouldn’t. They’re his boys and their friendship was always greater than putting one of their love interests at stake over friendship.

Take right now for instance. You’re with the boys, but you’re leaning against Calum as you watch Ashton instruct them how to make some concoction of an alcoholic drink. Michael quickly pours in the alcohol, while Luke steadily pours in some type of chaser - fruit punch, you think it is but you’re not too sure - to mask the putrid taste of vodka.

You whisper into Calum’s ear, “Do they want to die tonight or?”

Calum laughs at your remark. He isn’t even sure why they’re throwing a party. Maybe it’s to celebrate how well received the released singles for their upcoming album have been, but still they usually don’t go all out like this. Calum is about to respond, but before he could speak, Luke shouts, “Grab your cups, lads and non-initiated lad, (Y/N)! Time to drink! Cocktail chats, let’s do this!”

Calum sees Ashton add a paper umbrella and slice of pineapple to two vibrant colored drinks that you’re holding. He sighs before taking the glass from you. “You know you don’t have to drink? Like we, I mean the boys and I, are just doing this for the fans yknow? I’m sure there’s water somewhere.”

You smile at his concern. “It’s okay. I’m not going to drink much after seeing all that vodka Michael poured in and then Ashton snuck in, so I’m good.”

He chuckles at your distaste. You never really were a big drinker like them. They say the gasoline taste goes away, but it’s not true. Well it’s partial true; however, it takes a whole lot of time, and whole lot of other alcohol and maybe something non-alcoholic before the gross liquid becomes semi-palatable.

You don’t know what song on the album they’re at after your fifth drink, so much for not drinking huh. You just know makeshift cocktail in your hand tastes good. You were weary at the start, but once you tasted it, you didn’t seem to mind. Michael even admit that it was actually two parts fruit punch and one part vodka, because they knew they shouldn’t get too hammered while filming. Still, the amount you’ve consumed is far less compared to the boys drank so far.

Noticing a bright glow on your face, Calum approaches you with languid, yet flimsy steps. He nudges your shoulder and you quickly hide your phone in your butt pocket. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little tired, yknow?” you reveal. Your eyes search around the room and you quickly ask, “Do you know where the bathroom is?”

Calum pauses, “I think it’s down that hall and first door on your left. It’s one of the two doors over there if I’m wrong.”

As you venture to the hallway, you hear Calum scold himself. Fuckin’ idiot why didn’t you walk her there?

One of the consequences of alcohol: you have to pee so fucking much. It’s worse than water, because you have to pee like every twenty minutes. You get bloated when you drink too much and god, you hate drinking. You swear you’re done drinking after you wash your hands, but are soon mistaken when Ashton forces two drinks in your hands once you exit. Luke spews nonsense into your ear when you reach the back wall as Calum gets ready to film his part for the song. Luke starts, “You know this was supposed to be band mates exclusive only.” You raise your eyebrows with slight interest at Luke as he rambles. “But we have a soft spot for you.” You give Luke a soft smile to show you’re listening and place the two drinks Ashton gave to you on the side table. You’re an earshot away when Luke mutters “especially Calum,” but you only hear a mumble about Calum and nothing else until Luke’s little spur is interrupted by Ashton yelling at him to grab another drink before he films the next shot. Luke mutters a quick apology before throwing his and another phone into your hands. It’s Calum’s because you see the rocket sticker you put on his case after you bought a batch of 100 stickers off the internet for cheap. His phone goes off from a text and you see that his background is the picture Ashton sent two months ago, the one where you and Calum are snuggled together on his sofa. Your heart flutters at the sight. He’s so loving, so gentle, so kind.

Calum’s voice echoes in the living room and you look up from your spot. He’s trying to explain something, but he’s so giggly that he can’t finish his story properly. It comes in short takes. You slowly sip on your drink as you watch him talk to joyfully about the new music he’s about to release.

“Let me tell you how it went down,” he starts, “they come into our room and we’re like --” He notices you watching and absentmindedly voices his thoughts, “Oh wassup baby?” He shakes his head with a smile. “Don’t put that in,” he laughs. “They come into our room and --”

Everything Calum said after came as white noise. You saw him directly look at you when he said that line. ‘Oh wassup baby?’ And the picture on his lockscreen? You feel as time has slowed and your main focus on Calum transforms into the ikea date again. You’re imagining what it’s like to hold his hand, what it’s like to kiss his cheeks without it being a problem, without Calum’s teasing, what it’s like to fall asleep in his arms and not worry whether you did something disgraceful. Your heart soars at the thought of being in a relationship with him. It’d be wonderful, such a beautiful, wonderful thing.

It’s been an hour and a half since the filming stopped and you’re just lazing on the patio chair admiring the view from Ashton’s house. You hear the screen door open, but don’t bother to check who it is. You assume it’s Calum. “Hey (Y/N), we’re all heading out, but I don’t trust myself with driving so is it cool if we crash here?” You nod at his words, not really listening to what he’s saying. “There’s only two spare rooms and Luke and Michael took the one with two beds so, um, do you wanna share? Or do you want to sleep by yourself? Or-” You continue nodding but not really paying attention. “(Y/N). Hey (Y/N).” His fingers snaps. “Do you want to share a room and sleep?” You stopped nodding when your brain registered ‘room’ and ‘sleep.’

You respond weakly, “Okay, yeah. Let’s go.”

You blink and you’re being lifted in the air. You squeal in Calum’s arms. He chuckles loudly at your antics. “Can’t have my best girl walking in a place she’s never been to. Come on, let me carry you.”

You just plugged in your phone by the time Calum exits the bathroom after showering. You hear his breath hitch when he enters the room. You scrunch your eyebrows. “What do I have something on my face? Oh my god, is there a spider?” Calum quickly shakes his head. “Then why’re you looking at my like that?”

“Like what?” he asks.

“I don’t know. You’re just - ugh,” you groan. “Like that!” You point to his face.

“(Y/N), I swear I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Calum quickly answers.

“Like, like all soft and puppy like. Do you wanna kiss me or somethin’?”

Calum chews on his cheek trying to muffle a laugh, but in his head, it’s going a mile a minute with all his thoughts processing. Do you know about his crush? Did someone tell you? Was it Ashton? No, was it Luke? Calum saw you with him after you used the restroom. Fuck. “Me? Want to kiss you? That’s gross. We’re friends for gods sake. Me wanting to kiss you that’s like, that’s like --”

You unleash a frustrated sigh when you heard ‘gross’ and ‘friends.’ You mutter to yourself, “Wish I could see you as the friend you see me as.”

Calum’s eyebrows furrow. He’s pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to hear that and he’s too nervous to say anything about it.

You get up from your spot and search for extra pillows and blankets. You announce, “I think I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”

Calum is confused. You two have done this before. Maybe not on a bed, but you’ve fallen asleep next to each other. You’ve woken in each other’s arms before and every time you do, it’s pure bliss, to wake up in the confines of someone’s warm embrace, to feel their heartbeat, to watch them gain clarity from a drowsy gaze, to see their sleepy smile. It’s a lovely thing to sleep beside someone.

Calum scurries when he sees you’ve finally found the blankets. He rushes, “Wait, don’t leave. I need to tell you something.”

Your eyebrows raise. “Really? Can’t it wait til tomorrow?”

He can tell you’re drawing a veil over yourself again. Whenever you get uncomfortable, you always pull a disappearing act. You get scared. You panic. Then you flee. That’s how it always goes, but he can’t have you vanish even the slightest when he’s this close, when he has hope that the feelings he has are being reciprocated. He knew that eventually he would answer to his feelings, but he didn’t expect it to come now. The call came too soon and it wasn’t him waiting. It was you on the line.

He rushes, “Yeah. It’s about that one person I told you about a couple months ago. I have updates.”

Calum pats the side of the bed, offering you a seat. Instead of sitting, you lean against the closed bedroom door in front of him. You’re too nervous that if you sit, you might not be able to stand after and free yourself from him. You need to put a distance. You need to put up your guard. You shrug your shoulders as a sign for him to continue with his story.

He licks his lips. His mind is working overdrive trying to say the right words. He can’t articulate things like this on the spot. He stares at the ground trying to formulate coherent sentences. “Um so yeah, they’re a good friend of mine.” You roll your eyes at him. You knew that already. “And they’re just so good to me, yknow? They always have my foods stocked up in their cupboard, which is really sweet. Um I held their hand a few weeks ago and they have really soft hands. Also, they gave me a spare to their place, so I stay over a lot. And god, they always fall asleep on me when I come over to theirs and it’s really refreshing waking up with someone just there, yknow? Like you know how we tend to fall asleep on the couch during movie nights? It’s like that. And god, it feels so great to like your best friend and know they like you back.”

That last line was a bit cheeky, but he can’t help himself when you’ve given him hope.

You, on the other hand, feel your body shut down. The happiness and joy exuded out of Calum and you couldn’t stand it. All hopes of kindling a romance with him is gone. It’s wrong of you to be jealous of Calum’s love life going well, while yours is clearly sinking. You fear that you could be getting replaced and left for nothing. You felt like you were in the ocean again, but this time you could look back. When your body pivoted in the water, you saw no one on the shore calling for you and that’s when you knew you were done for. It was a mistake, but you were already too deep. Your emotions and feelings were smothering you. The water became too chaotic for you to withstand and you’ve never been a good swimmer to begin with. Your chest is starting to hurt because you can’t breathe with all the water surging at you. You feel a tear leak from the corner of your eye but you pretend it didn’t fall in hopes that Calum didn’t see. You somehow muster enough air and fake a smile. “That’s great Calum! When do I get to meet the lucky person?”

Calum parades an awkward smile now. “That’s the funny part.” He scratches the back of his neck, still looking at the ground. “You kind of know them.”

Now you’re confused. You don’t remember meeting any new friends of Calum’s.

Calum gets up from his spot and grabs his phone. “Hear I’ll show you a picture of me and them together.”

Calum hands you his phone and you stare at his lockscreen.

Tears build in your eyes, but they aren’t strong enough withstand the storm in you so they begin to crumble and fall. You don’t know what to say. When you look up to Calum, he sends you a gentle smile. He wipes the loose tears, while his doe eyes shine brightly with the adoration he has for you.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

a/n - thank u for reading :-) feedback is always appreciated !!

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cedarmoons · 6 years ago

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Would ziah and asra get married :oc ? or are the type of couple who dont do marriage but are very comfortable with their relationship? inquiring minds want 2 kno :Oc

“What was marriage like, for your people?” he asks, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing closer against her side. “Not, like—hm, let me try again. What did your people do when they wanted to get married?”

Ziah stares at him, her heart suddenly pounding. “Why do you ask?”

He grabs her wrist, lifts her fingers to his mouth to kiss each one. She can still feel her wetness on his lips. “No reason,” he says, holding her gaze. “Just curious.”

“I see,” she says, slowly, and swallows. “Truly, I do not remember much. I do not recall any weddings of my girlhood—I must have thought them boring.” She sighs and looks up at the clouds painted above their heads. Asra presses a kiss to the naked skin of her shoulder, and she responds by absently carding her fingers through his hair. After a long moment of thought, she says, “I think… cows were involved.”

A laugh stutters out of him, and he grins. “I don’t have any cows. Sorry.”

“No, it was—” She stops herself with a frown, closing her eyes as she tries to remember. “Something about—hmm. I think, and this is no guarantee, I could be confusing this with other customs—I think the proposer had to give up their most valuable possession to another less fortunate than they. It was a way to show that they could care for their beloved even deprived of their most valuable items. Usually this was a healthy cow, or some other livestock. I believe.”

“Huh.” Asra rolls onto his back, tucking one arm underneath his head as he stares up at the ceiling. “Okay, so I give up my most valuable possession—then what?”

Her heart pounds so hard she is dizzy. She rolls onto her side, resting her chin on his shoulder, drawing her fingertip over his chest. She can feel his heartbeat under his skin, a pulse that matches her own with every breath she takes. “Then,” she murmurs, kissing his chest, “assuming the proposal is accepted, you and I must live together for three days, and you take care of my every need. You cook, clean, do whatever I ask of you.”

Asra grins, cheeks dimpling. “Really?”

