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gucciwins · 3 years ago

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hey bestie, care to share about bel and harry’s experience during both coachella weekends? 👀🙏

well because you asked so nicely...

this is for my story love on tour and well let's just say I indulged you a bit. this is 3k of an inside to their coachella experience

Coachella Valley, California Week 1

"Where are you?"

The voice on the line sounds panicked, and you're trying your best not to laugh.

"Around," you tease.

"Bel," he deadpans.

"Phoebe Bridgers is about to play."

"Are you serious?" You can tell Harry is holding back a laugh.

"Come on, I promised her I wouldn't miss her set when she asked in Australia."

"And you promised me you would be back after Grupo Firme."

"They were good, weren't they."

"Didn't say they weren't."

You turn your head, trying to keep your eye on Naomi and Sarai, who are holding hands proudly wearing their VIP badges.

"She's not that far from your stage." You assure him.

"You promised me a cuddle."

"You'll live."

"Who are you, and what have you done to my sweet Bel?"

"An hour and then I'm all yours."

"You'll run back to me?"

"Speed walk?" You counter.

"Good enough. Next time, say no, baby."

"Like I can ever say no to Sarai, in what world."

He chuckles, "but you can to me?"

"See, you get it."

"An hour."

"Yes, yes. I know you can't go on stage without a kiss."

You hang up after a few I love you's and go to catch up with Sarai and Naomi but catch them interlocked in a deep passionate kiss.

"Let's go, lovebirds, I would love to be kissing my boyfriend, but we've got a show to catch."

Naomi pulls away, lips red and swollen, her purple lipstick still in tack thanks to it being a non-transfer kind. Sarai had already thrown a tantrum before they set off to make their rounds around the campground. They've been here most of the day, and you aren't sure how they're still going. They might have been thriving with the VIP passes as they were your guest and Harry's as well. It worked out quite well for them.

Honestly, you were happy they could make it after being in Australia for what felt like forever. It was mostly facetime calls, but there was nothing like getting to hug them or stop them from making out in front of everyone for the millionth time. Harry had visited you a few times in Australia. There was giving him tours of the set and going out with Paul and Phoebe when the weekends of them visiting matched up. It was a fun experience, but you were glad to be reunited, even if it was for the weekends.

You'd be getting back to Sicily working on The White Lotus. It was a fantastic cast, and you were excited to be there. Thankfully, the director did not like overworking the actors, leaving you free on the weekends, and also helped to align with you to be here for next weekend because there was no way you were missing seeing Harry take the stage twice.

Harry promised he would go to Italy with you for some time after. You assured him he didn't have to, but he said he was tired of missing you and for some time just wanted to be there together. Who were you to resist him after that?

"You could always leave us," Sarai sing-songs.

You scoff, "as if. I leave you two out here long enough. You'll get kicked out for public indecency."

Naomi hums, pressing a kiss to Sarai's temple, "she's not wrong."

"Can't help it that Naomi is this gorgeous, and I like showing her."

"Bel knows the feeling. H does a good job at showing you, isn't that right, Bel?" Naomi teases.

"Shut up." You know Harry is just as bad as Sarai, if not a little worse, when you're in the comfort of your friends.

The walk to the designated section for certain personnel was not crowded, with only a few people standing by. No one batted an eye at you, and you were grateful. You were never one for festivals, never having a reason to go and spend a day under the blazing sun and layer of dirt. But when Harry announced he was the headline for Friday and asked you to be there, there was no way you'd be saying no.

Especially when you learned what he had planned.

Phoebe Bridgers was a fantastic set. She sang her new song, and well, you loved belting lyrics to your favorite songs, especially with your best friends by your side. You dragged the lovebirds back to the main stage as soon as it was over. You had to walk through a restricted area, and that's when you lost them. They stated they didn't need to see you making out with Harry and went to find Jeff, who had told you would be by Tommy in a designated spot for all of the team.

"Bel!" You heard your name being yelled as soon as you turned the corner. There were Elin and Sarah talking in the band's, matching denim jumpsuits for today.

"You ladies look gorgeous." They both did little spins for you, letting you take in the entire look.

"Thank you."

Sarah offered you a long hug, then gestured down a bit further where you could find Harry. You were grateful, but it seemed you didn't need the help either as Harry's laugh was ringing out loud. You stopped to stare as he shined bright around his friends that came out to support him on one of the most important nights of his career. He had shared to you how nervous he was, and as much as you helped settle some nerves, you knew having everyone else there would be enough.

"Bel!" Everyone cheers as they catch sight of you. You send them all away as Harry excuses himself, bringing you into a tight hug, pressing kiss after kiss to your head.

"Going to let me go, H?"

"Not unless I have to."

"Can you hold my hand?" You compromise once more.

He doesn't answer, instead leans down and presses a soft, quick kiss to your lips before holding your hand tightly, bringing you over to everyone.

That's how you spend the last hour before he needs to head to the stage, tucked by his side with a large smile on both your faces. Harry once again needed your assistance getting ready, and well, you never did get good at telling him no, not when he wanted a moment alone together.

Harry took his sequined rainbow-colored jumpsuit from your stretched-out hand. He was slow in getting dressed, letting you admire him, a blush on his cheek from you staring. He leaned down, putting on his black leather boots, well-loved and well used. Gucci never seemed to disappoint when it came to custom looks for Harry.

"Did I tell you that you look beautiful?"

Your grin widens, "only every chance you could get."

"Good, you do look beautiful. Think you wanted to upstage me."

"I do that easily," you tease.

"That you do, my love."

You looked down at your mini dress. It was a cozy fit, with a fresh neckline and ruffled detailing. The colors were bright, and the fabric was detailed, from flowers to mushrooms to a layer of bright oranges down to a blend of green and orange leaves and flowers. You were showered in compliments all day, but it was late, and the cold was settling in, and well, you had forgotten your change of clothes in the car. Someone offered to go back for you, but you let it be for now. No need to make a fuss.

"You look amazing, H. Glad you went with this choice."

"Glad you approve."

"Spin, need to see how your ass looks."

"Because that's important."

"Your best feature."

"Thought that was my–"

"Don't." You interrupt him knowing exactly what he is going to say.

"Fine." He pouts playfully. Instead, you switch the conversation back to his performance.

"You ready, mi vida?"

He nods, fidgeting with his rings. "Yes, also a bit nervous."

"Nerves are good, remember."

"Means I care."

"That's right."

"Come here." You rush into his open arms and let him hold you. It's where you belong. It's home. It will always be home to you.

You're not sure how long you stay holding each other, ending the last moments of calmness before Harry has to go singing to thousands of people.

"H, need you now." Jeff's voice can be heard through the door.

He lets out a deep sigh, "in a sec."

You let him unwrap himself from you, and you reach for the thick black Gucci coat he will be wearing over his outfit. He slips one arm in and then the other, a perfect look sure to surprise everyone in attendance.

"Off we go," you tell him, turning to head out the door when he tells you to freeze.

You turn around slowly and see him grab something from his bag.

"Arms up," he directs.

You do as he says, and next thing you know, he's slipping a white hoodie down your arms and through your head.

"Don't want you getting cold."

"Thank you, amor." You wrap your arms around yourself, already feeling warmer.

"Now off we go before we get yelled at."

Harry and you shared a final kiss as he made his way on stage while you made your way down, following Jeff and Glenne to your designated section. Glenne made sure to hold your hand tight, not wanting you to get lost in between the large crowd of VIPs and all of these other guests that workers and friends of Harry had invited.

You noticed how loud the cheers got as the lights dimmed and the visuals began. Molly told you all about her and Harry's vision, and it's safe to say you were a fan. Ever since the album was finished and Harry shared it with you, it's all you listened to. You were just a bit obsessed.

As soon as Harry came flying down the stairs, you were in a trance. He was shining bright just as he was meant to. He was made for this, made to be on stage and entertain thousands with his music and talents.

There was not a single moment where you weren't dancing or singing with those around you. Everyone around you was basking in the energy just as you knew Harry was. He gravitated to your side more times than not. Blowing kisses at you, sending you long stares, and your favorite was when he cat-walked down, moving his hips side to side, making sure to lock eyes with you needing to see that you were watching.

It's safe to say you were feeling on fire. It was nothing in comparison to how Harry was feeling.

When Shania Twain came on stage, seeing how the crowd lost their mind was everything. This moment for Harry was a dream, and you knew he'd be so excited to share this with Anne and Gemma. The stories of endless car rides as they sang all her songs in the car. You had memories of doing the same with your mother.

As the show was coming to an end, Tom led you back to the side stage so that you'd be able to greet Harry as soon as he came off stage. You were proud of him. You always would be.

Once he gave his final bow, he walked off and right into your waiting arms.

"You were wonderful."

"A true shining star."

"Mi vida, estoy orgullosa de ti."

Harry giggles as he basks in your endless compliments. You led him away from the stage, pressing kisses to any part of him you could reach on his warm skin.

"I love you, Bel. Thank you for being here."

"I love you. Nowhere else I would rather be."

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Coachella Valley, California Week 2

"You promise we'll go see Billie's set tomorrow?"

"Course, you know I'm a fan."

"Me too." You kiss his cheek.

"And?"

You look at him, confused. "What?"

"You know who her guest is." He states.

Your eyes widened in surprise at how quick he was to guess that. "How'd you know?"

"I know you, love." Harry holds you by your hips, "now spill."

"Hayley," you mutter quietly.

"Come again."

You throw your head back before looking him dead in the eyes. "Hayley Williams!"

Harry's eyes begin to shine with excitement. "Really?"

"Yes, and I'm dying to see her sing."

"Oh baby, we've got to meet her."

You nod, agreeing, "I shot her a text. Said she's happy to do lunch."

"Were you going without me?" He accuses playfully.

"Absolutely, got shoot my shot, don't I." You tease.

"Abso-fucking-lutly not. The only person you're getting with is me."

"I wouldn't dream of it, amor. You know that."

Harry kisses your lips three times, and just as he is about to pull away, you hold him by the back of his neck, deepening the kiss until he lets out a deep groan. You would have taken it further if his phone did not start ringing.

"Every time," he mutters.

You giggle, "later tonight," you promise.

"Holding you to that."

"I hope you do." You smirk," not opposed to getting on my knees tonight."

Harry's jaw drops as he answers the call. "You won't be the only one, darling."

As Harry takes care of the call, you look at yourself in the mirror. You went simple on tonight's outfit as opposed to last week, forgoing the dress and instead wearing black flared pants and a cream sweater that you had stolen from Harry sometime in February.

Harry had added small gems to your face making a small heart on the right side of your face. The Pleasing bandana tied around your head, your initials embroidered in one corner that Harry had explicitly requested for you. It was now one of your newest prized possessions.

"Where are the lovebirds now?" Harry asks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"They stopped answering me during The Regrette's set."

"You're not worried?"

You laugh, letting your head rest against his chest, "of course I am. But if they were in trouble, my phone would go off. Promise they won't miss your set."

"No, it's not that. It's just…"

"Spill it, Styles."

"You just haven't spent time with them."

"Sure I have."

Harry gives you a knowing look, "you've been at my side the entire time."

You sigh, knowing he's right. "Well, they don't get a break, and it's a nice vacation for them. Especially two weekends in a row."

"You missed them. It's okay to spend time with them."

"Not in this environment. Plus last weekend I spent it with them. You let me go and watch all those artists with them."

Harry kisses your head, "okay, you're right."

"This isn't a way to try to get rid of me?"

"Never, querida."

"Good."

"Now, let's take a nap. Soon enough, everyone is going to want a piece of you."

"Come here then."

Tonight's outfit would be one that would never leave the top of your favorite list. Harry was once again in custom Gucci dressed in a leather bomber jacket with cherries and strawberries applique detailing. His pink trousers had to be your favorite. It has HS applique displayed proudly on his bum, stating his initials proudly. The finishing touch was the silver belt with a strawberry buckle. That was your pick.

And when he slipped off the cropped jacket, after the bridge of 'As it Was,' he would be left in the matching vest displaying the strawberries. He reminded you of a cowboy. This wasn't something you knew you were into until tonight.

You admired Harry from afar as Mitch spoke to you about how he thought his son was growing up to fast. When you saw the little bub after coming back from Australia, you were moved to tears at how big he'd gotten. Both Mitch and Sarah faced timed you as much as they could when you were both free, and it was nice to keep those relationships growing.

"Bel, come here, please?" Jeff shouts, and you wince, not at all liking his tone.

"Yes?"

You look between Jeff and Harry, holding your breath, thinking you did something wrong. Maybe you posted on your story and didn't know, or worse, something happened to Naomi and Sarai.

"H thinks the fans won't be content with the surprise guest."

You frown, "H, you've been so excited to sing with her."

"It's just that the fans have been tweeting guesses, and well, most of them want Niall."

"Your friend, Niall?"

Harry nods, "oh darling, I promise they'll love it. Especially because of the song you'll be covering."

"Promise?"

"Promise, amor."

You see the moment when he finally lets himself relax, "okay, yeah. Okay."

"Can you give me a few minutes with Bel?" Harry asks.

"That's all you have before you have to get on stage."

Harry smiles as he takes in your worried grin. "Hold me for a bit, baby."

"Always, amor."

He tucks his head in your neck as you snake your arms under his jacket and vest, running your hands up and down his smooth back. No words were shared as you let him calm down, taking long deep breaths. Time moved slowly when you were together because when Tom came for Harry, it had felt like over an hour together when it had only been five minutes.

Harry pulls away, bringing his hands up to cup your face leaning in to give you a long deep kiss. You melt against him, feeling all the love he was putting in the kiss and hoped he felt the same.

"See you out there, mi estrella."

Being in the audience was always a joy, but tonight the crowd seemed to be even louder. They were singing back every song and dancing just as freely. You were in love with the band, how well they changed the intro to the songs, how well practice had gone, everyone was excited to be back on stage, and it was noticeable in how they played.

Harry caught a cowboy hat, and he didn't think twice about putting it on. He strutted down towards you, tipping his head down to you in respect before throwing it out to you. Sarai jumped high to catch it and then placed it on your head. They gave Harry a thumbs up as he laughed, going back to his microphone center stage.

Like you said once, Lizzo took the stage; it was all cheers. You had Tom rush you backside stage to be there to help Harry slip on his pink Gucci coat. He was surprised to see you but used the opportunity to steal a kiss before strutting down the runway to meet Lizzo. There were no nerves, only joy spotted on Harry's face as they sang 'I Will Survive.' Lizzo's power vocals shone brightly as Harry's voice went low in a way you had never heard before. It's something you wished he'd explore more.

You spent the rest of the show on the side dancing with Tom. You noticed how Harry looked over much mover, and as soon as Lizzo was done singing, she came over to you. She hugged you tightly and held your hand as you proudly watched Harry.

"After-party at mine, alright, Y/N?"

You smile at her, "we'll be there."

"Bring your friends. They look like a fun bunch."

"Oh, they are."

The show had reached an end, and soon enough, your boyfriend was back in your arms. He was warm and sweaty, but you embraced him tightly.

"Mi vida," you whispered against his neck, pressing kiss after kiss feeling the race of his pulse.

"Proud, baby?" He asks, breathless.

"Always."

Harry moves you deeper backstage until you arrive at his private dressing room, and well, it's safe to say no one questions what you were up to. The bruises on his chest speak for themselves.

And hey, the night's not over.

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besties, it seemed i was missing bel and harry just as much as you. please enjoy this little blurb of their time in california. hope you enjoy my loves <3

#harry styles #Coachella #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles Coachella #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot

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artflameball · 3 years ago

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Presenting: my OCs!

