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misstightysanguiny-blog · 2 years ago

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The Hills and Valleys of Chasing Your Dreams

I was 23 when I ventured the land of Great Britain to join the massive crew of Overseas Filipino Workers as a nurse. I was one of the "COVID batch" and thankfully survived the pandemic working in the frontline.

As to my previous blogs on the ups and downs on getting my Nursing PIN, I have come here again to show a little bit of a picture after that.

Straight after getting my PIN, O worked through all the trainings I need to provide quality care for my patients as the demands go on as to being a Neuroscience Nurse. I always look up to all the Nurse In-Charge as to how they handle the shift with all the patients making sure they support their colleagues throughout the shift. I aimed for that. I always tell myself that one day I will be on that same position. With that in mind, I always make sure that in every shift and every bay I handle, my patients received the quality care they deserve, and I think Filipino nurses are well known for that: to always give there best; the best smile, the best care.

After 2 years, I was given a chance to do further trainings to become a Nurse Incharge within the department. I know, others may say it took me a long time, because I have known people that they become Nurse Incharge in their wards in just a quick span of time. I didn't overthink my situation just to avoid any heartbreaks and knowing that everyone has there own timeline, so I should have mine as well.

First day of being a nurse in-charge, I always tell myself I can do it since I have been doing it in the Philippines for a year just before leaving to the UK, plus I have a great support from the Sisters and Charge Nurses. It all went well and they decided to give me shifts as Nurse Incharge.

After several shifts as Nurse In-Charge, I tested myself and applied as a Band 6 Sister in our department since few wards are in need. They mentioned they needed 3 people. I submitted my application and I got accepted for the interview. Even when I was on my month long holiday in the Philippines, I studied and prepared for the interview, thinking that there's a lot of chances on winning. Unfortunately, I didn't get the job since I don't have enough experience yet and ranked 4th on the interview. Oh well. I was just thinking I just need to learn more and do more.

After a few months, another job opening for a Ward Sister was posted and they said they needed 2 but 2 different interviews. The optimistic Self did it again and applied. I prepared, studied, and all. Unfortunately, one the first interview, I was just few points away, still, I didn't get the job. I was still hopeful, "There is still one more interview I can ace that since I was just a few points away." Lo and behold, I didn't get the job AGAIN. I was heartbroken. Maybe it was because of my pride as well. I was silent. Most of my colleagues in the ward was saying there will always be another Band 6 Sister opening that will come soon, I just always smile and just think that they are just saying that to comfort me.

January 2023, I received a group email from the Neuro Education team about an opportunity to join the hospital's Preceptorship Team as Preceptorship Facilitator. As I was reading the Job Description and Person Specification, I was glued to it, yet still having doubts about myself as to my recent pitfalls in job applications.

I talked to my boyfriend about it and we read it all over again. He encouraged me to apply for it saying that my personality will fit into teaching and supporting newly qualified nurses.

After how many doubts, prayers, and encouragements, and just a few days before the closing of the application, I finally had the courage to apply.

I was on my birthday holiday in Morocco when I received an email for invitation for interview by 1st week of February and to prepare a shirt presentation.

During that time, I don't want to tell anyone that O am applying for another Band 6 job but with a different team because of the shame that was brought from previous declines. I just approached my ward manager to spare me a day of annual leave for me to prepare my presentation and asked him to keep the secret for himself of me applying for this job. (Thank you, Ward Manager 😅)

The day has come that I will have my online interview and presentation, I even borrowed my friend's laptop since I don't have one and my boyfriend's laptop camera is playing up (Thanks Ate Ruth 😅). It was nerve wrecking yet I really enjoyed it! Even my boyfriend on the side, listening, said it was really impressive and I look so happy and seems like I enjoyed it very much (or maybe he just said it because he's my boyfriend 🤣) .

The panel told me that it will be a long wait for the result since they will still interview one more candidate and they didn't know when the interview is. THE WAITING GAME IS ALWAYS THE HARDEST.

After a week of waiting, I received a call from an unknown number, I was so nervous having the thought of the result. "We would like to offer you the job." That's it! I was shouting on the phone after hearing those words. Yeeeey!!! I was jumping around while still on the phone. I just can't believe it. Of course I said yes on taking the job. Finally!

After all the rejections, when something is for you, it is for you. God will never be late, never early. Just in time. In a few weeks time, I will start my new job role. Yey, new uniform waiting as well 🎉🤣

It's still the first 3 months of the year and a lot has happened already. After 2 weeks of saying yes to the job offer, I also said yes to my ex-boyfriend, now fiancé .

I always say this line which is always true: "He makes all things beautiful in His time."

Night shift Nurse Incharge. Few hours after I receive the job offer for Preceptorship Facilitator. 🎉

#UKRN #Pinoy #Filipino

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natromanxoff · 4 years ago

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Queen live at Elland Road in Leeds, UK - May 29, 1982 (Part-2)

Fan Stories

“We got a coach from my home town (about 2 hours from memory) and drank an ocean of lager on the way, by the time we got there we needed the toilet so badly we could have exploded! We got into the stadium and waited for the first band of the day. Soon enough a not very well known (to me) American band came on called Heart. They weren't bad but did nothing for me. Then came The Teardrop Explodes who tried and who I reckoned did quite well despite the flying bottles of liquid being hurled at them from the crowd. After them was Joan Jett complete with Blackhearts who got the crowd going with "I Love Rock'n'Roll" mainly because Brian appeared at the side of the stage with his daughter to have a look. Eventually after a long wait the stage lights dimmed and a strange cranking sound started up and then you were suddenly aware of the drum beat to Flash thumping out and spotlights chasing around the stadium. This went on for a minute or so and the excitement was unbearable. All of a sudden in an explosion of smoke, lights, guitars, drums... Brian, John and Roger are there blasting out the opening part of The Hero. Seconds later in a gleaming white leather jacket out runs Freddie and it begins... A moment I will never forget along with many others from Queen shows since and before it. I can't say which show was my favourite as I loved them all but that moment WAS Queen, the sheer power, the anticipation, the fantastic musical ability and above all else the way they gave people what they crave more than anything... wonderful memories.” - whiteman

“29th May 1982 - a really nice warm day. We only lived a few miles away so walked down to Elland Road - I can't believe it - Queen live in my home town at the home of the greatest football team in the country (well maybe not now!). Got to the ground early and were allowed in by security, such a relaxed atmosphere. Saw band's soundcheck - great! So hot sun, never went behind stadium roofs. Got best suntan I have ever had! Heard Teardrop Explodes - not bad. Then you are aware of the beat of flash thumping out around the stadium, the smoke rises and bang - they are on! The greatest gig I have ever seen from the greatest live band in history. God bless you, Brian, Roger and John. Rest in peace, Freddie - we will never forget.” - Michael Quine

