#he saw eclipse and was like this is a normal movie that i like

[gr4yk]

Shawn Spencer is cannonically a vampire romance girlie which also means he's cannonically a twilight girlie. In this essay I will...

[middleearthpixie]

I'll See You in My Dreams ~ Chapter One

Summary: Noelle James knows soul mates exist, the trouble is, she just can’t seem to find hers. Especially since hers seemed to have existed only in the world of cinema and The Hobbit movies. No one believes she actually spent time in Tolkien’s Middle Earth and even fewer believe Thorin Oakenshield existed in her world, either. 

So when she finds herself unexpectedly alone on yet another Christmas, she has no way of knowing exactly what the universe has in store for her this time.The trouble is, this man claiming to be Thorin can’t possibly be him, for he died at the hands of Azog the Defiler at Ravenhill. She saw him die with her own eyes.

So, it can’t be him.

Or can it?

Pairing: Thorin x ofc Noelle James

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 4.2k

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New Jersey, present day

The pond was frozen. 

Of course, everything was frozen. All the weathermen kept going on about was how cold December had been. Far colder than it had been for years. A white Christmas was not only hinted at, but practically guaranteed by those talking heads. Sure enough. By December twenty-third, there was at least six inches of fresh powder blanketing all but the furthest points south in New Jersey and it had been snowing on and off since Christmas Eve.

Normally, Noelle loved Christmas. Especially white Christmases, which happened about as often as total solar eclipses. Which was to say, they happened next to never. The last one she recalled was three years ago, and it reminded her very much like this one.

She would spend it alone, licking her wounds from yet another breakup.

Of course, to be fair, unlike three years ago, Rich didn't cheat on her. There were no suddenly cancelled plans that resulted in a late night phone call and a confession about screwing a coworker. 

No, this was, for all intents and purposes, a civil, grown up, mature breakup. She couldn’t even fault him, really. His fatal flaw?

He wished to get married and she didn’t.

That was it. 

They’d broken up in person, in a café in Paris, of all places. She’d flown out to visit him, excited to see him after a long time apart (his work took him all over the globe and he kept some terrible hours as well) but something happened when she’d arrived. Actually, it was more like after a few days in France. It’d begun wonderfully, every bit as romantic as in any movie—they didn't even get any sleep her first night there, as they were far too busy christening every flat surface in his hotel suite. 

But, then something went wrong. Something Noelle couldn’t put her finger on, but it definitely sent their relationship on a collision course with disaster. It seemed that with each passing minute, things soured a bit more. They didn't fight. There were no accusations or jealousy or anything. It just felt… wrong.

It all came to a head on her last night in France, when over coffee at that sidewalk cafe, she returned the absolutely stunning two-carat, princess cut engagement ring to an equally stunned Rich, telling him she didn't know why, but she’d changed her mind about getting married. She couldn’t explain it. She just knew she wasn't ready. 

But he must have felt the same, for there were no pleas to work on their relationship, no suggestion that perhaps if he cut back on work (which she would never ask him to do anyway, not at this point in his career) or maybe if they just postponed their wedding date, it would all work out.

No, there was none of that. A hint of confusion swirled in his brilliant blue eyes, but he’d nodded and ran his hand though his spiky hair, which had been mostly black when they’d met, was now highlight with streaks of silver. It suited him, though. She often told him so.

But not that night. That night, her eyes stung and her throat squeezed shut as he’d murmured, “You’re probably right, Noe. I think I’ve felt it as well and was just too scared to say anything, that if I didn’t, it would simply go away. But, still, thank you for being honest with me.”

“Of course.” She’d reached across the table to cover his long-fingered hand with hers, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

He’d met her gaze once more, a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. “I will miss you, you know. Who else will tell me when my American accent needs work?”

���Hire a better dialect coach than the one you’d had,” she’d managed, “and you’ll be fine.”

He’d nodded, drew in a deep breath, and then let it out as he said, “Take care of yourself.”

“I will.” She reached for her purse and stood, then came around to his side of the table to bend and pressed a light kiss into his soft hair. “Take care of you, too, Rich.”

And that was that. It ended not with a crash. Not with a bang. But with only a soft whisper.

She lived in New York, in a high-rise luxury apartment building on Duane Street. Her public relations firm had grown by leaps and bounds in the last three years—with her opening offices in Los Angeles and Miami—and she could now afford the penthouse in her building if she so desired, but she loved her cozy space and had no desire to move. Not even to the penthouse above her. That cozy space was hers.

But, once she’d returned to New York, she found being in the apartment left her restless, with interrupted sleep. When she did manage to fall into a sound sleep, it was only to be plagued by strange dreams that made no sense. She began to consider buying that penthouse, and finally told her realtor that she’d changed her mind and negotiations were underway. 

However, the holiday season slowed everything to a crawl and when her mother invited her to spend her birthday (December twenty-third) and Christmas in her childhood home, the pull of nostalgia proved too powerful to ignore.

So there she was, out by the pond upon which she’d ice skated as a child, watching the snow fall and trying not to think about how damn cold it was. 

“Noe, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Mom!” Noelle tried to force a cheer she didn't feel into her voice as her mother, Diane crunched through the powder toward her.

“You don't look fine.” 

“Well, I am.”

Pulling her colorful knit shawl more tightly about her, Diane made a clicking noise with her tongue, then after a brief hesitation, said, “Why didn't you call him back?”

“He was just calling to wish me a Merry Christmas, Mom. We’re not getting back together.”

“But he called you. On your birthday. Maybe he—”

“Mom,” Noelle shook her head, still staring out at the pond’s mirror-like surface, “he doesn’t want to get back together, either. We agreed it was best for both of us. So, even if I talked to him, it wouldn’t change anything. Now, I know you loved the idea of a movie star son-in-law, but I’m not marrying him. He’s okay with it. I’m okay with it. You have to get okay with it.”

“That’s not what I meant.” A hint of hurt wove through her voice. “I just feel that you left it unfinished. How do you get closure that way?”

“It wasn't unfinished. I gave him his ring back. It does’t really get any more finished than that. Trust me, closure is not needed in this instance.”

“He sent us a Christmas card, you know. It came in the mail last week.”

Noelle tried to ignore the hopeful notes that crept into her mother’s voice, tried to fight down her rising annoyance. Her mother meant well, but Noelle was starting to wish she’d remained in New York. “He’s not a jerk, Mom. But, he’s also not going to be my husband. Now, can we please not talk about him any more.”

“Of course. I’m sorry to pry.”

“I know and I—I don’t mean to be so bitchy about it.” Noelle looked over at her mother, feeling a pang of guilt at her mother’s expression. Diane meant well. She always did. And she wasn't the sort of mother who kept asking when Noelle would get married or give her grandchildren or anything like that. In fact, she rarely even asked if Noelle was dating, and if she was dating, her mother never once asked if they had ever discussed marriage. 

Which was why Noelle thought she’d disappointed her even more. 

“Can I ask what happened?”

Noelle sighed, shaking her head. “We just wanted different things is all. And really, his work is as important to him as mine is to me and neither of us would want to give it up.”

There was no reason to tell Diane about the dreams. Or about the emptiness she felt when she awoke from them and found Rich asleep beside her instead of the man in those dreams. A man who’d existed, but only to her when all was said and done.

“Well, don’t stay out here too long.”

“I won’t.” 

Diane crunched her way back toward the large white house where Noelle had spent a wonderful childhood, and with a soft sigh, Noelle turned back to the pond. It reminded her of one of her favorite places in Central Park. 

Well, it had been one of them. Now? Now she winced at the memory. She rarely went to Central Park any longer. 

“Don't think about it,” she whispered even as her eyes stung. “Don’t think about him.”

The wind stirred then, the tree branches above her rustling although they bore no leaves at this point. It seemed the woods were speaking to her, almost taunting her as she tried to forget the one man who’d been forever imprinted upon her mind and her body. The one man she’d loved completely and wholly and unlike any other man she’d ever been with.

The one man who no one in her world could remember.

The one man who’d finally remembered her when she’d found her way into his world.

The one man who’d died in her arms.

My soul will find yours. 

She had allowed herself to believe Rich was just that soul in a different body. For a while, she had believed it wholeheartedly. But then, over these past few months, doubt crept in as the dreams began. She was a fool to think souls could find one another. Dead was dead, whether in her world or another. No matter how badly she wished to believe it, Rich was not Thorin. Thorin was gone and was not coming back.

The sky was almost purple, and the first stars twinkled against the growing darkness. The wind blew harder now, almost whistling through those naked branches stretching overhead like skeleton arms reaching into the growing twilight. Perhaps her ears and mind collaborated to play tricks on her, but she’d swear she heard the trees whispering something to her. 

Something that sounded very much like, “Thorin is here.”

But trees didn't talk, except for the creepy ones in The Wizard of OZ, and so Noelle ignored it as she turned to make her way back toward the house. 

Thorin’s eyes snapped open as if someone had shouted his name in his ear. He lay flat on his back, staring up at a late afternoon sky gone hazy dark grey, and snowflakes swirled about him in all direction to muffle all sound.

Except for the soft rush of water than came from somewhere in the distance to his left. The river, no doubt. Thank Mahal. The song that had plagued him had gone silent now, left him in peace up on Ravenhill. He need only get to his feet and get back into the warmth of Erebor. 

But something wasn’t right.

As he lay there, snow settling in his hair, his beard, on his clothes, he realized that he heard more than that simply rush of water. The sounds reaching his ears weren’t familiar, but he had the feeling he’d heard them before. In a dream, perhaps? Was that even possible?

He sat up slowly, shaking the snow from his beard as he twisted to look first to his left, than his right. The river was gone. The black and grey stone fortress of Ravenhill was gone. In their place, he saw a frozen-over pond and what looked like a low castle of grayish white stone.

“Sounds like Belvedere Castle. You probably came through in Central Park.”

The voice speaking those words was no longer low and raspy, but instead feminine—silky and throaty and while it was as unfamiliar as his surroundings, he knew he’d heard it before.

“Mahal,” he muttered, drawing the backs of his fingers along the left side of his jaw, “is this even possible?” 

As he sat there, he became very much aware of the dampness seeping into his heavy woolen trousers, so he slowly got to his feet. Once upright, he slowly looked about. Central Park. He knew this place, even if his memory of it was rather fuzzy. 

There was a pond. Turtle Pond. A magical place with a strange name. And beyond that, Belvedere Castle.

His heart sped up as the memories slowly returned. He’d been here before. More than once. And it was in this realm that he’d found her.

He smiled, his heart giving a strange leap, one he hadn’t felt in a lifetime. 

Noelle.

Her name simply rose in his memory. 

Noelle.

Beautiful Noelle, with her fall of wildly tousled red curls and eyes that were a perfect blend of sea and sky, becoming more of one than the other, depending on her mood. 

How could he have possibly forgotten her?

Mahal must have hidden her until the time was right, until the time came where he was meant to find her again. That’s why he’d fallen back into Central Park. To find his Noelle. 

He smiled. 

She was here. He wasn't exactly certain where she was, but he knew he’d find her, just as he’d found her the first time. 

With that, he started down the pathway, just as he’d done before. As he walked, the sounds of water faded and the sounds of machines he didn't quite understand grew louder. The lights grew brighter.

The memories, so slow at first, rushed forward to flood his mind with images that had him moving even faster now. His boots thudded dully on first tarmac, then sidewalk, as he left Central Park (he knew it was Central Park now) behind him.

But, the machines on the far side of the concrete gave him pause. He remembered the yellow ones were called cabs, but he didn't know if that meant all yellow carriages, so he paused near the corner of a building that towered so high above him, he bent over almost backward in an attempt to see the top. Not even Erebor or Ravenhill came close to soaring as high as the buildings in this strange city did. That he knew for certain.

He peered at the yellow carriages whizzing by, their wheels sending up slushy spray at those unlucky enough to be too close to the roadside. Although there was no chance of any hitting him, Thorin stepped closer to the building just the same. He tried not to draw too much attention to himself from the throngs of people hurrying past him. After all, none of them had a sword that he could see. 

From his spot near the building, he watched how other people manage to get a carriage to stop for them. It took little more than putting a hand up, and one of the yellow conveyances drew to a stop alongside the sidewalk. Simple enough. 

The last time he was in this city, he remembered being in one of the carriages. With Noelle. She gave her residence as being on Duane Street. Like the building in whose shadow he stood, that building also rose toward the heavens, higher than any other buildings he’d ever seen. 

The trouble was, he had no idea where Duane Street was in relation to where he stood. That meant he’d have to try his luck in convincing one of those cabs to stop for him.