Raven, Skylar, Myra, Jasmine, Carissa, and Vlad!

More info under the cut.

(PLEASE reblog art and add comments about it, and don't like it! Reblogging is the only way artists like me can grow, and comments are what gives us validation, which helps boost confidence in art skills!)

So ages ago, I tried starting a roleplay with these OCs with barely a story in mind. It failed, obviously, but I did make designs with picrew for them. I've been thinking about them again lately, so I decided to remake them. I'll probably make a blog focused on them, but maybe not. Who knows. You guys can send asks about them here too, that'd work too.

So, let's go down the list and show these characters!

Raven

Sexuality: Lesbian

Gender: Feminine-presenting demigirl

Age: Early mid-twenties

Goes nonverbal when stressed

Forgetful

Black-and-white morality

Himbo energy

Takes being wrong hard

The main character! Stubborn as hell, a big adrenaline junkie, and DEFINITELY undiagnosed ADHD, this somewhat forgetful adventurer's biggest visible weakness is her social anxiety and lack of self care. Her thirst for danger can get her into trouble, and she can get WAY in over her head, but she's always been a fast healer, so she keeps going, scars be damned. Hell, they're a bit like badges for her! She gets to run from the bad people, and gets a cool scar? Why wouldn't you wanna do that? Who cares about getting hurt? She heals.

She woke up four years ago. She didn't know who she was. She still doesn't.

Skylar

Sexuality: Queer ace

Gender: Genderfluid, presentation depends on mood

Age: Mid-twenties

Easily overwhelmed

Can overthink

Raven's best friend! Cheerful, bubbly, and happy, Skylar is a confident social butterfly who's kind to everyone not her. She's loving and sweet, always having comfort food she made herself to share with her friends. But don't mistake that for naivety - she's excellent at reading people, and she keeps Raven from getting herself hurt on a lot of her adventures. She's protective of Raven. Very protective.

She can't lose her. Not again. She wouldn't be able to handle that.

Myra

Sexuality: Not straight

Gender: Cis woman, neutral presenting

Age: Centuries old

Powerful elf

Ah, Myra. The powerful, mysterious elf. Barely willing to talk to anyone, an unstoppable force, a powerful elf, a liar liar LIAR. She's withdrawn, clever, a tad selfish, and whenever she's with Raven and Skylar, she leads them with grace. The way she holds herself is almost regal, and the respect she commands with her mere presence doubly so. She's closed off and cold, yet will do what is right.

She misses her old love so much, she barely sees what she herself has turned into.

Jasmine

Sexuality: Not straight

Gender:

Age: Early forties

Main villain

Has killed people who get in their way

Started the fucking main conflict (a war)

God. Jasmine. What is there to say about them? They're strong and confident, cold and regal, calm and collected, and full of pure villainous panache. They're incredible in a fight, second to one. They're out to get as much power as they can, but they treat all their schemes like games. They toy with the main trio, not letting them die because that'd be boring.

There's a spot of warmth when it comes to their right-hand girl. As if they'd admit it.

Carissa

Sexuality: Queer

Gender: Come back later

Age: Early mid-twenties

I made her first she's my favorite tbh

Six feet tall

My bestie is in love with her and I don't blame him she looks like a goddess imo

Carissa. God. Confident, strong, a polar opposite to Jasmine in every way, and yet their closest confidant. She's flirty, though they're TERRIBLE at handling being flirted with, and she's easily flustered. She always wears a strange amulet and if you fucking touch it she'll RIP YOU APART She's a very emotional person, letting them run her most of the time, and is distracted easily by little things.

She's confused, stunned, on the verge of breaking down. Ghosts aren't real, she knows that. Yet whenever she faces the main trio, she sees one of flesh and blood.

Vlad

Sexuality: Omni

Gender: Surprisingly, a cis man (though very gnc)

Age: Mid twenties

I designed him to murder my friend and fucking succeeded

He's a demon btw

Vlad is a loner with a HUGE crush on Carissa. They flirt with each other, he allies with her often, but he classifies himself as neutral. He's a badass with demon powers and the ability to summon wings i was too lazy to draw. Despite his outward experience as a bad boy, he's quite respectful, always asking for boundaries, stopping when people tell him, and just drinking his respect women juice daily.

He can be perfect if he tries. It's possible. He can be perfect. If he's not... Who cares? He may as well not matter.

#shards #cassie draws #shards of the moon and stars #raven #skylar #myra #jasmine #carissa #vlad #my ocs

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skaterboyfriend · 3 years ago

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instead of studying i decided to spent my time outlining some tattoo headcanons i have for sam... some more thoughts below the cut!

in order of how he got them:

vince's snail: i have a little brother 11 years my junior- i know that when you have such a large age gap between you and your sibling, your role dissipates as an older sibling and you end up becoming a second parent. yes of course my little brother still relies on our mother and father, however when he has an issue with friends, needs homework help, is hungry/thirsty/lonely/mad/crying/WHATEVER- he comes to me first. especially with kent gone and jodi busy trying to support her boys, sam had to take on both a fatherly and motherly role towards vincent, despite still being a kid himself- thus he did all the mom/dad-type things: take him out to the park, teach him how to ride his bike, collect all his little scraps of doodles and writing throughout his school career, bandage him up upon skinning his knees during a tumble... one day vincent presents a colored paper, clearly with lots of love and effort put into it. vincent has a sort of strange fascination with snails and knows his brother loves to skateboard... putting two together to create quite a funny joke, he grew a little snail riding a skateboard! sam adored it so much and upon turning 18, he realized that vincent's drawing is probably the best idea in the entire world for a first tattoo!

sam moved to the valley, went to high school with abigail and sebastian, vibed together in band class -> became besties and ultimately formed a band upon graduating. they never thought they'd get far but once, after a small short set at the harvest festival a few years after forming the pelicans, a young woman excitedly complimented the trio, telling them of a battle of the bands night next week at zuzu city at the club she works at -> they should totally enter! they won EASILY and capped the night with partying + lots of booze -> maybe made some bad ideas! the three woke up in a trashy motel with killer headaches and a tattoo on their inner arms. jodi, robin, and caroline all went livid!

he had always been called a people pleaser by all sorts of people in all sorts of ways- by friends who were charmed with how he always seemed to put others above himself, by jealous onlookers who resented how easily he offered himself to be of help, by exes who despised how he always had to play the good guy... he couldn't wrap his head around how that's not necessarily a good thing- how sometimes giving too many pieces of yourself will leave you hollow. he instead wears the title as badge of honor, staining it above his heart!

upon meeting delilah and realizing just how head over heels he's in love with her, it's only natural he would do anything to make her smile. their relationship was something he's never experienced before: just everything seemed like total bliss- nothing like what he's grown up accustomed to [absent husbands, crying wives...] it only made sense he'd ink his love for her as a permanent tattoo. . . one hot summer morning, delilah took a pair of scissors to his mullet after he complained that he couldn't sleep- his hair was getting long and the heat was unbearable. while trimming his locks, she recalled a myth of a woman who cut the blessed hair of her lover, which rendered him weak and ultimately got him murdered brutally- people argued that despite knowing she meant ill, he loved her far too greatly to deny her anything- the twist, delilah added as she yanked his hair, trying to remove the knots- is that they bore the same names as the couple. and it was such an ironic thing that sam couldn't forget it... upon realizing delilah's the woman he wants to marry, he decided to get a tattoo of its symbolism- a pair of scissors upon his back. delilah would run a finger across it at night and laugh to herself. yes, sam would die for her, happily so- whatever she needs, even if if be his death- he'd oblige.

a year after their wedding, sam and delilah got matching tattoos because they are fucking insane <3 sam with his bunch of dahlias and delilah with a sun <3 lowkeyyy in love with themmmm

#sam #delilah #headcanons #doodles

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thanksjro · 4 years ago

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More Than Meets the Eye #16- All the Greatest Love Songs are Secretly About Heroin

Dang, been a minute since we got into the series proper. What all happened again?

Oh. Right. That.

…So anyway, let’s brush up on our Ultra Magnus history!

There was a massive fight on top of a spaceship. Swoop was there, Impactor was there, Overlord was there, Heretech was there, Killmaster was there- shit was lit. Ultra Magnus was doing his thing, though it looks like this was before he got LASIK done, because he’s got a visor on.

Then Ultra Magnus got shot in the gut and fell off the spaceship. It was so scary his hand started spasming.

Later on, we return to a place we’ve seen before, albeit from the Decepticon side.

Magnus, your badge isn’t up to code, my guy! Better get that sorted, before your current self comes out of his medically induced coma, invents time travel, and comes to beat you up.

Also, Pious Maximus? What is your friggin’ DEAL, bro? What the actual hell is your deal?

All the K-Cons start falling out of the sky, and Magnus orders everyone to take cover, as a familiar-looking bomb that literally has his name written on it lands bang on target. It’s such an intense experience, his hands start spasming.

Later still, Magnus is in the middle of dealing with the Simanzi Massacre, and it looks like his visor’s seen better days. Hopefully it was a reading pair, and not something he actually needed to see. Rotorstorm is also there, because his character apparently only exists to suffer. Magnus and his team rise from the muck and the mire, coming ashore right on top of a Cybernought, which promptly fries Magnus with its hand lasers. He gets so crispy, his hands start spasming.

For anyone having trouble parsing the scraps of rended metal that used to be Rewind of Lower Petrohex here, allow me a moment to break him down. That cylinder in the lower left corner is his camera, the wire coming off of it is where it plugged into his head, and that squarish chunk with the clean, round hole in it is probably part of his helmet. The other chunky bits I couldn’t tell you what they are, but I think it’s pretty safe to say that Chromedome absolutely put the dog to sleep with that blast last issue.

Inside the Lost Light, Swerve’s trying to be a nice guy by putting on some tunes for Ultra Magnus, who got his spark shot by Overlord last issue, but all it’s really done is make Ratchet get distracted.

Magnus is in a bad way, as was established by First Aid last issue, and it doesn’t seem like Ratchet’s having any more luck than had been predicted. Swerve’s here for emotional support, and also because he’s got medical training. Tailgate’s here for cleanup duty. Drift’s off in the corner making snide remarks about the medical equipment, probably because he’s mad his legs are still off.

Drift looks like he’s been chiseled out of stone here, and I kind of love it. Forget softboi uwu Dwift, I want more of this guy who’ll bite into a teddybear cactus and not even flinch.

Agustin Padilla’s back on the scene for this issue, and he’s decided that everyone’s going to be elongated in as many ways as he can manage in 20 pages. Tailgate and Swerve? Tallest they’ll ever be in the series. They’re as tall as Cyclonus, and he’s a fucking space jet. Someone’s got a chevron? You better believe that thing’s scraping the gotdang ceiling. Drift’s kitty-cat ears almost never fit into the panel, because those suckers are LONG today. It’s like they’ve all been put through a taffy-puller. There are a lot of little quirks with this art, but this is one I can kind of get behind, if only because it’s so distinctive.

Getting back to the story, Drift’s talking about the Death Clock here- no, not the animated band from Adult Swim, but an actual medical device that can calculate the moment a shrinking spark will give out, down to the second. It only measures the lifespans of the terminally ill, so Swerve hasn’t accidentally given himself even more depression by sticking his little hands in the shiny light without a thought as to what the device he’s messing with might do.

Ultra Magnus has about ten days to live. This makes Tailgate incredibly upset, because he, unlike everyone else on the ship, hasn’t experienced the horrors of war and death.

Ratchet’s right, though. There’s certainly a chance that Tailgate, who’s been shown to react to stressful situations by having panic attacks to the point of blacking out, could have a very severe response to what is his first major catastrophe. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder usually isn’t an immediate development, but being proactive about your mental health is never a bad thing if you can swing it. Hell, with how bad the Overlord situation was, I wouldn’t be surprised if Rung was booked solid long enough for Tailgate to actually have time to develop PTSD.

Rodimus is on the intercom to address the situation that just took place, because man oh man, was it a doozy. He intends to hold an inquiry to figure out just what the hell happened and how Overlord got on the Lost Light to begin with. As he tells everyone what’s going to happen, our focus shifts to Chromedome, who’s standing on the outside of the ship, staring off into space.

Man, I hope Chromedome’s on the front half, because this is a fucking grim scene to witness.

Skids comes out, having been looking for Chromedome. Trailcutter of all people pointed him in the right direction- which I suppose makes sense, given that he was on the Ethics Committee on Kimia. He probably would know Chromedome and Rewind decently well by this point.

Chromedome turns around to show off his mourning black Autobot badge, freshly photoshopped onto his chest for our viewing pleasure. It’s especially blatant when contrasting with Padilla’s rougher linework style.

Skids asks our brand-new widower how he’s holding up, and Chromedome says he’s fine, which is funny, because the other day he was all:

Chromedome has a moment of reminiscing, playing connect-the-dots with the stars like he and Rewind used to do all the time.

Skids, they were married for 250,000 years.

Skids might actually have been one of the worse people to have found Chromedome, if this is what he’s going to say, and then immediately leave. He’s so awkward and clearly uncomfortable and doesn’t want to be there. Does he feel weird about Chromedome knowing more about him than he himself does? Does Skids not have access to any of his memories related to mourning? Geez, I hope nobody needs him to help them through a difficult emotional time for a good while, because this was painful to watch.

Back inside the ship, Rung’s come over to Rodimus’ room to see what all the crashing and banging is about. It would seem our dear captain’s upset, and has decided to work through his frustrations by destroying his private quarters, perhaps in an attempt to summon the wrath of Ultra Magnus, thus saving him through the power of his own mess-induced rage. Rung comes to sit with Rodimus, I guess giving up his search for Chromedome, and the two of them discuss Magnus. Specifically, they discuss Magnus’ memos, and how much Rodimus despises receiving them, because they make him feel like he’s not doing his job right. He stopped even opening them, they made him feel so bad.

If you subscribe to the headcanon of Rodimus having ADHD, you could potentially read this as being a manifestation of Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. As it is within the story proper, Rung’s decided to ignore this tidbit of information to get at the more pressing issues, like why exactly Rodimus felt the need to wreck his room.

This is about the point where the art for Rodimus becomes roughly 90% spot blacks, and it’s highly suggested that Rung get out while the getting’s good.

Oh, well this is going to be awkward.

Later on, we’re at the funeral. There’s five coffins, though not all of them actually contain a body. Everyone’s here to see their friends off, even Cyclonus, who was invited to the wake by Chromedome himself. Awful nice of him to do that, given their history.

The lineup in the front row is a bunch of chatterboxes, and they prove that very quickly as Swerve, Skids, and Whirl theorize on the contents of Brainstorm’s mysterious briefcase, which is also here at the funeral. Swerve swears himself to the duty of finding out what’s inside, on threat of death should he fail.

A short time skip is had, and Rodimus is revealed to be wearing his ceremonial funeral cape and terrifying vampire arm spikes to this shindig, as he sends Tripodeca, who is surely the most beloved of all Autobots, off with as many kind words as he can muster in the time they have. Everyone says goodbye, and we get to Rewind’s turn. Rodimus has a moment of pause, as Rung gives him the most withering look I believe he will ever produce in the entirety of the run of MTMTE/Lost Light.

Rodimus concedes to giving Rewind the credit for saving everyone from Overlord posthumously, as well as Fortress Maximus and Chromedome, labelling himself as a failure on that front. Chromedome comes up to the podium for a few words on the love of his life.

…well, it’s been a long day for everyone, I suppose.

Chromedome sits back down, right next to Brainstorm because they’re besties, as Brainstorm stares him down like he knows something Chromedome doesn’t.