“No,” Ziah says, and he snorts, leaning over to kiss her brow. Ziah closes her eyes, hiding her face against his body. “I told you I do not remember much.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he promises. “However you need.”

“Sweet…”

“Would we need rings?”

We.

That—that is her breaking point. Ziah shakes her head and sits up, reaching for a blanket on the end and drawing it around her body so he will not see her scars. When she is covered, she turns around, unable to look at him. Her fingers flex in the soft material of the blanket, and she resists the impulse to dress and go downstairs, to avoid him.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” she finally says.

She hears the bed squeak as he sits up, wrapping an arm around her waist. When his bare chest presses against her back, warm through the fabric, she stiffens, breath catching in her throat. He rests his chin on her shoulder, his hand dipping under the blanket edge to press against her stomach.

“I’m saying I wanna marry you,” he murmurs, kissing her temple. “Ziah, daughter of Reyansh and Samiya, I want to marry you. I wanna be yours in every way I can.”

“Marriage would bind us together forever,” she warns, turning her head toward him. The tips of their noses brush; she smells the sweetness of rice pudding on his breath.

“I’ve known you eight years,” he says. “Loved you for six. Forever sounds great to me.”

“I would outlive you,” she tries again, twisting in his arms. She pushes at his shoulders and he goes down easily, his hands running down the tops of her arms to cup her elbows. His touch is electrifying.

“Good,” he says. “Then I don’t have to live without you again.”

A lump wells in her throat, too large to swallow. She straddles his thighs, leaning over him, bracing herself on her hands. Her braid slips down her shoulder, falling onto his chest. Holding her gaze, he winds the length of her braid around his palm, bringing it to his mouth in a kiss. Her breath catches and she sits back on his lower thighs, swallowing hard.

“But I would,” she murmurs. “I would have to watch you grow old.”

Asra stills, watching her in solemn silence. He kisses her braid again, lepidolite eyes never straying from her face, and finally says, “I think you’d have to do that even if we didn’t get married, Mizi.”

Ziah swallows hard. She lifts her hand, brushing her fingertips over the curve of his cheek. He’s right, of course. She has no intention of leaving him, not unless he wishes it; he is her tether to safe harbor. She will not surrender to the ocean’s call upon her soul with him by her side.

After a long minute of silence, she lets the blanket slip from her body and leans forward, kissing him long and slow. Asra sighs, hand tightening in her braid before releasing it to cup her cheek. His other hand rests lightly on her hip, thumb rubbing reassuring circles into the skin that spreads warm awareness through her.

When the kiss ends, Ziah props herself on an elbow, lifting herself just enough to look down at him.

“You are serious,” she says. It comes out as a question, and she wonders if he hears the hope in her voice. “You want—you truly wish to marry me? Asra, it’s for life.”

He looks unconcerned. Relaxed. “Like I said. Forever sounds great to me.”

After a long pause, she says, softly, “Do you… want a ceremony?”

“I just want you,” he says, and she swallows hard.

“Then we are married,” she whispers, placing her hand over his heart. She tucks back her loose hair and dips down to kiss the warm brown skin, feeling his heartbeat against her lips. She looks up. “My love.”

Asra grins and tugs her forward, kissing her. She lets herself melt in his arms, in the heat of his embrace, his arm wrapped around her and his chest under her hands, the feeling of his cheek against her nose. His hand, cradling the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. Hope and devotion. Asra.

She surges forward, too eager in her affections, and Asra falls back onto the bed. He is smiling too hard for a proper kiss; when he pulls away, he rolls them over so he can sit up and look down at her. He reaches out, and Ziah takes his hand, kissing the curve of his palm.

“Asra Reyansh,” he whispers, and laughs, a pfhaha that fills the air and swells in her heart. Oh, she loves him so. “Huh. I like it.”

His grin only widens as he leans down to kiss her once again.

#asra #the arcana #asra x mc #ziah #fic #a handle with care outtake #thank u anon 😘#Anonymous

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sunshinexlollipops · 6 years ago

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How do u feel about the Mary debacle going down rn? U have had kind of an animosity towards her and you’ve written things against her so I’m guessing you’re not a fan of her, but hey!! I just wanted 2 kno how u felt about these posts saying ppl hate Mary unfairly. And w/ ACW r u going 2 represent that or go a dif direction??? Im super curious and I just wanna know if that’s ok! Also this isn’t meant 2 b hateful/assuming btw!!!

Hey, anon!

It’s okay, I didn’t get that vibe from this anon. I know how I’ve spoken of Mary in the past, and how that can be taken, so it’s alright! That, and I have also been clear about kind of where I stand.

I want to make a disclaimer though: I’m purely expressing my views in this post, and it isn’t meant to cause offense in any way! I’m just a chill person and I don’t have any intentions of zeroing in on anyone for any views on this. I promise I’m not trying to attack anyone or cause drama. I’m just answering you, anon, pure and simple.

And if it does seem that way, I apologize, and assure you that isn’t the case! :,)

If you want to ignore this, just scroll on! Otherwise this starts after the Arthur gif!

I’ve mentioned that I personally don’t like Mary, or at least, how things were between her and Arthur.

I don’t loathe the woman in a sense that I wanted her character to suffer, nor be redacted from the story.

Mary was put in there for a reason, and it not only gave further insight to Arthur as a character, but it helped his redemption and story in certain aspects. I respect her for that, and for certain things she did as well.

I would say the issue I did have with Mary is that she isn’t innocent, but that’s obvious— it’s mainly the reasons why she ain’t and how they affect Arthur.

While she isn’t beating Arthur nor putting him in a position in which he’s forced to help her, she does kind of corner him and know he cares for her in a way that can benefit her in her time of need.

That isn’t necessarily a bad thing in the sense of it validates crucifying her, but it’s kind of how Mary goes about it in certain ways. And how she also treats Arthur for it.

I don’t want to go into specific moments or quotes because it’s all just a mess— but I do want to say this: Mary wasn’t perfect to Arthur, just as Arthur wasn’t perfect for her.

That’s the point. None of these characters are necessarily good, or bad. But their flaws are put at the forefront of what you see, because this series is all about recognizing your flaws and trying to do better by them. To be a better person.

Arthur was a man that came with too many problems. Not necessarily with himself as a man, but mainly with the life he led.

He was an outlaw, and he couldn’t give that up easily. But he wanted to, for Mary.

The timing was just never in their favor.

As for Mary, she didn’t want to admit or realize how bad her father is. She criticizes Arthur but remains blind to her father, and does pin Arthur for what he is when what he is benefits her when she asks for his help.

Additionally, to make note of this too: someone mentioned to me her father does mistreat her (he had a line in which he wished her dead or something along those lines), and it’s sad to see how Mary is in denial about all of it. Her father is just a piece of shit and it’s sad to see how she just writes it off while holding Arthur accountable.

I think a lot of people hate Mary the way they do because of how her interactions with Arthur are because of that criticism. It does appear like usage, and certain things she does are manipulative.

And do some people hate mary for being with Arthur/breaking up with him (the first or technically the second time)?

Yes. Of course.

Personally, I can understand why they didn’t work out. I don’t fault Mary for leaving entirely. I just find an issue in her jaded and contradictory stance on Arthur and that she sided with her father’s notions on Arthur despite all of his hypocrisy.

Now. It’s all taken with a grain of salt.

Because it’s understandable they didn’t work out.

How could they have?

They were teens/young adults who were more caught up in love than to see the problems lying within their relationship. Feelings outweighed reality, and it came crashing down when they acknowledged the problems that were keeping them on two sides of the same fence.

She did care about Arthur. She wanted to run with him, and she insured his grave after he died. And Arthur loved her still, falling right back for her and in general, using his final journal entry to write about her first, and how he only wanted her to be happy.

They cared about each other, even if they never got to to about it right.

As for Mary writing Arthur as she did after Guarma— it makes sense, for both sides!

It can be frustrating for a player to see Mary deject Arthur as she did to return the ring, but how could she have known he got shipwrecked on Guarma like we did? There was no possible way for her to, and so it just looked like Arthur abandoned her and their plans.

Arthur promised her he’d be back, and when he didn’t keep that promise — even if he meant to and was kept from fulfilling it — she broke it off.

She just believed what he did the first time, and that was choosing the gang over her as he did years ago. He even chose the gang over immediately leaving with her.

Just as she stayed with her dad when they initially broke up.

Because they both chose their families in the end— either by blood, or by love.

They were ill-fated. And I don’t think Mary should be attacked as much as she is and especially for certain things or in certain ways, but the dislike isn’t unwarranted.

And people can like her too, just the same!

Everyone is allowed their own opinion of her character (not saying anyone insinuated otherwise).

There’s a difference between disliking a character for valid reasons, or hating them for minuscule ones. And the same goes for loving them.

We can argue back and forth for ages but honestly, none of us are entirely in the wrong or right on Mary.

Like I said, it’s what you usually see. People either hate Mary with a passion, or love her with just as much depth. The middle ground here is often a vacant one, at least from what I’ve seen shared.

It’s just how it is. But I think we can all agree that how things ended was what neither of them wanted for each other.

Now— as for “Amidst a Clash of Worlds”!

I DO plan on having Mary in my fic, and as for her portrayal, I will keep her character as close to canon as possible (but I will have to go astray at certain points just since this fic does diverge from canon).

I’m not going to write with a slant with her character (aka portray her purposefully in one light), and I plan on doing her justice as I’ve attempted to with everyone else in my fic. Meaning keeping her true to as we have seen in the game and not completely going my own direction entirely.

As for her interactions with Arthur and the reader, you will see the true extent of this.

I don’t want to spoil the plans I have for their plotline entirely, but it won’t all be “fuck Mary” or “fuck you” with Mary being either attacked or an attacker against the reader.

Granted, there will be tension and other aspects involving it, but I promise, if you are worried, that this fic intends to do so much more with Mary’s character than to go forward with nothing but a sole attempt at villainously portraying her.

Whether that is accepted or not does not bother me, but ACW is not a fic in which I plan to be frivolous or superficial over things like how I feel about a character.

I’m not tossing Mary’s character and her relation to Arthur and his story away because of my own views on her or with the fandom’s views (be it good or bad).

I just want it to be organic and believable. Nothing more!

Hope that answered all your questions, anon! Thanks for the ask!

(Also I didn’t mean any offense to anyone over this post no matter their views on Mary! This is a video game after all and at the end of the day, it’s just how we feel over it! If there is a problem you want to resolve just message or DM me! Otherwise scroll on and just enjoy your day, lol.)

#arthur morgan #mary linton #arthur morgan / mary linton #mary gilis #rdr #rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #anon #anon ask #ask #submission #amidst a clash of worlds

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yumenosakiacademy · 6 years ago

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Cookie Run Ovenbreak Affection Lines Masterpost!

I decided to compile the cookies’ affection lines! Or, well, as many as i could. This list is missing all lines from Pomegranate, Cheesecake, Mint Choco, and Space Doughnut due to me not having them; almost all gift lines; and the chat lines from multiple cookies due to not having the proper friends statuses yet, but I’ll update this w the lines as i gain more affection points!

(if you have any of lines I’m missing, feel free to let me kno what they r so I can add em to this masterpost! thank you! ^^)

[Google docs version of this here!! Easier to read this on there, imo!!]

Rockstar

Hi!

He-ey! Wanna rock?

You want an autograph? Or a selfie?

[thumbs up]

Grateful from the bottom of my big heart!

Aw yeah!

[chat]

I wanna try writing my music with silver ink!

This song’s for all the cookies who got cavities from too much Black Sugar!

I’m the icon of rock music!

I will rock forever!

Blackberry

Hi!

May I assist you with anything?

Greetings. I suggest we get started immediately.

[thumbs up]

I see. Thank you.

I do not deserve such praise.

[chat]

Vanished again? Not surprised.

A melted black sugar crystal can become quite a nuisance.

I can handle it myself. Do not worry.

I’ve heard of crystals as pure as stars in the night sky.

White Choco

Hi!

Right on time!

Every second counts! Shall we begin training?

[thumbs up]

Ha, thanks to my regimen.

Thank you, mon ami!

[chat]

Victory is decided in a single moment! En garde!

My handkerchief is gone! How many is that now?

Glass breaks so easily.

A perfectly wrapped gift is always welcome.