“This was my second ever gig, the first being Rory Gallagher the year before (I am sure I once read that Rory was one of Brian May's favourite guitarists). Anyway, being only 14 and not yet in the habit of getting off my face at gigs,I can remember that day very clearly. I am convinced I saw someone throw a hamburger at Julian Cope (Teardrop Explodes were going down like a lead balloon), and just as Julian was opening his gob to sing, he CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH. A huge cheer went up, then they stomped off. Somebody, possibly Queen's manager, came on and told everbody to behave. I also remember a fan getting on stage and Freddie expertly rolling him off the stage. I didnt like the Hot Space album much but was chuffed they were still a hard rock band. I bought the next edition of Kerrang mag and the write up of the gig said STUNNING. Great memory.” - Edwin

“I was 15 years old in 1982 when I attended my first ever concert. Fortunately for me, it was QUEEN's show at Leeds AFC ground in the North of England. I remember when my ticket arrived in the post, possibly 2-3 months before the concert, as was often the case in those days. I stuck my ticket on a cork notice board in my bedroom and could barely contain my excitement over the coming weeks. Every morning, I would wake up and look at the yellow ticket, wishing the days away. I imagined everything that could go wrong would. Queen would cancel the gig, I would break my leg, the family pet would die on the morning of the concert and it would be too insensitive of me to go, the transport wouldn't turn up or would break down, there would be a pile up on the motorway, I'd lose my ticket en route, etc, etc. As it turned out, May 29th 1982 was a hot and sunny day, perfect weather for an outdoor gig. I was CRAZY about Queen and had been since the age of 9 but I really didn't know what to expect on that day. Myself and three friends took a coach organised by my Dad's company from Lancashire across the M62 motorway to Leeds. Our excitement began to really take a hold when we arrived at the football ground and we followed the droves of people towards the turnstiles. To me, this was something on a really big scale and I could already hear the hum of the crowd inside. Not really believing that we were actually about to witness a Queen concert, we found our seats on the West Stand, offering a great view of the stage. I remember marvelling at Queen's new lighting rig and the equipment that adorned the stage, shining in the afternoon sunshine. The ground was almost full at this point and the pitch was heaving with people. The atmosphere was relaxed as people bathed in the sunshine. I remember two guys climbing the fence from the stand and attempting to get a better spot by running into the crowd and losing themselves on the pitch. Their efforts were in vain however as they were quickly located and ejected back into the stand by two security guards. We bought some black Hot Space tour shirts (I wore mine with pride until it literally fell apart) and a programme from a vendor inside the ground and waited for the first band to take the stage. A guy near us shouted and punched his way through Heart's set and then left just as they vacated the stage. Obviously not a Queen fan! The Teardrop Explodes suffered at the hands of the Queen congregation and found themselves battling against a shower of bottles and assorted missiles. Other than that, I don't really remember much about the support bands. I think that Bow Wow Wow were billed to play (an odd choice) but I can't recall if they actually turned up. No matter, we were about to witness what is still one of the best gigs I have ever attended.

As the dusk descended upon us, the giant floodlights were extinguished one by one and the memory of the roar that followed still sends shivers down my spine. Dry ice drifted across the heads of the crowd on the pitch as the intro tape of Flash thumped out of the PA and the strange 'grating' noises added to the recording created a foreboding atmosphere. Two of our party were on the pitch and to this day remember their chests thumping in unison to the powerful rhythm. A sea of hands clapped in perfect time to the beat. To me, this was already an amazing experience. And then the big moment. Freddie, resplendent in dazzling white made his entrance to The Hero and the blaze of the lights. An apt number to start with. Before he had even sung a note, the audience were locked tightly in the palm of his hand. Such an entrance, such a showman. "You're a F***in amazing crowd", he exclaimed after the first rush. The beginning of the gig is, in truth, my strongest memory of the show itself. In particular, the "Flash!!!" vocals cutting through the night air with so much volume. I recall being shocked at the sheer power of Queen's performance and the clarity of the huge sound they harnessed. Morgan Fisher's keyboards during 'Action This Day' sounded bright and hypnotic. Freddie's intro to Fat Bottomed Girls caused quite a response too; "the bigger the t*t the better it is!". I also remember the follow spots darting wildly over the crowd during 'Tie Your Mother Down' and everybody going crazy. Oddly enough (and this is something I still swear by to this day), I was in a Maths lesson at school the following Monday and I swear I had a flashback of this and could actually 'hear' the music being re-played in my head. It was a weird moment and life was never quite the same again. We talked endlessly about our experience for months to come and one of my biggest regrets is not jumping on a train to attend the filmed Milton Keynes show a week later. Having been to so many gigs since, I can honestly say that there is nobody who has been able to top Queen live; I was lucky enough to see the band five times between 1982 and 1986, including Wembley Stadium and their last show at Knebworth. I think that my personal favourite was their performance at the NEC in Birmingham on 'The Works' tour in 1984. People were literally stood there with open mouths, unable to believe how good they were. Leeds is definitely up there too. I recall Brian May stating that he thought it was one of their best performances ever. I can't argue with that Mr May. I've often wondered if an audience shot cine film or even just photographs exist from the Leeds gig. It would be a dream come true to see my memories come to life again.” - Keith Lambert