Probably because he does.

After the funeral, Brainstorm pays Chromedome a visit, finding him in the middle of spring cleaning. He’s taking all of Rewind’s stuff and shoving it in a box to be destroyed.

Does it count as foreshadowing if it’s like a page before the reveal? I guess so.

Chromedome is trying to ease Brainstorm’s mind about the inquiry Rodimus is conducting, saying that the guy ought to talk to Drift before he gets TOO antsy about spilling the beans- perhaps a touch too late there, Domey- but Brainstorm isn’t here for any of that.

So you’re saying Chromedome/Dominus isn’t going to be endgame.

Turns out Chromedome’s been collecting dead spouses, and he wasn’t even aware of it. When faced with this inherent truth about his personal relationship with grief, Chromedome only has this to say:

Time for a pop quiz!

When the burden of life is too much to bear, what is an addict most likely to do? Is it:

A) Quit cold turkey

B) Seek help for their addiction

C) Relapse

If you answered C, you get a gold star, and a harsh reminder that addiction is a fucking monster that will devour your life and meaningful relationships, leaving you with nothing but itself for company.

Chromedome has had a problem with injecting since he got good enough at it to get his own set of finger needles, and he’s been completely dependent on other people to get himself to even close to stopping the habit. His character bio on the crew roster page has, up until this point, outright claimed this.

Now Rewind’s gone, and there’s really nothing stopping him from just taking that pain away. Brainstorm certainly can’t do it, though not for lack of trying.

Chromedome says that he won’t go through with his plan, but Brainstorm knows he’s lying, because they’ve done this song and dance before. At this point, asking Chromedome to not inject is just a courtesy to the deceased.

No wonder Chromedome invited Cyclonus to the funeral- probably figured why the hell not, since he wouldn’t remember it anyway.

Brainstorm gives Chromedome a data slug- the last one Rewind ever made, shot through the door just before it sliced Chromedome’s arm off, and found by Fort Max. Brainstorm leaves, probably to go prepare himself for that awful, hollow feeling he’ll be getting the next time he sees Chromedome.

Over in the shuttle bay, Rodimus is addressing the crew, Chromedome is retconned into being Toxin because he’s not supposed to be in this scene, and Drift is named as the sole conspirator in the Overlord debacle. Rodimus just starts tearing into Drift, and while he does, we cut over to the medibay, where some zombie nonsense is going on.

Golly, seems like there’s some flavor of undead on the Lost Light every other week, doesn’t it?

Rodimus strips Drift of his Autobot badge and tells him to get the fuck out.

Back at Chromedome’s room, he’s decided to take a gander at what Rewind left behind, plugging the data slug into the computer.

Man, this part always makes me a little weepy.

I can’t do Rewind’s final message justice, not in the choppy format I present here- which is perhaps a bit ironic, given the nature of how it’s presented. In the final moments he had, Rewind pieced together a plea for Chromedome to love himself, and to remember that he was- and still is- loved. He shared his own fears of them being apart, and how he knows how hard the coming days will be. He begged Chromedome to be kind to himself, because he- whether he believes it or not- has grown from the person he was in the New Institute.

As this message plays out, we see Drift swarmed by furious Autobots, who get violent as he makes his way off the Lost Light, only to be helped back to his feet by none other than Ratchet, before climbing into a shuttle, surely never to be seen again.

Shane McCarthy slipped Roberts a twenty to set up a slowburn between his OC and Ratchet all the way back in MTMTE #4. This is the start of the pining portion of their relationship.

God, just- there’s a reason Roberts has claimed this issue as one of his best, and it’s this fucking message. Please, if you somehow have gotten to this post without reading the comics- well, first, how, and second- go and READ THEM. I promise it’s worth it, they’re beautiful and funny and full of heart, even when everyone’s being a dick to each other.

Rewind leaves Chromedome with one final piece, which probably didn’t feel like enough, but was all he could manage in the time he had left.

I’m basically legally obligated to post this panel.

Let’s take a moment to consider Rewind as a character. He’s an archivist, and one who’s gotten very good at his job over the millennia. The guy’s OBSESSED with history, and recording as much of it as possible.

Which stands to reason that he knew about Chromedome’s past conjunx endurae. I mean, why wouldn’t he? It would be public record- even if you don’t necessarily get a marriage license on Cybertron, Chromedome would have been on the paperwork with these other guys somewhere, and the fact that he wouldn’t be able to answer the question of “Who’s this guy you lived with for several thousand years?” Would imply some… rather unfortunate things.

Rewind also has a hard time letting go of things- he gets jealous of Chromedome’s past relationship with Prowl any time it’s brought up, and he’s still looking for his ex-husband after what’s probably been at least a million years. That, combined with the way Rewind lives his life- you know, recording every single moment of it- gives me the impression that he really, really wouldn’t enjoy the idea of being forgotten. He wants Chromedome to stop injecting because it’ll kill him, of course he does, but he also wouldn’t want to be erased.

The video cuts off, leaving Chromedome alone. It’s all up to him now, whether Rewind gets to stay in his heart now.

Chromedome/Dominus is still on the table.

With THAT crisis of love dealt with, we move back on to that weird zombie nonsense we saw a little bit ago. Ultra Magnus is missing. Odd, that.

Ratchet, how many times are your patients going to have to disappear from your medibay before it’s less of a “them” problem, and more of a “you” problem?

As Ratchet goes off to search the rest of the ward, Tailgate accidentally bumps into the death clock, which gives him a nasty little surprise: apparently he’s only got three days to live.

Yeah, this is the point where the comic kicks into overdrive, plotwise- there are no brakes on this train anymore.

#transformers #jro #mtmte #issue 16 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #overthinking about robots #incoming analysis #comic script writing

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toonstarterz · 5 years ago

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BECAUSE I’M NOT POPULAR, I’LL READ WATAMOTE: CHAPTER #163

Ah, summer. The season of no school, bright skies, pools, barbeques, and brief teenage romance.

Okay, so it’s not quite summer vacation yet. But nonetheless, the new season gives way for all sorts of fun shenanigans. None of it ever really enters “drama” territory (as dramatic as this series can be, that is), but as Tomoko’s last year of high school nears the halfway point, we discover that there’s still quite a bit we don’t know about our cast of knuckleheads.

Chapter 163: Because I’m Not Popular, It’s Summer

I think it can be inferred that Tomoko is not a morning person, is she?

I think it can also be inferred that the once-aspiring NEET Tomoko is not a fan of hot weather. Better soak up that Vitamin D, girl.

Parasol Lady Asuka would like to battle!

Are parasols more prominent in Eastern culture? They’re not too terribly common where I’m from, but I imagine that may be a result of Japan having more of an aversion towards anything that would result in darker skin. Though I can also see it as a sort of fashion opportunity as well.

I believe those were umbrellas you used, Tomoko. But semantics aside, It’s pretty neat to see that Tomoko has finally reached that stage in her life where she can recognize her cringy chuunibyou phase. Long live those days of failing miserably at being a cool anime character.

Remember when Tomoko used to slut-shame the girls in her class? I detect a hint of hypocrisy there...

Gyaru!Asuka has already exploded on the imageboards, I guarantee it.

A part of me wonders why Tomoko grouped Kii-chan and Yuri specifically. They don’t have similar personalities or anything, but I see two possible reasons for it. One, Kii-chan and Yuri both got that mild-mannered, “exotic” look going on. But also, it may who Tomoko subconsciously believes she’ll see the most of over the summer.

We’ll, I mean...yeah. They would. It probably doesn’t help that Tomoko, with her lion’s mane, gives the impression of someone too physically active to care much about grooming. But as much as Tomoko derides the possibility of looking like a “sweaty day laborer”, I can’t deny that it’s not a bad look on her.

The reason for that should be dead obvious by now.

The thing that amuses me is that Tomoko had no basis to start insinuating that Yuri’s a pervert. She just did, and has latched on to the idea ever since. While no doubt annoying for Yuri (even if it’s true), it’s kind of sweet if you see it as Tomoko wanting to have a shared interest with her.

I’m sure that compared to your freckled, “crazy lesbo” best friend, it isn’t.

It’s funny how Nemo used to give off an air of someone who’s sexually acknowledgeable (at least to me) by virtue of being semi-popular. Now that we know’s she’s relatively pure, Tomoko will never let her live it down.

Komiyama really is the most two-dimensional character in the series. And you know what?

It works.

In the education industry, we call it the “Perv Curve”.

Komiyama: Self-explanatory.

Hatsushiba: Anatomically-correct BDSM art must have originated from somewhere.

Katou: Yet even more evidence for the almost-openly perverted girl who casually says “vagina”.

Mako: ...wait, what?

I’m so used to perfect scores being a badge of honor in Japanese media that it through me for a loop to see it suggested as anything else. Perhaps it’s an issue similar to Home Ec in that it’s not seen as educationally significant and only those really invested in the subject would master it. Either way, how lewd.

Going back to Mako, I am genuinely shocked. Could Yuri’s oh-so-sweet bestie actually have a dirty side? Just when you think you know a gal! Naturally, she has just enough to shame to be embarrassed when its brought up, and I’m not ready to call out Mako as a pervert just yet. At least she has Yoshida to pat her on the back (ironic given the delinquent is now officially the purest one of the Kyoto Group).

My Pokémon-obsessed mind can only see them as the Haramaku Elite Four, which, given the segment’s title, is highly unoriginal of me.

I’m 97% sure that Kawagoe’s that old geezer teacher we saw during Tomoko’s suspension. We even got that “strict about textbooks” continuity from way back when Tomoko forgot hers.

All signs point to Minami’s-Faceless-“Friend”-#1 recognizing someone, most likely Yuri, during this little intersection. Curse you, Nico Tanigawa and your wonderful vagueness.

Nope. It’s not gonna work. Nuh-uh. Absolutely not. You aren’t going to make me feel sympathetic for Minami.

...

drat.

All that speculation has finally paid off cause we now have confirmation that Minami did(does?) in fact backbite Tomoko and Yuri. Thank goodness for Tomoko’s mental health that she never knew. But Minami’s got some nerve teasing Yuri when she’s actively Mako’s friend. Even more disturbing if Mako doesn’t realize it...

Between that tiny smile in the last panel and her wanting to tease, it’s pretty much certain that Minami’s-Faceless-“Friend”-#1 is not a pleasant person.

Birds of the same feather truly do flock together.

Okay, I cracked. Minami’s too adorable (and pitiful) right here.

I find it telling that even Minami’s “friends” know she’s a jerk. But if what goes around comes around, then Minami’s-Faceless-“Friend”-#1 might not realize she’s a jerk, too. Are most terrible people aware of their own terribleness?

I don’t want to correlate jerkiness with irresponsibility but...here we are.

Man, that’s playing dirty. Suzuki is more than likely not that close to Minami, but any decent person wouldn’t just outright say “no” to a request like that. Of course, playing up her own supposed likeability through other’s basic kindness is Minami’s M.O.

In manga and anime, that sort of haughtiness from cute, snaggletoothed girls is adorable in that “sigh, there she goes again” way.

In reality, it’s just annoying as shit.

At first glance, Kayo’s just making an off-handed question, but my nit-picking mind says otherwise. I’m not sure how insistently heterosexual/romantic Japanese culture is towards male-female relationships, but would most teens show interest in a friend’s opposite gendered sibling? If say, Miyazaki had a little brother, would Kayo even ask Ucchi a question like that?

My theory is that Kayo is subtly trying to ascertain Ucchi’s sexuality. If the idea of Ucchi being gay for Tomoko is already planted in her head, then Kayo is using Tomoki as a “male version” for comparison. Ucchi’s already admitted to the Kuroki siblings being physically similar, so supposedly if she feels nothing towards Tomoki, then it’s Tomoko’s “femaleness” that attracts her.

This wouldn’t even be half as funny if Ucchi didn’t have an emoji face.

If only Komiyama could see this now...

Or, you know what? Maybe gender is irrelevant and Ucchi just has an indiscriminate gross fetish.

Nemo’s ultra-realistic thoughts behind her cheery demeanor are always welcome.

For all those times that Tomoko pokes fun at Nemo for wanting to live out a slice-of-life school anime, she’s not exactly innocent either. More and more we see Tomoko trying to invoke those cliche moments, usually with little fear. It’s a rather far cry from when she’d try to pull anime tropes as a means to an end. Now she tries them out just for the sake of having fun, which is much more endearing.

In this particular trope, however, normally you’d have a guy and girl stuck inside, where they’d ultimately become more attracted to each other through the suspension bridge effect.

Of course, that’s assuming the boy and girl aren’t already together. If they are, then storage rooms are usually used as a hiding place to make out, but that obviously would never hap–

Oh.

FUCK.

If memory serves, this is the same couple who were flirting(?) back in the head patting chapter. A whole lot must of went down since then, eh?

Murphy’s Law.

It’s been quite a long time since we’ve had one of Tomoko’s infamous freakouts. And they say this series lost its roots.

A part of me wants to think that Nemo hears Tomoko but is pretending not to just to screw with her, but I don’t think she’d be that cruel. Even if it would be hilarious.

Just how far is your “it”, Tomoko. Making out? Groping? HANDHOLDING!?

What am I saying–she’s totally thinking sex.

It’s interesting to note that Tomoko just assumes that Yuri and Mako have never had a boyfriend. Sure, it may be implied given we’ve never seen them have this discussion before (that we know of), but it’s still pretty presumptuous on Tomoko’s part. My only reasoning is that Tomoko is trying to ally themselves over supposed “undesirability” like many self-deprecating friends do.

First off, I am not at all surprised given Mako’s personality.

What does surprise me is how totally betrayed Mako sounds. I can only assume that it’s a part of Mako’s past that she’d rather not reveal. While I don’t think Yuri meant any harm bringing it up, that kind of miscommunication goes to show that even though they’re best friends, Yuri and Mako don’t always see eye to eye.

Sounds like dating to me. Or rather, sounds like dating between high schoolers. At the risk of sounding like an old-ass millennial, dating between high schoolers rarely last, despite what shoujo manga suggests. Casual dating is exactly that–casual. They’re attracted to the novelty of dating, but once that initial thrill wears off, cue the breakup.

Side note, I just realized that Yuri loosens up her tie. I love small details like that.

Perhaps I’m reading too much into it, but Mako seems to be suggesting that girls, on the other hand, aren’t as desperate to get boyfriends. While that isn’t necessarily true, I do see that answer as mostly a convenient excuse for Mako, who may simply just not want to be in a relationship right now.

I can see the “Mako is straight/Mako is lesbian(for Yoshida)” War right now...

Boy, it’s been a while since Tomoko has contemplated her own popularity, let alone try to be more popular. I guess it goes to show that even though Tomoko is more or less satisfied with her current status, she still sees herself below the bar of what constitutes “popular”. She does perpetuate feminine “purity” as an indicator of her societal value, but I’ll let it be–reality is not so kind, after all.

One of the more prominent questions that Yuri’s fanboys have is “How come someone as pretty as Yuri isn’t more popular with the boys?”

Well, there you go.

In terms of looks, I never thought Yuri was that unattractive in-universe. She’s in that small niche of “plain and generic, but just cute enough that fans feel they could feasibly ask out a girl like her in real life”. So while it's reasonable to think that at least one person would show interest in her, it's Yuri’s personality that ends up putting them off. She probably isn’t ready to commit to the effort of dating and being someone’s girlfriend. nor does Yuri seem that interested to begin with if her texting habits are anything to go by.

I can’t for the life of me remember the name for it, but I believe that there’s this belief in Japan that says everybody (mostly boys) has that brief period in their life where they’re suddenly attractive and people want to date them. I imagine that Tomoko may actually reach that time in life sooner than she thinks.