With that, he pushed away from the building, moving toward the road as if it was something he’d done all the time. Snow swirled in all directions beneath the streetlights, and when he held up a hand, it took all of about thirty seconds for a coach to stop for him.

He tugged open the back door, as he’d seen Noelle do, and winced at the blast of heat that nearly knocked him back a step. Still, he carefully sank into the cracked vinyl seat and said, “Duane Street.”

“Do you have a number?”

“No.”

“You wanna take Eleventh Ave or Seventh to get there?”

“Whichever is quickest.”

“This time of day? Six of one, half dozen of the other, pal. Which one you wanna go?”

Thorin scowled. “Seventh, then.”

“You got it.”

And with that, they were off. The driver seemed to pay no heed to all of the horns around him, but wove in and out of traffic as if he was the only one on the road. Thorin held his breath with each honk, closing his eyes as he silently asked Mahal to watch over him, for it seemed to him the driver had a bit of a death wish. It was difficult to remember was his last cab ride had been like here. He had been concentrating far more on how Noelle’s thigh pressed up against his every time they took a turn, and that was far more pleasant than this ride. 

But finally, the cab abruptly pulled to the side. “That’ll be twenty one-fifty, mister.”

Thorin hesitated. He had no money from this world on his person. But, he had something he hoped would be considered just as valuable.

“I’ve none of your bills,” he began, holding out a small, golden coin, “but I think this might suffice.”

The driver stared at the coin. “Are you serious?”

“Take it. I think you’ll be pleased.”

“What kind of game you playin’, man?”

“I play no games. Trust me, that is pure gold. Feel it.” Thorin waited for him to hold out his hand, then dumped the coin into the driver’s palm, sighing back his smile at the way the man’s eyes went wide. 

He didn't wait for the driver to say anything, but pushed the door open and emerged from the cab into the night air that seemed even chillier after nearly forty minutes in the overheated vehicle. Apparently the driver didn't mind being paid in gold, for as soon as Thorin shoved the door closed, the vehicle’s tires squealed as he pulled away from the curb to disappear into the thickening grayness until only the red dots of the lights on the cab's rear were visible.

Unfortunately, as he looked around, Thorin realized he recognized nothing. Still, it wouldn’t be the first time he had to hunt to find a residence. He’d gotten lost twice in the Shire looking for Bilbo Baggins’ house, and that was nothing compared to the time he and his company had gotten lost in Mirkwood. 

So, with that, he began walking. With neither sun nor stars to guide him, he had no idea what direction he moved. Still, he kept moving until finally, he saw something familiar. 

Actually, no. The building wasn’t at all familiar to his eyes. 

But to his heart? That was another story. He didn't have to recognize to know he’d found the right place.

The building doorman smiled as Thorin tugged open one of the heavy smoked glass doors and stepped into the lobby. “Good evening, sir. How may I help you?”

Thorin drew in a deep breath as he attempted to quell the hundreds of butterflies that had suddenly let loose in his belly. “I’m here to see Miss James.”

“Is she expecting you?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so.” 

The doorman’s smile faded. “I see. Very well. Who should I tell her is calling?”

“Tell her it’s Thorin.”

A thin grey eyebrow arched. “Thorin?”

“She will know me.”

“Very well.  I’ll let Miss James know you’re here, Mr. … Thorin.”

“I thank you.” 

He stepped back as the doorman lifted something to his ear. “Miss James, you have a visitor.”

The doorman’s eyes narrowed as they fell on Thorin once more. “He says his name is Thorin.” Those pale grey eyes, almost the same shade as his eyebrows, narrowed. “Yes, of course.”

He set down the device. “Miss James will be down in a moment. You may have a seat over there, if you wish.”

Thorin turned toward the dark brown leather chairs on the opposite side of the lobby. “Thank you.”

He didn't trouble to tell the doorman that he’d find it impossible to sit. Instead, he crossed to those chairs and just paced, painfully aware of the way the doorman’s eyes seemed to follow him constantly. 

A chime echoed along the building’s marble and chrome interior and at the far end of the corridor, two silver doors slid open and for a moment, Thorin was convinced he’d stepped into one of his dreams. 

Three years had passed since he last laid eyes upon Noelle and he chided himself on how he could have possibly forgotten how beautiful she truly was. His eyes stung with unexpected tears as she strode toward him, and he wondered if this was how she felt when she’d come to him in his world, when she’d nearly knocked him off his feet by leaping unexpectedly into his arms.

Then a hint of a knot twisted in his gut. Something was wrong. Noelle didn't smile as she approached him. In fact, she looked almost angry, her lips in a thin, narrow line, her brows pulled low with a furrow between them.

“Who are you?” Anger smoked her words about their edges as she stormed up to him.

This was definitely not the greeting he’d expected and without thinking, he took a step back. “What do you mean, who am I?”

“I mean just that. Who are you, because if this supposed to be some sort of prank or something, it’s not funny at all.”

Her voice, heated as it was, was also exactly as he remembered. Husky. Rich. Almost velvety in its smoothness. “A prank? I don’t understand. It’s me, Noelle.”

“How do you know my name?”

He frowned. Had she forgotten him? Had Mahal hidden him from her as she’d been hidden from him for all this time? Holding out one hand, he tried to catch hers. “It’s me, Noelle,” he repeated, his throat tightening as she jerked back from him. “Thorin.”

“No.” She shook her head, her mane of dark red curls bouncing violently. “No, you are not him. Now, what kind of game are you playing with me, because,” she gestured with small device she held in her left hand, “I’ve already pulled up 911 and if you think I won’t hit send, you’re nuts. Now, tell me who the fuck you are!” 

“Noelle, I assure you, I play no games. It’s me, Tho—” 

He didn't get the chance to finish, as she drew back and hit him, her fist slamming into his jaw with enough force that he stumbled back. “Fuck you,” she snarled, her voice breaking. “I don't know who you are or what you’re about, but Thorin is dead. I saw him die. I held him as it happened and if this is Ian’s idea of a joke, I’ll punch him when I see him next. So, fuck off and leave me alone!”

Before he could say a word, she spun away from him. “Mr. Jeffries, if this man is not gone in two minutes, call the police and do not let him convince you I know him.”

Mr. Jeffries looked as shocked as Thorin felt, but nodded just the same. “Yes, Miss James.”

She stormed off without a backwards look and as Thorin turned toward the doorman, it was to see him reaching for the same device he’d used to alert Noelle to his presence.

“Mr. Jeffries,” Thorin moved closer to the man’s desk, still rubbing his jaw, “when Miss James calms down some, please tell her that I am alive and well and will find some way to prove it to her.”

A thin grey brow rose again. “I think it best if took your leave now. I should hate to have to have you arrested.”

Thorin agreed, he’d hate to find himself arrested, and that was the only reason he didn't demand to be let up to her flat. 

But that didn't mean he was giving up, for he wasn’t. It wasn't in his nature to surrender so easily and so he forced himself to smile at Mr. Jeffries.

“I’m taking my leave now. But, please tell her that.” Thorin cast a last glance over his shoulder at the silver doors, now closing on Noelle’s furious figure and sighed. He hadn’t thought he might not be able to convince her that he didn’t actually die on the ice floe at Ravenhill. He’d been fairly certain that she’d be relieved to see that not only hadn’t he died there, but that he’d managed to find his way back to her, that she’d be as overjoyed at seeing him as he was at seeing her. 

A serious miscalculation, it seemed. 

A very serious miscalculation.

Still, he’d find a way to convince Noelle he was alive and well and had come back for her. He just needed a little help, is all.

Since Mr. Jeffries was still holding his device and still giving him the side eye, Thorin left the apartment lobby to venture back out into the cold and snow. 

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[ikamigami]

I'm so happy that Moon opened up so much about his trauma and his feelings bsbzbzbzbbznx QwQ 💞

I'm proud of him 🥹💗

Earth really did awesome job with helping Moon with this stuff 👏

I'm glad that Earth is more understanding to why others don't tell her everything right away.. she starts to understand that she knows she can trust them and they'll definitely let her know in their own time..

She still feels hurt but it's a start and I'm proud of her as well 💞

It's good to see that Monty is honest with Earth about Taurus <3

And I'm happy to see Monty hanging out with Lunar like they used to ^^

And at last.. Sun.. spill your guts finally pls QwQ

Why he has to wait to open up till trauma just corners him and basically forces him to face his issues and feelings? - July 16th and Dazzle..

The silence when Sun heard that Moon nearly died again.. was painful QwQ

And yet the only thing he told is like always "Nexus wants to use to find shards and he doesn't seem to listen"..

Like pls Sun what about "Nexus told me how I and everyone else were unable to see him as his own person and I'm just still scared of him being hurt or dead"..

I think I know why Sun doesn't want to talk about this or about the specifics of what Creator told him in that dream or how Dark Sun told him about Moons killing their Suns in most dimensions.. or about what Goliath told him.. or about anything else like that really..

Cause Sun holds all the blame for all these things to himself.. he blames himself for everything..

"Sometimes I don't know how to help.."

"The fact that you support him is really helpful.."

Earth is right obviously.. but I'm sure that this line won't help Sun too much..

Cause look what happened when he was supportive to Nexus.. look how it ended..

I swear when Sun will finally admit to how much he feels guilty and blames himself for everything I'll be old bdndndnx/jjjj naaah but I'm sure that Sun won't admit to it too soon QwQ

Also ha! to all the peeps that were angry at me for saying that Sun is self-harming - look what Moon admitted that he's doing to himself hmmm ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

So I guess that talking about self-harm is okay.. and hints towards them having suicidal thoughts.. but at least no one will commit suicide.. cause we have that confirmed..

I just wish that people weren't so hacking rude and condescending towards me for saying that Sun is suicidal or that he's self-harming..

Like I said the only thing that I exaggerated about was that Sun will kill himself.. but other than that just leave me tf alone if you disagree with me on Sun's mental state.. ofc I'm always open to normal discussion ^^

So yeah anyway.. I think that Sun may do something reckless.. because he won't be able to kill Nexus.. that's my theory 👏

Xbjsndbdbndnd I just wish that at least someone would know.. at least one person.. how much Sun struggles with guilt delusion and all.. pls QwQ sbsnnsnxndnxn

But I'll wait patiently and suffer with Sun crying and enjoying the angst (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Also I saw someone's comment that maybe it could help Moon if he saw how much Eclipse's changed and grew (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) and honestly I agree ^^

I also wish that Eclipse would be first to find out that Sun holds so much guilt QwQ pls 🙏

Also I'm so happy that Sun and Jack talked in today's sams episode zbnxnxnxnx but I'm sorry Jack but it's hard to make Sun to spill his guts QwQ you tried though *gives headpats to Jack* ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^

And Sun and Jack watching a movie together vzbxbxbbxbzbxb

Sun sleeping on James Bond "how dare you, sir?!" Hdjjdjdjdjd /jjjj I know that Sun just didn't have much time when he was only one working in the Daycare to watch stuff and now he mostly play games when he isn't overthinking stuff or cleaning vxbxbsnsnnsns

Also hell yeah I love Kingsmen xbxnnxnxnxn yay yay yay (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Sun you'll love it x3 💞

And I'm so glad that Solar and Sun seem so comfortable with each other compared to how it was before vxbxjnxnxnxnxn ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Sams episode was funny and wholesome bxbxbbxbxbxnx

[mikerickson]

8/5/2024 - 8/8/2024

Time for the latest installment of my "Don't post about a vacation until after I'm back home" series:

We were killing time in a mall before leaving for the airport on Friday when I noticed the overhead lights swaying in a store. Felt like a massive train was rolling by just outside, but I knew we weren't close enough to the NJ Transit line to actually feel it. Turns out it was a ⋆⭒˚.⋆4.8 earthquake⋆⭒˚.⋆.

Our flight got delayed for three hours while the runway was inspected for damage. While waiting to get dinner in the terminal, the lights started swaying again and we felt a 3.8 aftershock six hours after the first.

@perilous-pursuit-of-perfection and @humdrumhootenanny picked us up from the airport and let us stay with them and we didn't take a single group photo the entire weekend, but just trust me.

Next day we went to the Ohio statehouse in Columbus for a free tour. Learned that Ohio bounced around three previous capitals before the state legislature passed a law to create a permanent capital. Also Abraham Lincoln was in this building giving a speech to the state assembly when he received a telegram informing him he'd won the 1860 Presidential Election.