“I can't believe it was 30 years ago that I attended my first ever gig at Elland Rd Leeds in 1982. I was 17 years old at the time, I was into Queen when I first heard seven seas of rhye, which was so different to all the other stuff around at the time. I'd heard them live on tv, and had Live Killers. Also I used to buy bootleg cassettes of all of their tours from 74 onwards. But nothing could prepare me for that day. They should have played this gig at Old Trafford Manchester, my home town, so I was gutted when the residents opposed it. Tickets were very easy to come by, believe it or not, cos Queen were not seen as a relevant band at that time. Also touring the Hot Space album didn't seem to excite anybody. So, Billy no mates had to go on his own, haha. My memory is a bit hazy, but I will try my best. I got to the ground about 1pm, and was lucky enough to have a pitch ticket. I got right to the front, well about 10 yards from the stage, slightly off centre and to the right. If I told you I never moved from that spot all day and never spoke to anyone, would you believe me? One of the reasons for this is the rivalry between Manchester and Leeds, also I was only a kid, haha. Not sure who was first on, probably Teardrop Explodes, Julian Cope, I remember while they were throwing bottles at him, picked one up and started hitting himself with it and stretching his arms out saying he was an Argentinian bomber or something. It was during the Falklands war, remember. Then Heart came on, not really my cup of tea, and I had a lie down on the tarpaulin and tried to go to sleep. Then Joan Jett, who was better than the rest, but not really exciting. During the band changes, I remember the roadies polishing Roger's drum kit and climbing up ropes and those threepronged lights, which before I saw them move I thought they were cameras. Queen took ages to come on. From my recollection and I might be wrong, they didn't come on until 10pm and went off around Midnight. I heard later that they got fined so much per minute for being late on stage but they wanted to wait until it was dark for the lighting rig to take effect. If you watch the Bowl DVD you will notice it was light when they came on stage there. But that was being filmed by Channel 4. But it was absolutely pitch black when they came on stage at Leeds. Then the floodlights went off, smoke started to appear and strange noises started, which I can't describe, sorry. Then Flash's Theme started, it was loud, very, very loud. I knew they were supposed to be loud and this was the part that scared me. The ground was thumping, the bass just pumping away. The these 'cameras' flicked into life, with men on them. The intro seemed to last for a very long time. Then BANG Brian appears with the first chord of The Hero and a flash of the biggest white light I've ever seen and will never forget and the absolute loudest noise I have ever heard just hit me. The intro was quite in comparrision to this. When I play Live at the Bowl, I tend to repeat the intro and The Hero, virtually every time, because it was definitely a life changing experience for me at that moment, just incredible. Then Freddie appeared in brilliant white again, I was that close, I swear His hair seemed blue because of the mass of white lights. His voice, so loud, so clear, honestly, I can't describe that moment properly. I heard Freddie swear, saw Roger spitting, quite a lot, over his drum kit and onto the stage, I was bewildered.

When they did Play The Game and also Somebody To Love, when Freddie was doing the intros for them and it will sound strange to those that weren't there, but I didn't know what the songs were. I thought they was new unreleased songs. The reason was they was so loud, It kind of deafened you and then kind of sunk in what they were about to play. Then the rest of the gig flew by and I was singing my head off. Everyone was, but you could only hear Queen. Again my memory may be wrong, but I read afterwards that Queen had paid for residents to move out of their homes for the day. These houses were monitored and they said that the sound was like Concorde flying 10 feet over your head... Yep I will buy that. For all that and for all the bad things said about it, The Works tour, which I went to all the 4 origional England gigs they had planned, was the best tour they ever did. The set list was fantastic and the lighting rig was incredible. Not as loud, I also add. I also saw them in Manchester, 86. They had to be off stage by 10pm and noise levels had to be adhered to. I was too far awy to see them and the screens didn't come on because it was too light. Also I couldn't here them properly. I've watched the mMagic Tour gigs on DVD etc, but for me, that was the poorest tour they ever did. So that's it, hopefully some of you can confirm my bad memory, or say I'm wrong. Hopefully not bored you all. But it was the greatest musical experience I ever witnessed and I am proud I was there.” - Paul Wakefield

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quinn-tessence · 3 years ago

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California Dreamin’

Part 2

Feeling like getting myself galvanized again by the experience of travelling to see a concert after these past years under “house arrest". Luckily, one character is at the right place and right time to take me just where I want to be, a concert that happened way before my time.

Heavy inspiration from Creedence and Tina, with Joaquin Phoenix as lead character in perpetuity. Starting to think I need rehab 🤦‍♀️😂

Pairing: Doc Sportello x Reader (as Penny Kimball, Deputy DA)

Summary: you are still contemplating Doc's crackpot invitation to move in with him, but he'd prepared an unexpected night that would solidify his closing argument.

Length: 3k words

Warnings: smoking pot, reckless driving, careless adolescent-like behavior by consenting adults 😂 totally shameless much needed comfort piece.

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Bringing a pizza had been an excuse to drop by, but his fridge was emptier than the beach in mid winter. Sometimes you wondered if his only nourishment was that grass. How he wasn't constantly munching on something was beyond you, or perhaps it was merely the effect of years of daily exposure. Light smoker, hear that!

Munching on each other really wasn't a healthy substitute, so it wasn't long before the pizza became a thing of the past as he scrolled through channels while you laid over his chest. Somehow, you'd nuzzled closer and closer to him as the months went by, and it wasn't the joints speaking on your behalf. Now that he could feel how effortlessly it came to you, he'd learned you craved his kisses on your forehead and his fingertips stroking your scalp as if you were a kitten demanding all his attention. He didn't need a PHD to figure that out, yet his inexplicable success as a P.I. must have come from a natural talent of piecing together what others couldn't.

For months you'd tried to keep whatever this was in check, refusing to be distracted from your career. You'd built that with blood, sweat and tears, it defined you, made you walk with pride in your step and brought a fierceness to your expression that commanded respect. You weren't gonna let this hippie private detective living in a dump with seemingly no care in the world threaten that. How he'd snoop around in that worn out hat and sun glasses, his hair reflecting the state of his house, and yet here you were.

Secretly, you envied that live-and-let-live ease about him, wanting all of that for yourself with him in the center, but educated caution warned against the flimsiness of your inner dreamer. You were well aware he had that side chick he was chasing, but you'd never discussed exclusivity until now. You hoped she'd broken him so badly he'd just not want her back, but then again, perhaps you'd been the side chick all this time. Him asking you to consider moving in was more unexpected than his phone call earlier, yet his unpredictability was the chink in your armor. Somehow, he'd seeped right through it.

"I have a groovy thing I wanna go to tomorrow. I think you'd like it", he hummed as his toes wiggled to a tune in his head you couldn't possibly figure out.

"Cause we have so many common interests", you retorted in a haughty tone, promising to yourself to try and loosen that up around him. Cuddling closer to his chest, he chuckled at your sharpening claws.

"You might be surprised", he stubbed the bud in the ashtray and sat back down for your comfort. "Come with me. Take the day off tomorrow. We stay in bed, get some of that takeout you like, windows open, tube on full blast, we'll keep the neighbors entertained, mm?", despite your previous tone, his fingers kept stroking your hair.

"You're nuts, I have to be in court all day tomorrow!"

"Fine, Ms. Deputy DA", he must have rolled his eyes judging by his concession from quite an appealing plan. "I'll pick you up at 7. It's starting at 8 pm and we need to drive there pronto."

"For you and I to show face anywhere together, you need to wash that hair and trim those mutton chops, you hear me? Come tomorrow and you're looking like this, I'm back in the courthouse."