Dark Choco Cookie

Hi!

Darkness... approaches...

Don’t come... any closer...

[thumbs up]

What is the meaning of this...

You... are quite special...

[chat]

I have no need... for grass...

You too... are afraid of me...

I used to have... a dream...

I’ve... always regretted... my past...

Lemon

Hi!

Yeah, hello.

You’re the type who likes to say hello, huh.

[thumbs up]

Sure, I guess.

Really? Wouldn’t know.

[chat]

Playing with a lemon cube is calming.

I’ve been listening to EDM lately.

Breaking out is nothing with electricity on your side.

I don’t know what’ll happen without a lemon cube.

Angel

Hi!

I’ve been waiting for you...

Pleased to meet you...

[thumbs up]

Such a kind person...

These are the kindest words I’ve heard...

[chat]

I like to give blessings... Bless you!

Will I ever learn to fly...?

I wish everyone was always happy...

I don’t like things that can be used as weapons...

Ninja

Hi!

Yes..?

Tss..!

[thumbs up]

Thank you. But my skills are far from perfect.

I deserve no compliments yet!

[chat]

The wind of change is coming...

Remember: every great deed begins with discipline!

I do like things that remind me of the ocean...

I must resist the temptations of treasures...

Pirate

Hi!

Huh? Got a treasure?

What? found a treasure?

[thumbs up]

Give treasures, not words! Kha-ha!

Okay, okay. Now where do ye hide the treasures?

[chat]

Pirates never die!

I wish I could just turn things into treasures! Kha-ha!

Pirates need no certificates! Kha-ha!

I am the terror of the sea!

Chili Pepper

Hi!

Guess how high my bounty is?!

Watch your pockets!

[thumbs up]

Doesn’t mean I’m not going to steal from you!

Are you trying to get on my good side?

[chat]

I’m here! Beg for mercy!

If you want something, then take it!

I want a hot and flashy pouch!

Hand over your treasures! Not that shiny sugar stuff!

Adventurer

Hi!

A new day, a new adventure!

Onwards to new lands!

[thumbs up]

No one can stop my treasure hunt!

Hm, seems like my adventures weren’t dangerous enough...!

[chat]

I’m looking for a legendary key to a legendary door!

Glass bottles are too fragile to take on adventures!

Let’s go treasure hunting!

Shh! This meeting is just between us!

Whipped Cream

Hi!

Ballet is truly the most elegant of dances.

The world must become happy!

[thumbs up]

Graceful bow of thanks!

Humble bow of thanks!

[chat]

I want to dance in a serene forest!

I hope everyone becomes happy after watching me dance...

I desire a crystal as green as the forest...

I’ve never been to the sea... It’s rather frightening.

Cherry Blossom

Hi!

Come on! It’s perfect weather for a picnic!

Hi there! Do you like cherry blossoms?

[thumbs up]

Thank you! Another sandwich?

Thanks! Another cup of tea?

[chat]

I’d like to fly with the wind!

Such a lovely, soft breeze.

What do I need for a picnic? Crumpled paper just won’t do!

I like sugar crystals that go well with the spring breeze!

Vampire

Hi!

Do I know you?

Ah... You! Hello?

[thumbs up]

Thanks, but I’m not sharing my juice!

Yes, yes, just drink already!

[chat]

Treasures? Meh! I’ve got too many of them...

Everyone’s always running, but no one knows why!

I’d like to color my juice crimson... Can you help?

Let’s have a glass of grape juice!

Hero

Hi!

Hello there! Wanna join our Breakout campaign?

Hi! Oh, please don’t mind the machine oil!

[thumbs up]

You’re a really good friend!

Really? Thanks!

[chat]

What do you mean you know who I am?

I’m looking for a nice hammer these days...

There’s a hero that helps cookies! Neat, huh?

The present is more important than old legends!

Dr. Wasabi

Hi!

Would you like to volunteer for a special experiment? He-he-he!

I’m busy experimenting! Ha-ha!

[thumbs up]

I was always great! Ha-ha!

You didn’t know that? He-he-he!

[chat]

Want some special Wasabi Syrup? He-he-he!

I’ve memorized everything, so no need! Ha-ha!

This experiment needs a winding key..!

I’m tellin’ ya! My research will turn the world upside down!

Princess

Hi!

Ready for an adventure?

A nice day for a little walk!

[thumbs up]

Ah, it’s impossible to get tired of compliments!

You are pretty cute yourself!

[chat]

Will you ever take me to the land’s end?

I’ve got so many Violet Sugar Crystals recently!

Legends say there’s a gold key that opens a secret door...

Having fun everyday, that’s the princess’s way!

Devil

Hi!

Lookie-lookie... Who’s so polite here?

What do you need?

[thumbs up]

Blergh! I hate compliments...

What... You talking to me?

[chat]

I hate blessings!

He-he! Seen a cookie more terrifying than me?

Is that a ghost behind you? IT WAS A JOKE! Mua-ha-ha-ha!

Bring me something NOT FROM THIS GALAXY! Ha-ha!

Alchemist

Hi!

Don’t you see I’m busy? Sit there and don’t touch anything!

Yes, yes, could you pass me that ampoule?

[thumbs up]

Fair enough!

Yes, I know, thank you very much!

[chat]

I’ve learned all my textbooks by heart!

My laboratory is filled with useless crumpled paper...

What if I mix this... and that?

Oh, I’d love to examine an ancient relic!

Mustard

Hi!

Do you think all cookies have to be sweet?

Got something to say?

[thumbs up]

Ugh...Thanks, I guess.

Don’t judge me!

[chat]

Society’s expectations of treasures is pointless!

Copper ink might go well with mustard spray...

No one can keep me down!

All cookies deserve to be happy!

Knight

Hi!

Great day for a tournament!

Knight Cookie, at your service!

[thumbs up]

You are too kind!

Oh... Really?!

[chat]

The Princess would love something pink...

There is a Cookie I’d protect with my life!

I take no interest in old Cookie Chests...

Know any villains I must defeat?

Muscle

Hi!

I feel mighty today!

My muscles are glad to see you!

[thumbs up]

Guess I won’t smash you after all.

One... Two... Wha?

[chat]

Wanna see my muscles?

Plants won’t make your muscles grow!

Need something heavy to work on my legs!

Strength and muscles is all a Cookie needs!

Cheerleader

Hi!

Today is your day!

Go-o-o-o.... COOKIES!

[thumbs up]

You’re the best teamplayer!

That’s what I call a positive charge!

[chat]

The lighter the cheerleading equipment, the better!

Need some energy? Cheerleader Cookie is to the rescue!

You can do it! Go, go, go!

I could really use some Blessing Powder...

Red Bean

Hi!

Want a ride on my sled?

I never get cold!

[thumbs up]

Penguins love compliments, too!

Fish Treat Jellies are great, and so are compliments!

[chat]

I like surprises!

Swoosh, swoosh! Sledding is great!

Snowy days need to have snowball fights!

Pink isn’t really my color.

Zombie

Hi!

Urghhh...

Huh?

[thumbs up]

Give... Jelly...?

Huh...

[chat]

Ancient... Old...

Fresh Jellies... Want...

Ink... Hate... Blergh!

Hungry... Always...

Soda

Hi!

Hey! Wanna go surfing?

The waves are calling!

[thumbs up]

Awesome! Let’s hit the waves!

Thanks! Surf’s up!

[chat]

I’m kinda afraid of open flames...

Ever felt the thrill of surfing?

I like Sugar Crystals that remind me of the sea!

Yeah! Perfect weather for surfing!

Gingerbrave

Hi!

Hi, friend! Up for some fun?

Hello there!

[thumbs up]

Oh, you shouldn’t have... But thanks, friend!

You’re the best! Thank you!

[chat]

I can escape without any certificates, uh-huh!

Why does everyone keep giving me these weird looks...?

I can escape from here! You’ll help me, won’t you?

My favorite sugar crystals contain the power of earth!

Gingerbright

Hi!

Good luck today!

I think you’re gonna have a great day today!

[thumbs up]

Ah, I’m so happy I’m gonna dance!

Oh! you made my day!

[chat]

What’s my favorite food? Sweet and cute Jellies!

I don’t really like old things....

All cookie friends are so nice! Running together is the best thing ever!

Shiny yellow crystals are my favorite!

Skater

Hi!

H! That’s “Hi” if you say it fast!

Hey! Let’s ride!

[thumbs up]

Yo, that’s cool!

Hey, I’m like really touched!

[chat]

Life is speed, speed is life!

I wanna get a real, official certificate for something...

Wanna learn how to ride the board?

Ancient things? No thank you!

Strawberry

Hi!

Um... Hi?

ARGH! You scared me.

[thumbs up]

You want become friends...? With me? [the typo is in-game]

Um... I mean... Ahem.

[chat]

My hobby? I like playing video games. Alone...

Am i blushing again?

I hate heavy things...

My favorite sugar crystals? Well, I like spring breeze, so...

Gumball

Hi!

Want me to make a masterpiece?

Gumball cannon coming through!

[thumbs up]

You understand my art?! You’re a genius!

Ho! You’ve got quite an eye!

[chat]

I prefer colorful and flashy over black.

I’ll color everything!

I hate boredom!

Bubblegum and silver paper go hand-in-hand!

Carol

Hi!

Let’s sing for peace together!

Hello! What kind of music do you enjoy?

[thumbs up]

Your compliments give me the strength to continue my work!

I’m glad that you like my singing..!

[chat]

Shall I sing a song for you?

I’m not really fond of crimson-colored things...

A good song can help you find inner peace!

I’m looking for a sugar crystal full of positive energy…

Grapefruit

Hi!

Amazed by my speed?

Skates are the best!

[thumbs up]

Ha-ha! You like skating, too?

Hm... I guess I can hang out for a bit.

[chat]

Fastest skater around!

I don’t like old stuff!

Why does everyone like ball games? Hmph!

Grapefruit: If only everyone knew how fast I skate!

[gift]

I like gifts!

Cherry

Hi!

Let’s play together! We’ll have so much fun!

Hello! Like cherries? Oh you better do..!

[thumbs up]

Aww! My heart’s gonna explode!

Thanks! Want a bomb?

[chat]

Hold this for a sec! It should be fine..!

Wanna blow up a bomb together?

Using Blessing Powder in bombs is a no no!

I wanna make a time bomb… but I need a winding key!

Pilot

Hi!

Want to hop on my plane?

Ah, a friendly face!

[thumbs up]

Hoho! Thanks!

Cheers! To You!

[chat]

Nothing like a butterscotch on a plane!

What am I supposed to do with a bent key?

I will always chase my dream!

I used to write letters on bronzed paper.

Pistachio

Hi!

No one can stop me!

Did you come to help me save the world?

[thumbs up]

Even your sweet words can’t shake my will!

I take it you’re being sincere...

[chat]

What is the thing most dearest to you?

I don’t have time for mysteries..!

I’d appreciate a trusty silver weapon..!

May the light guide my path!

Skating Queen

Hi!

I’m pretty busy today, but hello!

Come to watch me practice?

[thumbs up]

Frankly, I get a lot of compliments. But yours are special..!

Thank you for cheering me up!

[chat]

Well... I’m a bit afraid of old Cookie Chests...

My next performance will surprise you!

Keep your body in good condition!

I like things that remind me of cold winter nights...

[FROM HERE ONWARDS IS THE COOKIES THAT R MISSIN SOME LINES]

Matcha

Hi!

Hehehe...

Hoohoo...

[thumbs up]

??... Pff...

???... Teehee...

[chat]

Hoo... Hate toys...

Hoohoo... No one will know...

Hehe... Curious...

[missing line 4]

[gift]

Hehe...

Yoga

Hi!

Healthy Cookie, healthy mind!

Namaste.

[thumbs up]

Ah... such peace.

Many thanks!

[chat]

Best to put aside all heavy equipment before meditating!

Let us meditate together. Om shanti shanti. Om...

Empty your mind.

[missing line 4]

Avocado

Hi!

Why aren’t grapes ever lonely? ‘Cuz they grow in bunches! Haha!

What’s the loudest pet you can get? A trumPET!

[thumbs up]

Haha! thanks! Need a weapon?

Hahaha! I’ll tell you my secret for making jokes!