PTSD TRIGGERED!! For the readers, I mean.

For real, though. What a comeback. Who would have thought that Kosaka, that guy who was introduced in Chapter FIVE would make his grand return? Normally, making a reappearance this late in the game would feel like an asspull, but it works because he was never meant to drastically affect Tomoko’s growth. He was just the spark, the first hint to show that people could actually befriend her. And for that, we salute you, Umbrella Dude.

It’s been, what? About two years since they last spoke, and he still remembers her? Impressive! Then again, I don’t think you're about to forget the girl who gave you a dogeza.

Because I’m Not Popular, I’ll Tell Lies.

These moments where Tomoko is unabashedly a blushing schoolgirl are really precious because she isn’t “perfectly ditzy in that moe sort of way” about it. She gets riled up, sweaty, and unpleasant to watch. Which, ironically, is even more adorable just for how genuine it is.

Yeah, I’m sure the original said “dogeza”, but since there isn’t really a good English equivalent for it, I think “genuflect”...is still an odd choice.

Yuri, who always has her “Tomoko’s BS” meter on high, knows that Tomoko is screwing around when she calls it her “first”. Poor Mako, a now confirmed pervert who still thinks Tomoko is so amazing, thought the girl had popped the guy’s cherry.

Friendly reminder that eventful summers are not necessarily pleasant summers. Though they could be with the right perspective...

So...Yuri vs. Kii-chan Death Battle when?

The most beautiful part about this ending is that there’s no second-guessing. No “maybe I won’t be lonely” or “I wonder if I’ll be lonely”. Just a very affirmative “I won’t be lonely”. Tomoko fully expects that she’ll be spending time with her friends this summer, and that confidence is more than I ever would’ve expected from Tomoko in previous years.

With summer vacation just over the horizon (don’t want to jump the gun), a medley of both happy, unhappy and delightfully awkward moments are sure to transpire. Just about the only thing Tomoko can plan is the unplanned, and I’ll be sure to get a front-row seat to watch it all.

#watamote #watamote review #chapter 163 #no matter how i look at it it's you guys' fault i'm not popular!#tomoko kuroki #asuka katou #yuri tamura #hina nemoto #mako tanaka #kotomi komiyama #hatsushiba #masaki yoshida #koharu minami #emiri uchi #tomoki kuroki #kosaka #I finally get to use that tag #review

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crashdevlin · 6 years ago

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Deserving

Author’s Note: Written for @georgialouisea‘s 2K Quote Challenge. I picked the FRIENDS quote ‘We were on a break!’. This was meant to be a light, funny fic and it just... I’m so sorry for the amount of angst in this fic... except, you know... it’s what I’m good at. No gifs are mine. Oh, and as angels are genderless, I use the pronouns appropriate to their vessel. SPOILERS FOR SEASON 14!

Pairing(s): Dean x Plus-sized Reader

Summary: y/n and Dean have been together for years, but they’ve been arguing nonstop since a couple weeks after Dean came back.

Word Count: 4512

Story Warnings: so much angst it’s not even okay, kinda cheating, breakups, scars, self-esteem issues, Michael!Dean, character death (events of 14x08), the events of 14x09...

You stomped after Dean, fury on your face as the two of you entered the library of the Bunker. Castiel looked up, instantly uncomfortable with his friends’ human drama. The two of you had been fighting for three days straight, Cas wasn't sure about what, and he was certain that you’d broken off your relationship the night before, but here you were, fighting again.

“Cas, you’ve got a perfect memory,” Dean said, coming to a stop in front of the angel, whose eyes went wide. “What was the last thing y/n said before she threw her hands up like a toddler and stomped out of here last night?”

Castiel looked between the hunters. “Uh…”

“I’m a toddler?! At least I didn’t run to my best friend for help justifying-”

“That’s ‘cause you’re a bitch and you don’t have any friends.”

“I have friends!”

“Name one… and Sam and the hunters you talk to online don’t count.”

“Why not? They’re real people who like me so-”

“Cas! Come on,” Dean called out as the angel started to slink away.

Cas sighed and turned back to them. “I believe her words were… ‘Fuck you, Dean. If you want a break, we’re on one’.”

“Ha! See?” Dean turned to you. “We were on a break!”

“Dean, I don’t think-” Cas started as your mouth turned down in anger and disgust.

“You know what? Fine, Ross, we were on a break, so what you did wasn’t cheating.” Dean’s look of victory was cut short as you continued. “It was just a terrible, shitty thing to do to me.”

“Oh, come-”

“You couldn’t wait six fuckin’ hours for me to calm down, cool off and come home? No, you had to go pick up some bar skank and take her home to-”

“I was drunk!” Dean defended, throwing his hands up.

“So was I! But I managed to make it home without scratch marks down my back! Why didn’t you?!”

“Oh, the only reason you didn’t get fucked was because men don’t generally go to bars to pick up scarred-up fat chicks,” Dean spat out, nastily.

And just like that the fight was over, all anger being washed out of you by a wave of pain as Dean stabbed both of your weak points with one sentence. You blinked at Dean, your breath frozen in your lungs. You could see the moment he realized he’d gone too far, but you just looked away. “Oh. Okay. I…” You nodded, before rushing past Cas and running up the spiral staircase.

“y/n-” Dean called, but he was met with the sound of the Bunker door creaking closed. He wished you would have yelled at him, screamed, shouted, hit him, hurt him… fuck, he wouldn’t have been too upset if you shot him after that comment, that would’ve meant you were pissed. But you weren’t pissed. You were hurt and it was on him.

“Dean. Go after her,” Cas demanded.

Dean took a deep breath and shook his head. “No, man. Not after that. Gotta give her time to-” He rubbed his fingers over his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “-get pissed off about it.”

“And if she doesn’t ‘get pissed off’?” Cas asked, his words stilted. “If she stays depressed and in pain? What then, Dean?”

Dean looked down. “Then, at least the fight’s over.”

“As well as your relationship.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that was over the moment I stuck my dick in that hourglass blond from the roadhouse on Route 32.”

“Why?” Castiel shook his head. “Why would you have sex with someone other than y/n?”

Dean licked his lips and walked over to the whiskey in the crystal bottle. “Because, Cas… it’s…” He picked up the bottle and filled a crystal tumbler. “I just… when I imagined my life… when I imagined comin’ up on forty and settling down with just one woman… it wasn’t her.”

Cas’ eyebrows tucked together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“She’s just… I figured if I… if I got serious with a chick, it’d be with a normal one. One like Cassie, like Lisa. Y/n is… she’s hard and she’s broken and she’s the meanest bitch I’ve ever laid eyes on and that’s… I don’t think that’s what I want, Cas.”

“You did this… on purpose?”

Dean took a drink and shook his head. “No. No, I… I started the fight on purpose, but… I… didn’t mean to…”

“Yes, you did.” Castiel tilted his head in confusion, searching Dean's thoughts. “You went out and found a woman who embodies every trait y/n confided that she wishes she had, and you had sex with that woman just to hurt y/n. Dean… why didn't you just…”

“Break up with my brother's best friend for no reason? I still… I don't know. I mean, I wanted it over but I also didn't want to end it.”

“Yeah, I mean, I can, but- Are you sure, y/n?” Sam walked in, anger-tinged worry on his face as he held his cell phone to his ear. “No, I just- maybe after you calm down and think about-” He sighed and nodded. “Yeah, okay. I'll box it up. Text me the address. Yeah, you, too. Be careful.”

Sam stared at Dean for a moment after he clicked the phone off, anger radiating from him. “Her scars, Dean? The one thing she's more self-conscious about than her weight, which you also slammed her on! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Why don't you ask Cas? He seems to be an expert in why I do the things I do,” Dean responded, walking away toward his bedroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean set his drink on top of the dresser and sighed as he picked up a picture that had never found its way into a picture frame. A Polaroid of him and y/n at the South Dakota State Fair a year before. He ran his thumb over the scar on her cheek. He’d loved her scars when he first fell for her. They were badges of strength, proof that she could survive, that she could hack it in the Life. Now, they were a harsh reminder of bad times.

Sam pushed his door opened and walked in with an empty file box under his arm. “Get out,” he demanded.

“Excuse you? This is my room.” Dean set the picture down and picked up his drink.

“Yeah, well, I’m packin’ up y/n’s stuff for her, so get out or stay out out of my way.” Sam started to round the room as Dean sat on his bed with his back against the headboard, legs stretched out as he watched his brother. Sam picked up knives and hair ties, pens and notebooks and her hunter journal from the small desk. He slammed the box down on the desk and turned to Dean. “You know there are better ways you could’ve done this, Dean.”

Dean looked up at him, tiredly. “Oh, really?”

“Yes! A hundred better ways that wouldn’t leave her destroyed like this.”

“First, she’ll be fine. She’s strong as fuck.” Dean leaned forward, kicking his feet over the side of his bed, which still smelled like y/n. “Second, it had to be this way. Because this way, she’s gone and she’s not coming back. It’s over this way.” Sam shook his head in disbelief. “If she’d stuck around to be your bestie or Cas and Jack’s hunting partner… I know me, Sam, I’da ended up in bed with her again and then I’d have to deal with the morning after. It’s better if she’s just gone.”

“When the hell did you decide you didn’t want her, anymore? Because last I checked, you were over the moon for her.”

Dean looked at the glass of whiskey. “I don’t know, Sam, it’s just… ever since I’ve been back-”

“If you blame this on Michael, I swear I’m gonna punch you. This isn’t-”

“Do you know what he did to her?” Dean snapped. Sam looked away, his vision resting on the hunter journal in the box. He knew well the lines of her newest scars, the ones that covered the landscape of her body; the scars that were worse than the werewolf claws across her right cheek that had made her feel ugly for five years or the one across her left shin that kept her from wearing shorts. Sam knew her new scars, all created by a karambit held by Michael in Dean’s hands. Michael had left her barely alive, sent her back to the Bunker, a clear message not to try to find him, or stop him. “That she survived that… that she could still look me in my face after that… but she still loved me after that.”

“You didn’t do it, Dean. Michael did.”

“And it was my fault! My body, my face, my dumbass plan to save you and Jack. How could she not hold any grudge? How could she love me? I mean, that kind love… I don’t deserve that, Sam.”

Sam’s eyes snapped to his brother’s. “Are you telling me that you just crushed y/n’s heart because you think you don’t deserve the unconditional love she’s freely offered from the moment she met you?” Dean rolled his eyes and took a drink. “You’re an idiot. You are the dumbest man in the history of dumb men. You just fucked away the greatest thing God ever gave you because you thought you didn’t deserve her?”

Sam sighed loudly and turned back around to continue packing. “And, of course, you didn’t just fuck yourself out of y/n, you fucked me, too. You fucked over Jack. ‘cause losing one mom wasn’t bad enough, right?”

Dean set his drink down on the dresser and stood, pulling Baby’s keys out of his pocket and leaving his room without another word.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I’m sorry, buddy. I know I should have said ‘goodbye’.” You’d willed yourself to stop crying long enough to answer one of Jack’s phone calls. “It all just… it happened so fast, Jack.”

“But, are you coming back?”

You shook your head, your throat clenching as you tried to avoid another wave of tears. “No, I’m not. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but-”

“But I wanted to show you what I learned on YouTube. I-”

“I’m sorry. Jack, I’m sorry.”

“I just don’t understand why you had to leave. Don’t you like it here?”

“O-of course, I do, but… things are complicated.” How do you explain a catastrophic breakup to a toddler? “I can’t be there, buddy. I wish I could, but… you’re better off with the guys anyway. They can help you better than me. Look, uh, can you… can you tell Dean that I… sent him a package? It’ll be at the post office in… uh, I think three days.”

“Okay.”

“I, uh, I gotta go.”

“Okay.”

“You know you can call me if you ever need anything, right?”

“Yeah. Goodbye, y/n.”

You stared at the ceiling of the motel room you’d grabbed after running from the bunker. How quickly your entire life had changed. A week ago, you were expecting to spend the rest of your life in Lebanon. Three months ago, you were half-dead in a hospital bed, having been almost destroyed by the archangel wearing the man you loved. You had nightmares of glowing blue eyes, of a curved blade tearing through your skin and the muscle under it, of him healing you just enough to keep you from dying of blood loss or shock.

You held on in hopes that Dean would come back some day, and he had. Dean came back and now? Now you were wishing Michael had just let you die in that hotel you tracked him down in.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean stared at the box sitting on the bench of the Impala for at least fifteen minutes, trying to decide whether he should open it. He knew what it was. Things he’d left in y/n’s car, things he’d given her that she didn’t want anymore, maybe a nasty note. He sighed and pulled out his pocket knife, running the blade across the tape and opening the flaps. He bit his bottom lip as he pulled out a Led Zeppelin cassette, followed by an AC/DC band tee, a switchblade he was sure he’d lost years ago, his favorite pair of vice-grip pliers, and the simple heart necklace he’d given her for her birthday the year before.

Under all of that was the other necklace she always wore, the white gold chain with the thick sterling silver band that used to reside on Dean’s right hand. It was never anything special until she picked it up from his bedside table and claimed it as her own. It was nothing more than a bottle opener to him until she slipped it on that chain, until he saw her kissing it before she slipped it into her t-shirt every day.

There was no note. There was nothing she needed to say, and that was good. That meant she was done. Dean slipped the ring off of the chain and slid it onto his right ring finger, tossing everything into the box before pulling away from the Lebanon Post Office.

~~~~~~~~~~

“What do you mean ‘Jack’s dying’?” you asked, panic settling in your chest.

“When Lucifer took his grace-” Sam started.

“How long?” you demanded.

“Rowena thinks not long. Couple hours, maybe.”

“No. How long has he been sick? Why didn’t he tell me? Why didn’t you?”

“He was hiding it. He had a cough, but… we didn’t know.” Sam was silent for a minute. “Can you get here?”

“I’m in Orlando, Sam.” Your voice broke as you continued. “I’m nah-ot gonna get there in time.”

“Can you try?”

“Of course, I’ll try.”

You were absolutely exhausted by the time you made it to the Bunker. You hadn’t slept in three days and you were emotionally unprepared for Jack to be dead. He was a baby! How could he be dead? Sam greeted you in the garage, Jack right behind him. The nephil didn’t even look slightly off. “We saved him,” Sam said, noticing your look of confusion.

Jack rushed forward, wrapping his arms around you and you crumbled. Tears streamed down your face as you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in the boy’s chest. “It’s okay, y/n. I’m okay.”

“Hey, what’s-” Dean’s voice was just audible over your sobs and it made you stiffen in Jack’s arms. “Oh. You called her?”

“Yeah, Dean. She deserved to be here,” Sam answered.

“Yeah, okay, well, he’s not dead anymore, so…”

“So, what, Dean?” Jack asked, pulling back to look at Dean. You didn’t. You looked at your feet. “She can’t leave. She just got here.”

“And she drove from Orlando in one go, Dean. She needs to rest,” Sam defended.

“It’s fine. I’ll just… the motel down the-”

“No!” Sam and Jack both shouted.

You shook your head. “Like I said, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. I don’t think you should even be driving, right now. You look like a stiff breeze would knock you over,” Sam said, putting a large hand on your shoulder. “Come on, we’ll get you set up in one of the extra rooms. You can at least get some sleep before Dean chases you away again.”

Dean growled and stomped out of the garage. “Why is Dean angry?” Jack asked.

“He kinda hates me, Jack. Don’t worry. I’m not gonna let anything taint the fact that my nephil buddy is alive and thriving.”

“How could he hate you?” Jack asked, curiously.

“He-” Sam started but shook his head. “Let’s just get you in bed, huh?”

“What happened to all the, uh, Apocalypse World folks?” you asked, tiredly, leaning into Sam’s embrace.

“Oh, they’re all out hunting. Out in the world, making things better. We got them in the habit of the check-ins and wearing the GoPros so… they don’t need to be here,” Sam answered.

“GoPros was a good idea, Sam,” you muttered as he led you into a nondescript room.

“What do you want for breakfast when you wake up, huh?” Sam asked as you dropped to the bed.

“We’ve got Krunch Cookie Crunch,” Jack offered with a smile.

“That stuff’ll rot your teeth,” Sam said, pulling your tennis shoes off and yanking the blanket back to let you under the thin brown fabric.

“Scrambled eggs. No teeth rot there,” you answered.

“Unless you cover them in ketchup,” Sam said, knowingly.

“Don’t reveal my secrets, Sam.”

He scoffed and stood as you snuggled into the pillow, heavy eyes falling closed and sleep dragging you down quickly.