Next day went to the Columbus Art Museum and I was trying to get that picture of Morning Sun by Edward Hopper but this hipster couple stood in front of it chatting for honestly more than 10 minutes so I left and came back later. Also there was a cool exhibit from 2023 about "Final Girls" in horror slasher movies. Slumber Party Martyrs by Robin F. Williams was my favorite.

We also went to a Field of Corn, except the corn was made out of concrete. Andrew climbed and stood on top of one without killing himself and it was very impressive.

Day of the eclipse we left for the National Museum of the US Air Force super early and hit no traffic, and were directed to park surprisingly close to the exit. Got to see literally dozens of planes from pre-WWI up through current models (was not expecting to see an actual F-22 on display). Also the B2 stealth bomber is enormous in person and really does look otherworldly compared to "normal" planes.

The sunlight started getting noticeably dimmer about a quarter to 3 PM, and the rate of dimming felt exponential. Things started getting dark very quickly in the last minute. The museum was having a huge event for the day so there were maybe a few thousand people there with us. I thought that would take away from the experience and be distracting, but it kinda made the whole thing even more thrilling to hear a massive crowd around us cheer and shout when the sun disappeared. Totality honestly looked fake. It looked like a hole was punched in an old CRT computer monitor. The air got noticeably colder and you could see stars in the sky. The entire horizon looked like a sunset in every direction at the same time. Honestly got emotional and lost my breath in a physiological reaction; it felt like I got punched in the gut without the pain. About 2 1/2 minutes later a very bright pinpoint appeared in the bottom right quadrant and the sun started coming back. A few minutes after that, looking to the northeast where the shadow continued it just looked like a massive thunderstorm without any clouds.

Managed to beat the crowd out of the museum parking grounds and hit zero traffic on the 1-hour drive back to Columbus. The eclipse was even still happening when we got back to the house.

Other than the earthquake (which, who the fuck saw that coming), this trip went exactly as I planned for, which is such a relief considering how much I was stressing myself out over the weather in the week beforehand.

[lovely-peace]

Eclipsed hearts

Summary: Reader is avoiding remus for weeks now. But when the hogsmeade weekend comes in sight this task becomes impossible, because their friend group wants to go their together. But when all things come together it doesn't go as planned....

Warnings: self hatred, panic attack (tw!!!), bad to no communication, might get mad at everything lol, I am a very angsty writer sryy

I might went a little over board with this one, but whatever right?

Masterlist part 1 ~~~ part 6 part 7

Weeks passed. Weeks in which I avoided Remus as much as possible. In class I worked together with Luis. In the meantime I would call him a friend. It was nice to know someone who wasn't also friends with Remus.

But then the first hogsmeade weekend came in sight. And just like we talked about it, it was planned that we went there together. So I couldn't avoid Remus there. I was afraid of it. But at the same time I was excited.

What was wrong with me?

It was during the last Potions class that Luis suddenly approached me.

"Hey, would you like to come to Hogsmeade with me? It's totally okay if you don't want to!" he said it so fast that I needed some time to understand what he was saying. He asked me if I could go to Hogsmeade with him.

But I had promised Lily not to chicken out. He stood in front of me waiting for my answer and I felt like the worst person on earth. In the end, I just sat down next to him to hide from remus.

I was cruel. I mean what if he liked me?

I somehow managed an apologetic smile. "Hey, I'm sorry about that, but this weekend my friends and I were already planning on going on a group outing."

I could literally see his hope dwindling and him feeling embarrassed. "Oh."

He couldn't look me in the eye. I just felt worse. Why was this so hard?

"We can meet some other time though." why did I say that? I didn't want to give him hope, that was cruel. I didn't like him like that.

He looked at me with a crooked smile. "Yeah, we can do that. Sorry if this has all been a bit awkward."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'll see you soon then. "I felt awful. How did it all look so easy in the movies? Even in books it's so simple. But in real life, it's all so difficult.

He walked slowly and waved at me before disappearing around the corner. It was only when I exhaled that I realized I had been holding my breath.

Suddenly I heard a crack behind me and turned around. I saw only sand-colored hair, which quickly disappeared behind the next corner.

~~~

"Are you ready to go?" Lily was all excited and had put on one of her most beautiful dresses, which looked incredibly good on her. We were going to meet up with the boys in Hogsmeade and to be honest, I was dreading it.

"Yes, yes I'm ready." I hadn't really dressed up. I had normal clothes on and even with my hair I hadn't done anything special. Lily seemed disappointed, but she didn't say anything.

"Are you guys finally coming?" Mary had been ready for a long time and was waiting for us.

"Yeah, we're already done." Lily literally pulled me after her. And We set off on our way. ~~

We approached the three broomsticks in which we would meet with the others. To say that I felt uncomfortable would have been an understatement. Why was I so nervous?

As we approached we saw a couple of Ravenclaw boys. I had the feeling that they were looking at us. I had the feeling that they were looking at me.

They whispered to each other as we got closer. One of them looked me sourly in the eye. I wanted to just keep walking, but I stopped. I could not help it.

"What's wrong?" Mary followed my gaze and became quiet. I hadn't told them what had happened with Luis. But that won't have anything to do with it, will it?

Suddenly one of the boys stepped forward and came toward us. He stopped in front of us and looked me straight in the eye.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" his voice was quiet but firm. I looked briefly at mary and lily who exchanged a quick glance. They just shrugged their shoulders.

"Sure," I said. He looked at me briefly and then raised an eyebrow.

"I think it would be better for you if we were… Alone."

That sounded like I was hiding something terrible from my friends. And maybe that was the case. We talked very little now.

"Can you leave us alone for a moment?" I asked the two. Even if it was more like a request.

They looked at each other again and it was as if they were talking to each other in a language I didn't understand. This frustrated me.

Lily looked at me worriedly." Are you sure?"

I just nodded and the two of them hesitantly went into the store. I turned to the boy, expecting the worst. And yet, I wasn't really prepared.

His eyes rained down before he spoke.

"Listen, I don't know what kind of game you're playing here, but I'm tired of it. You seem to constantly portray yourself as a victim here, even though you're just playing with the people around you. I mean sitting down next to Luis and giving him hope? You're only doing that to make Remus jealous. Everyone can see that something happened between you. "

I was speechless. I wanted to contradict him, but I was at a loss for words. But he wasn't finished anyway.

"And this whole cat and mouse game that you play with him is pathetic, honestly. I heard your friends talking about you. Everyone is worried about you. And you? You just go ahead and shamelessly take advantage of it. If I were your friend, I would have told you off long ago. "

I pushed down the tears that were slowly coming up. I couldn't cry, not here. I was tired of crying all the time. So this is how the whole situation looked to the outside world. I didn't want people to think about me like that. I couldn't stand that. I couldn't stand that.

"I'm n-not taking advantage of luis." When I said it like that, it sounded like a lie. It didn't feel right to say either.

Was I really as he described me? I didn't want to be like that. The person he was describing was a cold heartless person who took advantage of everyone around him. I wasn't like that, was I?

He scoffed.

"Do you really believe that? Or do you want to portray yourself as a victim again and run away? Honestly you're pathetic."

His friends were standing a little further away, but it sounded like the whole world was hearing his words. I wanted to run and hide, he was right. This was really pathetic. The world started to spin. I didn't want him to be right. But I couldn't listen to him any longer either.

"Look, here comes your lover boy and his friends! You want to hide behind them?" he mocked me. I couldn't move, I was frozen.

"I'm not going to hide behind them…" the words came out as if in slow motion and were much too quiet. I almost choked on them. My body did not listen to me. Everything inside me was screaming for alarm, but I was still frozen.

"Sunny?" I wanted to disappear. "Hey, asshole what are you doing to her?!" I was acting horrible. "We were just talking, chill." I wasn't really aware of the voices around me anymore. Inside my head I was alone and it was holding me captive right now. "What's going on with her? Why isn't she saying anything?" Eyes everywhere. Everyone seeing what I'm doing. "She suddenly froze, I don't know either…" I just want to be normal, what's wrong with me? "Sirius go check on lily and mary! Maybe you can help." Everything I do is seen and evaluated. Everyone sees my mistakes and feelings. I don't want to be so transparent. "Nothing to see here, get lost!" I don't want to be weak. "Hey is someone getting help?" I don't want to be vulnerable-

Hands wrapped themselves around my shaking ones. They were warm. My breath slowly became slower. I didn't even know I was breathing so fast. Calmness spread through me. Followed by cozy warmth.

"You are safe, all is well."

Slowly my surroundings became clear again. I was in front of the three broomsticks. I just wanted to hang out with my friends. But I had ruined everything.

When I realized who was holding my hands, guilt rose in me. I pulled my hands out of Remus' warm hands and immediately regretted it when I saw the look on his face. I regretted it when I saw the looks of the others on me.

"I'm fine." I said quickly, trying to forget the whole thing. If only it were that simple.

"Are you sure? You were shaking all over and didn't answer us for a whole 20 minutes!" lily's worried expression came into my field of vision. How many times had I seen that expression the last few weeks?

"Sorry, I just spaced out a bit." I turned to the boy I was talking to. "Sorry if I worried you. Wasn't your fault or anything like that."

He wasn't angry anymore.

He almost looked like he was scared. As if he was afraid for me. His eyes were no longer so cold. I suddenly saw similarities between him and luis. They had the same eyes.

Could it be?

We looked at each other quietly for a while, then he cleared his throat.

"I'll leave you to it, then..."

Mary scoffed at that. "Thanks. And just so you know, we won't leave you 'alone' with her again!!!" she literally screamed after him. If looks could kill, she'd be a serial killer.

I tried to fight it, but my eyes moved to remus' eyes as if by themselves. And suddenly I realized what kind of situation I was in. All my friends were gathered around me, looking at me worried.

Everyone is worried about you. And you? You just go ahead and shamelessly take advantage of it.

I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Sunny?"

If I were your friend, I would have told you off long ago.

"I just have to go to the bathroom."

And I ran past them into the three broomsticks. I quickly went into the bathroom and locked myself in.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Do you really believe that?

Breathe in, breathe out.

Or do you want to portray yourself as a victim again and run away?

Breathe in, breathe out.

Honestly you're pathetic.

Breathe in.

Look, here comes your lover boy and his friends! You want to hide behind them?

Exhale.

~~~

"There you are! We were getting worried." Mary spread her arms as I approached their table. I mustered a wry smile and sat down next to her. Across from remus.

"Should we take care of him?" James' voice sounded threatening. He was talking about the ravenclaw boy. I shook my head.

"No, we were really just talking."

His look told me he didn't believe me. I didn't say anything more, though, so he dropped the subject.

Lily smiled warmly at me. "Are you feeling better?"

I nodded and smiled at her too. I didn't want to make her worry anymore. I wanted her to smile more.

Everyone is worried about you. And you? You just go-

"What did he want to talk to you about anyway?" sirius asked the question floating in the air. Everyone went quiet and looked at me, waiting.

"It... It wasn't anything important-"

"It was about his brother, wasn't it? Luis. The one who asked you out yesterday." Remus' voice wasn't as warm as usual. It was almost... Harsh.

"What, Luis asked you out?" mary looked at me in shock. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I just didn't really get around to it..."

"I think she could hardly believe it herself." remus interrupted me the whole time. All of this was so not like him.

He was making me angry.

"And what exactly couldn't I believe? Please, tell me."

Now he hesitated. It was almost as if he realized what he was saying. But then his eyes hardened again.

"Well, that he's playing with your feelings. The fact that his brother showed up right after you hurt his brother's pride only proves it."

Who is playing with my feelings here?

"Oh, is it so hard to believe that someone might actually like me, Remus?"

His eyes widened. "No, I just meant-"

"I think we all know what you meant." This time, I didn't let him speak. I was behaving terribly, but he was just as awful.

"Besides, he just asked me if we want to do something together. It could easily be meant as just friends hanging out. And you don't even know him!" I was angry.

Remus scoffed at that. "Yeah, sure. That was definitely meant as just friends hanging out. Sometimes you're really naive." He whispered the last words, but I still heard them clearly.

"Oh, really?"

James looked panicked between us. "I think we should all calm down a bit..."

"Why do you even care so much? It's none of your business who asks me out on a date!"

I've never spoken to him like this before. I don't know what came over me, but in that moment, it was all just too much.

He fell silent at that.

Lily placed a hand on mine. "Maybe we should stop talking about it..."

"No, please, Remus, tell me. Why do you care so much? If I remember correctly, you were the one who rejected me! So don't pretend like you really care about who I'm with or not!!!"

He looked away.

"Whatever."

That was the final blow. I stood up and turned to the door.