[chat]

It’s too hot to grow anything here! Haha!

How does a cow laugh? Moo-ha-ha-ha! LOL!

What tree grows chickens? A poulTREE! Haha!

[missing line 4]

Fire Spirit

Hi!

My flames are eternal!

Wanna see what real flames look like?

[thumbs up]

Ahaha! Let’s burn it up!

Are my flames that hot? Haha!

[chat]

Sugar crystals of the forest just burn up in my presence.

My flames cannot be stopped!

They say true love is like an eternal flame...

[missing line 4]

Peppermint

Hi!

I hear the waves.

Will you walk along the beach with me?

[thumbs up]

Thank you. You’re a good friend.

Peppermint Whale wants to be friends with you, too.

[chat]

Close your eyes and listen to the sea.

The oceans are sad to have sad legends...

A hammer? What do I do with it...

[missing line 4]

Moonlight

Hi!

I’ve seen you in my dreams.

So you are the one who has awakened me.

[thumbs up]

I will remember this day.

I feel like I am dreaming.

[chat]

Let go of your worries with the flow of dreams.

Paint a lovely picture from the stars in your dreams.

A treasure is always worth something. What is your treasure?

[missing line 4]

Sparkling

Hi!

Here again I see.

What can I get for you today?

[thumbs up]

This special order’s just for you!

Haha, there’s still more!

[chat]

Savor it, taste the aroma!

Can’t make juice with a hammer...

A new drink... just for you!

[missing line 4]

Moon Rabbit

Hi!

Hallo!

Do you wike wice cakes? Wanna twy some?

[thumbs up]

Thanks! Wanna wice cake?

I wanna gib you some full moon wice cakes!

[chat]

Ew... wice cakes fwom an old box!

I wanna full moon wice cake af big af the moon!

Gimme moa yummy wice cakes!

[missing line 4]

Orange

Hi!

Hi! What a fresh day!

Clear skies! Perfect for some tennis!

[thumbs up]

That was refreshing!

I’m all charged up!

[chat]

Zesty... SMASH!

Nothing is as invigorating as tennis!

Crumpled paper? For what?

[missing line 4]

Fairy

Hi!

May the sun shine upon you!

May the winds blow your way!

[thumbs up]

Your heart is as pure as spring water..!

You’re so kind..!

[chat]

I like peace and calm...

Paper is made from trees! How horrible!

Green fields, whispers of leaves... That’s what I like..!

[missing line 4]

Kiwi Biker

Hi!

I’m a lone wolf...

I have the need to RIDE!

[thumbs up]

Hm... Guess I am a bit sentimental.

Haha, you need a ride?

[chat]

If I can ride there, I’m going!

Crumpled paper? What gives?

Wind in the face and endless roads made me who I am.

[missing line 4]

Lime

Hi!

Wanna play ball?

Perfect weather for the beach!

[thumbs up]

I’ve heard that before!

I’m used to such compliments!

[chat]

Hey, I’m talking to you!

I don’t like annoyances!

[missing lines 3-4]

Pink Choco

Hi!

Do you wish to fall in love?

Love conquers all!

[thumbs up]

Your words give me the power to continue on my mission!

It’s nice to know someone appreciates your work!

[chat]

Solving cubes is not really my strong side...

It’s important to love yourself too!

[missing lines 3-4]

Hi!

Ready to party?

Hey, let’s party!

[thumbs up]

Let’s crank up the tempo!!

All right!! Time for an encore!

[chat]

Hope no one’s burned out yet!

Watch out for my rig!

[missing lines 3-4]

Salt

Hi!

Don’t underestimate the ocean.

Need to head out to open sea once more.

[thumbs up]

I’m no ordinary old Cookie!

Patience is key...

[chat]

Another storm has passed...

My boat can’t handle this weight...

[missing lines 3-4]

Ice Candy

Hi!

With you, losing is next to impossible!

Hey! You’re here to train!

[thumbs up]

Hahaha! I’m going to train harder!

If you get checked, I’ll check them back!

[chat]

An ancient chest? Hm... Let’s get to training!

With teamwork, victory is assured!

[missing lines 3+4]

Cocoa

Hi!

Perfect day for a cup of cocoa.

How about a cup of cocoa?

[thumbs up]

Words as sweet as cocoa!

I feel as warm as cocoa!

[chat]

I’d like to wind down by taking a dip in hot cocoa!

I like cocoa better than ink.

[missing lines 3 and 4]

Kumiho

Hi!

Hi, sweetie!

Would you like me to guess your name?

[thumbs up]

Ah, have you already fallen for my charm..?

Ah, you try so hard to learn my secrets..!

[chat]

Who do we have here..?

[missing lines 2, 3, and 4]

Wind Archer

Hi!

The forest’s strength will purify all life...

I must never forget my mission...

[thumbs up]

It is my duty to protect this place...

My mission is still incomplete...

[chat]

The forces of Darkness cannot withstand the arrows of life...

[missing lines 2, 3, and 4]

Herb

Hi!

You’re as dazzling as the sun!

Hello there. I grew these herbs.

[thumbs up]

You’re an amazing friend!

Compliments always warm the heart!

[chat]

I like to listen to the rain.

[missing lines 2, 3, and 4]

Muay Thai / Red Pepper

Hi!

I’m ready for a new challenge!

All right! Let’s begin!

[thumbs up]

If I fall down, I jump right back up!

Thanks! Don’t give up!

[chat]

Never miss a day of training!

Treasures are a distraction!

[missing lines 3 and 4]

Pancake

Hi!

Is that Acorn Jelly for me?

Give me an Acorn Jelly!

[thumbs up]

Am i cute? Am i cute?!

Wink wink! Hehehe!

[chat]

Let’s play! Yeah! XD

But… but… I don’t like studying.

[missing lines 3 and 4]

Snow Sugar

Hi!

Is it winter yet..?

Let’s have a snow fight!

[thumbs up]

You seem like such a good friend!

No one’s ever told me this before!

[chat]

I like it when the white snow is falling!

Snow King said that old chests might be dangerous...

[missing lines 3 and 4]

Millennial Tree

Hi!

Welcome. I’ve prepared a spot for you.

Fate has brought another new meeting.

[thumbs up]

The Forest welcomes you.

Thank you. such kindness.

[chat]

The Darkness will soon be purified.

[missing lines 2, 3, and 4]

[gift]

I humbly accept this gift!

Dark Enchantress

Hi!

The eternal night beckons.

You are able to see the Darkness...

[thumbs up]

Praise!

All will kneel before me!

[chat]

[missing ALL lines]

Sea Fairy

Hi!

I shall not freeze anymore.

This must be fate.

[thumbs up]

You have such a warm heart.

Thank you...

[chat]

[missing ALL lines]

Cream Puff

Hi!

I’m practicing magic every day!

I will become a great wizard someday!

[thumbs up]

Thanks! I am giving it my best!

I will make it this time!

[chat]

Oh no… What went wrong?

[missing lines 2, 3, 4]

Popcorn

Hi!

Quick! The movie’s about to start!

This should be enough popcorn, right?

[thumbs up]

A true five-star compliment!

A compliment as sweet as caramel popcorn!

[chat]

[missing ALL lines]

Wizard

Hi!

Can’t you see I’m busy?

Can it wait? I’m working on a new spell!

[thumbs up]

Finally, someone recognized my achievements!

Hm! I like what you’re saying!

[chat]

[missing ALL lines]

Werewolf

Hi!

Please, don’t come any closer...

Get away...

[thumbs up]

My scar aches...

Don’t expect much from me...

[chat]

[missing ALL lines]

Squid Ink

Hi!

Who... you?

Always... lonely...

[thumbs up]

Don’t... know...

I know... nothing...

[chat]

[missing ALL lines]

Macaron

Hi!

Repeat after me! One, two! One, two!

Ready to march? One, two! One, two!

[thumbs up]

Thanks for cheering!

Let’s start our parade!

[chat]

Light steps! Bright smiles!

[missing lines 2, 3, and 4]

Tiger Lily

Hi!

Gyaa!

Rarr..!

[thumbs up]

Grr... grr...

[missing 2nd line]

[chat]

[missing ALL lines]

#cookie run #ovenbreak #cookie run ovenbreak #cr ovenbreak #this took me Forever to compile wheeze but i hope it can b of use to ppl!! ^w^#im sry abt the missing lines.. ill try n get more coins so i can lvl up the things i need 2 lvl up #ok to rb #my posts

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poppyknitt · 6 years ago

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Just Like Before- A JSE Egos Fanfic; Jameson Jackson Birthday Special

Recap: Marvin has gone MIA since the last big fight against Anti, because Seán, Jackieboyman and Henrik cut off all further communications with him, and Chase, JJ, and Robbie are each caught up in their own problems. In lighter news, however, Chase is utilizing his time as a ghost to spend every last second he can with his kids, and figure out exactly what’s been happening between Stacy’s new, apparently abusive, boyfriend, and three of the most important people in his life. Jackie’s apparently been with his girlfriend much longer than we thought, and, celebrated his anniversary with her on a luxurious cruise ship, where he also proposed. Oh, and apparently, they’re expecting a son, so that’s pretty fun, I guess. Robbie’s been spending most of his time making sure his brothers are all doing well, which includes making sure the nurses at the hospital are taking the absolute best care of Chase and JJ as possible, keeping an eye on Henrik and confiscating any coffee he makes after 5PM, trying to find Marvin(he still thinks Marvin can be redeemed. but so do I, so I can’t really judge him on that one.), and constantly bugging Jackie about not using his powers while he’s still recovering from the first anti fight that happened in these stories whenever said hero is around. Oh. I forgot to mention! JJ’s out of his little coma! And he’s back in the egos’ house, too, so... Yay, it’s almost normal again! ... right..? Lmao, what am I saying? It probably is. At least, I hope. Haven’t heard from Anti for a while though...

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter

[October 31st]

JJ sat on the balcony railing, staring blankly into the distance, his mind still depressedly numb after everything that had happened only a few weeks ago. He could no longer stand to be home without Seán or Henrik being in a place where they could come to help almost immediately if anything were to happen, and he hadn’t even put a single hair in the living room since he got back from the hospital only a few days ago. Seán was trying his hardest to help JJ move past the trauma that resulted from Marvin’s attack, and he was sure Robbie and Henrik would be, too, if it weren’t for the fact that Henrik is constantly busy with work from the hopsital, and Robbie is always running around trying to help hold everyone together in the wake of the chaos and pain caused by Marvin’s corrupt plan to defeat Anti “once and for all”, and “protect” the others in a more long-term way than the usual. Chase still refused to come back to his body, and whenever asked why, he would always respond with “Hard to explain. All you need to know is that Stacy and the kids need help, and only I can help them.”

JJ perked up, hearing the balcony door loudly sliding open, and turned to see Robbie standing there, a sad, almost sullen look on his face. It hurt a little to see the little guy stare at him like that, because he knew Robbie was only upset because he was worried about him.

“Good evening, Robbie...” He signed hesitantly.

“Jamie look sad again... Please don’t sad... Don’t want you to sad.. Is scary when you guys sad.” Robbie responded. JJ took mental note that Robbie was starting to care more and more about how broken his speech really was. And, yeah, sure, since the guy was sorta undead, and had a bit of brain decay as a result, he obviously wasn’t going to be totally perfect at speech, but that was okay, since it was a little comforting to have someone who spoke in an almost child-like kind of way try to cheer him up from time to time.

“I’m fine, Robbie. Just a little nervous still. I’ll be better in a while, I promise.” He fake-smiled, hoping it looked believable enough. Robbie’s face shifted a bit, looking a tiny bit more distrusting or hurt at this response. Jameson internally cringed, immediately knowing that Robbie could probably tell he had withheld a fair amount of information with his response.

“... Truth. I want whole truth. No lie.” Robbie said, his tone becoming a bit more stern.

“... I...” Jamie hesitated, because, I mean, if this pure little bean asked you to tell the truth about how badly a recent, extremely traumatic event had been affecting you, would you know how to respond? I think the hecklety specklety not!

“Jamie not need be scared. Promise not tell others Jamie secret if Jamie tell truth.” Robbie said, smiling a little, as if trying to let him know it was okay to trust him.