"What?" He seemed genuinely surprised as he run his fingers through his facial hair. "My mutton chops are neat."

"Not when you look like a fuzzy middle aged bear, they don't", you kissed the nook of his neck tenderly. "Where are you planning on taking me?"

"Nah-nah-nah. But your suit won't do for this. You can wear these shades and something less uptight", he slipped his sunglasses on your eyes and peppered your nose with kisses.

"I don't own hippie clothes, Doc."

"Of course you don't", he rolled his eyes once more at being reminded you belonged to a different class. "I'll figure something out. But tonight, you won't need any. Of. Those", the yen in his eyes driving his fingers to lift up your shirt enough to uncover your skin inch by inch.

There had been no time to drop back by your apartment in the morning and change clothes, thank god for the shirts in your trunk. Even so, your sudden disappearance the night before had been remarked on plenty. You played along and fought off the distraction of last night's multiple orgasms and tonight's surprise, the case would always take priority. Yet you checked your watch like a nervous tic, one more aspect your pals tauntingly quipped about.

7:10 on a Friday and you were still in the courtroom, the prosecutor sure loved to prolong his closing statements to put on a show. Pompous prick! 7:20 found you grabbing your bag and almost smashing through the front door, once again ditching your group and scanning the parking lot for his grey 64 Dodge Dart. Thankfully, he'd listened to you and parked all the way across the block. You bit your lip to stifle a giggle, hoping you'd not be seen fleeing with him. You could easily foretell your colleague's remarks even to your face - "this fucking guy, Penny, really?", but they didn't know him like you did.

Approaching the car in your high heels and suit, he threw the cigarette bud out the window as he started the engine to meet you half way, opening the car door for you to jump in mid drive. Foolish, downright preposterous, but your heartbeat accelerating had nothing to do with your sprint to the car. The instant you'd laid eyes on his fine kempt hair and scar on his stubbled lip, you knew just how smitten you really were. Of course he hadn't trimmed his signature mutton chops, but you relished the palette of color on his face, from the darkest eyebrows crowning the biggest green eyes to the tiniest white hair in his beard.

"Howdy, stranger", he furtively smirked at you as he drove onto 6th Street.

"I asked you to park there so we can keep this out of sight, Doc, what the hell?"

"Take a chill pill, baby girl," he chuckled with characteristic nonchalance. "Your friends were too preoccupied kissing each others' asses to care whose car you're jumping into. Here, puff this up for me."

His frankness and lack of censorship regarding his admiration towards your profession was infuriating, yet so refreshing you craved it. He'd just handed you a joint, how surprising.

"You shouldn't be smoking this in the car, Larry...", you almost choked on the puff you'd just taken.

Stopping at the red light, he took off his shades and eyed your suit in disapproval. The electric feel of his meadow green eyes up and down your body without even a single touch had only amplified after all these months.

"Alright, ma'! Can you just chill and let me take care of you for one evening in my own way? Who knows, maybe you'll get off that high horse and even enjoy it."

"You know what? Fuck you, ok?"

"Hey, right on", he chuckled at having scratched your itch. "Later, if you insist. But you need to get outta those threads. Check the bag on the backseat, put on what's in there. And yes, before you state the obvious, you will be changing clothes in the car."

Pesky bastard and his damned charisma, he was right to call you on your bullshit. How could you be mad when the wind flew freely through his fresh locks weathered by the sun as he snuck a few peeks at you, awaiting an acid comeback. You had none, so you kissed his fuzzy cheek and reached for the bag.

"What am I gonna do with your linen green shirt and a garland, Doc?"

"What do you think? Here," spliff between his lips, he took both hands off the wheel to untie his belt and hand it to you. "Tie this around and you're all set."

Regardless of your bickering, you undressed on the passenger seat while chastising him to keep his eyes on the road. Ripping the price tag on the cowboy boots and slipping into them, you felt uncomfortably comfortable.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it? Look at you, outtasight, girl! We're almost there. Do me a favor - let down your hair, and put this on", he handed you a summer scarf the color of his eyes and the sea at midday.

"That's two favors", you quibbled as you unbraided your hair to let it wild over your shoulders. "Where are you taking me, anyway?"

"Somewhere hip, you'll find out soon enough."

"Are we going to some hippie retreat? You know that's just how I want to spend my evenings", the sarcasm in your tone was pointless as you heard it out loud.

"Well... judging by last night, and last week, and the week before and so on, I'd say you dig that. Put the scarf on already, we're almost there."

The taste of his lips at the red light was enough to convince you to follow his lead, the effect of the spliff loosening your tension and traversing your muscles to a much needed state of Friday evening chill. You couldn't see, but you clearly heard the rumble outside as he looked for a parking space, casually pointing out how all spots were taken cause you couldn't meet him on time. Engine off, he opened your door and helped you out in a hurry towards a noisy entrance.

Holding your hand wasn't enough to get you through the crowd safely, so he wrapped his arm around you, clarifying to someone how you were blindfolded as a surprise. No further questions asked after you confirmed you had no idea where he'd brought you, so he rushed you through what smelled and sounded like a stadium. Within short minutes of making room through a sea of people, he stopped and your heart galloped at the excitement.

As he took the blindfold off, the place was bustling but your eyes had frozen stiff on his own even in the late August heat and stuffy atmosphere at The Forum in Inglewood. His goddamn eyes were the luster in your darkness. He'd kept your back turned to the stage, his fingers running through your hair delicately despite the crowd already cheering and whistling. Bringing you closer so you'd hear him, he whispered "Why don't we make this our anniversary, baby doll?" and stole a peck off your lips as the crowd lost their minds in unison to the first riffs of Run Through The Jungle.

Turning to the stage faster than one two three, your heart poured out of your chest, your face contorted and your mouth fell agape at the sight and swamp blues sound of your favorite band. You hadn't yet seen them live cause of your shit schedule, which meant you'd had to put in the extra time whenever they had played close to home. Creedence Clearwater Revival on stage before you, their sound soothing your soul with every disc you'd bought religiously, now sinking through your bones from head to toe like ravenous thunder. You could easily cry yet you let out the loudest of groupie shrieks as you jumped to Doc's arms.

"Oh my god, Doc!!! How did you know?!", you practically screamed your lungs out at him, the radiant smile on his face at your euphoria had dispersed any desires to ever return to your life without him. Looking mighty fine himself with fresh wavy hair locks over his forehead, his linen shirt and the sandals, but his naturally contoured emerald eyes stole your breath away withour fault.