"Well, you know what? That was a mistake. I shouldn't have agreed to do something together. This whole thing was just a big mistake."

I was already at the door when Lily stood up.

"No, wait, please! He surely didn't mean it that way, right, Remus?"

But Remus remained silent.

"Remus, say something?!" Lily's voice was frustrated.

"Lily, just stop."

I turned to the others one last time.

"I know exactly what he meant."

And then I ran away. Once again.

The sun and the moon meet again after a while. They long for each other and still don't come closer to the one other.

Taglist : @juleshadalittlelamb @fluffybunnyu @tendous-pretty-hair @helloitsmeeeeeee @valencia-rou @woohoney @mothermaryisdead

[mama-qwerty]

Common sense has chased Eclipse his whole life but he's always been faster

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I LOVE THAT

~~~~~

Callie stood out in front of her house, the snow melting on her shoes. She rubbed her forehead, eyes closed, and let out a long sigh.

"Okay," she said, and she sounded so, so very tired. "Tell me again how this happened."

Silver looked up at her, then over to his brother. Eclipse stood in the snow, brow furrowed, and tongue stuck to the frozen metal post of her mailbox.

"Eclipse got his tongue stuck," the hedgehog said with a shrug. Callie flicked her eyes down to him, one brow raised.

"I can see that. What I want to know is how. Why. Because my brain is having a very hard time picturing any scenario in which even you, my darling darkling child, would think this is a good idea."

Eclipse uttered a grunt, annoyed at being questioned.

"Ah anted oo no ith ih as poo."

Callie dropped her hand to look at her youngest. "What?"

"He said he wanted to know if it was true," Silver said, tucking his hands into his hoodie pocket.

"If what was true?"

"Ith ur dung thtuck to a poh ehn ith's told."

"If your tongue stuck to a pole when it's cold." At Callie's ongoing confusion, Silver continued. "Like the movie we saw the other night. With the kid and the bb gun? How that one kid was dared to stick his tongue to the pole at school?"

Callie nodded. Ah. Now it made sense.

Well, now she knew the catalyst, anyway.

"And you couldn't just ask me if it was true? You had to come out and try it yourself?"

The darkling uttered another annoyed grunt, and spit out a string of unintelligible words that even Silver shrugged at. Callie held up her hand to try and silence the boy.

"Okay, okay, calm down," she soothed. "I'm going to go get some warm water and we'll get you off there. Don't pull. I'll be back in a minute."

She uttered another long sigh as she climbed the steps back into the house.

Life with alien children was certainly never boring.

One alien child in particular.

~X~X~X~

Eclipse watched his mom head back into the house with a grunt.

Why did she always seem so frustrated with him? He had a question, he sought out the answer. She was always glad to indulge their curiosity normally, but whenever he gets his tail caught in a soda bottle, or his head stuck in between the banister spindles, or his tongue stuck to the mailbox post, all of a sudden it's bad.

He didn't want to wait until she got back with water. What did he need water for anyway? He wasn't thirsty. Besides, water freezes in cold weather and he didn't want to be more stuck to this thing. So he pulled back, trying to yank his tongue free.

Beside him, Silver gave a loud gasp.

"Don't! Mom said not to pull!"

"Ah on't are! Ah ant oth!"

"She said she'd get some water to get you off!"

"Ah on't yeed ater!"

Eclipse tried pulling, but his tongue was stuck fast. And it started to hurt when he pulled too hard, so he quit with a frustrated growl.

Okay, so he couldn't pull himself free. And it was getting really cold out here, he wanted to go in.

Sooooo . . .

Silver's eyes went wide. "What are you doing?? Don't! You're gonna get in so much trouble--"

Eclipse saw a problem. And he solved it.

~X~X~X~

Callie stood at the sink, waiting for the water to warm up. She'd have to ask Maddie if her boys ever did something like this. Unlikely, but it wasn't entirely outside the realm of possibility. Maybe.

A loud crash made her jump, and she rushed to the front door in time to see Eclipse dragging the mailbox post, still stuck to his tongue, across the porch. He'd snapped it off at the base, the sharp ragged metal end gouging a groove into the wooden floor. He awkwardly held the mailbox in his hands, making it ever so slightly easier for him to move.

"I told him not to Mom!" Silver was saying from behind the darkling. "I said he would get into trouble!"

Eclipse seemed to take offense at that little tattle, and turned to begin arguing with his brother. The post swung with him, and smashed into the front door, leaving a dent and deep scratches in the paint.

Callie stood and watched the scene with wide eyes. Then she turned to head back into the kitchen.

It's gonna be one of those days.

[twilightsleepjunkie]

Head Canon: Bella and the Cullens

I think a big part of Edward's draw to Bella is that she's the first human to ever show any interest in him and why he seems different from the rest of her classmates. The Cullen's a 'freaks' to the rest of the humans they encounter. They stand out in a bad way. For people who try to blend in, they don't do it very well. The traits of vampirism; charm, beauty, physically graceful. All of those things make them seem abnormal; which, they are.

I imagine that would be isolating. The Cullens have no friends because Carlisle lives in paranoia that someone will figure them out, or worse, lose control and go on a killing spree. They don't have a community in Forks. Yes, Carlisle has friends throughout the world, but how can he truly be friends with people who's fundamental beliefs clash so glaringly against his.

Enter Bella who genuinely wants to know and she accepted their status as vampires so easily because she knows the answer to her own question. The Cullens welcome her into their home with open arms. She's not the problem here. At least in Edward's mind, Bella isn't the burden. They are. Their thirst that comes with their nature as vampires is the biggest burden.

The Cullens are the example of a regular family, for Bella. She never saw a happy relationship between her parents. She sees Renee happy with Phil, but only from a distance because Renee can't be a wife and a mother at the same time.

Meanwhile, Carlisle and Esme are stupidly in love. They love and accept their children without judgement or rebuke. They are parents who protect and value their family and each other. They accepted Bella without a problem and agreed to change her because she asked for it. No one pressured her into that choice until the Volturi put their foot down. I think the Cullens gave Bella the family she needed. Movie Esme would stop at nothing for her family and the whole family fought like hell to keep Bella alive when she was pregnant.

(Book Esme didn't get enough airtime.)

Carlisle was always around to patch Bella up when she got hurt. Alice became the pushy little sister. While Rosalie was the pain in the ass oldest sister who just tried to stay out of the way and it's the same with Jasper. While Emmett is an older brother.

Not to mention in the book version of Eclipse, Bella has the whole Cullen family around the table and says 'Thank you for wanting to keep me.'

I'm sorry, WHAT? That implies that Bella chronically feels neglected and unwanted in her normal life. Which, given Renee's character, makes a lot of sense. But it takes her *not* actively taking care of Charlie every day to realize that he's her *DAD* and he's supposed to put new tires on her truck so she's safe. It's his whole job to take care of her, if for no other reason than she's his MINOR child. I thank God for movie Charlie, book Bella deserves him.

Bella accepted the Cullens and didn't care that they had to fight the urge not to murder her because that was better than being with people who didn't exactly want her around at all.

That's the real story here, 'a neglected child finds a family within a coven of vampires.'

Poor Bella.

[quilteddreamz]

Hiya, I'm your secret skeleton!

Saw your message in the discord about refs and I'm wondering if you could perhaps give me a detailed description of what you specifically had in mind visually, it'll be greatly appreciated!^^

Also best of luck with your own secret skeleton gift!(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ✧⁠*⁠。

Hello my spooky little friend! Such an honour to have you here!

I'm so excited to get to work on my own, but first I made this for you!

I did everything in bullet points so it’s easier to comb through :3

Also I've included some mentions of how the character interacts with the reader, but if adding a reader/insert isn’t your style, feel free to ignore it.

KingOfHearts!Eclipse:

Colour scheme is Red, white, and black.

He wears an expensive, but not crazy-looking suit. He has a minimalistic vibe to him.

His rays are sharp, with smaller ones in between. Red that tapers off into bold white at the ends.

The crescent part is red. The shadowed part of his face is still shadowed though it holds a navy hue— or dark red if that looks better (if it is art. Colour theory is my enemy lol)

He has white eyeliner under his eye to make it pop. He has white littered around his design to make him stand out so he’s not just red and black.

He has hearts littered around his design (I don’t have placement ideas yet)

Personality wise he’s very full of himself. Thinks he’s above everyone else— and to a degree, he is. Ready to behead someone for glancing at him.

Everyone fears him and his dark grin.

He loves his tarts. So much so he won’t let anyone else eat them

He enjoys the reader, though he refuses to call them anything but Alice— which the reader isn’t a fan of. He will flatter the reader in the midst of screaming at a guard for sneezing. The reader can do nothing but distract him so he doesn’t behead any poor fool.

MadHatter!Sun:

Colour scheme is yellow, red, and green. 

Everything about him is uneven from his lopsided smile to his bent hat. Any holes in his clothing were sewn up by cloth patches that clearly don’t match the original material.

He has a big bow tie and large hat! 

For the rest of his design, I’ve included the mad hatter picture for the Alice in wonderland live-action movie! I think it suits him decently

He more or less looks like Sun but in mad hatter cosplay lol.

He is goofy, and according to the King!Eclipse, an idiot.

But he is far from stupid. He loves playing tricks and asking riddles. He enjoys baking and is quite the inventor of new foods for his parties.

He is delighted to have the reader join him for tea! So much so he doesn’t want them to leave!

He is definitely off the wall.

Cheshire!Moon:

Colour scheme is purple, blue, and silver.

Sometimes he’s just eyes and a sharp-toothed grin. Other times he’s a robot, somehow lounging in a tree that shouldn’t support his weight.

His grin is too wide, stretching just past his cheeks. Due to this, his mouth can unhinge.

His pupils are cat-like, full of mischievousness.

He has ears and a tail. Striped to match the Cheshire cat. His ears poke out of holes in his hat.

He lacks his shirt but has goofy, fluffy pyjama pants.

His face is mostly the same outside of the cat stuff. The colour is all the same, save for more purple shades and purple accents.

I found a picture that encapsulated the creepiness of the characters! You may also use it as a colour ref if it's helpful!

He is a trickster like his brother, but more of a mean one. He loves temping people down the wrong path in the woods, making jokes and comments that make ones skin crawl— or thats the spider he dropped on you.

He loves to play, and always takes it too far.

He visits both of his brothers— when Eclipse will let him. And enjoys company.

He has made it his sole purpose in life to taunt and bother the reader while secretly keeping them from the dangers of wonderland.

Original/Normal!DCA

If any of the descriptions/personalities above don’t work for you, I would love to see your take on the DCA during this festive season! Have fun with it! All I ask is they're doing something spooky :3

I have monster designs too if you're interested in those. This is just everything I got done before lunch.

I'll put this on Discord so you can easily find it. Let me know if you need anything else!

Helpful images below! (Though I will warn you, the Cheshire image is spooky. Honestly, It's like a jumpscare lol.)

For Moon ^^

An Idea for Eclipse' suit!

For Sun ^^

[theselightsareblinding]

Currently watching (june 2023)

(only thai dramas right now)

Be my favorite (ep5)

I started getting interested in this series when they announced the cast change, mostly for the drama. Then when the actual trailer aired I was like uhhh this could go very badly or turn out quite good, and at episode 5 I think we're going to get the second option. But I loved Vice Versa's first episodes and then it stopped making sense so I'm not 100% confident yet. This being said, I'm enjoying it a lot, both Gawin and Krist are doing an excellent job so far, all the characters have unique personalities and development, it has beautiful reflections about life and personal relationships. I can't wait for fridays so I can watch the next episode and that's the real test to know I'm loving it so far. Next week we'll get the "why do you like me?" and hair touch scene and I'm obsessed since I saw it in the trailer, I literally can not wait to watch it

Loneliness society (ep4)

I haven’t seen anyone mention this but this is an adaptation of a Sandra Bullock movie, which I like a lot so I decided to give it a try. So far so good, the mains are nice, have chemistry and it’s entertaining so far

Step by Step (ep9)

The problem I have with this series is that I was never able to connect with Pat, maybe because he’s so openly emotional and I’m not? But I can’t, I tried but no. I’m sorry but in my eyes he’s quite self centered and self important, I don’t understand why everybody, especially Jeng (who is his boss), has to change but not Pat. Like, at the start of the series he had been working there a month, I think? I don’t hate him, at all, but I don’t understand his character, I was waiting for him to get better, to have development, and it didn’t happen.

I was starting to get bored, and then we started getting Jeng’s perspective and I fell in love, so now I’m enjoying the series and I have a character I can root for. I don’t fully understand him falling in love with Pat but I want his happy ending so I still want them to get together

3 will be free (ep7)