“... Fine. But, just... make sure to keep that promise, okay?” He signed, stopping mid-sentence to slide off the railing and onto the balcony. He sat down with his back leaning against the bars of the railing, and Robbie quickly shuffled over, sitting happily next to him.

“No one home but me an’ you. No need keep lookout.” Robbie assured him.

“... Okay, fine, I’ll start.” He signed, smiling softly in amusement, “... I guess the problem is that I can’t stop thinking about what happened... Why did he feel the need to lash out so cruelly on his two youngest brothers? Why lie? Why won’t he face his wrong-doings, and come back? I so desperately wish to believe that Marvin is innocent, and he only meant well, but... All Seán and Henrik ever say is to just forget about him, that he’s not ever coming back, and he’ll never be able to regret it? Why doesn’t anyone believe in him anymore..? Was... Were our bonds really that fragile..?”

“... Don’ kno’... Mavvy only thought he was protecting us. I think he still good. He just not very happy right now. Henry an’ Seán mean because they think he let badness get to head. But he still good. He come back. He just need alone time. We see soon!” Robbie speculated, not fully understanding the gravity of the situation.

“... I don’t know... He was... so violent, when he lashed out... I’m scared, Robbie... What if our dear, wonderful brother went too far, and is doomed to become something like... like him? I do not wish to loose our dear brother to the darkness, Robbie. I don’t understand why Seán and the others are so content with leaving him to fend off his inner demons on his own. It is surely too cruel a thing to do to someone who’s done so much good for us, right?” He continued.

“Is true. It mean, leaving Mavvy behind in dark world. They say fight happen in dark torture world, yes?” Robbie asked.

“Yeah...” He started, but cringed and shunk into a tight ball as he started having minor flashbacks to the moment Marvin had violently lashed out at them in their own home.

“Jamie! Calm! Calm! Is okay! No scare! No scare! Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts!” Robbie exclaimed, worriedly attempting to hug JJ.

“I-..I’m okay! I’m okay! Just got a little spooked, that’s all! It’s okay now, Robs. D-..Don’t freak out over my panic attacks..” He signed, his hands shaking a bit as he hesitantly tried to find the right words.

“We go celebrate hap birth tonight, Jamie?” Robbie asked, and JJ paused. Oh, yeah! It’s the 31st! He should be celebrating his birthday!

“Yeah! We’ll do it as soon as everyone’s here, okay, Robs?” The Jemmie-Jammie bean smiled, and Robbie beamed in response.

“‘K-kay.” Robbie gave his brother a big ol’ bear hug, and he hugged back this time.

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[October 31st]

Jameson happily sat at the dining room table with the rest of the egos(aside from Chase, who was still a ghost), enjoying himself as they all ate the cake that Seán had gotten him for his birthday. Jackie had returned from the cruise he’d taken his girlfriend on, but refused to tell anyone the details. Henrik was the only one not asking questions, so JJ had a feeling that Jackie had spoken to him about the details of the cruise beforehand, since that would be one of the only reasons the doctor would not be constantly pestering Jackie about it. He did, however, take note of the fact that Jackie had a ring on now, so he had a feeling something very special indeed had happened on that boat between the two.

“Hey, Jackie, what’s with the ring, anyways?” Seán piped up.

“That’s need-to-know information, too.” Jackie responded flatly, though, it was pretty easy to spot the cheekiness in his expression.

“Guys, leave him be. He obviously does not vant to share zhe details of his private vacation vizh us, so ve should be polite, and vait until he is ready to say anyzhing to us about it.” Henrik stated, his expression calm and sincere.

“Yes, let’s leave this topic for another day. I would much prefer we all just celebrate today for what it is supposed to be a celebration of, rather than spend it pestering our eldest about things that are not of our business.” Jamie signed, and Seán and Robbie briefly glanced at each other, and returned to the festivities.

“Oh! Jamie have birtda’ gift! Jamie open soon, yes?” Robbie exclaimed, suddenly remembering the small pile of gifts stacked on the coffee table, which had been carried into the dining room by Henrik and Seán, since Jameson still couldn’t bear to even look at the living room after Marvin’s outburst.

“Oh, yes! I nearly forgot about them. Yes, we’ll get to them soon, Robbie.” He signed, smiling happily. Robbie’s face lit up in childish joy, and he hugged the silent ego, grinning like a big, goofy idiot.

The rest of the day was spent filled with joy and cheer, as the egos slowly let themselves forget all their worries, and really enjoyed themselves for once. They each got into costumes when it came about time for trick-or-treaters to start showing up at the door, aside from Jackie, who pretended to be a really good cosplayer of himself, since he’d forgotten to buy a costume for this year, like he had for the previous one... and the first one.

Everything calmed down around 9pm, and they found themselves back in the dining room, sharing jokes, stories, and just overall having a fun time for what felt like ages. Thankfully, though, they all managed to fall asleep before midnight that night, so no one would be staying up to the ungodly hours of the morning.

Even though there were still some egos missing from the celebration that night, Jameson was sure it was safe to say that this had been one of the best birthday celebrations they had had in a long while.

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Whoops! Super late birthday fic! Guess that’s what happens when I cram too much writing stuff into one month. Oh well! At least I’m done with it now! And we’re one step closer to my endgame, too, so that’s fun, I guess!

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darkdevasofdestruction · 7 years ago

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Itachi Uchiha

Name:Uzumaki Shana Age:19

-Primary role:Assassin,Intel Gathering -Secondary:Ninjutsu/Support -Kekkei Genkai:Rinnegan -Was in Itachi's year at the Academy -Was in Itachi's team -Long red hair,fringe covering her eye -Average height

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Since the destruction of Konohagakure and the death of the 3rd Hokage,things haven't been too...nice. I was sitting on a roof top,watching the training field where Yamato was training his team,consisting of Sakura,Naruto and Sai.

Sasuke...Itachi's younger brother, who was once their teammate was now training under Orochimaru,aiming to one day kill his older brother. I still remember the days when we'd look after him together,after we've finished with training. Those were the good old days,when we didn't have to worry about anything in this world,except what new jutsu to learn or improve. But now,Itachi and I bear the burden of the Uchiha Clan slaughter,that had to be done,ordered by Danzo Shimura,and the one and only 3rd Hokage...since they were planning a coup d'etat...which would greatly endanger the good of the village.

Konohagakure...our home...our refuge...

But the peaceful atmosphere had to change,since I've been called by the higher ups to deal with the Akatsuki. I easily found them,and just as they were about to leave the scene of the crime,I jump in front of the raven haired male.

me:Greetings. Itachi:Shana. me:Itachi. Kisame:You two know each other? me:Well enough.How is it going? Itachi:Just fine. Kisame:I will go ahead.Don’t take too long. Itachi:*nods*Danzo had to be made aware of my existence. me:Danzo is not your main problem anymore,you know that. Itachi:He is with the snake now. me:Not for long. Itachi:I am aware. me:I think we both should stop hiding behind this ridiculous facade,and say what we mean to say. Itachi:That is not the wisest decision. Me:Itachi,please,see reason.Everything could be solved with the aid of communication.All you need is show honesty,not deceit. Itachi:It cannot be done.For the goal of this objective to be achieved,one must sacrifice everything,in the shadows. Me:*sighs*You are aware that I can solve this...inconvenience.All of this. Itachi:Shana...*touches my cheek*I am thankful for your affections towards me,however I couldn't reciprocate,while in the situation that I am facing.It would only be cruel to you,and unfair. Me:Then take me with you.To the Akatsuki.I could- Itachi:Please.You have done too much for me already.It's enough.Take care of yourself for once. Me:Itachi,please,see reason- Itachi:Farewell,my dear.

However,before I could reach out to him,he vanished in a flock of ravens. Dammit all...

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The Hokage,Tsunade,is a powerful,open-minded person,with a great gambling addiction. And it's my time to act. Unknown to most,the 3rd Hokage,during the night of the Uchiha massacre,had written a decree,in which the innocence of Itachi,and the reason behind the slaughter was explained in detail. This is the utmost truth and the only thing that could possibly prove his innocence. And with this,I must create a plan with the Hokage,so I could get Itachi back. The plan was simple,but not for me. With the document,we managed to scheme something,along with the most higher up shinobi in the village,and a copy of it was delivered,personally by me,to each kage of the other 4 major countries. They must also know of this plan,if something is to happen. And it worked...more or less. So,I am supposed to feign being a Rogue-nin,so that Pein would want to recruit me. This way,I could be closer to Itachi and make him cooperate with me. Sasuke can become a hero with the aid of his older brother too. And he wouldn't want to hear that his beloved younger brother is a revengeful,hateful person,who's willing to sacrifice everything for power. This is going to work...somehow. We faked some assassinations of some important personalities,added myself high on the Bingo Book,and so,I was met with Deidara and Sasori,who came to recruit me. It was hilarious when Deidara saw me.He was shocked beyond measure,for seeing another Rinnegan-user,like his Leader,and challenged me to a duel,which I easily won,with Genjutsu. Hope he doesn't hate me...too much.

I scratched the Konoha headband and put it back on my forehead,as we walked to the base,where I was greeted by the other members,and a shocked Itachi. Since I was from Konohagakure too,Pein made the said male and I room together,which couldn't be any better. As I lay in bed,in my light sleepwear,reading a book,I notice the raven-haired male enter the room.

Itachi:Why? Me:Why what? Itachi:Why did you do it? Me:Do what? Itachi:Go through all of this,just to join us. Me:Oh,dear,but it was easier than you could expect. Itachi:Was it,now?*sits on the bed* Me:It was. Itachi:What are you planning,Shana? Me:Plan something?Nothing.I was just fed up with being underappreciated.You know very well how I am. Itachi:It is because I know how you are,that I know you wouldn't have done anything of the sort,without a hidden reason.So,which is it? Me:You will find out in due time,my dear. Itachi:I must know now. Me:I cannot.You wouldn't understand.You wouldn't accept it. Itachi:And why wouldn't I?I thought I was quite the understanding person.I was under the impression that you had the same idea of me. Me:It's not that...I just... Itachi:Shana.Don't make me force it out of you.You know what I'm capable of. Me:You're not the only Dojutsu user,Itachi. Itachi:I don't need the Sharingan for that. Me:What do you-

He then pinned me on the bed,his face so close to mine that I could feel his breathe on my face as he was looking at me gently with his onyx eyes.

Me:*soft smile*We haven't been this close in quite a while...I missed it. Itachi:*holds my hands*It has,hasn't it.I apologize. Taking off his hair tie,his pitch black hair fell in waves over his shoulder,draping over both our faces. The look on his face held sorrow and regret. I traced my hands over his bare arms,and rolled us on the side,so I could hold him in a warm embrace,playing with his hair. He closed his eyes,with a peaceful expression on his face and a gentle,thankful smile.

Itachi:If there is anything in this world that I desire most,is to stay like this with you,forever and know that both you and Sasuke are safe and sound. Me:I wish the same.So let's work for this goal.Together.You don't have to do this alone.You are not alone,and you will never be. Itachi:Are you positive this plan won't be reckless enough to put you in danger? Me:Positive enough. Itachi:*smiles*I could never win an argument with your stubbornness. Me:And you never will.

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How to talk...what to say...how do I convince him... Maybe...if I persuade Konan,she could help me.She is his closest friend,so it might work. She just wants peace,and all this damage and death they are creating might not be to her liking. And I was right. When I told her of the Peace Plan,she seemed intrigued. The power of the Tailed Beasts must stay preserved withing their vessels. Nevertheless,we have to create a great havoc against all 5 of the countries,until they realize they stand no chance alone,and they must work together. Of course,I haven't told Konan and the Kage the same thing. It had to be...sugar-coated. But it worked at least. So Konan talked to Pein,Pein had second thoughts,and together,we started 'Fake War' plan. Gathering adepts. And with Illusionary Jutsus and Powerful Genjutsu,we'll be able to trick everyone.

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The midnight moonlight was shining over us,as we were leaning on a Sakura tree,fingers intertwined,a peaceful atmosphere having settled.