"That night at your place", he shouted back, "I found your collection of discs. I wouldn't have taken you for a Creedence fan, Ms. Executive DA, but look at you, so beautiful tonight, you're glowing!"

His lips kissed you one last time before he turned you towards the stage, urging you to go with the flow as your exaltation reached new heights hearing the riffs to I Heard It Through The Grapevine.

There you were, wearing his shabby hippie long shirt smelling of cologne, tobacco and him, his soft arms around you, mutton chops brushing your flushed cheeks, your limbs mellowed and fervent at the same time. Whomever she was, you wanted her to stay. You laughed and danced in his arms remembering how your heart had fell on a Creedence line when you'd first seen him, hello Doc, goodbye heart, and how wild horses couldn't make you stay away. For once in a dreadfully long time, you finally felt free and wild, finally allowing yourself to enter his devil-may-care world and exult in every step you took closer to him.

He'd been there for months, and even if you'd thrown him to the feds just yesterday, the glimmer in his eyes spoke of how little that had mattered. Surprising was an understatement, underneath that adorable fuzziness lay that attentiveness your previous partners would have found threatening of their masculinity, and you were done ignoring and hiding it away from prying eyes. This had somehow become serious somewhere along the way, and even if you couldn't put your finger on when it happened, him tapping his foot to Keep On Chooglin' and humming John Fogerty's lyrics into your ear had leveled all your walls.

The best hour of your life had wrapped up, yet you were far from coming down from the cloud, each step you took guided by his hand felt like floating on air. In a sea of satisfied faces heading towards the exit, you radiated with an feverish ardor for more, and you'd just realized you couldn't give two shits if anyone saw you together. There was nowhere you'd rather be tonight than here, holding his hand and running towards the car in a warm summer night shower.

"Doc!!! Oh my god!!! You rascal, I can't believe you did this!", you bristled with euphoria in a smile he'd not been privy to before tonight.

"Rascal, huh?", the smirk in the corner of his lips gave away how he'd noticed it and already bottled it up.

"Yesss", you blurted giddily.

"But that's why you like me, baby doll", he lit another spliff and handed it to you as he headed out of the parking lot and into the first drive-through.

"That's what keeps you coming back, isn't it? If we're being honest now, I didn't need to put in the effort for tonight, but I wanna see you radiating like this more often." Waiting in queue for the order he'd just given, you ran your hand through his damp hair and nuzzled to his chest realizing how badly you got a kick out of his wit, and just how right he was.

"If you mean that, then you'd better stop by a pharmacy so I buy a new toothbrush for tonight", your fingers running through his chest hairs down his shirt's v-line sensing a faster heartbeat.

"Are you serious?" his voice faltered as his hand removed your locks of hair off your forehead to catch a glimpse of your face.

"If you are." You looked at him and hoped you'd not be following white rabbits in your quest for his heart that might have belonged to another. "I wasn't expecting tonight. I'm just... really happy..."

"2 menus, $4.20", the cashier repeated rather obfuscated at Doc's absentmindedness.

You handed a 10 and asked her to keep the change as he tried to put some words together through a smile from ear to ear.

"I'll bring some stuff over, but you'll drop your side chick. You know, the one you don't have." His forehead furrowed, but he laughed as if caught red-handed. He, of course, denied all charges nonchalantly, attributing them to your paranoia.

"Why would I ask that if I had plans of keeping a side chick, you little daffy?"

Assuring him you'd cash in on that check tonight, you asked to find a spot to eat and turned up Rock Vault Radio. Driving far up the hill on an adjacent quiet road, you'd fed him almost the whole bag of fries as you both sang to the music, but he turned the car around facing the night city lights and pulled the hand brake.

Those burgers weren't the most delicious treat in his car. The same concurrent thought through your minds as he hummed at the nightlights and starry sky, but turned his attention to you languidly yet with clear intent. His fingertips gently to your chin, his eyes devoured your lip as he unconsciously bit his own, and you were already smoldering the moment he beckoned you closer.

Tugging at his shirt with greedy fingers, the fire in his eyes enhanced their color to glisten with the same gluttony as yours, an educated guess confirmed by the taste of his lips on yours in a heart beat. As you gasped for air, his fingers had already undone your belt and his palms had found their way underneath the shirt-dress. Mouth gobbling at your neck, all senses on overload as the windows steamed up from the heat of your bodies, his gravelly voice demanding that you get your bodacious ass on the backseat. You followed without hesitation, yet you were surprised when he went round the car to the same backdoor.

"Come here", he snuggled next to you, yet his fingers effortlessly slid your undies to the floor, his hands groping your feet and dragging you almost halfway out the door.

An empty dark road, a car with dripping foggy windows and his knees in the damp grass, he lodged your feet on the headrests and sunk his face between your thighs as he watched you let him unplug you from your world. You may have shrieked yourself to exhaustion at the concert, but you'd saved your acoustic symphonies for him albeit unaware his tongue would demand them on the backseat of his car on a quiet road overlooking the city lights. The thrill of the night had already penetrated your bones, but the things he'd do to you had no equivalent outside his bed. Or his car, for that matter, so you let him have his crafty ways; the better he'd do, the more you'd encourage until you had no breath left to scream out his name no more.

Dazed and confused at the rejuvenating effects his mouth had on you, your fingers grabbed his shirt and pulled him on the backseat next to you. Straddling him between your thighs and quickly undoing his pants, sinking him inside of you ripped the grunt from his throat you relished in as your personal savory. The crescendo of your wails were his exclusively, quickly throwing you both into that state you hungered off each other but no amount of kissing would satiate.

You'd forgotten who you really were, hiding behind a mound of paperwork, late hours and expensive courtroom suits, yet the thrill of feeling like an 18 year old you'd secretly chased ever since. Who would have thought you'd find it in his arms at a concert and on the backseat of his car as he brought you closer and closer to shivers and tremors once more. As greedy as he was, tonight the glint in his eyes spoke that he'd be taking you home for the weekend, and you wouldn't want to leave by the end of it. He could be right, yet you'd let him keep on giving his best nonetheless, and his palms on your waist as he disheveled into you had just induced one more session of intense muscle spasms traversing your whole body to confirm the veracity of his educated guess.

Zero visibility, but there hadn't been any headlights passing by since he'd parked here. Your fingers entangled deep in his hair, you pinned him on the headrest when all the poor man wanted was to breathe, but he cuddled you so close to his chest, you could easily swoon in his arms. It had been a damn decade since you last felt this way, a naive thrill inside screaming the words at the top of your lungs. You just giggled instead, your thumbs tracing circles over his mutton chops as he blinked sluggishly, revealing galaxies more stunning than you'd ever seen on the night sky.