This is one of The Series you’re supposed to watch and everybody says is so good, and in this case I agree so far. I was not expecting such quality and to get hooked so easily, I started it two days ago and I’ll probably finish it today or tomorrow, and I’m supposed to be busy right now. I love that there’s a bisexual character and obviously the relationship between the three of them but I can’t say anything else until I know how it ends. I’m very scared it’s not going to be a happy ending and I could accept that even if I’m going to suffer, but please I don’t want any of them to regret what happened or treat it like an adventure and not a real romance. That being said, if something happens to Shin I will kill everybody in this room and then myself

Finished

Our Sky 2

I don’t feel like writing a separate review for each series but in general I’d say it was kinda underwhelming. I knew it wasn’t going to be a masterpiece but I did expect it to be a bit better, especially the Aof ones. I wish they just showed the pairs being cute in their normal lives instead of creating plots that made no sense. MSP and NLMG are the only ones I can honestly say I liked, the others had great moments but it wasn’t enough. In order of enjoyment:

My school president

Never let me go

A tale of a thousand stars

Bad Buddy

Star in my mind

The eclipse

(I haven’t watched the ABAAB and VV ones)

Past-senger

This was a wild and silly ride from start to finish (especially finish). I did enjoy it, like reading a crack fic, sometimes what I need is bad watches with no expectations. Until the end, that was way too much for me, what in the world were they thinking I’d never know. One thing I have to say is the chemistry between the main characters was quite decent

Plan to watch

Hidden agenda (july 9th)

I didn’t hate Star in my mind but it was a bit of a waste of JoongDunk’s chemistry, they had a good connection in it and it was what saved the series, but it’s nothing compared to how comfortable they are doing fanservice in real life. I need whoever is directing this to please get that and carry it to the series intact. The first trailer showed more of the plot and the second one was basically them being cute together and even if I liked it, I hope that plot points still somewhat exist in the series

Wedding Plan (july 19th)

Another Mame series, I didn’t hate Love in the air so I think this could be good. The part I was more excited about was the supposed gl pairing but they didn’t appear at all in the trailer so I’m a bit worried about that

[saburo-kyoto]

I'm alone this Valentines Day so I wrote something for the holiday. Happy Valentines Day to everyone, it doesn't matter who you spend the day with be it family, friends, or lovers, as long as you spend it with someone you love 💙

Valentines Eclipse

(I use Yin instead of Y/N because it seems less immersion breaking)

You had been miserable all week and it showed. Sun and Moon were both worried but you always told them you were fine, you never took your anger out on them but still…

“Moon, what should we do about Yin? Do you think WE did something wrong?” Sun was cutting vegetables for a soup while he chatted with Moon in his head. Neither bot knew how to help the human who had sacrificed so much for them.

“No Sunnny, they haven’t been upset around us just… sad” That was true, Yin would be grumpy bit not outright angry at others. But when they were around Sun and Moon they smiled with sadness in their eyes. Sun tried so hard during the day to do everything he could to make them smile, while Moon spent the nights watching corny movies and preparing bubble baths before bed.

“Sunnny! I just realized something! Tomorrow is Valentines Day!” Sun stopped what he was doing, cutting board hovering over the pot and nodded slowly. That made sense, you just had a nasty breakup with your partner not to long ago because you caught them cheating. What made matters worse, your partner was going around saying that YOU were the one who cheated. Nobody believed them of course but still…

“Moonie, what if we did something special for them!” Sun felt his fans click on, and it wasn’t because of the pot of hot soup he was stirring.

“That’s a perfect idea Sun! OK, here’s what we’ll do…” The two plotted and made plans for your perfect Valentines Day.

---------------------

You trudged up the stairs to your apartment, walking past your upstairs neighbors who were leaving for their date. You forced a smile as you shouted over to them.

“Have a wonderful night, and happy Valentines Day!” They waved and wished you a wonderful night as well. Your smile dropped and you sighed, this would be your first Valentines alone since your breakup. No, wait… you still had Sun and Moon. At the thought of the duo animatronic waiting for you, you hurried your steps and walked through your apartment door.

“Sun? Moon? I’m home!” You slipped your shoes off and pulled on a pair of soft slippers. When you received no response, you looked around. Normally they would be in the living room or the kitchen. Something yellow caught your eye, it looked like a paper petal. Picking it up, you saw Sun’s curvy handwriting.

‘Follow the petals of yellow and blue, for a special surprise just for you’

You looked and, sure enough, there was a trail of petals leading to your room. You walked down the small hallway and opened your door, pausing at the sight.

Your room had strings of fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, a tray of food was next to your bed, and a pair of your softest pajamas laid on the end. What was most surprising was Sun and Moon, you had heard of their Eclipse mode but had never seen it… until now.

“Hello Starlight, happy Valentines Day” Their voices were merged in the most beautiful way, Moon’s raspiness complementing Sun’s higher pitch. Half their head had Sun’s rays while the other half held Moon’s cap. Even their clothes were split between yellow/orange and starry blue.

“Guys… what?” You were too stunned for words. Eclipse pulled you further into the room, that’s when you heard the music softly playing. They spun you around in circles and danced until you smiled, then they had you eat. The three of you talked as you ate and when you we done, they led you to the bathroom.

The water was the perfect temperature when you dipped your hand into it, and soft bubbles danced along the surface. There were candles to give a soft light and real rose petals in the water. The boys washed your hair and let you relax before you climbed out. They wrapped you in the biggest, fluffiest towel you owned before carrying you to your room.

Once you were dressed, they tucked you into your bed and grabbed your laptop. Once everything was set up, you leaned against Eclipse as the three of you watched your favorite movie. You were almost asleep by the time it ended, so Eclipse shut the laptop and moved to put it away.

“Don’t go…” They kissed your head and quickly put the laptop away before joining you once more. They pulled you into their blue and yellow arms and you felt their chest rumbling, similar to a purr. Your eyes slowly slipped closed and you had a smile on your face. Before you slipped completely under, you heard Sun and Moon whispering to you.

“Happy Valentines Day Starlight”

[throwaway-settings]

9 and 14?

9. Best month for you this year?

HOO good question!! the second half of this year was ROUGH (broke my leg, moved out of a stressful home and into a house that needed. so so so many renovations, had to reschedule the move because of that, family health emergencies, you get the picture) but the beginning of this year was amazing. i travelled A LOT. Im caught between March, when i travelled to Wolfville and Canning in Nova Scotia for work, both places i had lived when i was young, and April, when i travelled to Halifax and Moncton on my own for the eclipse, and had an amazing time finding art and good food everywhere i could for a couple days. In the end I think April wins out, not even for the eclipse but for the experience of planning and executing a trip like that on my own.

14. Favorite book you read this year?

Im using this answer to specifically plug my current read, When its a Jar by Tom Holt, to you specifically, which i was going to do when i saw you tomorrow anyways. Its a fantasy about a normal guy in London who slays a dragon by accident and just generally seems completely determined to evade his destiny solely by wholeheartedly believing that he is Not A Hero. it is ALSO about a man who is trapped in a glass jar without his memories, who wakes up and works out the basics of the universe (gravity, time, the water cycle, what those things on the end of his legs are, etc), only for an entity to appear and inform him that whoops! you have an infection. and to treat this infection we have to take your memory away again. for the 248th time. 248th times the charm, though! its also about the multiverse. how these things all intertwine i am piecing together as we speak, but i am only about halfway through the novel right now. it reminds me both of discworld in that its an irreverent british fantasy deconstructing a basic concept of society (in this case Organizational Bureaucracy), and of the raw shark texts in that its doing something fucky with the idea of The Universe and what it means to inhabit and therefore become a part of it. HIGHLY recommend, if i finish it before i see you tomorrow you can borrow it!!

[dreyarts]

The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

I have been distracting myself with anime lately; it's the only thing that's been tolerable by my body and mind. But at such a random night because of a hashtag from TikTok, I decided to watch THIS movie. It awoken something in me — on the contrary, it REIGNITED my love for films about romance. I've always been a hopeless romantic and I keep being like that but because of academics I lost the will to watch movies that gave me and made me feel emotions. It's this type of stories that got me hopeful in my life. Let's stop talking about me being a hopeless romantic and focus why I'm writing this.

It's these type of stories that I hate and love. These kind of stories where it give me an OVERWHELMING amount of random emotions into one scene. You see... It wasn't just about love and there was someone STRUGGLING with his emotions and trying to keep up with it. You see love, friendships, and hardships; several others I know I haven't felt before and some that I want and don't want to feel. The perfect chemistry if I do say so myself. I'm simple lad with stoic energy and it's not often that a movie would actually make me want to cry. It's been so long since I felt this.

Ever since I got into Fine arts, I've started looking at details at which I ignored before. And the details I saw in that movie are so elegant. When Sam first entered the scene she had flood lights behind her at which any normal person would say that it's bothersome as she's against the light but I think it's completely wrong. That scene was so perfect even though technically she was against the light. But the thing is, it wasn't just showing Sam, it was the main leads pov. And the light was on the right spot because when the light was completely covered by her head, she looks like an eclipse and as there's a corona of light behind her symbolizing how beautiful and amazing she was at first sight of the main lead.

When Charlie decided to date Mary Elizabeth, it someone made me think about what it feels like and how'll it affect my life if I dated someone that I actually never liked before. It's so completely different when you see someone that you actually feel loved for from when you date someone you hope you can love. I think no matter how easy or convenient it is to just get a partner there's always going to be something missing when your feelings aren't INTERTWINED.

It wasn't just about romantic relationships, the way how Charlie's family responded to him and how he felt was an amazing portrayal of how families should show emotions and support when needed. I love the part that part when charlie barge in to her sister's room ready to kick someones arse when ponytail derek hit his sister. I love how his sister responded when he was in the rough part of his life in the movie; how his brother acknowledged him; how supportive his parents were; how his english teacher was observant and how open his new found senior friends were. The movie was well composed, like well written notes.

"We accept the love we think we deserve."

[ikamigami]

You're killing me with this angst snndmdndnsmmsm QwQ/pos

But I was thinking about something similar.. ish idk.. uhhh I was thinking that Nexus' guilt will build up slowly in him.. crawling inside his head.. inside his heart.. slowly making lose his mind as he more and more realize that he's done something that he.. it's not regret.. I mean regret is not enough - it's bigger and worse than regret.. he realizes that he's done something that he won't be able to live with.. he won't ever be able to feel normal again..

Or it'll be simply that when Sun will die and he'll be holding his body at first laughing trumphantly or whatever.. but then the sudden realization would hit him.. and he'll remember what Eclipse once told him so long ago.. just like in Eclipse's foreseeing..

Because Eclipse wasn't talking about Solar.. I bet 100% that he was talking about Sun..

Because I don't remember New Moon ever recflecting on anything he did.. when Solar died we didn't have this moment of reflection.. he didn't have this "movie moment" when character remembers something from the past.. like in this case Eclipse's words.. New Moon wasn't thinking about that at all.. hence why I believe that Eclipse wasn't talking about Solar..

Also why he'd mistaken Solar for Sun.. I mean Solar ain't their brother yet back then and from what Eclipse was saying it seemed like he was seeing things.. so if he saw Solar's death he'd know it wasn't Sun.. like I think that he wouldn't care about Solar dying 😭

I'm sorry but let's be real.. the only people Eclipse cared about were Sun and Moon..

Like how could Eclipse look at Solar dying in New Moon's arms and be like "yep that's Sun, that's Moon's brother, definitely".. I'm sorry to all Solar's fans but Solar would never be important to Eclipse 😭

Also New Moon did exactly the opposite of what he told Eclipse back then - now I can reach out to people and ask for help.. but after he had that vivid dream he didn't ask for help.. he started acting exactly like Old Moon..

And I really think that what Eclipse told him back then really was another thing that fuelled New Moon's paranoia regarding Sun dying..

New Moon was obsessed with Sun's death and wanted to keep him safe.. but we all know that obsession can lead to horrible things and in this case New Moon will be a cause of Sun's death..

And you know what.. I realized only now.. but what if New Moon became so obsessed with bringing Solar back and later with just killing and doing whatever he wants.. just to forget about the thought about Sun dying.. what if New Moon wanted to spend so much time with Solar because of that in the first place.. because whenever he was with Sun he couldn't help the paranoia..

And maybe New Moon was so much on the edge when Eclipse returned because he remembered back then Eclipse's words..