~~~~~~~

“I told you that she needs to not be here, Sam.”

“Just because you can’t trust yourself to keep it in your fuckin’ pants when it comes to y/n, that doesn’t mean you have to put her in danger by sending her away when she’s half-dead.”

“You’re the one who didn’t call her and tell her that Lily Sunder was bringing Jack back from the dead. She wouldn’t have done that 24-hour drive all at once if you’d told her Jack was fine.”

“I’m sorry, Dean, I got distracted by Jack dying and coming back.”

“Oh, bullshit! You wanted her here.”

“So? We miss her, Dean,” Sam argued, before he sighed. “And we’re about to go against Michael. Don’t you think she deserves to have the option to participate?” Dean opened his mouth to argue that y/n shouldn’t be anywhere near Michael, but Sam continued. “He tortured her, Dean, which is worse than using your body and drowning you. She deserves to-”

“No the fuck she doesn’t! She doesn’t need to be anywhere near Michael, Sam. You can’t put her in that building with him.”

“Oh, but it’s fine for the rest of us? It’s fine for Garth? Dean, if she wants to go, none of us can stop her.”

Dean shook his head. “I hate this,” he said, stomping off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So, what do you think?” Castiel asked, licking his chapped lips as you pushed eggs around your plate with your fork.

You didn’t know what to think. Part of you really wanted to be there when Michael got what was coming to him. Part of you wanted to see an archangel’s eyes blow out with light, but the bigger part of you wanted to never be around Michael again. “I-I don’t know, Cas. Um… If you need me, I’m willing, but…” You swallowed to clear your suddenly dry throat, reaching out to pick up your coffee mug. “I just…”

“I understand.” Cas nodded. “Will you come to Kansas City? You don’t have to go against Michael, but I think it would be best for you to… to be there.”

You nodded. “Yeah, of course. I wouldn’t leave you guys hanging.”

Cas gave a tight smile. “Thank you. Jack is a lot happier when you’re here.”

“Dean’s not,” you responded, standing to toss the rest of your scrambled eggs in the trash.

The angel sighed, heavily. “Dean is complicated.”

“You don’t have to tell me, Cas.” You walked to the sink, grabbing a sponge and cleaning the plate. “You know I can’t stay, right? I’m so happy that Jack’s okay and I… I, obviously, can be around Dean now without breaking down, but… I can’t stay around him not for very long, anyway. It’s too much.”

“You’re still in love?”

You bit your lip, grabbing a dishrag and wiping the plate. “Of course. He could never hurt me enough to make me stop.”

“Y/n…”

“It’s not a big deal.” You set the plate on the counter and turned to him. “I always knew I wasn't good enough for him, that someday… someday he'd realize that… someday he'd remember that he's Dean Winchester and that he could have almost any woman in the world.” A little shuddering sigh escaped you as you avoided looking at Cas. “Just wish he would've cast me out before Michael got his hands on me. I'd have far fewer scars to show if he had.”

You ran your hands across your shoulder and down. You'd counted them, once. Well, not just once. You'd actually counted them several times, sitting in front of a floor-length mirror with a compact in your hand, making sure that the number came out the same every time. Three-hundred and thirty-three cuts. Ignoring the old scars, just counting the ones Michael tore into your flesh over the two days he had you, there were three hundred and thirty-three of them; A divine number.

Cas had tried, on more than one occasion when you first got out of the hospital, to heal the scars. Michael had done something to you that prevented Cas’ grace from touching you, a ‘force field’ as Jack had dubbed it. You were stuck with the scars.

You cleared your throat and turned away. “Anyway, I’ll head to Kansas City, get a bit of an advance recon going. You can call me when you… when you get there.”

“You shouldn’t go alone.”

“I really should.” You stepped forward, wrapped your arms around him, before running for your car.

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The copper taste of blood in your mouth pulled you out of the unconscious state you were in. “No,” was all you could say to the vamp that got the drop on you.

“Just let it happen, y/n,” a sharp-dressed, dark-skinned woman in clunky heels knelt down next to you. “You’ll be mine in a minute either way. It’ll go so much faster if you just let go.”

“Michael,” you groaned, trying to fight it as you could feel yourself turning.

“Do you remember what I said when I let you go, y/n?” Michael asked, her eyes glowing blue as she ran her hand over your mouth to clean the blood off of you. “I told you that I have no need of broken, human hunters. What I have need of is this… you, hungry.”

“I won’t,” you started to deny, shaking your head as everything started to get louder. Hyper-senses.

“You will. Pick her up. Take her to Hitomi Plaza… and get her someone to eat.”

You tried to resist. When they locked you in that office at Hitomi Plaza, you tried to find a way out. When they shoved that trembling businessman through the door and quickly closed it behind him, you tried to ignore the sound of his heart pounding, how the smell of him made your mouth water. You tried to keep away from him, but you were so hungry.

Michael appeared next to you as you dropped the man to the floor, disgust eating at you because of how satisfied you felt. She smiled. “Now, do you see? Every desire you’ve ever had, they pale in comparison to this one, and this desire is so easily sated.” You blinked as she cupped your chin in her hands. “You’re mine, now.”

You nodded, looking up into her eyes. Now that the hunger was gone, you could feel Michael’s grace flowing through you. You were Michael’s. “Good girl. Now, how about a treat?” You could feel grace pouring into your skin from her palms and when she pulled away smiling, you ran your hand over your right cheek. No raised tissue met your fingertips, the scars on your face gone. “Much more pleasing to the eye without those scars.”

“Thank you,” you whispered. “But wh-”

“Why?” Michael smirked. “Because I found you deserving. You proved your strength… here.” She pointed to one of the scars on your stomach. “I gave you three hundred and thirty-three cuts. You gave me tears and blood in return, vomit at one point, but you did not, not once, beg me to stop or to end your life. You are strong. But I don’t want a strong human, y/n.”

“You needed a monster.”

“Wanted,” Michael corrected, before continuing. “I knew you’d be here, in Kansas City. I knew one of my army would find you. I incentivized them to turn you instead of killing you like we’ll be doing with the other hunters. And now, when the boys arrive, you’ll be here to greet them with me.”

You nodded. Suddenly, all you wanted was to show the Winchesters the new you. You felt your fangs poke out of your gums again in your excitement. “Put your fangs away, dear. Don’t want to ruin the surprise, do we?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You watched from the CCTV in the security room as Michael beat Castiel bloody, while Sam, Jack and Dean infiltrated the office in an attempt to catch Michael by surprise. Of course the archangel knew they were there and called to you with her grace, bidding you to join them. You walked into the penthouse office as Michael’s female vessel dropped to the ground. You could feel Michael reenter Dean and it made you smile. It was right. He was stronger in Dean, better.

Michael stepped forward a few steps to look out at the lights of the city.

“Dean?” Cas said, confused.

You couldn’t see their faces from behind them, but you could see their bodies go tense as Michael broke the spear in half. You smiled as Michael turned, eyes glowing brightly. “No,” Sam denied. Their hearts were pounding and you felt yourself getting hungry again just from the sound of it.

“Yeah.” Michael’s eyes faded to a dark green. “When I gave up Dean, you didn’t think to question it, to ask why? Dean was… resisting me. He was too attached to you, to all of you.” He beckoned you closer and you came around Jack’s right side as he continued speaking. “He wouldn’t stop squirming… to get out, get back. So I left...” You swiped the crystal tumbler off of the coffee table and handed it to him.

“...but not without leaving the door open…” He licked his lips. “...just a crack.”

“Y/n?” Jack questioned, eyes wide and confused.

“Oh, don’t worry about y/n. She was just the first in a long line of things I ruined for Dean.”

“Why wait?” Castiel asked.

“The same reason I scarred y/n; to break him. To crush and disappoint him so completely that, this time, he’ll be nice and quiet for a change-” He reached out and ran his hand across your cheek. “-buried. And he is. He’s gone.”

You licked your lips as he drank down the rest of the liquor in the glass. “And now, I have a whole army out there…” He spread his arms dramatically to show the scale of his city-wide attack plan before turning to you and winking. “...and here, waiting, ready for my command, ready… for this.”

Michael didn’t have to tell you what to do as he snapped his fingers and your fangs descended, ready to attack at the behest of your master, your savior, the only one who ever saw you as deserving of anything.

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angeladex · 5 years ago

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Don’t be a Jerk

I’m not sure what I want to accomplish with this, just that I kinda want to get it out, and get it...out into the world.

I have been thinking a lot lately about little!me. Like, not child!me. Just, like...dumb 13yo me. And...like...I don’t look fondly on 13yo me. I was dumb af. Like, that’s not nice, and it’s not nice to say about yourself, and it’s not nice to say about young people, but I was just...I was so naive? And sometimes, it just wasn’t in the best way.

I was judgey. And I didn’t think I was judgy. I’ve always been a pretty upbeat person, and happy and bubbly, and if you asked any of my high school friends, or even my college friends, they’d tell you that. It’s something I pride myself on. I’m just...I dunno. Soft? Like, I’m not hard. I don’t think I’d make it in the army or anything. I don’t have that kind of strength. I have different strength. And that’s okay, and I’m usually okay with it.

But.

13yo me was judgey af.

I’m thinking specifically of like, two instances.

So we all kind of grow, and as we grow, we sometimes grow into or out of friends we had when we were young. That’s normal. (Well, at least it was for me, and largely because I moved a lot in elementary school, so it was a normal thing for me to have to pick up and make new friends every few years.) (And this isn’t as true for me anymore, ironically, because in the group of some of my very best friends, I have a friend I’ve known for 20+ years; we’ve literally been friends since she was 6yo)

In my young years I had one set of friends, and entering my teens I had a different set. And that was normal.

As I was...13ish? Like, 7th grade? I was besties with this girl, and she had other friends, and I had other friends, and it was all cool.

One day, (and I only realized this after) she 3-way called me (this used to be a thing when I was a girl, am I dating myself? Is this still a thing that happens?) but I didn’t know it was a 3 way call, I thought it was just her, but she had her other friend on the line. It was one of those things where she casually brought up this other friend (who was totally listening) to see if I would say bad things about her.

And...I didn’t roast her. But I didn’t praise her. I just...said judgey things about her because of who I thought she was, not because I actually knew her or anything. This is what I thought was okay to do.

Me and that friend kind of drifted apart after that. We never had, like, a confrontation, or even really talked about it, I just kind of figured out what happened, and it was just...what it was. I’ve never been good with confrontations.

And we were both the product of our own idiocy and our generation, I’m not saying what she did was the nicest thing. She probably didn’t think much of it. That’s just how she was with her friends. And I’m not excusing myself. I had been taught by my parents, my teachers, how unkind it is to talk meanly about people, even if you don’t think they’re listening. But...it was just something we did. Like, it was okay, you know? Girls got away with it, and they probably still get away with it.

And...here’s the thing.

Some time later, I’m not sure when, there was a dance at school.

Now, this was in the late nineties, remember, and if you decided to go to the dance, and then you didn’t like it, you had to wait out until the end when your parents came to pick you up, because you couldn’t call them to come get you. No cell phones. And I lived close enough to walk, but I’d been told not to, because it was starting to get dark.

This was before I realized I didn’t like dances on their own merit. I went alone, none of my friends ended up coming, and I was miserable.

And...this girl saw me. I was quite a pathetic picture, I’m sure. I was just sitting in the chair closest to the door, waiting for it to be time to leave. I’m pretty sure I was crying.

This was the girl who wasn’t my bestie, it was the one who’d been listening on the 3-way call. The one I’d said mean, judgey things about, and she’d heard them.

She came over to me, and asked if I wanted to come and dance with her and her friends.

I said I didn’t know how, etc, but she wheedled me onto my feet, and we stood right next to the speakers, and I danced with her and her friends, who were strangers to me. They were super nice, and complimented me, though I didn’t deserve it: I specifically remember this heinous jacket I used to wear in middle school that didn’t go with anything, and It was tied around my waist, I hadn’t dressed up, I was just in jeans and a T-shirt, my hair was just in a ponytail, I’d been crying, and I just felt as non-glamorous as I could, and to top it off, I have NO rhythm. I can’t dance to save my life. Like. I. Just. If I could show you through words alone I would.

And I will remember that for the rest of my life. The lesson I took from those things.

I drifted from my “bestie” because I said mean, judgey things about her friend. That was on me. And I had to live with my own hypocrisy because that same girl I’d trashed was a decent human and was so nice to me, even when I didn’t deserve it.

Like. Guys. I was such a stupid, idiot 13yo. I didn’t think there were consequences to my actions, I didn’t care about what I did or said, I didn’t care about what I wore...and...I just...I so so so wish I had.

I can look back on a few other times in middle school where my paradigm shifted drastically, where I was (and, I hope, still am!) a better person than I had been.

I know that sometimes we can lose patience with teenagers; they can be a blight, and entitled, and (melo)dramatic, and...I get it.

But y’all. 13yo me was a blight and entitled and melodramatic, too. And on top of it, she was judgey and mean. And...I don’t like that about myself. But I’m glad for it. I’m glad I was able to have that experience because I look back now and check myself.

Am I being gossipy? Do I judge people before I even know them? Sometimes we do, you know. And we can’t even help it. We have a tendency to be uninformed and entitled and downright ignorant, and then we turn around and wear those things like a badge of honor.

But I don’t want to.

I want to distance myself from my 13yo self more and more with each passing day. With each passing year.

I want to be the kind of person who knows that she used to be kind of horrible. But that she isn’t, now.

I don’t really know what to do with this. I just know I needed to say it.

If you’re young? I know adults can be a drag and whatever, but we’re trying to help you not be complete idiots. Because we were once idiots, and it’s hard to have to realize about yourself that you’re kind of a moron.

If you’re an adult, but you see any of these more negative traits in yourself? You can change. The world would be much, much better if there were less judging and meanness in it.

And just because you don’t think that person can hear (or see) what you’re saying about them, when you’re being judgey and rude? Doesn’t make it okay to be judgey and rude.

tldr:

Everyone has a past in which they sometimes played a sucky role. But people change. And they can change for the better.