"Let's motor the fuck outta here", he tucked himself back into his briefs as you tried to get yourself back to a decent state of dress.

"Aren't we gonna eat?!"

"We did what we came here for, doll, we can eat on the drive back home". He winked at you with a satisfied grin plastered all over his face, and as he stole one last kiss, it had just dawned on you that home could very well be with him.

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karls-writing-space · 3 years ago

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『 Backstory 』

➵ Any TWs? :

➵ Subtle Mentions of Transphobia.

➵ Beau Romano - his deadname being Bianca - was born a year after his older sister, Faye. He lived with his semi-wealthy parents, Camilia and Dylan Romano in Manitoba.

When he was in second grade, Beau began to have a big sprout of creativity. He had drawn pictures of people and anthropomorphic animals, and create small little tales about these people/animals he has drawn. He Drew more and more of these as time slowly passed, and he enjoyed telling stories about these drawings. This had grown into a hobby, and something he enjoyed thoroughly.

His older sister came out when she was nine that she felt like a girl and that she was attracted to girls. Now, their parents are very accepting people and proceeded to assist and support Faye - who was formerly known as Lovino - get what she needed to transition.

Beau happily cheered on his big sister on, supporting her and showering her with love. He celebrated her transitions and her relationships happily, happy that he had such a prideful older sister.

By the time Beau was ten, he had begun to experiment with his sexuality by feeling some weird way towards a guy in music class. He talked with this guy more and more, and these feelings continued to grow.

After a couple of weeks, he felt the same way towards a girl in music class too. The feeling for the boy stayed, but now he had feelings for a boy and a girl.

One day, while walking to school with his mom, he heard two girls behind him talking about the people they liked. One of the girls had said that she was Bisexual, to which little Beau tugged on his mother's sleeve and asked what "Bisexual" meant. The woman explained that it was when someone liked two or more genders.

Beau put that into thought, and not even a minute later, he exclaimed "I'm Bisexual!"

His mom smiles and ruffled her son's - then daughter's - head. While Beau was still a kid, and she thought that Beau didn't know what he was talking about, the boy knew exactly what he was talking about.

Those feelings of the boy and girl faded over time. When Beau was twelve, he had fallen for another person. There had been this really cute girl in class who enjoyed drawing, and boy, what a talented artist she is.

Slowly, but surely, Beau began to fall in love with this girl, and spent time with her. Months went by, and the two had fallen in love.

The girl had confessed to Beau, which he accepted.

These two were a great, healthy Lesbian couple at the time. They were both very happy and loving. Beau had welcomed his girlfriend into the family, to which they welcomed with open arms.

The relationship lasted for two years until they fell out of love. The spark was gone. Their breakup wasn't nasty - they awkwardly stated that they lost that romantic spark on both sides. Beau had turned thirteen at the time. Beau and his ex-lover are on good terms to this day.

Once puberty hit, Beau looked at the body he had at the moment. He didn't quite fit with how it was. It made him feel like he didn't fit in a girl's body. He wanted to cut off his developing melons. So, he decided to talk to Faye later that evening, whom had fully transitioned. She was a beautiful woman. As he talked to her about what had been up, Faye stated that Beau could be Transgender, and even gave him a few articles on Gender Dysphoria.

Weeks of looking into gender identities later, Beau took the label "Trans Male" and used it to describe himself. With encouragement from Faye, he came out to his parents, who accepted him. He didn't want to transition as quickly as Faye, and wanted to take it slow. Testosterone and binding first.

As he grew older, Beau got bullied for being a Transgender Bisexual man. He was experiencing Transphobia from a few of his fellow peers. He knew that not everyone would accept him for being who he was, but this hurt quite a bit. Being bullied for this wasn't fair - he had every right to express himself! - but nooo, people were idiots.

His love for writing had grown more and more over the years. He began to write little stories that he presented in school and posted online. People loved his little stories. Whether they were fanfiction or characters and universes he had created in his head, they received a lot of positive feedback. Sure, there were haters, bullies, trolls, and rude people in general, but Beau didn't pay attention to them too much.

Beau had gotten top surgery when he was fifteen. He had been on testosterone for a year, and he had been binding for that time being. He loved his new, flat chest. Sure, he would have a scar on his chest from the surgery, but it didn't really bother him. He was happy that his tibbies were deleted. Now he could feel like a guy somewhat.

During the time passed from fourteen and fifteen years old, Beau had been watching a show known as "Total Drama" with Faye. The show was appealing to the young teen. The risky challenges were entertaining, most of the cast was likable, and it was really entertaining for the young boy. He'd talk about joining the show every now and then and would think about what his label or cliche would be on the show.

Timeskip to now, Beau and Faye are sixteen and seventeen respectively. After watching an ad to audition for the next season of Total Drama, Faye looked over at her little brother.

"Hey... You should audition to be on there!"

Beau, liking the idea, auditioned for the show. Once his audition was seen, Beau was invited to be on a season of Total Drama.

『 Voice Claim 』

youtube

『 Miscellaneous Facts』

➵ Theme Song

youtube

➵ Quotes

"O-Oh, hello...!"

"I'm Beau. It's nice to meet you!"

"It's too people-y in there. I-I'd like to stay right here."

"He's... Kinda pretty."

"Are you lonely? I could hang out with you if you'd like."

"I-It's not a diary! It's just a journal that I put my writing and ideas in."

"Sorry, I'd rather be by myself. I-It's nothing personal -- I j-just don't like large groups of people."

"Sorry... I'm rambling again, aren't I? Sorry about that..."

"He's a... He's a man. And I'm just a boy."

"Ciao, bello..!" (Hello, handsome..!)

"Aren't you guys a little too old for a bedtime story?"

"Fine, fine. Once upon a time, there were a few guys on an island who needed to go the fuck to sleep. G'night, guys."

"What do you mean that 'isn't a good bedtime story? I think it's a brilliant story."

"Fine... There was once this God named Fóllame de lado-"

"Hey - do you wanna fuck around with the others?"

"H-Hey! I apologize for interrupting what you were doing, but... I'd like to confess something if that's o-okay? Look, I'll cut to the chase. I... love you, dude. And not in some bromance way. Like... I have romantic feelings for you. I love you so much I could scream it to the world..! I hope you f-feel the same way. And if you don't? That's p-perfectly fine."

"Good morning, mio amore."

"Sorry, but could you like, shut up for five seconds? Thanks..."