Like I said you can't go simply from being the only one who is concerned about someone's well-being to straight up not caring about that person at all..

New Moon was the only one who was concerned about Sun's well-being - the alcohol and self-destructive tendencies.. I think that the fear of losing Sun is what actually drove New Moon insane..

But he is at the point when he denies that he ever cared about Sun.. he tries his hardest to forget.. but when Sun will die because of him.. it'll come back crushing him.. because he'll remember about his fear.. and he'll realize that he's the one who ultimately let his fear to become a reality..

I'm sorry for rambling so much under your story bxnxkxnxbnxnznznzn

TO BE A MIRROR [7]

Summary: Sun was dead (sort of). It wasn't anyone's fault (it was Nexus's fault), but anyway that poor boy was in a deep coma, too weak to get out of his own head.

Nexus had no regrets. But for some reason, recently, he had hallucinations of Sun.

*** Warning: kinda nonsense, unrelied narative. I am not actually like this chap. It feels like no matter what I try, I couldn't interpret good enough. Anyway, maybe write it again later.

***

The lab was silent, save for Nexus, who was still working. The sky was a heavy, burning orange, casting soft yellow streaks back onto his desk. There was the rustling of papers, and the clacking of keyboards. Nexus's crimson eyes stared up at the projection screen, the specs and energy levels of the Wither Storm fragments so large and so difficult to understand that they fascinated Nexus, like a puzzle he was eager to solve.

‘So this is what you did after killing me, brother?’

The high-pitched, shrill voice rang out from behind Nexus, so suddenly that his steady typing speed suddenly stopped.

At the corner of Nexus’s eyes, a yellow animatronic appeared. In the cold white of the lab and the oppressive black of the machines, their yellow silhouettes seemed to glow brightly, warming the room.

‘How filthy, I thought when you had your own robots, you would keep the room cleaner.’

The smile that stretched across Nexus’s face twisted a bit. He ignored its presence, trying to focus on the new discovery he had made about the Wither Storms.

Hallucinations were nothing new to Nexus, and he didn’t care if he had another one either.

It's not like he regretted what he did.

Continuing to look through the papers, Nexus’s ears twitched as he heard a loud noise behind him. The bells jingled irritatingly, the familiar whistling of cleaning was seared into Nexus’s memory. He knew exactly what they were touching, and their clumsy hands would inevitably drop something—

‘Look at this room… It’s so dirty, messy… Guess you and Moon are no different—’

“THAT GUY AND I ARE NOTHING LIKE THIS!!!”

Nexus screamed. He jumped out of his chair, twisting to face the nuisance, but suddenly, he couldn't say any words. There was no sound to escape his voice box.

Sun…

The ghost of the man he had coldly murdered looked as cheerful as ever.

‘Oh, and so now you notice me?’

Silence gave way to an answer.

‘Do you like what you see?’

The sun-themed face, stained in soot. The milky white eyes, now glinting with the color of Wither shards, squinted into a smile. Their entire bodies were drenched in a black, shiny oil, dripping with every step they took. The smell of burnt cloth and tar wafted to Nexus’s nose, making him want to vomit…

The energy of magic and star power filled the air. The expression was pained and exhausted, the eyes flashed with unbridled anger in a body that was about to shatter into pieces. The words were like poison that escaped Sun’s mouth like a ghost in Nexus’s ears, but he was too busy laughing, too busy enjoying the horrified look on Moon’s face, that he care about the consequences he had caused.

‘Are you satisfied now, Nexus?’

***

When Nexus first saw Sun, he thought…

‘What a poor wretch.’

They looked as if they had just stepped out of the pit of hell, and were constantly shaking like leaves.

Their shoulders were stiff, their joints were too tense, their hands were about to tear the already tattered ribbons wrapped around their wrists.

They almost nestled into Earth, their milky eyes frozen like a fawn when he entered. The pain in those eyes was so intense that the code of ‘Moon’ bounced nonstop, urging him to move closer, instinctively hugging the yellow animatronic to his chest.

But they immediately lowered their eyes, their incomprehensible body language both warning him to stay away from them and begging him to come closer.

A not-so-light confusion was felt by the newborn moon animatronic, and a vague feeling of pain rose in his chest from where he saw the person who was called his ‘twin’, reluctantly avoiding him.

‘What did I do wrong? ’

Nexus later learned he had done a lot wrong.

***

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have a family to haunt?”

Nexus was grumpy. He knew it was all in his head, but he was still drawn into these illusions. He thought that after pulling out that bastard’s chip, all his guilt would disappear away.

And for a while, they did.

Sun whistled, his voice stuttering happily. “There’s no way I’m missing my favorite brother, right?”

“Especially seeing how you don’t take care of yourself at all.”

“Moon, you shouldn’t stay up so late like that.”

Everything was wrong. Sun was dead, broken, comatose, what-so-ever. And Sun had never called him ‘brother’ so cheerfully like that. And there was no way the real one would look at him with anything other than disappointment and exhaustion.

“I love you, but I can’t forgive you, Nexus.”

“Brother?”

“Shut up!” Nexus closed his eyes and frowned. Nexus never hated feeling lonely more than right now, at least Ruin’s nagging was annoying at times, but it also kept him from being distracted.

‘Oh? Moon, you look stressed. Do you want me to do something for you? Let’s play a game? Or eat something, you do like sushi, right?’

Sun’s distorted form was filled with concern, even the way Sun’s hand usually waved in the air, it was exactly the same.

Nexus didn’t understand what was going on.

“I killed you. I killed you, and I don’t regret it at all! Why are you still here?” Nexus screams, he never feels more exhausted than that.

The rays of light shrank, the head tilted to the side in a curious and incomprehensible way. The positive energy from before disappeared, ‘Sun’s’ voice, returning to the timid and anxious one he was used to knowing.

“Aren’t you the one who knows best?”

***

“Moon!” The animatronic image disappeared into the darkness, to a place Nexus couldn’t find. He shouted until his voice was hoarse, but his twin's figure was still nowhere to be seen.

"Sun!"

Moon opened his eyes abruptly. He jumped up, his whole body covered in sweat, which should have been impossible since they were both machines. His hands were shaking non-stop, and his optics could see nothing but the hazy darkness.

"Moon!! What's wrong?"

A yellow figure ran over in panic. His brother's face showed concern, their clumsy hand touched his shoulder and shook him gently.

Oh... Nothing happened. It was just a nightmare.

The chilling feeling was still there, making Nexus restless. Sun was still here, his brother was still here. Nothing happened, Creator didn't catch his brother, Bloodmoon didn't catch his brother.

His brother was fine.

They were still together.

He was fine.

"Moon..? Moon..? Is something wrong? Why are you holding my hand so tightly like that?"

Sun asked softly, moving closer to him. They sat in the dark, only hearing the sound of each other's gears running.

"I'm fine... Sun... It was just a nightmare..." Nexus answered with a smile, his voice box seemed to have an error. He couldn't breathe, it was painful and frustrating, and he didn't understand where that feeling came from.

Bloodmoon's malicious smile still rang in Nexus's ears, and the cold feeling of losing Sun still made Nexus feel scared, so scared to the point that he wanted to tear the charger plugged into his head, wanted to burn everything that was making him feel uncomfortable right now to the point of overload.

"Do you want us to do something? We can play games together? Do you want me to call Earth, or Solar?"

"No!" Nexus blurted out. He didn't want anyone else to see him like this, weak and confused. Not even Solar, especially Solar. The orange animatronic has too many things to worry about, and it feels weak to let Solar know that he is not strong, not reliable like other Moon. Having Sun was enough, he just needed Sun. His brother is the only one he feels safe with, the only one he knows they will never leave him. Not in any state.

Nexus slowly clung to Sun like a drowning man clutching a stake. His head was so foggy, so foggy that he was panicking, unable to think about what was happening.

A clumsy hand rested on his back. A soft sigh, full of the helplessness of someone who was used to not being able to help no matter how hard he tried.

“Okay, then we’ll sit here together. It’s okay Moon, I’m fine. It’s okay Moon, you are safe…”

He wanted to say, the one who wasn’t safe here was you.

He wanted to say, why do you keep slipping through my fingers every time I try to hold you, why could I never keep you safe?

He wanted to say, I need you, I need you to be mine, I need you to see me and not think about someone who is already dead.

But all that came out of his mouth were the empty words: “I think I watched too many movies last night Sun. I’m fine now.”

***

His footsteps echoed down the hallway. The cold white was replaced by darker shades of the gothic designs of Dark Sun's castle, with the ghostly blue will-o'-the-wisp flickering with every step he took, like eyes watching Nexus's every move.

Once again, he stood there but couldn't enter. Dark Sun had made sure of that, with a sharp warning of the consequences he would face if Nexus decided to pull anything stupid.

The two-way mirror reflected the other end, revealing the bleak form of a yellow animatronic.

Sun…

They lay motionless on the couch, with thick tentacle-like wires attached to their heads and midsections. The screens were a jumble of ones and zeros, with an incomprehensible purple glowing red across the screens.

They looked peaceful, almost as if they were sleeping, as if they had run out of battery from overwork.

Not at all like the people who had been murdered in cold blood by his hands.

‘Oh, look at me.’ ‘Sun’ laughed nervously. ‘I look terrible.’

‘Yes.’ Nexus sighed.

‘Brother, who do you think looks worse, me or that other guy?’

The stench of oil and broken metal pieces sprouted from Sun's chest.

Nexus stays silent. He doesn’t want to say anything, he doesn’t want to look at Sun or ‘Sun’, hearing their voice in his ears anymore. 

They are not worse like Moon, or Solar hallucinations before, making him instantly in guilt and doubt. But they…

He hates them. Why are they not gone for good?

‘Sun’ pointed to his torn chest, and then to the lifeless robot lying inside. 

‘Wish you didn't kill me, am I right?’

‘I don’t know…’ Nexus whispered back.

***

That night, while Sun was sleeping, he walked in and sat next to Sun. His brother was charging, silent and oblivious as always. Clumsily and furtively, Nexus’s hand grabbed the soft tendrils clinging to Sun’s waist, holding it in his palm, as if trying to feel its warmth.

‘Why do you feel so far away when you're right next to me, Sun??’

[miceenscene]

'tis the damn season

frankie/reader | childhood friends to lovers | pre-canon

wc: 1.8k/2.5k

summary: At one point in your lives, you knew Frankie better than anyone else on earth. When did that change?

warnings: none

an: don't let anyone tell you that second person doesn't work from another character's perspective, least of all yourself while editing

Masterpost | ao3

Chapter 2: Who am I Related to?

December 8, 2012 18:57

Hudson’s was a shitty bar just up highway 210 outside of Fort Bragg, the nearest watering hole to the base as the crow flies.

As a result, it served pretty damn near exclusively military personnel. When it changed ownership about four years back, the new management decided to reflect that and so the place looked like the Fourth of July and Top Gun had thrown up on it. Never mind that Fort Bragg was an Army base. Still, they had cheap booze and greasy food that was far better than the commissary, so it was always busy.

Pope had texted the usual suspects a few hours ago that he was heading to Hudson’s that evening, making Frankie immediately ditch his plans of drinking alone for drinking with Pope and whoever else showed up. Most likely just Benny and Ironhead now that Redfly had semi-retired down to Florida. It was a short drive to the bar from the dorms on base, but it was enough to make Frankie groan and press hands to his lower back as he got out of his car and made his way inside.

Pope was sitting at the bar and didn’t look up from texting on his phone as Frankie gingerly eased into the stool next to him.

“Hey, Fish,” Pope said, rereading the email.

“Hey.” At the bartender’s attention, Frankie pointed to Pope’s beer before daring a slight back stretch.

Pope sent his email and then looked over. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just finished PT.”

He chuckled once. “Back still fucked?”

“More tired than fucked anymore,” Frankie managed, shaking his head and wincing. The bartender delivered his beer, and Frankie took a swig. “When did we get old?”

“¿De qué estás hablando ‘nosotros’, viejo?”

Frankie jabbed an elbow and grinned slightly down at his next swig. “Culero.”

“Hey, before everyone gets here–” Pope looked at him, an oddly serious expression on his face for their usual bar. “I found out today you haven’t re-enlisted yet.”

Frankie immediately dropped his gaze to the suddenly very interesting glass in his hand. “Ah, no. No, I haven’t.”

“I’m trying to pull strings to get Benny into our unit full-time. I think he’d fit well with the team. Then Simmons tells me you haven’t signed your new papers yet. So what’s up?”

Frankie glanced over to see Pope still focused on him. “Nothing, nothing. I… I’m still thinking about it.”

He chuckled. “What’s there to think about?”

“We all want out someday, right? If we’re lucky enough to choose when we leave.”

“Yeah, but there’s thinking and thinking.” Pope smacked his shoulder. “What – are you gonna become a real estate agent like Redfly?”

No. Definitely not. Even just the idea of shilling condos was enough to make Frankie’s eyes glaze over. But still–

“Real estate agents make more money than we do.”

Pope made a considering face for a moment then brushed it off. “Yeah, but you’d miss it. You’re like me. We like the rush.”

Frankie nodded slightly. This is why he was still just thinking about it. It wasn’t a small thing to walk away from fourteen years with the Army. Especially since everyone knew the retirement benefits were absolute shit until you hit twenty. But he could already tell, he didn’t have another six years in him. He wasn’t even sure he had another deployment.

“You know the deadline’s New Year’s, right?” Pope said, cutting through his thoughts.