Itachi:Shana... Me:Yes,Itachi? Itachi:I have something to confess to you. Me:What is it? Itachi:The reason why I chose this path.A path of disgrace. Me:Wasn't it so you could have Sasuke become the village hero? Itachi:Indeed,but not only. Me:Then? Itachi:I have been overusing my Mangekyo too much...so much that I have been plagued by an unknown disease that is not only blinding me,but also killing me. Me:*shocked*No way... Itachi:I am sorry that I kept it a secret.But I wished to die,by my little brother's hand,knowing both of you are okay. Me:You should have told me.You don't have to die!This can be cured. Itachi:I highly doubt that- Me:Our Hokage is the best medical-nin in history,what are you talking about?I don't want to hear it. Itachi:Shana... Me:You will come with me back to Konoha,and you will be cured.Don't ever think otherwise. Itachi:Your optimism always helped me through my darkest times.I should have listened to you. Me:Well,you better be thankful I told the Hokage to write that decree,otherwise none of this would have been possible. Itachi:*soft chuckle*Then,would I be allowed to confess something else as well? Me:What?Another suicide self-mission? Itachi:No.It's more of a...dream that I've had for a while. Me:Fine then.Tell me,if that's what will make you happy. Itachi:If your plan succeeds,and this Age of Wars is over,hopefully sooner...would you wish to marry me? Me:R-Really? Itachi:There is nothing else in this world that would make me happier. Me:*hugs him*I could say the same.Yes,Itachi,I will marry you.At any time,in any life or world.I will. Itachi:I'm glad there can still be happiness during times like these.

He kissed my forehead,smiling,holding me close to him,and we stayed there in a calming silence,bathing in the light of the Moon.

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The War was much more than anyone expected,especially because of the zounds of White Zetsus that kept attacking. Honestly,I wasn't expecting any of this,but what was even worse... Was the apparition of a reanimated Madara Uchiha. Nobody expected it. It couldn't have been the Kages OR The Akatsuki...so could it mean...Orochimaru? Damn that snake...messing everything up... But I never thought he'd actually want to destroy the world?Didn't he want to become immortal or something? Ridiculous...

Madara:You puny humans think you can win against me and the Ultimate Plan?You think you will get Peace from this silly war planned by a silly girl?What did you tell them?How did you lie to them,to create this War? Shana:What?!How are you even alive?!And why do you interfere even?!The world of the living is none of your business!Begone back to your eternal slumber! Madara:What did you promise this idiots that they all decided to take up their arms and fight each other?Just as before,the other 3 Shinobi Wars,even the littlest reason could irked an entire Nation. Shana:The plan was to create peace between the 5 Nations!Here,everyone united and fought as one for the same cause-Peace!So it IS possible! Madara:Then,girl,I am the only obstacle against your sought objective.Eliminate me,and it is the end of the war. Itachi:Shana,don't!You don't know what could happen- Tsunade:Shana,I forbid you to fight Uchiha Madara on your own!We found no way to defeat him yet- Shana:And what do you propose I do?!I cannot let all of you die here!I created this mondial mess,and somehow,I have to untangle all these knots of Despair that keep us tied in the same place. Itachi:Uzumaki Shana,if you think I'm going to let you just go and get yourself killed like that- Shana:You're not the only one who goes on suicide missions,Itachi. Itachi:Shana,don't you dare- Shana:Itachi,I love you,but shut up.You are one of the smartest people I've ever met in my life,so I know you,together with Shikaku,Shikamaru and the rest of the intelligence team,you'll be able to find a way to get rid of this reanimated demon once and for all. Itachi:Please,don't do this to me.Don't just give me hope of a brighter future,then snatch it away right in front of my almost blind eyes. Shana:Make sure Sasuke forgives you.I'm sure he will,after the situation will be explained.The Uchiha brother have to be reunited. Itachi:Shana-

The girl cupped her lover's face,then jumped next to Madara,ready to die for what she believes in. Countless hand-signs were thrown here and there,clones,paths,jutsus,and many perfectly aimed hits hit them both,however,only the girl seemed to receive any damage,and the reanimated man would recover in the blink of an eye. She fought valiantly,but it was in vain,for her powers was draining at a fast pace,and no matter how strong she was,she couldn't keep up with a never-ending stamina. The latest hit left her lying in a crater,unmoving and unblinking,much to everyone's dismay,but thankfully,her fiancé was not yet there to witness her fall. Madara:Is that all?Easily.Hardly a challenge.Is this how fragile your Peace is,people?Is that how little you desire it?If so,then you are a bunch of submissive sheep meant to obey the laws imposed by the Supreme Ruler.

His mocking words dripped with poison,as he took the girl by the neck and kept holding tighter and tighter,trying to break her wind pipe and not allowing her to breathe,despite her struggling. To his confusion,the girl smirked,and raising an arm above her head,her other 5 hiding Paths managed to make the man let go of Shana,distracting him,as Itachi and Sasuke were approaching at the speed of light,preparing a joint sealing jutsu. It took the eldest Uchiha by surprise,and caught in the Elemental Ropes,TenTen used a Transportation scroll and took out a Sealing recipient,where Madara was to be forever sealed. At the obvious success,everyone started cheering in glee and happiness at the beginning of a new era of Peace in the Shinobi World,where the Tyranny of Uchiha Madara was no more.

As the girl was struggling to get back to her feet,her fiancé immediately rushed to her side and hugged the life out of her.

Itachi:Never scare me like that again,Uzumaki Shana! Shana:*soft smile*I'm sorry,love. Itachi:You were right.I was never alone,and I shouldn't have tried to take everything on by myself. Shana:Is it the right tine to say "I told you so"? Itachi:*sighs*It is never the right time to say that. Shana:I told you so~! Itachi:*chuckles*I hope Tsunade is as good as you say she is,because she'll need to give us both our health. Shana:I can vouch for her skills,my dear. Itachi:Then,let's get home,after all this time. Shana:Home...huh.It sounds like an eternity since we've last been home together.All three of us. Itachi:All three of us... Shana:Better train Sasuke next time he asks you to show him how to throw shurikens~. Itachi:Shana,don't be ridiculous. Shana:*smiles*You know I love you. Itachi:I know,and I love you dearly as well. Shana:*winks*The Wedding is in Spring,got it? Itachi:So it shall be.All the sakura petals will flow in the wind and we will be happy together,after all this time kept apart. Shana:We finally get our happy ever after.

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a post for me to ramble (and updating) on and rant in general about the major s8 character-death rumor/spoiler. So, then I won’t spoil anyone by accident. *i have like 3 posts of like this and they’re all similar. i keep repeating the same things.

HERE is the first reaction/thoughts post. A bit about show stuff, writing stuff, comic stuff, other characters that affect them by this death. Also, TWD comic spoilers. or go to #*twd s8 spoilers or #*twd

***so, I will keep rambling on here and instead of another op’s post. idk. these are my thoughts. everyone’s got theirs and i dont wanna be insensitive or something.

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*if the spoiler/rumor is all true*

*TWD s8A msf is on 12/10/17

That Carl will die in s8 mid season finale. It also seems like it was Chandler’s choice. (i hope the spoiler/rumor is not true. It’s kind of a deal breaker for me to keep watching, but it’s kind of not.)

TWD ruined Christmas.

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- so it’s pretty crazy we learn about this spoiler/rumor from TSDF so early..like after 8x01 aired. People who had learned about the spoiler already are now looking at hints/symbolisms more than general audience would. Something like general audience would look at it after s8A is done. So..I feel like going crazy and overthinking of all these hints or symbolisms that the writers had added. I kind of like that...symbolisms and stuff. I mean..at least it’s not going to be a super shocking unexpecting way that Carl dies. For me, I like that cos i like to know things ahead of time. 8x01 got some hints already and wow. “your boy is gonna die.” Red eyed Rick and the future vision-mentioned of the owl(symbolism). Red eyed Rick is seen crying hard like someone very close to him had died. Plus the glass thing..idk what it is...it’s symbol of grave marker/death. In, 8x02 spoiler I read, is that Rick sees a baby, someone’s child. I keep thinking that s8 will have a lot of death symbolisms and with something about children. (more about it in another post)

-things that seems like it’s true. Chandler moved to LA or something. Everyone is talking about something big will happen in msf. (like as usual but well...yeah) Chandler’s tweet about appreciating TWD and his journey. I thought 100th ep but ... ya know. Another thing is that it’s seems confusing exactly whom “killed off carl” cos Chandler was thinking of going to GA university and was excited for s8. idk i guess he kept changing his mind. I just don’t think Gimple and writers would want to kill off Carl ever. 12/5 AMC mentions of a shocking moment in ep8 and Hardwick too. I think it’s true. I hope not but :\

-things that Doesnt seem like it’s true. the cast seem upbeat during interviews. but maybe they respect chandler’s decision and proud of him if he chose to leave. Also, maybe they’re excited for new creativity for their characters. idk..or they know this show is ending soon and they’ll leave and blah. we see their character die in a domino-effect. / 8x01, Michonne said to Carl “this is your show.” Like in the comics, where we all thought and felt Carl will be the next leader someday. It’s always been more about Carl’s story. But, maybe the show is different and going to be. It’s more about Rick’s. (like the Hunger Games’s Katniss and Primrose) Maybe the cast and writers are ok with the show’s premise being changed???

- the cast’s attitude lately is messing me up. They seem so calm and chill. If this spoiler of Carl dying(and no re-casting) is false. This have been the trippiest thing for me and the fandom. If it’s true, it’s gonna shock the non-spoiled fans so hardcore.

- recasting-theory/ atm, I don’t mind if they re-casted someone to play as Carl or adult-Carl. It would go smooth since it’s gonna be in future setting (s9). Some people seem bothered by it but I mean...it means that Carl, the character, will live and the main point of the show will continue. (hmm kinda like OUAT where adult Henry is a different actor.) ...idk why ...yet.. writers/crew didnt do it. Too early to change it or it’s Chandler’s choice again. Maybe the crew did and Carl is in bed healing in s8b and in s9 is diff actor as adult Carl. But :\ ...i think s8 finale is the end of the war and it’s weird to not have Carl there or not in s8B at all.

- gracie theory. no i dont want that future lil girl to be Gracie and that meaning Both Grimes kids died. That’s too much and dumb. I’ll be okay if Judith died, raised Gracie, and Carl left mid-war (recast Carl) and taking pirate-Michonne’s arc. But just Rick with no Grimes kids is just too much.

- idk how to take it yet. Keep watching the show or not. It depends on how well the writers do it, and if it makes sense story-wise. They gotta give it all. s9/the future...really will be the “New Beginning.” idk yet. I’ll see how it is in s8 msf. It gotta be like an ep where Carl be around with loved ones and appreciates his life, and make the show more about that it is Rick’s show. I would hate it if the writers just crap out on the writing and Rick dies s9 and then others, and become the Daryl and Negan show.

- also idk how to feel and deal about the writing of TWD tv show / comics / and the remixing. I keep wanting the show to parallel the comics..or the main story plot/the point of the story to parallel to the comics. BUT, the show is already a bit different..and still similar to the comics. I keep speculating/overthinking on the remixing stuff and kinda get disappointed if it didnt happen on a show (which they can, if they want to, not parallel with the comics. ex- death of Andrea, change of Carol, non-comic Daryl, etc.. Or scenes happening later or earlier in the story.). Like there’s no right way of it or right way of feeling of it. So, I guess ...don’t expect so much on the comics. But, I like it when the show do follow it. sigh. It’s like I expect the story’s point to be there and with respect. idk. Maybe ..decide that these are different stories. tv and comic. separate them. think of kirkman - comics. gimple- tv. idk..it would be well bummer like Kirkman doesnt like the tv show anymore-s8. But, it’s weird to think that when I don’t think Kirkman’s writing is the best, or that I don’t think the comics are better compared to other stuff. so idk. so it’s confusing to me rn.

- i feel like im being over dramatic and passionate about it. it’s so weird. but i just want good storytelling and respect to the story and to the characters. I also ..I always say that TWD isn’t my #1 show. It’s just one of my good shows. The show is doing fine atm for me. (i think the bash talking/fandomwank on the writing is too much. it’s fine. whatever. ukno how the fandom can get. I think I meant I’m tired of same people complaining over and over when they could just quit.) I’ve seen some shows that I dont like with their writing and how they deal with their characters, and then I quit. So whatever. Whenever the reason to quit comes, so be it.