➵ Ship Names (OC X Crush or OC X OC)

Duncan x Beau = BeauDun/ BeauCan

DJ x Beau = BJ / BeauJ

Alejandro x Beau = AleBeau

Mike x Beau = Meau/Bike

Lightning x Beau = Blightning/BeauLight

Topher x Beau = Beaupher / Beaupher

Shawn x Beau = Sheau / Bawn

➵ Random Facts

• If they're comfortable, Beau calls his male friends "Bello" (Handsome), and his female friends "Bella" (Beautiful).

For Nonbinary folk, it depends on what they prefer.

•Beau has learned how to play the ukelele from Faye.

•He would actually like to go windsurfing sometime!

• Speaking of his sister, she's a well-known acrobat/performer for her age. He admires her for being so talented in such a thing..

• His sister is an extrovert, and more outgoing than Beau. The two are opposites,,but yknow, opposites attract!

•Beau prefers to write stories that are/include horror, action, and supernatural/fantasy. He can write romantic stories, but he doesn't prefer writing things like that.

•He has written some shitty fanfictions when he was younger. He will share them among his friends and laugh at what he wrote.

•The languages he speaks are:

• English

•Italian

• (Some) Spanish. [Italian and Spanish are similar language-wise in a few ways. That, and Beau just wanted to learn Spanish.]

• Respectful boi when it comes to Pronouns, Names, People's likes and dislikes, etc.

•Beau has some family members that live in Italy. He has gone to Italy to visit them numerous times.

• Beau doesn't believe in soulmates. He thinks that it's just some fairytale thing that people believe in. He wants to love someone on his own accord - not someone who the universe was like "Oh, let's put these people together.".

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fire-angel · 4 years ago

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DRAGON HEART

Firebender x ???

Hey guys, just anted to say that if you want, you can request one shots. Also dm me if you want to be tagged to be updated with this series.

Also the parts are somewhat long because I try to fit a whole episode in each part.

Prologue Part 1

PART 2

A few days ago we left the Northern Air Temple, so much happened in the little time we stayed there. I was starting to get along with everyone, except for Sokka that is, we always seem to argue and maybe it's because he hates me??? Because I was Fire Nation, but that's my past. Anyways, the people living in the air temple gifted me a new set of clothes and even warm coats for my journey to the North. I am so thankful for them.

We are now headed towards the North Pole so Aang and Katara can find a water bending master.

"I'm not one to complain, but can't Appa fly any higher?" Sokka says indeed complaining.

Appa does seem tired, we're getting lower and lower to the ocean.

"I have an idea-" Aang says looking back "-why don't we all get on your back and you can fly us to the North Pole?"

"I'd love to! Climb on everyone-" he wiggles his butt at everyone "-Sokka's ready for takeoff!"

Momo jumps up on Sokka in response to his invitation.

"Look, we're all just a little tired and cranky because we've been flying for two days straight." I tell them and Katara agrees.

"And for what?" Sokka exclaims "We can't even find the Northern Water Tribe. There's nothing up here."

Suddenly a noise is heard up ahead. Ice is moving rapidly towards Appa. We all scream and Aang pulls Appa's reigns and avoids the ice, but almost tips us all off the saddle. Appa then moves as another jet of ice erupts out of the waves, but this one slams into Appa's underside, who drops in an uncontrolled spin into the water. Out of the icebergs several ornate wooden skiffs come to surround us.

"They're waterbenders! We found the Water Tribe! " She shouts with excitement.

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Aang gets up " There it is! "

"The Northern Water Tribe..." Katara continues

"We're finally here..." i whisper in awe.

The water benders leads us into their village and through the canals.

The city is loaded with beautiful streams, waterfalls and fountains. They pass another boat with a waterbender and a beautiful young Water Tribe woman with white hair, Sokka focuses on her, blushes and tried to follow her by running down Appa's tail.

"This place is beautiful." Katara says

"Yeah, she is." Sokka replied while looking dreamily at the girl from the boat.

I roll my eyes and look away. From what Katara told me, it seemed to me like he was friendly with a girl from Kyoshi Island a few weeks ago. I start to chuckle.

Sokka turns to me with a serious face "What's your deal?"

"Oh nothing nothing" I wave him off.

Later on we were invited to see the Chief because he wanted to celebrate the Avatars arrival. Katara and I finished getting ready and met up with the boys outside as we started to head out towards their palace.

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We arrive and we take our seats at the table, Katara to my right and Sokka to my left.

I'm admiring everything around us until i hear Sokka whisper.

"You should probably keep to yourself that you're a fire bender-"Wow is he trying to look out for me- " we don't want you scaring people off and ruining the mood if everything"

Ouch. How can he say that? I feel my skin starting to get hot as I was starting to turn that sadness into anger and noticed I was starting to melt a hole on the table and I quickly took my hands away.

"And what's the deal with you literally burning up like some-" Sokka was gonna continue but the Chief was about to speak.

"Tonight, we celebrate the arrival of our brother and sister from the Southern Tribe, and they have brought with them someone very special, someone whom many of us believed disappeared from the world until now. The Avatar! We also celebrate my daughter's 16th birthday. Princess Yue is now of marrying age.

Princess Yue is walking towards us.

Sokka looks at her with wide eyes.

"Thank you, father. May the great Ocean and Moon Spirits watch over us during these troubled times."

"Now, Master Pakku and his students will perform! " the Chief indicates.

As the waterbending show continues, a figure walks behind us and sits down next to Sokka. It’s Princess Yue.

"Hi, there. Sokka, Southern Water Tribe. " He says trying to act all cool.

Princess Yue smiles and bows slightly "Very nice to meet you."

"So... uh... you're a Princess!” She nods and smiles “You know, back in my tribe, I'm kinda like a Prince myself!" He says

I just couldn't hold it in " Ha! Prince of what? "

Now an angry Sokka looking back at me "A lot of things! Uh, do you mind? I'm trying to have a conversation here!"

With a smirk on my face I mock a bow "My apologies, Prince Sokka."

Sokka turns to Yue and attempts to flirt by asking her to do an "activity" or something. What the spirits

Very smooth.

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It's the morning and I'm left alone to wander around the town. Aang and Katara are getting trained, Sokka went to find the princess and I am currently walking up a mountain of ice so I can be high enough to feel the Sun and do some meditation.

I come back to our place at nightfall to see everyone except Sokka is back.

"What did you do today Y/N? Practice your fire bending?" asked Aang.

"No, I was told to not even try that while I'm here, so I just did some meditating"

"What? Who told you that?" Aang asked me seriously concerned "Momo I told you to be nice"

"Don't worry” I laughed “it wasn't Momo and I understand"

Sokka walks in all mopey.