“Yeah, I know. I have some leave I have to take before the year’s out anyway.”

Pope nodded. “Good. Clear your head, get some perspective. See how fucking boring civvy life is, and then come back Jan 2 and join my team.”

Frankie smiled wryly; Pope always could make anything sound easy. “Something like that.”

“You have holiday plans then?” he asked, leaning an elbow on the bar.

Frankie sucked in breath. “I guess I’ll go back to my parents’. My mom’s been wanting me to visit for a while now.”

“How long’s it been?”

“I saw them in DC last summer, but I haven’t been back home… since I joined Delta.”

“Remind me where they’re at.”

“Up north. Little town in the middle of nowhere. Still in the same house I grew up in.” He could picture the wreath on the door, the twinkling lights his dad always strung across the front fence every December. A matching set used to be hung on the fence exactly opposite across the street. Who lived there now, he wondered. Would they put the tree in the front window too?

“Soldier coming home for Christmas. Sounds like a Hallmark movie.”

“Fuck you,” Frankie replied as the others finally arrived.

--

Frankie got his answer as he ducked out the front door of his parent’s house about a week later. His breath immediately fogged as he sucked in a few calming breaths of night air, the pressure in his head slowly levelling. Out in the still darkness, the noise level coming from the living room was finally manageable. Inside, with all of his cousins and his aunts and uncles and the music and everyone talking over each other and the heater set far too high for the number of people inside– he… he just needed a break.

Seven hours was a decent stint for his first day. He’d be around longer tomorrow. Wading in. That was the key. Because he was now the kind of person that had to treat time with his family like running a marathon. Apparently.

He walked down to the twinkling front fence, making a mental note to shovel the front walk tomorrow, and stopped. The house across the street – your house, as it would forever be in his mind – was completely dark. A small sign posted in the front yard announced some sort of home refurbishment company was going to be arriving soon. No doubt they would come in, strip away wallpaper and old tile and heart to paint it all beige and granite for the quick resell.

He hadn’t had the heart to ask his mother yet how long the house hadn’t belonged to your family. No need for another reminder of how much time had passed, how much he’d missed. He had more than enough already.

The front door opened behind him, casting a temporary warm glow across the dark snow, and his dad stepped out, pipe in hand. He meandered down the front steps to join Frankie at the gate, puffing a few times before speaking.

He shook his head. “It’d break his heart to see it so empty, but I understand why she sold,” he said, looking at the forlorn house with him.

“How long ago?” Frankie asked.

“Few months. Not too long after the funeral.” Dad looked his way for a moment. “I’ll give it ten minutes before I tell your mother you left.”

“I… thanks,” he replied weakly.

“Will you be back tomorrow?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be back.”

Dad nodded slowly, leaving just the pipe smoke wafting between them for a minute. “Take it slow, no need to rush.”

“Thanks.” He stepped through the gate, fishing in his pocket for his car keys.

“Francisco,” he said, making Frankie stop and look at him. “We’re glad you’re back.”

Frankie just nodded and went to his car. Even though he couldn’t bear another minute in the noisy press of his loved ones, the idea of going back to his lonely hotel room was truly abysmal. So after some finagling with the ignition, he started the engine and headed to the one bar he’d ever been to in his hometown.

--

There were Christmas lights in the window and a dancing Santa on the bar as Frankie walked in. Some sort of forcibly cheery holiday classic played over the speakers tucked between quirky memorabilia that hung over every square inch of wall space. And even though public smoking had been outlawed by the state well over a decade ago, cigarette stench had sunk into the very foundation of the place.

It was nothing like Frankie remembered. But it would do.

Eyes automatically sweeping across the moderately busy room for a Thursday night, he headed for a stool at the far end of the bar, ordering a beer when the bartender came by. It was just one step up from swill, but comfortably numbing in its mediocrity. He looked across the room again, checking for familiar faces this time and finding none. No surprise there. A decade was a long time, and really he hadn’t been around too much for the years before that too.

There were couples on dates here, friend groups, some sort of girls’ night happening in the corner, a few loners like him hovering at the bar. Most everyone was smiling, talking, laughing so hard their whole bodies shook. A whole world of Normal. And Frankie was a tourist.

Pope was right. He couldn’t go back to this. He couldn’t make it through one whole day with blood relatives anymore. What was he thinking? That he could just settle into a normal life like the last decade of his work was nothing? Get a 9-to-5 and a mortgage and a girl – not that he’d ever had too much luck in that department. Especially when there was one girl that eclipsed all others, and he didn’t even know her phone number any more.

The door opened, making the Santa on the bar dance, and every thought in Frankie’s head immediately stopped. His eyes drew wide as he stared, jaw barely restrained from slapping against his chest. Was it really – course it was, there wasn’t anyone else it could be. A whole century could pass, and he’d still know that face.

It was you.

Live, in the flesh you. Cheeks pinked from the wind, haloed by the street lights outside, wrapped in a truly astonishing number of woolen layers. Not a half-remembered fantasy, but Real and breathing and even more beautiful than his memory had claimed.

He watched you shake a few flurries out of your hair and stomp the excess snow off your boots, shutting the door behind you as you waved to the bartender. Your gaze swung across the bar, completely skimming past him, and landed on the girls’ night in the corner. You smiled. He stared.

You began to head over to the people you were obviously here to meet. On nothing but pure instinct, he immediately got out of his stool and followed you. Falling into step behind you, he stretched a hand forward to hook a few fingers inside your elbow.

You looked back at him, and for a heart-breaking breath there was no recognition in your eyes.

Till he gave you a half-smile and said, “Hey Bo.”

You blinked, mouth dropping open. “Frankie?” you asked.

He nodded.

Your astonishment ballooned so wide it froze your whole face solid for a moment. Then you laughed, out of far more shock than amusement, and gave him a smile all his own. “Oh my god!! You’re here!”

You immediately wrapped him in a hug. And though it took him a moment to return it, for the first time in ten whole years, he was home.

Chapter 3: Not my Homeland Anymore

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Really enjoying the prompts and I'm glad you have fun with them! Here's another one for if you feel up for it! 16. “Wait, please don’t cry…”

Finally got around to writing this!! Thank you so much for the prompt <3 I wanted to write more with Felix and Charlie, the first story with them can be found here!

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The room shrinks around him. Well actually, he just grows to fill the space. He’s able to reach both sides of the room all too quickly. Much to his dismay, it doesn’t stop there, the walls continue to close in around him. His hands desperately brace against the walls as he tries futilely to ground himself. He knows it’s too much to ask that he would just miraculously shrink back to normal, or even just stop growing for that matter. But there is a chance, albeit a small one, that he can slow the process down a bit. He’s used this space as a hideout before, so even if he grows to his full height, he’s not afraid of bringing the building down. He just won’t be very comfortable for the foreseeable future. 

He shifts, in an attempt to make himself as small as possible, only to bump his head into the ceiling. Gritting his teeth, he curls forward with a groan. He’d press his forehead against the floor, but he can’t quite reach with his current position. He doesn’t dare try to move his limbs to grab his now throbbing head, he might just get himself stuck in a worse position. He has to focus on getting his size under control. Of course, that’s when he hears a sound. A small, unmistakably human gasp. No. No, no, no. He was supposed to be alone here. This old band room hasn’t been used for anything more than a forgotten storage place in years. Why would anyone else be here?

His eyes shoot open to see Charlie below him. He’s almost relieved, because she’s already seen him do this once before, it’s not like it’s something he has to hide from her. However, this relief is short lived when he really looks at her. She’s on her back, looking up at him with wide eyes, and she’s crawling away from him. He realizes that she didn’t get nearly this close to him the last time she saw him like this. And they were outside, so she certainly wasn’t as cornered as she is now. They haven’t even been friends for a month, and now here he is, looming over her, shaking, and growling like the monster everyone says he is. He’s scaring her. This realization breaks his focus. Not only does he fail to slow the shift down, the burning embarrassment and shame only encourages his growth spurt. So much for getting back to normal any time soon.

“Uh…Hey Charlie.” He says awkwardly, as he tries his best to keep his oversized self out of her personal space.

“Hi.” There is an awkward pause where they just stare at each other. “So, I guess this isn’t… This probably isn’t a great time, huh?”

His mouth presses into a flat line. This is absolutely not how this was supposed to go. She probably just thinks he’s a huge, dangerous freak. Which he is, but he didn’t want her to know that. He remembers when she followed him into the woods. She had said that she thought that his shifting ability was cool, like a superpower. Looking at her now, pressed into the floor beneath him, eclipsed by his shadow, he can’t imagine her sharing the same sentiment. The room closes in further, forcing him to shift his position, curling in on himself more just so he can continue fitting in this room. He swears he hears her squeak as his hands close in around her, protectively shielding her from, well, himself. Though, it’s unlikely she would view this gesture the same way. He doesn’t dare touch her. Though, he does wonder if he could safely scoop her into his palm and move her to the exit. Just because he’s stuck here, doesn’t mean that she should have to be. Of course, the key word there is safely. He doesn’t know if he trusts his clumsy digits to be gentle enough.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the panic and claustrophobia that’s sparking through his bones. He has to stay calm. For her, if for no other reason. Despite his best efforts, he feels his breaths growing irregular, and his heart flutters sporadically in his chest. He’s been stuck hiding in buildings before, it sucks. This time is even worse, because his only friend gets to have a front row seat to this break down. He grits his teeth, trying unsuccessfully to ward away the tears that burn in his eyes. Thoughts swirl viciously in his mind. ‘You’re going to hurt her. Crush her beneath your clumsy limbs, like the monster you are. Even if she manages to get out of this unscathed, she’s never going to look at you again without seeing some horrifying monster. I mean, you saw her, she’s terrified of you, and she should be. Freak. All you’ve ever been good at is-’

“Hey. Wait, please don’t cry. Felix, it’s okay.” Her voice pierces through his spiraling thoughts. “Look at me.”

He doesn’t want to. If he keeps his eyes screwed shut, he can pretend that none of this is actually happening. If he looks at her, he’ll just be reminded that it’s real. But her voice, calm and steady, repeats.

“Look at me.”

He flinches as he feels her hand press into his palm. His eyes flick open. He’s embarrassed to find that a few tears had fallen, splashing into puddles beside her. He wants nothing more than to just disappear right now. His eyes settle on her. She’s sitting up now, her hand gently stroking a small part of his palm. She basically has to look straight up to see his face.

“Just breathe, you’re okay.”

He has no idea how she’s handling this so well right now. He takes a deep breath and cringes internally as his shaky exhale blows her hair away from her face.

“Gah. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He’s careful to keep his voice down. He doesn’t want to hurt her, not even with his voice.

“Dude, you’re fine. I’d be freaking out so bad if I was you right now. Breathe, you’re good.” He takes a few more uneven inhales and exhales until he’s in a more stable position.

“Are you a shifter too, and you just haven’t told me?” He asks quietly.

“A what?”

“A size shifter?” She just looks at him. “It’s... Like what I’m doing right now? That’s what this is, it’s called shifting.” He can’t believe he never told her what it was called. Though on second thought, he supposes it makes sense.

After she saw him shift for the first time, he expected a bunch of questions about the ability. It’s kind of sad, but at first, he was skeptical that their friendship would be… real? That’s a lot of leverage to hold against someone. He honestly expected her to just parade around all smug knowing how much of a freakshow he is. Like P.T Barnum carting around his entertainers, he wasn’t friends with them, he was using them. However, Felix was quickly proven wrong. It genuinely surprised him to find that mostly when they’re together they just talk about normal people things. Music, movies, hobbies, homework, that kind of stuff. Actually, he doesn’t think they’ve talked about his ability once since that first day. He’s been really grateful for that, because she makes him feel really human when he’s around her. Of course, he doesn’t feel entirely human right now, but this might be a rare exception.

“Oh cool, size shifter. Creative name, I get it. I promise if I had any superpowers, you would know about them.”

“Superpowers, sure.” He scoffs, still not convinced that his ability is anything super, aside from super annoying. Felix hesitates, “Well, have you ever seen someone else do this before?”

“Other than you? No. Why? What’s with the survey?” She looks up at him curiously.

“I just don’t understand how you’re so cool with this right now. Aren’t you scared?”