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cognacdelights · 4 years ago

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I literally only know my best friend and I who listen to them or even know of them so I was SHOCKED when you posted the lyrics and I had to come say something about it omg

Yeah I anon about stuff from your writing or chiming in about stuff you’ve reblogged or are talking about so I guess maybe all the others are randoms or maybe it’s a core group of people who always anon? It’s a mystery to me dude

I am most certainly an og og and I will wear that badge with pride

me too bestie bc they're just so small and unknown and their songs lowkey slap like pasta? BOP. 24 hours? BANGER. emily? MY JAM.

wait i love this so much you need an emoji so i know it's you like pls (not me shamelessly begging for emoji anons). not me having my own little fan club <3 i'm joking this just amazes me

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justniggatrynahelp · 7 years ago

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The Gang As Girls (Headcanons)

Ponyboy:

-she’s so adorable omg

-has freckles

-her hair goes to the level of her shoulders

-Soda always makes the most adorable braids of her hair

-likes to craft all sort of stuff

-has flowercrowns she made herself

-she just loves adding stuff to anything

-got plain jeans? give it to her and she’ll make a miracle out of it!

-doesn’t like to show off

-wants to grow longer hair like her sister’s

-small bit jealous of Soda’s hair

-pretty tall for her age

-doesn’t like loud music

-kinda insecure about her freckles

-but everyone loves them and finds them so ultra super couper extra cute

-gets nervous while talking about her crushes

-johnny’s bff

-just the cutest girl you’ll ever meet

-won’t admit but loves The Beatles

-would marry all 4 of them

-no question

-they’re the reason she has bangs

-Two-Bit has all their albums and she’s so jealous

-she has a diary

-her favourite actor is Marlon Brando

-favourite actress is Audrey Hemburn

-there isn’t a movie on this planet that moves her world as “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”

Sodapop:

-has long soft & shiny hair

-big baby eyes

-how does she do it???

-wears a lot of different hair clips

-uses hair spray

-takes good care of her nails

-everyone just loves her

-has a very weird fashion sense

-she can go from pink girly dress to guerrilla pants, denim jackets and big boots

-has a tini tiny crush on Steve

-no one knows it

-besides Ponyboy

-and he’s teasing her about it when they’re alone

-likes taking ponyboy’s stuff

-she still didn’t return that flowercrown she took last month

-Pony’s reminding her 24/7 that she has to give it back

-she acts like she’s keep forgetting to give it back

-she actually gave it to Steve

-so, Pony better say goodbye to your beloved flowercrown

-tried cooking

-failed

-Darry’s been on edge of nerves to learn her to cook

-nope

-still failure

-has a huge poster of Elvis in her room

-would sell her soul for it

-acts like she can wear heels

-no she cannot

Darrel:

-100% wonderwoman.

-she has hair which goes to the middle of her back but most of the time she keeps it in a tall ponytail

-usually wears baggy jeans and wide shirts

-COOKING LEVEL OVER 99999999

-makes the bEST brownies in whole Tulsa

-it’s like a social gathering whenever she makes brownies

-very protective of her sisters

-secretely knows about Pony’s “beatlemania” but won’t tell

-always there to save her sisters from any kind of trouble

-wishes they could do more stuff on their own

-cracks puns on a good day

-cracks pans against somebody’s head on a bad day (jk jk jk 😂)

-loves to get dressed real nice when going somewhere important

-her mother left her pearls and she wears them only on special occasions

-loves wearing bracelets

-for her last birthday Soda & Pony bought her a small box full of different bracelets

-each one for each day

-she was extremely happy with the present

-she wears them everyday, making sure they know how happy they made her with it

-Two-Bit is her bestie

-they didn’t hang out that much in since Darry started working

-she misses those days

-but they still get to hang out sometimes

-also listen to records

-she loves listening to The Who

-has 2 albums under her bed

-would wear bell bottoms 24/7

-makes her legs look longer

-plus comfortable & fashionable

Dallas:

-has boy-short hair

-has a blade in her backpocket

-cheekbones as high as her ego

-porcelain pretty clean face

-if you don’t count few bruises from last week’s fight

-not into girly style of dressing

-rocks leather jacket

-owns a collection of chokers

-has wild hair

-Johnny tried putting hair clips to make it look decent

-nope

-the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

-sometimes she goes out in a skirt

-rarely but it happens

-the girl got all the whisles

-and she punched every guy who even dared to say something about her look

-her favourite actor is James Dean

-she rewatched “Rebel Without A Cause” too many times

-feels kinda insecure about her teeth

-she tried not to smile too often

-Johnny noticed this and told her she has the prettiest & brightest teeth she ever saw

-since then Dally’s been laughing like crazy

-a huge fan of The Doors

-would kill if it meant she can go to one of their concerts

-has posters of Jim Morrison in her room

-and if you look a bit closer you can also see a few photos of Marilyn Monroe

-she absolutely adores her

-she and Johnny sometimes recreate scenes from “Some Like it Hot”

-of course, Dallas is going as Marilyn Monroe

- “I swear to god, if you tell anyone what we just did, not only I will beat you up, I’ll beat you up for good!”

- “You’ve got my word!“

-professional at doing makeup

-not many people know this since she only wears makeup during night’s out

-Soda is jealous of her skills

-has a small plant which is placed on her room’s window

-loves the plant

-she even caught herself singing to the plant so it’ll grow faster

Steve:

-a bit shorter than Soda

-has curly hair that goes a little above her shoulders

-loVES sweets

-specially anything with chocolate

-she looks tough & masculine

-but still adorable and effortless

-when she was younger she didn’t like her nose

-no one would even think about it but she she stood in front of a mirror, stared at her face and cried

-one time Soda came in and saw her crying in front of a mirror

-Soda walked closer to her and pulled her into a hug

-they sat in Steve’s room for few hours

-Soda didn’t wish to leave until Steve was completely satisfied with her look

-“Why would you even think your nose is ugly? It’s beautiful the way it is, just look at it! Look how beautiful is your whole pretty face!”

-since then, Steve hasn’t let even a tear

-her favourite movie is “Gilda”

-she’s a pro at fixing cars

-and she looks super cute in her working suit

-specially when she wraps a ribbon around her hair

-you wouldn’t even believe what kind of beauties work at DX

-there are times she walks out in a dress

-her favourite dress is dark blue with white dots all over it

-her favourite thing to wear on her head beside her ribbon is a flowercrown soda gave her a month ago

-simply loves wearing everything

-from all makeup, she only uses lipstick

-her car is the coolest car in whole Tulsa

-has her name written on back of it

-she dreams about being Rita Hayworth

Two-Bit:

-goofiest of all the gang

-has straight hair which comes to level of her shoulders

-her hair is most of the time tied in piggytails

-her dream is to go to Disneyland

-she’d take all her friends with her

-has a big jewerlly box she made herself

-she filled it with all kinds of badges

-she has her own collection of badges

-gang only knows about it

-she has all albums by The Beatles

-has no idea Pony is head over heels crazy about them

-she likes to wear denim jackets

-some of them has a mickey mouse drawn on them

-she likes to draw

-she made her own little comic series just like mickey mouse

-she called the comic: “Two & The Bit”

-she had nothing else on her mind so it was more than okay

-used to be very close with Darry

-hopes those days will be back again

-a big fan of color blue

-Paul McCartney is her idol

-John Lennon is her saviour

-the movie she enjoys watching is “Sabrina” with Audrey Hemburn

-she and Pony watched it together

-both fell in love with it

-Steve gave her a lolipop with Mickey Mouse’s face on it

-she stared at it so long

-she didn’t want to eat such a masterpiece

-but still ate it since Dally said he’ll eat it if she won’t

Johnny:

-her hair is little longer than Dally’s

-she has beautiful dark skin

-such a cutie beautie

-big dark eyes

-small nose with few smaller moles on her face

-she wears whatever she finds in her closet

-she and Pony are like the cutest duo in history

-she reads a lot

-her favourite book is “Sherlock Holmes”

-she watched every movie based on the book

-Pony lets her take some of her jewelly

-and Johnny lets Pony some of hers

-SLEEPOVERS

-she’s amazed by Pony’s designs, like the flowercrows she made

-Johnny even tried writing poetry

-she really likes Jimi Hendrix

-she knows the lyrics to all his songs

-she even got Dallas to listen to them with her

-she really admires Dally

-but thinks she should try to not get in so much trouble

-really quiet

-doesn’t like attention

-wishes she could get to go to London

-she loves doing impressions of Sherlock Holmes

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ricesoupremacy · 2 years ago

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(i'm replying after so long i'm so sorryy)

underrated? dude my grade's crazy about 5sos. keychains, stickers, badges, you name it, they've got it all over their bags. eh, maybe they are but i have fomo. your state of intellectual case of bonkers is what i hope to achieve one day. weirdness must be shared, it's what brings people together....it's what people bond over.... *insert inspirational music* god i wish i could have seen it.

i don't know but sometimes i get carried away and i overdo stuff. and i don't realise till i've made the person REALLY mad. eh yeah i keep strutting around like told you i'd get you together HA and he rolls his eyes but ik he's smiling on the inside lol. oh the things besties do for each other. i guide others to a treasure i cannot possess, or however the quote goes. (omg i really am parent material. i want to meet your dad i already respect him greatly.)

(so fun story i was in the car playing random songs with my dad, and incidentally "you need to calm down" started playing. my dad's even more outdated than i am, he has this one elite playlist with senorita being the latest ok- and now this particular song is his bop of the year. he won't stop playing it. and considering what the song's actually about, the whole situation's hilarious. i don't listen to ts a lot but one of my besties, the swiftie i told you about, says the exact same thing. she'll start belting out deep quotes and then when we ask she casually says oh it's from a taylor swift song. you wouldn't know. but me becoming a die-hard fan, now that is something. i look forward to seeing how you'll make that happen.)

you know how it is when someone says something and then immediately goes ugh idk what i'm saying i'm not making sense but they've been making perfect sense to you all the while and apparently other people did not understand?? it's like, we're all bread and made from the same dough but some bits have a tendency to stick to each other better because- they're alike and have a higher affinity for each other. that's us. i feel it every time we talk. and in hindsight, that sounded like a line from a cheesy romance but it applies here too.

we have rahim ke dohe this year. they're pretty much the same as the stuff we learnt in 7th so it's ok. this one hindi chapter we finished recently, it's- wow. it's supposed to be a love story but the guy's some weirdo creep and the girl just keeps crying and they both die at the end 💀 dude i don't even know how to speak hindi normally, forget learning it as a subject. oh she did but the one we have 😭

it's like those fangirls who write stuff on wattpad like my mother sold me to one direction. literally. she basically says i'll be your servant and i'll build palaces for you which will have windows so i can stare at you through them. and i'll wear a red sari and wait for you on the banks of the yamuna at midnight. eye-

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freedom-of-writing · 7 years ago

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Gone As A Girl Can Get

Just my version of episode 11. I had this idea at the end of last episode, so I didn't put in much stuff from the promo or the promotional photos.

"Wynonna!" Waverly cried out desperately. As if hurting her sister's feelings hadn't been enough, now because of her Wynonna would disappear. This day was going from better in better...

"Waves!" Jeremy yelled rushing through the doors of Shorty's and straight to his sister's side. "Are you okay?" He asked full of concern. He and Waverly were about the same age, they were orphans and the only Earp heirs remained, for their mother had left when they were four and five years old, whereas their father had died in an haunting accident. Of course, they weren't blood siblings, he'd been adopted when he was still a baby and he and Waverly grew up together and basically considered each other twins, since they were born only a couple of months apart.

"Yeah." She answered matter-of-factly, not understanding why her brother looked so worried. "Hey, did you hear shrieking?"

"Yeah... From your mouth, silly!" Oh, now that explains a lot of things! Waverly thought to herself, even though she was a little confused as to why she'd screamed like that if it had indeed been her. "Hey. Who's Wynonna?" Her brother brought her back to reality.

"Huh." Good question. "I have no idea." And she really had no idea why she'd shouted the name of someone she didn't know. Or... Did she know her? There was something about that name... It sounded quite familiar on her lips... "Hey, we've got a wedding to plan." She told her brother after a moment. She had no time to waste trying to figure out who that woman was, she was getting married in two days.

Jeremy looked almost as eager as she was about the preparations for his sister's big day. Not that he liked Champ, let's make it clear, but he'd given up trying to understand what Waverly found so special in that boy-man.

"Okay. So... Stop number one: sheriff station. Nicole had a night shift and I think she could use some breakfast."

"Let me guess, we're bringing her her favorite doughnuts along with a cup of coffee." He laughed at the face his sister made. He always found it amusing how much those girls spoiled each other. Nicole was a new sheriff deputy, well, at least, she was the last addition. She'd joined Nedley at the station only a year prior and she and Waverly had soon become best friends. Since he and his sister did almost everything together, it was no surprise that he too had a very close relationship with the cop, but sometimes he wondered if a friendship was really all there was between the two girls.

"We? I was actually going to give you something else to do while I'm at the station." She burst out laughing when Jeremy groaned in disappointment. "Gotcha!"

"Not cool, sis."

"Okay. Okay, sorry. But, come on, did you actually believed I wasn't gonna let you come with me to the station so you could see your beloved Dolls?"

"Waves! He's not my beloved! It's just a stupid crush..."

Waverly laughed again at her brother's reddening cheeks. She picked up the cup of coffee and the box of doughnuts from behind the counter and together they left for the station.

"Hey you!" Waverly greeted her friend cheerfully as soon as she'd entered the sheriff station. Jeremy was still outside talking to an old friend of his.

"Waves! Hey!" Nicole smiled her brightest smile at the sight of her friend. She'd had an eternal night-shift and she still had two more hours before she could go home and get some rest. Nothing had happened all night long and she was sleepy and bored as hell, Waverly was definitely the best thing to have happened to her in the past eight hours.

"Guess what I've got here!" The young Earp said while showing the other girl the white box she held high her hand.

"No way. Doughnuts?!"

"Only the best for my bestie."

"Babe, you're my guardian angel." She said taking the box and the cup of coffee from Waverly's hands and putting them on her desk.

"That sounded almost as sugary as those things are."

"Hey Jeremy..." The redhead greeted as she took a bite from on the first doughnut.

"Hey, Haught dog!"

"Jeremy..." She groaned. She hated that stupid nickname he kept on giving her. "Can you please stop calling me that?"

"Sorry, it fits you too well, miss puppy-eyes." He said gaining a hard glance from Nicole.

"Excuse me?! I'm a sheriff deputy, I don't have puppy eyes! I'll have you know my eyes are very threatening in fact!"

"Sure..."

"Waverly? Can you please just back me up here?"

"Sorry, babe. I'd like to, but it's really hard when you've got powdered sugar on your nose." As Waverly said that she had a strange feeling of dÃ©jÃ vu, like she'd already been in a similar situation before, but she couldn't quite remember when. Anyway, her words had gained a loud laughter from Jeremy and a exasperated groan from Nicole. She couldn't help but join in on her brother's giggles.

"I hate you both." The redhead said trying to put on her best offended face as her friends kept on laughing.

"No, you don't." Jeremy finally regained control of himself.

"Of course she doesn't, 'cause we're adorable!"

Nicole was trying to find something to say to comment on that last statement, but she was interrupted by a voice coming from the hallway.

"Officer Haught?" It was Dolls, her... Well, Nicole wasn't exactly sure how to define him. He work for a secret division called Black Badge and had his office there at the station. His room was strictly off-limits and she could remember a time she'd knocked and then let herself in and he'd basically threatened her with death if she ever entered the room without knocking again. Now things were better between the two of them, though. He'd even let help on a couple of cases. He wasn't that bad once you'd got to know him.

"Hey Dolls!" Jeremy waved to him from where he stood beside Nicole's desk. His voice carried the exact same cheerfulness of his sister's when she'd greeted her best friend just minutes before. It took him a few seconds to realize that had probably been inappropriate, so he tried to fix, but he only made it worse. "I mean, good... good morning... Agent, marshall..."

As he was stumbling with his words and becoming redder and redder in the meantime, the girls couldn't help but chuckling, amused by the whole scene.