"How's warrior training going?" Katara asked.

In response Sokka kicks a bag on the floor in anger, falls to his knees, and then flops on the bag, using it as a pillow.

"That bad?" Aang asks him.

"No, it's Princess Yue. I don't get it. One minute she wants to go out with me and the next she's telling me to get lost! So how's waterbending training?"

I sit up excited to hear about how it went, but Katara flops onto her sleeping bag, depressed.

“Master Poophead won't teach her because she's a girl." Aang replied.

"Why don't you just teach her, Aang? " I suggest.

Katara raises her head with a smile "Why didn't I think of that? At night, you can teach whatever moves you learned from Master Pakku. That way you have someone to practice with and I get to learn waterbending. Everyone's happy!"

"I'm not happy." Sokka cuts in

"But you're never happy. Come on, Aang."

They go off.

"Hey Y/N, I’ve been thinking about it and I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. It isn’t fair to you. It's just, we've never had a good experience with fire benders. Katara and I personally, we lost our mother because of the Fire Nation..."

I just listen to his story without saying a word until he finished. He tells me about how his mother died and how they are being constantly chased by the Fire Nation because of Aang.

"Look Sokka, I understand the fear and the hate, I really do. I know how dangerous and destructive fire bending and the Fire Nation can be. When I was young, my parents died giving their life for the Fire Nation and so I was raised by my grandfather Jeong Jeong. Growing up I had many try to train me fire bending but they all quit on me because my fire bending was ‘too different’ and at times ‘out of control’. They thought of it as a weakness for the Nation and their pride.....You've seen it first hand, my emotions is like some kind of fuel to it. I burn up every time my feelings get strong and sometimes lose control over it."

"Yeah, like what happened back with Master Jeong Jeong after Aang burned Katara" Sokka recalls.

"Yeah, I end up hurting the people I care about" I look down and take a deep breath before I continue "With time my grandfather realized how wrong the Nation was and their beliefs and decided to escape with me. We barely made it out alive. My grandfather later trained me to have some control over my bending through meditation. He says I'm more powerful than I realize, and that that's why the Nation didn't want me, because they were afraid or something...but now he's gone too."

"Hey, you have us now. We'll be your family and we can help you." He reassures.

"Thanks Sokka. You did have a point though, I should try to keep myself under cover because if the Fire Nation finds out who I am, then we'll be an even bigger target."

"Yeah, we'll protect you Y/N. I promise" he smiles.

Suddenly Aang and Katara comes in with a face with mixed emotions. They sit down and tell us what happened when they tried to train and how Master Pakku caught them and kicked Aang out from his training. We decided to go the next morning to talk to the chief and try to negotiate.

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"What do you want me to do?" says Chief Arnook "Force Master Pakku to take Aang back as his student?"

"Yes – please!" I try to reason for them.

"I suspect he might change his mind if you (looking at Katara) swallow your pride and apologize to him." He says.

"Fine." Katara says clearly unhappy.

"I'm waiting, little girl." Master Pakku smugly says.

"No! No way am I apologizing to a sour old man like you!" As Katara speaks, cracks open in the floor beneath her. She ends up by pointing directly at Master Pakku, her finger almost in his face.

"Uh, Katara..." Aang begins to say

Katara has a look of challenge on her face "I'll be outside – if you're man enough to fight me!"

You can hear a group of gasps

"I'm sure she didn't mean that." I try to say.

"Yeh, I think she did." Sokka replies.

We start to go after Katara this is halfway down the steps of the palace.

"Are you crazy, Katara? You're not gonna win this fight!" Sokka tries to knock some sense into her.

Katara takes off her coat and throws it at Sokka, hitting him in the face "I know! I don't care!"

"You don't have to do this for me. I can find another teacher." Aang tries to reason

"I'm not doing it for you! Someone needs to slap some sense into that guy!" She tels them.

The boys look at me for some help.

"Guys She has a point, I mean if I had a chance to show my old teachers that I was worth bejng taught, I think I would have"

As we reach the bottom of the steps, Master Pakku appears.

"So, you decided to show up?" Katara starts to say but He walks past her "Aren't you gonna fight??

"Go back to the healing huts with the other women where you belong." He says without even glancing her way.

3rd POV

Insanely angry, Katara draws a water whip out of the ground and whips Pakku on the back on the neck. He stops

Master Pakku finally faces her " Fine. You want to learn to fight so bad, study closely! "

He begins to bend and Katara runs towards him but he flings her backwards.

Master Pakku mockingly says "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you!"

Pakku creates a whirlpool and it begins to constrict, but before Katara is knocked back down she swings her arm, almost as if she were swinging a baseball bat, deflecting the wall of water off on a different trajectory. Cut to a shot of the spectators, including Aang and Sokka. The errant wall of water hits Sokka

“OW!”

Katara runs at him with a water whip. He raises a ramp of ice in front of her which she slides up and then back flips off, landing neatly on the guardrail of the citadel steps behind him. Pakku liquefies the ramp and throws it at her while catching her feet in ice. The wave breaks around Katara, however, as she bends it out of the way.

"You can't knock me down!" She says

The crowd formed starts to cheer

"Go Katara!" Aang shouts.

"You got this Katara!" Y/N encourages.

The fight goes on and Master Pakku is still decided on not teaching Katara.

Katara now standing in front of Pakku, but Master pakku sends shards of ice towards her, the shards land closely all around her. She is trapped. She struggles in vain against her prison of ice, her hands and arms unable to move.

Master Pakku walks towards her "This fight is over."

"Come back here! I'm not finished yet!" Katara yells.

"Yes, you are." he replied. He stops in surprise, picking up the necklace that fell from Katara's neck during the fight.

"This is my necklace!" He says with wonder.

"No it's not, it's mine! Give it back!" She tells him."

"I made this sixty years ago – for the love of my life." He continued saying.

Katara's ice prison liquefies behind him, freeing her "For Kana."

"My Gran-Gran was supposed to marry you?" Katara says in awe.

Master Pakku still holding the necklace, sadly says "I carved this necklace for your grandmother when we got engaged. I thought we would have a long, happy life together. I loved her."

"But she didn't love you, did she? It was an arranged marriage." Katara says.

The Princess' eyes water.

Katara walks up to Pakku "Gran-Gran wouldn't let your tribe's stupid customs run her life. That's why she left. It must have taken a lot of courage."

Proncess Yue begins to cry openly and runs away.

"Go get her." Y/N tells Sokka and nod to her direction.

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