- I hope I dont wanna offend anyone but it’s my opinion. Carl isn’t the reason why I watch. But Carl is the “heart” of the show. I realized there’s two things going on in the TWD/comics’s premise. #1 it’s Rick, a family man looking after his family. #2, Carl grows up and we see him become a man and someday lead his people. Two big arcs.

#2 I think, imo, the show, didn’t really showcase Carl’s journey. It’s probably hard to do with a child actor or on tv with rules and stuff. Like (maybe just comic-) Carl kills people and is like people are always kinda concerned about Carl becoming a serial killer. He’s loyal and protects his loved ones in a fierce unpredictable way. Carl, in the show and how the show did it, is a bit different than comic-Carl. He’s already mature and understanding. He’s bit like comic-Carl in rage and toughness, but tv Carl quickly controls it and just already a good man. I feel like there should be some angsty hard ..character flaw that Carl should still keep learning and grow to be a better man, now. There should be more focus on tv Carl and it’s probably tv writers’s fault since s4,... or like now..it’s planned because Chandler wants to leave in s8, so writers are making him a good well-meaning man.

Another thing, right away from 8x01, I felt like carl isn’t what I’m hoping or expecting him be like. I was surprised to see Rick shooting at Siddiq and got this arc of needing to learn about hope again. An arc mostly about/for Rick. I feel like it should be Carl shooting at Siddiq and Rick being upset about it.

#1, IMO, the show didn’t really show...in a major way that it’s a father-son show. Like we don’t see Rick always worried about raising him and stuff compared to other father/son stories. It’s subtle and light in the show. Go blame on the writers, I guess. In the comics, it’s shown heavily that Rick’s worried about Carl’s life and what he will become as a man. Like it’s Carl’s story. IMO, I always feel that in the show, it’s Rick’s story or I’m more interested in Rick’s story. (i keep thinking about Hunger Games.)

After Carl’s death, and if the writers wrote it like TWD always was/will be mainly Rick’s story/show, then the show can get by, imo, without Carl. Rick still has Judith. Rick still got arcs to go..like Negan stuff. Rick isn’t dead and Carl isn’t a leader-leader in the comics rn. Comics are like 3 seasons-ish ahead. (but ukno remixes, u never kno what the show will do) But, if the writers can sell it off well and that if I believe in it and still wanna watch the show.

- So..what concerns me about character deaths..and AMC, is that AMC didn’t Promote anything about a majoooooooor character death that will happen. (like Negan and the lineup in s7) It makes me think if TWD will become Daryl & Negan show, AMC won’t promote or hint anything about the future deaths of our fave characters/Rick. Just keeping it secretive and stuff. sigh..idk. So far, I like that Gimple is hinting about a death with callbacks, in s8A. Like dang, I really wish they promote something about a major death that’s gonna happen. It’s too shocking. 11/30- AMC still haven’t and it’s gonna be ep 7 soon. I hope they do for promoting ep 8/msf. 12/5- Ok so they did and weirdly heh. Just the voiceover guy saying ‘msf everyone’s will be talking about.’ on TTD, Hardwick made it clear that there’s a big shocking moment in msf. So, some fans are like understanding it. It seems like the web ..everyone seen the spoilers, so.. But still the general audience is gonna be so surprised but they know something is up. it’s msf, so ..there’s always a death there. Even if I didn’t know about the spoilers, I would say Carl would die because of the easter eggs-Rick’s visions and Carl is kinda doing the moral compass thing and there’s some callbacks-like mentioning his parents. Other ones that Iwould suspect if I didn’t know the spoilers would be Daryl, Aaron, Zeke... So yeah it’s seems harder to suspect that..but I woulda said Carl. It’s gonna be Carl. sigh.

- ok if Chandler had issues with the show/crew and bashing on the show and stuff. i feel kinda sensitive about it. idk..it’s that other thing...following the actor’s life when we don’t know the actor personally (like entitled fans thing). Anyways, if fandom/wank agrees with him ..whatever..why are those fans still here. blah. I mean idk..we deal with these kind of things differently. I still like the show but someday if i hate the show, i only want to bash on the show on things that made me hate the show. sigh different opinions... Maybe just don’t look at people’s opinions on the show and carl’s death. Fandom is gonna get super crazy. i guess like more fandom wank. take a break from it.

- if i wanna quit. I would say..TWD ended for me in s7 finale. That finale was a great emotional ep and I loved Maggie’s speech. It felt like a series finale. Or, end it around s8A. Someone said like when team family arrived at ASZ. So yeah ..there’s always fanfiction. It’s ok to take time and grieve.That’s just how it is in show business and disappointing stories go.

-/oh god, watching s8 and eventually getting to the msf. there’s hints! omg this is hard! um thinking of making a post of “#*twd s8 spoilers″. Because this post is already long.??? sigh this season is so crazy.

- I notice some fans bashing on the show and that they think to make the show better is to kill off Negan. TBH, I think killing off Negan right now is like killing off Carl. That, too, changes the TWD story a lot. Stories gotta have a villain. But, I understand if people aren’t liking tv-Negan (but not comic-Negan). Yeah, tv-Negan is like meaner..but he’s also more developed ..of comic-Negan. If u get it? I think we will eventually see tv Negan as what we see the “good” parts of comic-Negan. Like how his leadership does save his people and how he “cares”

- End of old Premise theory/or how the writers (try to) guide us to the biggest death and change of the show by killing off Carl... I keep hoping the writers are doing this theory I have on “wrapping up the old premise of the show” thing that I think is what the writers are doing. Because I think it’s a good idea, helps for me and for some others to deal with on “Should I keep watching the show after carl dies even though ‘father and son’ is the premise of the show?” I just like that idea and the writing..if the writers are doing it. If they’re not doing that with Rick’s arc, then ok whatever. blah. I like this theory/setting up to the death plot..because it shows the writers care of the story and the character. Again, making it “Rick’s show”.

- I keep thinking about other stories with the father/son, mentor/student trope. Reminds me of Fringe, OUAT, The Hunger Games. Idk what’s best for TWD (depends on the fan’s interest anyway) Usually, those stories I’ve seen is like the father is redeemed and died, and the son/child lives on and loved. Some stories like THG Katniss sacrificed so much and learned to live~ again, but Primrose who lived and safe from Katniss, died anyways. So, uh Idk where TWD direction will go.. TWD didn’t really show that trope of redeemable father or something.. It’s subtle.. father looking after son. So, maybe s8, the writers are showing more of how messed up Rick is now and shall go on journey(the new beginning) of grace/mercy to redeem himself after Carl dies.

-feel like showing this fanvideo... https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=2&v=n857ZhZyKls . It’s a great tribute video of TWD s1-s8premiere. Almost seems like it’s wrapping up the “old premise” ..and really showing Rick how he’s changed and needed to keep trying to be a better man. More like a Rick’s show.

-If TSDF is wrong (they could cos they dont know a lot unlike s7), like today someone(or a troll) saying they see Chandler in costume. saldfjslajf gah ..i need proofsss! I wanna know for sure! I can’t. Going back and forth, is too much, emotionally sdlfjklsaj. Could be ghost!Carl. etc. I think.. he’s dead for good. I mean he moved to LA. ??? oy

-Watching s8 so far, I don’t see a lot of Carl. Maybe he’s featured more in the last four episodes of s8A. I kinda think he got scenes with Michonne too (/Danai filming diff movie), on protecting ASZ. But from trailers, Michonne goes with Rosita for a bit. Anyways, I hope we get a lot of focus on Carl before the death happens, eh, and afterwards ofc. In all good writing too. But, ukno the writers like to not focus on someone and then kill them off. That’s their style n pattern. eta. After ep 4, I’m like ehh where’s Carl? It’s annoying. He should be there with Rick, Idk why he isnt there along w/Rick. Is it Chandler’s schedule or ..lame story reasons? Just feels like dumb for not seeing Carl much. I mean ..it means, I feel, they gotta have Carl featured a lot in ep 6?-9. Like bottle episodes. But then, I feel...IMO, it doesn’t seem different to me. It feels the usual. The show doesn’t feature Carl much anyway, and I don’t care. I’m used to it. Carl is always kind of in the background. Though I wonder about the writing and how it play out if like Carol dies..or someone that I really care. Would it be similar. Like they stop focusing on the character and do meh death scene. hmm idk. I was pretty annoyed with Andrea’s death but Gimple wasnt the showrunner. idk. tough show, lots of deaths, the story keeps going. who is more important/heart of the show something. idk.

11/30- Sigh yeah..I’m kind of disappointed on the writers..so far. Carl is seen in ep 1, 6, and 8. Three episodes. I wish the writers showcased Carl a lot and make it more like obvious..that’s something is up and that maybe he will die-kind of thing. I want more build-up to his death. However, I do like the callbacks from Carl and his little plot in s8A so far, with interacting Siddiq and being a better man than Rick and doing it for his mom. This plot does kind of wrap up his character but I wish it was more and more meaningful. idk maybe it was sudden for the writers or something. I feel kind of worried..like is Carl’s last plot..good enough for me and the fandom? Idk. It’s too subtle, and I’m glad I have spoilers. But the writing..idk i mean what if it happens to other characters. Their skills sucks elsewhere too? Will I keep trusting the writers? So...yeah idk..but I still feel okay..to keep watching. (cos Carl isn’t my top faves) I have expectations but am I okay with it when they don’t meet it? Anyways, I’m kind of ok with it just by those callbacks and Carl being a good man-arc in s8A.

-12/5 the promo for msf, it look like there’s a lot of Carl and family moments. that’s nice. so far, i think i’ll be fine with the writing. It depends on me and ofc other fans’ expectations are different. Also, based on filming spoilers, they will keep talking about carl and stuff. Even though the writers didn’t lead up well like I hope they are gonna mention Carl afterwards in s8B. Still kinda showing that it’s Rick’s show. Idk how s9 will go, whole different show.

- I think Daryl got comic-Carl’s arc in this season, who wants to kill any savior. It’s not like he stole it or writers got lazy (maybe), but like just so tv-Carl can die as still being likable and good. Or, actually, I think Daryl is acting like what I was hoping tv-Carl would act like in s8 before I learned about the major death spoiler. I wonder where tv-Carl stand on the whole kill saviors or keep prisoners. It makes me think tv Carl would want to keep the prisoners.

-I was thinking of Carol/Rick brotp, and I realized they’re gonna be more similar. Both will/had lost a child. I hope it means they interact more because they got more things in common. Well, I just like their friendship and Rick needs support. But, this also reminds me of how Michonne is similar to Rick and Carol and we still don’t have Carol and Michonne interacting. Anyways..much as i like Carick....Richonne need to deal with the pain too. idk what im saying. I want more Carick but it makes more sense for more Richonne to handle the death of Carl. Maybe like one Carick scene. 11/30-IDK if it leading to Carick scenes, but ep 6, they kinda mentioned Carol’s fear or it’s hard for her to be around kids and she kinda mentioned Sophia on Henry. She also talked to Zeke throughout s8A about pretending or her changing throughout TWD, and how it’s a survival thing she does or life made it that way. Carol mentioning loss of her child and how it changed her is like Rick will do...kinda. Also, maybe Carol and Henry will be the new-kinda adapting- Rick and Carl basing on the comics later on.

-Also there’s now theories about the new adapted/comic- Carl as in who will adapt comic-Carl later on. People think it could be Enid, ^Henry, Gracie, Judith, or others. But, I would rather/wish they recast Carl..older-Carl. The show is gonna be set in the future soon too.