"You too, Earp." Dolls greeted back, a bit weirded out but the boy's behavior. Jeremy was a very smart scientist and the BBD agent had consulted him more than once about his cases. No need to say that each time had been incredibly embarrassing thanks to the boy's weird behavior.

"So, hum, Haught? Come to my office when you've got a moment?" Dolls focused only on Nicole trying his best to ignore the fact that Jeremy was still staring at him, smiling like a fool.

"Sure. I'll be there in a sec." The redhead's answer was the cue for him to head back to his office.

"Wow Jer, that was subtle." Waverly said as soon as Dolls was out of earshot.

"Oh shut up."

"C'mon, lovebird. We're gonna be late for our appointment with the florist." Waverly put an hand on her brother's back and started pushing him in the direction of the door.

"Hey, Waves?" Nicole's voice stopped them in their tracks. "Call me later?"

Waverly gave her the brightest smile she could muster before following her brother outside.

Nicole looked at the clock pinned on the wall in front of her desk and sighed heavily. She was exhausted and she really hoped whatever Dolls needed her for it wouldn't take too long to deal with, because she was too tired to work extra hours that day. With another sigh she got up and walked to the man's office. Once she got in front of the door she knocked, making sure to wait for his permission before entering. One death threat was more than enough.

"Yeah?"

"It's me, sir."

"Haught. You can come in." He said in a gentle tone.

"Hey. So... What you need me for?"

"Do you know this man?" He showed her a picture of a man with long black hair, a black mustache and beautiful blue eyes, he was wearing a cowboy hat and he had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

Nicole was surprised the picture wasn't a black and white one, because the man in it certainly looked not of their times. There was something familiar about him, even though she couldn't recall ever meeting him. "No, why? Should I?"

"I don't know him either, but he claims to know us."

"Do you want me to check his criminal records? Maybe he knows us because we've arrested him for some kind of crime..."

"Trust me, if I worked for any other division and didn't believe supernatural things were possible, I would be ready to say his words came out of the mouth of a drunk man, but... I'm afraid it's not just a alcoholic we're dealing with."

"Okay... What did he say exactly? And who is he anyway?"

"We found him at the bottom of a pit. He was screaming out for help and he kept on repeating the name of a woman. Wynonna."

"Huh. Never heard before."

"That's what I told him, but he wouldn't have it. He says she lives here in Purgatory and is a member of BBD alongside me, him, Jeremy and her sister Waverly."

"Wait. Waverly... As in Waverly Earp?"

"Yeah. According to him, Wynonna is the heir of Wyatt Earp and the only one who can break the family curse."

"But that doesn't make any sense. The only sibling Waverly has is Jeremy."

"Right, 'cause that's the only part that didn't make sense to you..."

"Okay, yeah, it all sounded a bit crazy..."

"And that's not even the half of it." Dolls went on explaining everything that Man had told him. His name was Henry, but people called him Doc and, yes, Doc as in Doc Holliday. How was he still alive? Apparently he wasn't immortal, but he just didn't age. That was as long as his ring, which he had no longer with him, was intact. The ring was also the third seal the two widows, wives of Sheriff Clootie along with Constance, the Stone witch who'd given Doc his ring, needed in order to free their demon husband from the seal Costance had put on him. That had taken Dolls a good hour to understand, which was for him only further proof that Doc couldn't possibly be lying to him: the story was far too complicated to have been invented. The whole explanation of what the mustache man had told him had taken Dolls a very long time, but Nicole listened to it all attentively and doing her best not to get lost.

"Wow. That was... Wow." Nicole was so shocked by everything the marshall had just told her that she couldn't even find the words. "So, we believe him, right?"

"I can't tell you what to think, officer Haught. But I'm sure you can agree with me when I say he can't have made it all up in the time he was at the bottom of that pit."

"So what do we do now?"

"I have no idea. Even if what he says it's true, it doesn't change the fact that there is no Wynonna here and we have zero memories of those lives."

"I think we shouldn't tell Waverly. Her wedding is in tow days and she has enough worries as it is, we should keep her out of this at least for now."

"I agree." They remained silent for a while till Dolls spoke again. "Hey, you've just had a night-shift, haven't you? I think I kept you here long enough, you should go home and get some well deserved rest. I'll let you know if I can learn anything else about all of this."

"Okay. Thanks." With a nod Dolls dismissed her and Nicole left the room to go gather her staff and finally head home. It was lunchtime, but all she could think about was getting into her bed and sleeping till late evening.

That night at Shorty's...

Waverly and Jeremy had been out all day in order to get everything ready for her wedding. That night Champ and his friends were out for his stag party, whereas she was stuck behind the counter at Shorty's serving alcohol to old men and their young girlfriends. She was glad her husband-to-be and his friends had been smart enough to choose another place to go get drunk and lose their dignity. Waverly hoped they wouldn't do anything stupid, but, knowing them, she knew her hopes were futile. There was a 99% probability the boys would get in trouble and Waverly would've had to go pick them up at the station the morning after. Sometimes she wondered if Champ was really her only choice. Couldn't she have found someone else, someone better? But who? Nicole maybe? Wait what?! She was shocked that thought had even crossed her mind. Nicole was her friend, best friend even, but that was it. Right? She didn't think of her as anything more. Why would she?

As if her brother could read her mind from where he was sitting on the other side of the counter, he asked her: "So... What's going on between you and Nicole?"

"W-what do you mean?" The young girl had been taken by surprise by his question.

"Oh, I don't know... You're just... Acting differently."

"Differently? What's so different in the way we interact?"

"Look, it's not a big deal really. I just... I just noticed some changes, that's all. I don't know how to explain it, okay? It's like, like there's a different spark in your eyes when you look at each other."

"Different sp-" It took the girl a second to understand what her brother was trying to say. "Wait, are you implying there's more than just friendship between me and Nicole? Jeremy, I'm getting married in less than two days!" Waverly tried her best to keep her tone just above a whisper so not to be heard by everyone around them.

"I know, I know. Look, I would never think you're a cheater, okay? I'm just saying-"

"Just because you're gay it doesn't mean we all need to be freaks like you, Jer!" She was so mad at him she didn't even realize what she was saying till it was too late and the words were already up in the air.

"Okay, you know what? Ouch. That hurt, Waves." His eyes were welling up, but he was not going to cry like a baby in front of all of those people, so he jumped to his feet and ran out the door.

"Jeremy... Wait! Jer!" Waverly tried to call after him in vain.

As the Earp boy was rushing out Nicole was getting into Shorty's and was almost ran into by the boy. "Woah. What's wit the rush?" She asked her best friend who was standing midway between the doors and the counter. When the girl shook her head and ran back behind the bar, she followed her worried. "Waves? Hey, what's going on?" She didn't get a response, so she leaned onto the counter until she could reach one of the girl's hands. She grabbed it gently and waited for the young Earp to look at her. When Waverly finally raised her eyes, Nicole could see there were tears there and her worry only increased. "Babe, just talk to me. What happened?"

"I just called Jeremy a freak." She cried. "Oh my God! I just called my own brother a freak! He's gonna hate me forever, I'm like the worst sister in the whole wide world!" She dropped her head on her arms resting on the bar.

"Okay... I admit that, calling him that? Probably not the kindest words you could've used, but... Waves, I know you and you're like the sweetest person in the world. Besides, your his sister and he loves you more than anything, I'm sure he'll forgive you if you go apologize."

'You're my sister, okay? I'll always forgive you!' Waverly couldn't remember exactly when she'd heard those words and who had been to say them, but somehow they came to her mind after hearing Nicole's words. Anyway, that was not the moment to try and figure out where that memory came from, she had other, more imminent, problems to worry about. "You really think so? God, I can't believe I actually said that."

"Hey. Look, with the wedding and everything it's normal to be a little bit stressed out and, you know, that can make do or say things you don't mean..."

"Yeah... But still..." She sighed.

"And I guess, maybe, being engaged to a douche-bag doesn't exactly make things easier on you. No offense." It was no news that Nicole, just like Jeremy, didn't like Champ, but she tried to be a good friend to Waverly, so she almost never mentioned it.

'I just yelled at you, you shouldn't be so nice with me.'

'You know, Waverly, I think you've just been dating too many dickheads.'

'We're not dating.'

Another memory and once again Waverly couldn't tell where that came from. She just ignored it as the one before. "Look, I know Champ isn't exactly the gentleman type of guy, but we live in a small town it's not like I had much choice."

"But you love him, right?"

"I... Yeah. Of course..." She tried her best to sound convincing, but it didn't work.

"Are you sure?"

"Why is everyone assuming I'm having second thoughts today, huh? I'm not gonna call off my wedding the day before it's happening! That would be wrong."

"But so would be marrying someone you don't love. Look, Waverly, when it comes to getting married on a fever, I've been there, done that."

"With Shay. Yeah, I know..."

"My point is: listen to someone who has already made that mistake. Trust me, if I could go back, I'd never get married for fun again. You have no idea how frustrating it feels to know that one day, when I finally meet my soulmate, I won't even be able to call her my first, because, if we ever decide to get married, I'll have to call her my second wife. As if she were my second choice and not the most important person in my life. What I'm trying to say is: you're still in time to back out of this if you're reading not sure Champ is the person you wanna spend the rest of your life with. Don't make your soulmate be your second choice like I did." When she'd finished she waited for Waverly to say something and she probably would've if her phone hadn't started ringing.

"It's Champ." Speaking of the devil, she thought. "Sorry, I gotta take this." She had a bad feeling the boys had already gotten into trouble and it wasn't even half past midnight yet.

It was a quarter to one when Waverly finally made it to the sheriff station. She parked her car in front of the entrance and entered the building. The officer behind the front desk wasn't surprised to see her, it was the fourth time that month she had to go pick Champ up because he'd been arrested, was it for drunk driving, damaging of private property or for getting into a fight at a pub, he'd always found a way to get into trouble.

"I'd say good night, but I guess it's not." The man greeted her with a soft smile.

"I don't know what you mean. Having to pick your drunk fiancÃ© up at sheriff station after he's been arrested is every soon-to-be-wife dream, right?" She joked back. He chuckled and then motioned with his hand towards the hallway.

"You know the way."

"Unfortunately." She said to herself as she headed down the corridor to the cell she knew she would find Champ in.

"Baby!" The boy screamed excitedly and ran to the bars when he saw his girl walking towards him. "Thank God, you're here! Can you believe I had to spend my last night as bachelor in this smelly cell." He slurred his words a little, but Waverly was almost more used to his drunk talking than his sober one.

"Technically it's your second-to-last night as bachelor... And I'm pretty sure you're the one who stinks, Champ, not this cell." She scrunched up her nose at the smell of alcohol that emanated from the boy.

"Whatever... Now, c'mon, get us out here, baby."

"You know what? I think I'm actually going to leave you in here for the night."

"Excuse me?!" He tried to sound angry, but his drunk state only made him sound surprised.

"Yeah, Champ. I'm tired of having to pick you up at the station because you and your friends got drunk, did something stupid and then got arrested for it." Waverly wasn't really one to yell, but she'd had enough of his misbehavior and by then she'd lost all her temper. "We're getting married tomorrow and you're still behaving like a child! I guess I was stupid to think you would actually man up before our wedding day." Her eyes were starting to welling up, but she still managed to keep a steady voice.

"Baby..." He tried, but she wasn't quite finished yet.

"I had one request, Champ. One! You promised me you wouldn't get yourself arrested tonight!" At this point she just didn't give a damn if her voice was cracking and her cheeked were wet with tears. "I should know better than to trust you by now..." There was just so much sadness in her voice as she spoke these last words.

"Baby, c'mon, don't say that. Of course you can trust me. I made a mistake, okay. I'm sorry. The boys and I had a little too much to drink and..." Once again he was interrupted by the girl.

"Goodnight, Champ." She said firmly before turning and leaving, ignoring his pleas and sorries.

The next morning at the homestead...

Waverly was sitting outside on the porch with a blanket wrapped around her body. She was staring at the horizon in front of her, but not quite looking at anything in particular. The sun had already risen and the girl had been there to witness the whole moment. She'd gotten home very late the previous night, but she was simply to riled up to get some sleep. She'd stayed up all night, thinking about everything and anything. She replayed the events at Shorty's, what her brother told her about her and Nicole, the words she'd said to him, what Nicole had told her about marriage, Champ... And, for last, she even thought about her parents. She wished her mother had never left and dad was still alive. She imagined her father walking her to the altar at her wedding the next day. She even imagined Nicole was the one standing at the end of the aisle, smiling back at her and eating for her father to give her his daughter's hand. She didn't even know why her fantasy went there, she'd never thought of Nicole as anything other than a friend. Or did she? Maybe she had, unconsciously that is. Anyway, her imagination ran wild all night long and she was still fantasizing when her brother came out of the front door at about seven thirty.

"Waves?" He asked surprised to see her there. "You've been out here all night?" When the girl turned her head to face him he noticed there were tear stains on her cheeks nod it didn't take long for him to put two and two. "What did Champ do this time?"

"Jeremy..." She shook her head and started crying again. "I'm so sorry about last night. I don't know what's gotten to me, I swear I didn't believe those words. I love you and I could never..."

"Hey. It's okay." He stepped forward and put a reassuring hand on the girl's forearm. "I know you didn't mean it. It doesn't make it any less painful to hear, but..."

"Can you forgive me?" She basically begged him.

"Waves... You're my sister, of course I forgive you." He smiled at her before wrapping into a tight embrace.

'No, God, I'm over it! I forgive you! You're my sister, okay? I will always forgive you!' Again the sense of dÃ©jÃ vu took over Waverly's features. She was sure she'd live that situation before, but when? And why did those words come to her mind as if they were a memory? Before she could worry her mind too much, though, she was brought back to reality by her brother breaking the hug.

"So... About that douche-bag of your fiancÃ©... What did he do?" His sister might've changed the subject, but he was sure the boy was the reason for her being that upset in the first place.

"He and his friends got drunk and got into a fight at the pub. They got arrested. Again. He called me at about half past midnight to go pick them up at the station. I did go, but then I left them there." She didn't have the courage to look into her brother's eyes.

"You what? Really?" He exclaimed surprised. "I'm impressed. I'm glad to see my lil sis is finally showing her balls." He gave her a light punch on her arm.

"I don't know... I'm not so sure if that was the right thing to do, Jer. I shouldn't have left my future husband to rot in jail."

"Okay. First of, I'm pretty sure he did not rot for just one night and, second, you should've left him in jail the first time he got arrested and called you to go save his dumb ass. I say it was about time you left him there for the night."

"I just hope he doesn't make a scene when I'll see him later today. We're supposed to have lunch with his parents at noon." She sighed heavily.

"Why are you getting married to that child again?" He joked.

"Ha ha. Very funny. We've had this conversation before, you know why."

Before Jeremy can say anything else, his phone buzzing into his pocket. He takes it out to see who it was and is surprised to see the name appear on his screen.

"It's Dolls. I have to go." He says apologetically.

"Of course you do." She mocked him. "Just try not to break all the speed limits as you rush to the station."

"Oh, come on! I'm not that desperate."

"If you say so..."

"Hey. You've just been forgiven, don't push it."

"Okay. Fine. I'll say no more."

"Good girl." He smiled at her before heading inside quickly to get his things. After a few seconds he was out again and jumping down the few steps in front of the porch. "I'll see you later. Let me know how lunch went!" He yelled back at her as he headed towards his car.

"I will. Love you!" She yelled back.

"Love you too! More!" He screamed before closing his car door and leaving down the road.