“I mean,” she pauses, thinking out her response. “I don’t know if I’d really use the word scared. But sure. Maybe I was scared at first. You just looked more scared than I was, so I got over it.” She shrugs, “Besides, I know you. You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“That’s nice of you to say, but accidents happen. I mean, I’m so big. What if I didn’t notice you and-”

“Hey. Hey stop that. You’re just freaking yourself out, dude. I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re both okay. Okay?”

“Okay.” He sighs, quieting his worrying thoughts. She’s right, they’re both fine.

“So, when we get out of this room, do you want to go somewhere for food?” She asks, reclining back against his fingers. The contact threatens to send another wave of anxiety through him. But looking down at her, she looks completely comfortable. He realizes that she must seriously trust him, and that makes him feel really good.

“You say ‘somewhere’ like you’d be willing to consider more options than Panda Express.” He raises an eyebrow. He thinks it would be safe to say she has never suggested eating anywhere else.

“Hmm. What was that? Panda Express you say? That’s a great suggestion. Well since you have your heart set on the Panda, I guess we’ll just have to go there.” She laughs as he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah. Alright.” He grins down at her. As far as he’s concerned, Charlie does have a superpower. It’s making him feel like a normal person, even in the tightest situations.

[riley-phoenix]

Pairing: Malia X Reader (gender not specified)... Eventually

Canon: Teen Wolf

Content: psychological disorder, murder, blood, angst

Author's Note: -

Chapter Summary: "Smile Begins" from your point of view

You walked under the beaming lights of the city as the wind blew freely through the starry night sky. Taking the all too familiar turns around the city, outside the garage store, you stopped short at the sight of someone inside. You were never one to be caught off guard but the tension of the situation held a level of rarity, there was something special about the person inside. Your ability to read people at first glance was just one by-product of your troubled past, a childhood that moulded your mind into the fast-paced machine it is today. You observed the woman through the glass of the garage store, memorizing every detail of her physical stature. She had thick, brown, shoulder length hair. The most addicting brown eyes you'd ever gazed upon in your life. Her fashion choice was unorthodox, but not in a 'She doesn't know what she's doing' way and in more of a 'To hell with the latest trends' way. She wore jeans, knee high boots and a leather coat that only added to the mysterious aura that originated from her. You noticed her struggle, and then twitch her eyes. For a spilt second you saw something unbelievable, you could swear her eyes were glowing blue, before she struggled again and closed them, returning to normal when she opened her eyes once more. "She's a werewolf", you thought to yourself, also taking into consideration the full moon. One thing was clear; she'd piqued your interest.

In an effort to speak to her, you found yourself wandering aimlessly in the garage store, subconsciously running your hand over the shelves as you looked on at her from afar. Observing her closely and trying to find any excuse to talk to her, you grabbed a few random items off the shelf and walked sternly in her direction. In an effort to steal her attention, you purposefully brush into her shoulder, "accidentally" dropping your groceries. With an artificial expression of embarrassment on your face, you lean down to gather some of your things, not before the stranger joins you to help gather them. "Oh, my bad!... Working late, huh?", She asks as she gathers the last of them. "Mm? Oh, about to head back to the station, actually, I'm *your name*, detective *your name*". You say with a shortness of breath as you introduce yourself. "Malia", the stranger says as she returns your introduction. Everything seemed perfect, this could have been the fairytale meetcute you always dreamed of, just like in the movies. Two people accidentally bump into each other and unknowingly it's love at first sight... Then he came over. "Who was this man?" "Who was he to Malia?" That, and about 998 other questions flew recklessly through your brain as the man began to speak, "I think I've got everything, babe".

Your stomach turned and your eyes twitched as the words left his mouth, "Babe"?, You could feel the vein in your neck pulsing faster than usual and you wanted nothing except for the earth to swallow you whole. It was okay though, you had ways of dealing with situations like this. Looking out the window and at the sky, you noticed the full moon fading away and the lunar eclipse fading in- the one period of time when shapeshifters are completely powerless. You camouflaged in the dark and waited as Malia left the store and trudged away. Seconds later, you spotted Scott heading for his car, and approached him, "Hey, Scott".

"Detective *your name*?"

"Yeah, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation; you're looking for a place to get beers?".

"Yeah, you know where I can get some?"

"There's a liquor house not too far from here, down on Smile Road".

"I don't know where that is, do you have any directions?"

"I'm headed that way now, why don't you just follow me", you offered with a hint of superficial charm.

"That'd be great actually, thanks".

You let Scott follow you about 20 minutes outside of town, Taking him into an area that had been written off from the construction plans of the city due to safety protocols, pulling into a road that didn't exist on any map, with the exception of one: yours. You allowed yourself to cruise closer to the waterfall --the same waterfall that had been the reason for this area being written off from the official city layout -- before getting out of the car. "We're here!", You exclaimed as you walked over to Scott who was still in the driver's seat. "Uhmm, I don't see a liquor st--"

With ease, you grabbed Scott's head and smashed it into the steering wheel, leaving him almost unconscious instantly. As blood began to drip from his forehead, you reached into the backseat of your car and pulled out two 6-packs of beers. "It's a good thing I had these with me". You say to yourself as you get to work, making this seem like an accident. You made short work of the bottles, wearing gloves so as to not leave any DNA on the scene. You emptied bottle after bottle onto the floor and threw them into the car, pouring a little bit on his mouth and body, leaving only two unopened. When you were done making it seem like an accident, it was time to finish the job. You pushed Scott's car with yours from behind. Edging it closer and closer to the weak railings that seperated the ledge of the waterfall to the pavement. And when you reached the edge... You didn't hesitate, with absolutely no hint of remorse or guilt and the absence of a conscience; you pushed the car over the ledge and watched it crash into the waterfall down below, the sound of the car crashing into the pool below was hidden between the natural echoes of crashing water.

He said he was going to get beer. He'll be found with beer. You didn't leave any DNA at the scene. You have an alibi. "The perfect crime" you thought to yourself. That was until you heard the sound of a car passing your way, you began to pray that the car wouldn't stop.

And it drove right past.

"That was too close", you thought to yourself as you watched the car drive far into the distance. You surveyed the area one final time so you wouldn't have to "return to the scene of the crime", before stepping back inside your car. You turned on the engine before stopping to think, thinking of the car that drove past just seconds after you had tilted Scott over the edge. "No... No they drove past which means they didn't see anything", you thought at first. "Then again... They could talk to the police if they did". Biting your nails nervously, as you pondered over the difficult situation, you eventually forced yourself to make a decision, "Cant afford to take any chances". That emotionless look fell over you once again as your impeccable memory recalled the license plate of the car; and you followed that license to it's address. Before driving off you took one more look into the starry night sky, watching the lunar eclipse fading away; and the full moon fading in once again.

Hours later, you arrived at the apartment building of the man named "Mr. Turner", who, to his misfortune, had unknowingly driven past you earlier. Unfortunately for him, you weren't in a position to take chances. You impersonated a building handyman and carried a toolbox as the rude and arrogant middle-aged man answered the door. "What?", He asked curtly. "I'm just here to check the thermostat, the building's been having problems and--". He interrupts you before you can finish, "Fine, just be quick". You reached down and pulled a hammer out of your toolbox as a wide smile spread across your face and he let you inside, "Oh... I intend to".

Hours later, after you'd dealt with Mr. Turner, you sat in your office and in your head it was as if nothing happened, just a normal night at the station and a clear, guiltless mind. Your phone began to vibrate violently as you pulled it out of your pocket, "Yeah?", You answered as Bobby, your partner, began to fill you in on the details of a DUI accident; except it wasn't an accident, and you were the only one who knew it. You made your way to the crash site as if it was your first time there, asking questions and furrowing your brow as if you didn't know what had happened already. You'd just finished warding off the area with yellow police tape when you noticed Bobby questioning a familiar figure - Malia. To no surprise at all, she'd rushed here once she heard the news, her body was shaking and you sensed the nervousness in her breath as you interrupted the conversation.

"We just bumped into each other at the grocery store", Malia explained to Bobby, who looked on in confusion. "Small world", she said as she attempted to divert her emotions with humour. "Anyway, what'd you find?", You turned to Bobby, trying to move on with the conversation. Bobby proceeded to ask Malia if she knew where Scott was last seen, or last known to be going. She recalled their conversation at the garage store earlier, ending with Scott leaving to get beers. You saw the expression on Bobby's face change as he listened; to one of empathy. Laying a comforting hand on her shoulder, he directed Malia to the wreckage, opened the door and watched as several beer bottles fell out. You turned away from the scene as Malia, who stood petrified in silence, finally burst into tears behind you. That was the downside of your masterplan, seeing her in pain, it was the last thing you wanted; but you knew you could take care of her, you knew that in each other's arms, neither of you would have to feel pain again; and the only way to achieve that, was to get Scott out of the picture.

Still, you knew Malia couldn't be there, and offering to take her home was the opportune moment you'd been waiting for to show her that you care, that you're special and that you thought she was too. She agreed and wiped away her tears as you followed closely behind. Inside Malia's apartment, you're trying to keep yourself calm and keep your emotions in check as she removes her shirt and puts a new one on. "You're a werewolf", you blurt out, wanting to cup your mouth with your hands in embarrassment as you clumsily speak your mind. "Werecoyote", Malia choked in confusion, previously unaware that you knew about the supernatural. You revealed what observations led you to uncovering her supernatural identity, to which she asked if you were in hiding. "No, I'm not supernatural, I just know that it exists. Long story short, that life didn't agree with me... So I left it behind".

"I'm sorry to hear that", Malia adds.

"I'm sorry for your loss", you say sympathetically, still trying to get her to open up to you and trust you.

Malia walks to the fridge and pulls out two beers, accidentally triggering herself. The sight of the alcohol makes it even harder to forget about the sights of the crash. She closed her eyes and gripped the bridge of her nose, trying to move past the nightmare. When she eventually lifts her head to you again, she seems like a different woman, driven by pure determination to achieve vengeance - and answers. She looks at you with pleading eyes, and begs you to believe her that this was a murder and not a regular DUI. Of course, from everyone that was involved in the case you were the only one who knew this was actually true, but you were impeccable at hiding it. You went on trying to convince Malia that that she's in over her head and that she's struggling to deal with loss, but were interrupted by a phonecall before it turned into an argument. Malia stopped and allowed you to pick up. "We found a possible witness", Bobby explains, "but... Let's just say he won't be talking any time soon... I'm gonna need you to come down here, partner", he adds on.

"Good call getting rid of him", you thought to yourself as the call ended and you filled Malia in with an update on the case --purposely leaving out the part about Mr. Turner being dead-- and saw that passionate look of determination in her eyes. It was at this moment you realised that if you wanted to get close to her, she was going to be involved in this case. You drove to Philadelphia to investigate Mr. Turner, the rest of the force should probably be discovering his dead body and the array of misleading "clues" you planted any minute now. You tried to make small talk but Malia wasn't in the mood, bottling up her emotions had caused her to be introverted, and you chose to give her space. Eventually you reached the residence, climbing staircase upon staircase until you reached apartment 6B on the 7th floor. "Why are the CSI here, Bobby?", You asked, as if you didn't already know. "Remember what I said about our witness 'not talking anytime soon'"?, See for yourself". You made an appearance inside the murder scene, putting on the perfect mask as if this is the first time you'd been there. After Malia joined you, she pointed out one of the fake clues you left, poorly hidden, in the apartment, the smile drawing next to the body, as well as the note In his mouth. You then purposely paid attention to the hieroglyphics carved into his skin, causing a heated discussion of the meaning behind the clues as well as their legitimacy between the CSI and police squad. Was this elaborate? Yes. But was it worth it for what you believed was true love at first sight? Again, Yes.

Shortly afterwards, you and Malia escaped the scene, and sure enough she started running her own list of theories by you. "Is there anyone you know that would've wanted Scott dead?", You ask her afterwards. Subsequently, you see Malia beginning to create a mental list of possible suspects in her head, and that's when you knew, this wasn't going to be easy. You've got work to do.

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