- Chandler’s trolling comment(s) lol That’s Chandler! ok so i think he’s trolling and I think he’s probably hinting to the fandom that he’s gonna leave/Carl dies. I mean I would be glad if I’m totally wrong about the spoiler and that Carl is just away for awhile. But wow guys he is hinting at something. omg, the spoilery fandom is just so confused right now because Chandler is like saying he is still filming..Carl’s lives. But we don’t have like big proofs of that. but yeah ????lol I’m starting to have hope..but I don’t wanna have hope and not have it over and over and over. blah ..we wait.(11/14)

“It looks like he's looking out over the city of Los Angeles in that photo, so the "shutdown and restart" command in the caption makes me think he's saying that he's starting new in L.A. after finishing ("shutting down") The Walking Dead (which just wrapped this week). "1296000" is some kind of date but I don't know how to read it to tell what date it refers to.” meghann’s mom -TITD

“1296000 seconds - 15 days. 15 days until 8.08″. -Niolle -TITD

Wow this kinda confirms it that Carl will die and Chandler is off the show. :\ I appreciate that he’s kinda hinting at us fans. sigh I hope the future is good with him. I really like the pic. Because it still looks like Carl Grimes taking over the world like we all hoped it would be in the show and comics. (11/25)

-If I’m/TSDF was wrong2, then cool! .... And give me crow to eat! Then all of my speculations and my comments and stuff lately, still means something, ok. that some of my posts, that something in the way of Rick is changing and starting anew for the “New Beginning”. I still like that the writers are building up arcs and parallels cos i like them. It just be more about Rick and not (also) about upcoming Carl’s death. Before the big rumored spoiler happened, I first thought the hintings/foreshadowing stuff was that Rick was thinking of not killing Negan but prisoning him. Even though it’s unpopular to do that but for civilization. However, there’s foreshadowing of Rick’s child will die or Rick will die. eh. sigh. Something major is gonna happen..anyway.

Rick’s death too?- Of course the writers like to tease and make us worry about our faves. It’s also an old show and cast can leave n stuff. In s8, there’s a lot of Rick stuff..huge arc for him imo..and it seems right with the Carl’s death / Negan prisoned. I also like the character. So, rn is the finale ep filming-week. The spoiling folks are all going crazy. Like usually in finale ep we try to find who will die in the finale. Sure I guess Rick might die as well. sighhhhhh, change. So if Grimes boys die then i’m done. ok. but first, it’s nice to know ahead of time and just to know it. but we dont know anything rn. so...and i don’t see any confirmation lately.

TWD fandom/wank2- Sometimes I forget how Carl’s death will totally change the show. It haven’t happen yet. I’m like fine with it when it happens, so far. I still got my faves and I think the story can still work, and my interests. But it’s gonna change a lot and the fandom is gonna go super crazy. There’s also gonna be a lot of fandom wank or just sensitive opinions.

It’s also a big change, like on just keep watching or different fans around and stuff. / I’m like worried about the fandom wank..BUT the fandom wank is ALREADY sucky rn. OMG idk why , a lot of people just don’t like the war stuff/action stuff. lol what about the avengers/boring action movies? i feel it’s better than s7 but fans say it was boring.(oprah gif, which is true?) I don’t understand but whatever. I like s8A and it seems like the usual. People complaining stuff are stuff that have been around since s4 or whenever and it’s like well....that’s what TWD will do. Something that they havent changed, they will keep doing that. Accept what kind of show it is. I also don’t think TWD is teh best show eva. So, as long I like the show, I’ll keep watching it. Just idk..whatever interests you and know that it’s the writer’s show.

Kinda off topic..Sigh. Idk how to deal with the fandom wank and the negativity. I know that I gotta stop reading comments and stuff. gotta skim thru and not read into things. It’s weird that it comes from TSDF, ukno big fan sites. anyways.. But gosh it’s a fandom. where’s the fun stuff? I can’t stand the hate-watchers or fans blaming everything to Gimple. idk why but i wanna defend gimple. TWD is not worst show evah. If it is (ur opinion) then stop watching. i just feel that these fans should know already and deal with it. I don’t like their sarcastic comments to everything, everyday, and (mis)judge thing all the time. Like um can u just quit the show please. They criticize things so hard and early when u know ....it’s a season ..there’s arcs and u gotta wait how it unfolds. Also, idk why some fans wanna figure out why the show suck and etc., when like so what? it’s ur opinon and ur time and energy to keep watching the show. u decide and deal with it. Plus, pointing out articles that’s trashing on TWD and hoping Gimple sees it(how can anyone know) it or hoping Gimple gets fired,..it doesn’t make the show how u want it to go. TWD show is Gimple’s story. Just ..idk tired of negativity. im so burnt out on fandomwank. we haven’t seen Carl’s death yet. blah. Now people are just coming up with negative things about Chandler, Gimple, and business. TBH if Chandler wants to quit because of boring Carl storylines, I think that’s dumb. It’s a job and many actors would love to have his job.

-so it’s getting closer to S8 msf. The majority of the fandom already don’t like the season. (idk why...as in based on their reactions. they act like it’s drastically bad) They don’t like slow war action stuff, I guess. And, recently characters are being charactery... all about the ‘kill all saviors or have POW’. Now there’s rogue teams and going against Rick’s “plan” and that looks like TF dumb. So, idk, whatever. It won’t last long..msf is coming up. Plus ratings are down..maybe fans are tired or just television views are changing. Anyways, it doesn’t bother me much with the charactery stuff, because it’s still feels like TWD to me and characters still feel like in character.Also, maybe things might make more sense later on(season’s/s8A’s not done.) (ofc Daryl will go mad and do stupid stuff because that’s what that arc usually does to characters. full-circle arc.) ....Fandom wank stuff..but like it’s already happening so, try to avoid it now and especially in the winter hiatus. sigh.

stop reading comments and go make fan art!

-(wank) it seems like the fans should know a bit about the comics. The comics are written by Kirkman. The fans could decide if they like the rest of the TWD comic stories/Kirkman’s stories, just to see where TWD tv show might go, and if you like it in general. First, the comic books of TWD is not over. It’s still going. So, it’s like ..might seem like there’s no endgame or strong narrative. But I do see it and i don’t think it’s just random plots. Second, AOW/s8 is about war and so we’ll see war stuff and yeah Negan lives. Third, it’s mostly about Rick and Carl-old premise whatever, Rick’s leadership. Fourth, Gimple likes to have the show be closely to the comics/Kirkman’s writing even though it’s a bit different. (Daryl, Tara, Richonne) However, Gimple could adapt the comic story to be better than the TWD comics or completely change something to make the story better in the TWD show. But you know..it’s been 4 years of Gimple showrunning so it’s gonna be what will be (and like before). There are some things that was better than the comics, the characters are more 3D, imo I like the tv show medium struture than the comics, and we got Richonne heh, Carol being badass, and characters that are not from the comics being present. So, yeah there’s some positive and negative stuff about how Gimple is and is not adapting from the comics. There’s also you can’t just expect from the comics because TV show is always different and there’s also remixes. craziness. Soon, bringing in Carl’s death, it’s gonna change the show a lot and I think it’s gonna change a lot for Gimple too since he likes to follow the comics closely (and some think he sucks at it) . It’s probably gonna be like s3 when Mazzara(?) did the show. Not like the comic book much. But not like Mazzara too much..like killing off andrea for no reason and no sympathy. Gimple added the part of Rick,Daryl, Michonne meeting bitten-Andrea..i don’t like s3.

s8B and on- I think I would like to keep watching after Carl’s death. I really hope the writers did a good death scene and like have closure/conclusion on the Old Premise of the show. Or, some kind of transition. I hope so..sigh. Or it will just feel like a big plot hole. S8B is gonna be like a new show. It’s gonna be a New Beginning but before that future timeline/comic adaption will happen. Next year, TWD is gonna be so different and there’s gonna be so many changes. It’s like the old show is already over. It’s sad..just another change to deal with. I realized that even though I know Carl’s death will happen, and a lot of other changes will happen, I still gotta say goodbye to TWD old premise-show. Even though I think might wanna continue watching the show, Carl is/was/supposedly the heart of the show and the story. So, I’m hoping for good writing and some good reason why the premise is changed or that it’s always been Rick’s show. I think it helps me and others to just think s1-s8A TWD show is over. TWD s8B,s9-’The New Beginning’ is a whole another TWD show. A show that is more different than the comics. But still Gimple writing and yeah, idk if he will change it up more or keep remixing/adapting so closely. / I still have to wonder if I like the show during s8B and on. It’s gonna be tensed...fandom’s gonna be tensed and sensitive.

-I think I said it already but little things makes me realize how Carl impacting TF will just affect them too from his death...and based from the comic book adaptions. Obviously, Rick. But like others..Team Family, Michonne, Negan

-parallels/callbacks- I noticed there’s parallels in s8A. Idk if the show does that often but I feel it’s more than usual. These parallels are like reminding us of the old premise or just s1-7. It also kind of makes think of how some shows do these parallels in their last season. So maybe s8A is kinda treated like a series finale. Idk. It’s also mainly about or happens to Rick...and Carl. (8x06, Carl will say the “3 questions” to Siddiq) I watched ep 6, I love that Carl mentioned what his promise to his mom. Wow that’s it. That’s my one moment I needed it to see before he dies.

-more character deaths/cast change?- so after s8 filming, Andy shaved his beard and I’m surprised about that. I thought he would grow it out even more. Unless he can grow it out for s9 to look like ‘ old man rick’ quickly in the off season. I don’t see any Rick-death spoilers however. Anyways, it reminds me that there could be more changes to the show than we think. yeah, so far we know Carl dies and it’s a huge change. But remember we still don’t know everything until when the s8 is all done. ,...Enid. I heard about the actress got a different show to do. I’m thinking is Enid gonna die too. Uh really? Just what are the writers gonna do in S8B and on. Enid is based on Sophia in the comics. I just idk.. It’s gonna change a lot for the show and TF.

11/30- ok from last sunday. omg I’m guessing Morgan will die in s8 finale. I’m surprised how they revealed it that on TTD and how he’s crossing over to FTWD. I guess long term and FTWD is diff timeline. I’m like sad and shocked. But, a lot of people have been speculating that Morgan will die in s8 because of well comic-Morgan had already died and tv-Morgan had built the jail cell...so it’s like moral compass charactery way and that Rick will do what Morgan *and Carl would want Rick to do. Put Negan in the cell. I also think Gimple likes Lennie so much that he’s like ok..so u can also go to FTWD and then Lennie agrees. (Gimple showrunning there too.) // Another theory about Morgan is maybe he will take “comic-Michonne’s pirate-arc” and be missing for awhile and come back eventually. But, I doubt that. Or ..FTWD gonna have a timejump and merge(cancel) into TWD and Alpha is Madison and Morgan is Beta. blah blah idk. tired of the amc / franchise thing. they killed travis. boo.

eta. 1/12/18, new cast, Lennie pics. So far Morgan pics look like Morgan before s6. Before he found Rick. (like where FTWD is at rn) So maybe Morgan is still dead but we see him in the past~ . Or he’s alive and traveled and found FTWD characters. And it’s like he’s taking comic-Michonne’s “pirate” arc. during the time-jump.

more tv changes?- Oh, about Gimple, there’s theories by hate-watchers, that like there’s other changes could happen like TWD lawsuits, Gimple leaving TWD to FTWD, Gimple fired?(i doubt it),ratings stuff, TWD leaving AMC, etc.

-So this is kinda the last time to update these #twd s8 spoilers posts.12/5/17 Finally get to just post whatever and not hide it. Though fandom is gonna be annoying and crazy. idk. Craziness begins. Seems like there’s more meta posts..that’s cool. But I realized that after msf ep, it’s gonna just be same fandom stuff. And, probably more hate-watchers or so ...along with fandom wank from the hiatus. sigh. // Either way im not ready. this ep 9 is gonna be sad.

1/12/18- holy shit those promo pics of Carl and his fam, im like tearing up of it. it’s real ..it’s gonna happen. sigh sadz. So we’re getting more info and from EW and it’s interesting what the writers think of this new change. I feel like we’re lucky in the part of getting interviews and stuff of TWD cos others shows don’t do that sometimes. We get info and we will get more.

Anyways, I’m starting to wonder if the writers KNOW that it’s a big risk and big change to the TWD story. Like it’s their biggest one ever. Not like Sasha, Hershel death kind of thing. I hope they know that and keep respecting Carl /old premise / heart of the show after s8. ..in imo or how i see it. (i kno fandom is upset and all). If they treat it like the other deaths, idk, i would feel like not trusting to the writes. idk. I do think they know and put great care to it, so far. Ep. 9 and rest of s8B will explain more and I would see how the writers think of Carl’s death in the story.

#*twd #twd spoilers #character death spoiler #twd writing #twd s8 #twd speculations #twd comic spoilers #show business #k #im rambling and suck at writing and im being overdramatic.#t twd #*twd s8 spoilers #t carl grimes #t morgan jones

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