Jeremy got to the station in half the time it would normally take to get into town for the homestead, so, yeah, he may have broken the speed limits a few times, here and there. Maybe Waverly hadn't been so wrong to think him that desperate to see Dolls. He parked his car outside the station and then rushed in. He was on such a hurry he almost missed Nedley greeting him from the door of his office, where he was standing with a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. It was eight in the morning, so the whole town was still pretty silent and there wasn't much to do for the sheriff. Jeremy managed to say a quick hello back at the man before taking the hallway and heading straight towards Dolls's office. He was about to enter the room without even knocking, but Nicole stopped him with a "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Unless of course a death threat is the greeting you're looking for at eight am." He stepped away from the door and waited for his friend to knock. Inside, next to the man he'd longed to see ever since receiving that text, he found another figure. The introduced himself as Henry, Doc for his friends, and it didn't take long for Jeremy to realize who he really was. To say he went crazy about it is a bit reductive. As the nerd that he is, of course he knew all about the legendary Doc Holliday, best friend of none other than his ancestor Wyatt Earp. When he was finally done geeking over the Doc, Dolls and the others told him everything about Wynonna and her disappearance. Just like Nicole and the marshall, Jeremy had no memories of the life Doc had described, but he too had no reason to believe what he'd said wasn't true.

In the meantime Waverly was dealing with her first free day in forever. She'd refused to take any days off to take care of the wedding preparations, but her boss had insisted she should at least take the before the wedding for herself. She still felt awful because of what had happened with Champ that night, but at least she had cleared things up with her brother and that was enough to set her mood a little higher. Since she had nothing to do till noon, when she had to meet Champ and his parents for lunch at their house, she thought getting some sleep wouldn't be such a terrible idea after the night she'd just had.

Lunch with her future in-laws went exactly as bad as she feared. Champ was furious with her for leaving him locked up at the station, his parents were furious with him for getting drunk, which only made him even more riled up. In the end, there had been a lot of screaming and arguing and almost no eating at all. In that moment she would've given anything to just grab her apron and go to work her afternoon shift at Shorty's. When she finally got back at the homestead at three she sighed in relief. She'd really longed for the peace and quiet of her home. She had sent a text to Jeremy, telling him all about her day so far and asking him what he and his boyfriend had been up to. She knew she shouldn't push it too much, but her brother had it so bad for Dolls that she just couldn't stop joking about his crush.

At the station, the three men and Nicole worked hard on finding a way to get their memories back and, of course, on getting Wynonna Earp back. The Iron witch had really committed herself making sure to erase any proof or link to their forgotten lives. Waverly's research about the family curse was nowhere to be found, so all their work could only be based on what Doc had told them. By the end of the afternoon they still hadn't found anything useful. Jeremy and Nicole had promised Waverly they would've had dinner all together to cheer her up after the disaster that had been her lunch with Champ, so they all decided to give up for the day and to meet again the day after the wedding.

That night Nicole had to leave quite soon, because Nedley had called her in to cover two hours of the shift of one of the deputies who'd had a family matter to take care of. Jeremy and Waverly had been up till late, chatting about they're best memories growing up. When it was one am they finally gave into sleep and went to bed. It was Waverly's big day after all and they had to get up early to get ready for the ceremony.

Wedding day...

Waverly was standing in her room oblivious of the fact that Champ had yet to arrive and the ceremony was to start in thirty minutes. She had yet to see Nicole and that worried her a little, even though she had no doubts the girl wouldn't miss her big day for the world. Her brother was somewhere outside discussing God knows what with Dolls and another man she'd never seen before.

She sighed. She was alone. She'd gotten dressed alone, put on her make up on her own and done her own hair. Shouldn't be the bride be surrounded by tons of people right before the wedding? Where the hell was everybody? As if someone could hear her thoughts, a knock came from the door.

"Come in." She said eagerly. "Nicole!" She almost screamed in joy at the sight of her best friends.

"Hey." The redhead greeted back. "Wow, Waves. You look beautiful." She stared in awe at the girl for a little more than would've been appropriate for just a friend.

"Thanks." The young Earp couldn't help but blush a little at the compliment.

"Are you okay? Nervous?"

"I'm fine. I'm about to marry a dickhead, right? What's not to love about that?"

"Waverly..."

"I'm just kidding..." She trailed off when she noticed something was not quite right with Nicole. She wasn't wearing her bridesmaid dress, but her deputy uniform. "Hey, why... Why are you still in your uniform?" The other girl said nothing and moved to turn away her gaze instead. "Nicole? What's going on?"

"It's Champ..."

"What about him?"

"He got arrested again last night. Nedley allowed him to leave the station, but on one condition: a police officer is to be with him all the time. Since he knew I was coming to the wedding, he picked me to babysit Champ."

"You're joking, right?" She said with tears in her eyes.

"Waves..." She tried, but was cut off by the other girl.

"Where is he now?"

"Guest room. But... Before you go... Babe... His parents are taking care of him as best they can, but... He's still a little drunk and the man he got into a fight with has left him with a very nasty black eye." She talked slowly in order to be able to study Waverly's reaction to the news.

"Awesome." She stated sarcastically. "Welcome to the happiest day of your life, Waverly..." She said to herself as she moved for the door.

"I'm sorry..."

When she got to the guest room, she didn't even bother knocking, she just barged into the room.

"Baby!" Champ yelled happily when he saw her.

"Waverly..." His mother tried.

"Leave us. Please." She waited for his parents to get out before turning back to the boy.

"Wow, baby. You're hot." He went to put his hands on her hips, but she slapped him away.

"And you're drunk." He just shrugged. "It's our wedding day, Champ. Or have you forgotten? You really couldn't go one night without drinking?!"

"It was just a beer..."

"Oh really? Now you get drunk after just one drink?! And what about your damn eye, huh?!"

"It's just a bruise... It'll pass..."

"Yeah? And how long before you get a new one? How long before you get arrested again? Do you even know you're only out on bail?! The only reason they let you out is because Nicole is here to babysit you!"

"Please. I don't need a babysitter."

Are you sure? 'Cause all you've been doing ever since we got together is acting like a child! At first I thought it was because you were still a teenager and you still needed to mature, then, when you proposed, I thought the time had finally come for you to become a man. But I was wrong. You're still that child who asked me to go out on a date with him during our senior year." She took a pause before saying what she had really wanted to say all along. "I've borne you for three years, Champ, but I can't do this anymore. We're done."

"Wh-what do you mean done?"

"I mean that I'm not marrying you today, or ever." And then she said the words that had taken way too long for her to believe. "I deserve better than you."

"Baby..."

"I hope you and your beers can live happily ever after. Goodbye, Champ." And with that she turned and left the room. She had done it. She had finally listened to all her friends and family telling her she should break up with that boy-man who didn't deserve her. Now there was just one more thing she needed to do.

Nicole had gone outside, in front of the porch, to join the others in their conversation. She was talking to Dolls when she saw Waverly step outside. She excused herself to go to see if the girl was alright. The brunette saw her and waited for her to join her on the porch.

"Waves. Hey, what happened?" Now that she was standing in front of the girl she could there were tear tracks on her cheeks.

"I ended it. Yeah, I'm done. We're done."

"Oh" Well, that was unexpected.

"You were right, Nicole. I never should've said yes to him. I just... I just thought, living in this small town, I had no other choice, but... I was wrong." She took a moment to look at the girl standing in front of her. Nicole seemed a little confused, so Waverly continued. "I think I've already found the one I love. I was just too blind to see it." She looked straight into Nicole's eyes before moving to place her hands on the girl's cheeks. The redhead held her breath, she was studying Waverly's every move not believing that was actually happening. Slowly the brunette closed the gap between their lips. Nicole was paralyzed for a moment, but, when she realized she wasn't dreaming, she finally responded to the kiss. Just like in the fairytales, as the girls were kissing all of her memories flashed back into their minds. They remembered their first meeting in Shorty's, Nicole flirting with Waverly, they remembered discussing their feelings for each other, they remembered their first kiss in Nedley's office, Willa shooting Nicole, their fights and their first time, they remembered Waverly being possessed by a demon and Nicole and Wynonna working together to save her, they remembered their fight when Waverly found out Nicole had lied to her about her DNA test results, they remembered the accident with the widow that had almost killed Nicole, they remembered.

They parted gasping, as all the memories came back to them. They looked at each other surprised.

"Waves?"

"Babe. I remember." They smiled at each other before going back in for another kiss. It was Nicole to break it after a while.

"As much as I love doing this, we need to talk to the others."

"The others." Waverly turned to look at the three still standing in they're spot in front of the house. They weren't talking anymore, but they all had their attention on the two girls. "They don't remember us..." She said sadly.

"Doc does. But he's the only one."

"Wait, how did you...?"

"We'll explain you everything, I promise. C'mon." She grabbed Waverly's hand and dragged the girl towards the others.

Since the wedding had been called off, Waverly and Jeremy has sent all the guests home, apologizing for the change of course. Once everyone had left, the Earp siblings had ushered Doc, Dolls and Nicole inside so they could discuss everything in private. Now that three out of five had their memories back, the facts were a little easier to reconstruct. Waverly told them all she knew about Gretta, her wish, the deal they made at the hospital to save Nicole's life. Together they went through all the possible ways to get Wynonna back, just like they had the day before.

"I'm afraid science doesn't have a solution for this kind of disappearance." Jeremy said when asked for the umpteenth time if he had found something useful in his books.

His answer gave Waverly and idea, though. There might have been someone of their acquaintance who could own the solution to Wynonna's disappearance. "I think I know who does, though. Gretta."

"The iron witch? Waverly, she's the reason Wynonna is gone." Doc didn't like her idea one bit.

"I know. Which is exactly why she's also the only way to get her back."

"So let me get this straight, you wanna make a new deal with the same witch who tricked you into giving the widows the third seal and then made your sister vanish?" Jeremy hoped he had misunderstood the plan.

"Wave... this is too dangerous." Nicole's voice was full of concern.

"But it's also our best chance. We need to try and talk to her."

"She's right. This might really be our only choice." Wait, did Dolls just agreed to her plan straight away? He really had no memories of his real life.

He and the Earp girl looked at the others and waited for them to say their okays and fines. It was settled, they had a plan. It wasn't the best plan, they knew that, but they had run out of options and maybe of time as well. If widow Beth had already broken the third seal and freed her demon husband, they could only hope they would get Wynonna back in time before sheriff Clootie destroyed everything.

They went to the hospital and asked at the receptionist for Gretta. The man had told he could not just disturb a nurse on her shift for no reason, so Nicole and Dolls showed him their uniform and badge to give him one. They told him to let her know they would be waiting for her outside, since they had to discuss some business privately. Minutes passed and no one showed up. They were beginning to think the man had completely ignored their request, but then the doors opened and Gretta appeared through them.

"Waverly Earp. Why am I not surprised to see you?"

"Maybe you'll be surprised to see me then." Doc said as he pointed a gun at the woman.

"Holliday. No need for that gun."

"We need to talk." Waverly interjected. They had no time to waste threatening each other.

"Do we?"

"You have to bring Wynonna back. Undo your wish."

"That's just not happening. I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you should've thought of the consequences when you agreed to make a deal with me."

"You tricked me. I'd asked for a cure."

"And I led you to one. I kept my side of the deal, you knew you'd have to pay back somehow."

"Pay back... of course!" How did she not think about it before? She finally knew how they were going to get her sister back. "You said Wynonna and I had to pay for killing your sister. You wished for one of us to have to live without the other like you have to live without Mattie. It doesn't have to be Wynonna, though, does it?"

That caught Gretta's attention. "I'm listening..."

"Bring Wynonna back and take me instead."

"Waverly..." Doc and Dolls said at the same time, soon followed by Nicole. "Ok, woah. Hold on, can we at least talk about this first?"

"Nicole..."

"Waverly, please... there has to be another way."

"We're running out of time. With Beth in possession of the third seal, God knows what's about to happen. For all we know sheriff Clootie might already be walking among us. He's nothing like the demons we had to deal with so far, he's stronger, more dangerous. There's no way we can stop him without Wynonna and you know that."

"She's right. We need her now more than ever." This was the second time in very little time that Dolls had agreed with her. She surely liked this version of him.

Waverly stepped in front of her girlfriend and grabbed her hand in hers. "Look, this won't be forever, okay? We get Wynonna back and, once you've defeated Clootie, you'll find a way to get me back as well. I trust you." Then looking at everyone else. "All of you." They all stared at each other for a moment. It was clear nobody liked this plan, but they did understand it was necessary to confront what was coming.

Their moment was soon interrupted by a not-so-patient Gretta. "Tik tok. I don't have forever, lovebirds. Do we have a new deal or not?"

Waverly looked at the witch for a second. She took a deep breath to steady her voice before turning to Nicole. "I love you. Just hold on to that, okay? We will find a way back to each other." Then again at everyone: "You take care of Wynonna and the little one for me, okay? I swear, if you let anything happen to them, I'm gonna kick all of your asses when I get back." They we're all crying, but her comment had managed to lighten up the mood a little, making them laugh softly. "No, but seriously, promise me you'll all take care of each other while I'm gone. And tell Wynonna I'm sorry. I... I should've listened to her. I should've trusted her and I hope that one day she'll be able to forgive me."

"He hem." Gretta cleared her throat. She'd had enough of all these sentimentalism.

Waverly finally turned to face her fully. "You bring Wynonna back and make me disappear. That's our deal." She said firmly. She wasn't gonna risk misunderstandings a second time.

"Almost. I think a change of the original deal needs a higher price. When I took your sister away, I gave you new lives, new memories. Your sister and your friends won't be so lucky this time. I will give them their memories back so that every day they'll wake up knowing you are missing and there's nothing they can do about it. Just like I have to live without my sister, being aware there's no way to get her back. This is my deal. Take it or leave it."

Waverly hesitated a moment. She did want her friends to have their memories back, otherwise they wouldn't have known about the widows, demon Clootie and the Earp family curse. She did want them to be able to be prepared for this new threat, but another side of her wished they could forget about it all and live free of this mess that were their lives. She sighed and looked the Iron witch straight in the eye before agreeing to the deal. "I take it. Yeah, we've got a deal."

"Very well. I hope you said your goodbyes, 'cause you won't be seeing them for a while. Or, you know, ever."

"Just get this over with."

Gretta started pronouncing some kind of spell in German like she had the other time. As she was doing so, Nicole had reached Waverly and took her hand. The girls looked at each other, crying.

"I love you!"

"I'll be back." And with that she vanished. That was it. She was gone.

"Waverly!" The redhead cried out staring at where the young Earp was standing just a second before.

"Wynonna!" The three men exclaimed as the woman appeared right in front of them. They remembered everything too.

"Hey, guys. Why do you look like you've seen a ghost? And how did I get here?" Wynonna asked not understanding what had just happened.

"Well, it looks like you people might have some catching up to do. My job is done here." Gretta said before going back into the hospital.

"What...?" She took a look around, but everyone averted their eyes. Everyone but Nicole, who looked at her with tears in her eyes, and that was when the Earp heir noticed someone was missing. "Where's Waverly?" A tear traveled down the redhead cheek before she moved her gaze away, just like the others had done. "Guys? Can someone, please, tell me what the hell is going on?"

Dolls looked up, took a deep breath and said: "Come, let's go to the station. We'll explain you everything once we get there." He put a hand on her back and gently pushed away from the entrance of the hospital, the others following close.

Here it is! I'm sure the actual episode was much better than this story, but I hope you still enjoyed my version of it. Thank you for reading!

#fanfic #wynonna earp #wayhaught #waverly earp #nicole haught #gone as a girl can get

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