#i hope we get to see them with ebba again

[cerealbishh]

jess with greg and ebba in succession 04x05 "kill list"

[coutelier]

Irongate - Monsters

~1800 Word Excerpt~

A magpie circled and cawed over some old scrapyard; stacks of hollow car shells rusting and groaning, walls of skips and other containers filled with old appliances that had long since lost all purpose. Strange to think that even machines died. The bird fluttered, landing on a branch near Tenley squawking and shaking its head.

“Of course I know its a trap,” she sighed, “I’m eleven; not stupid.”

In the middle of the scrap maze stood a concrete structure, door at the front and a sloped wall behind. Must have been the entrance to some sort of bunker; only one way in or out. Even with her ‘gifts’ she didn’t want to be a caught in a space with no room to maneuver. She couldn’t leave Jake either. Seemed he unwittingly made a habit of believing in people who didn’t deserve it; his brother, her - she was a not a superhero. But as superheros didn’t exist, she was his only hope.

She jumped over the containers to the bunker door, peeping down at a long, dark flight of stairs. The dark had never frightened her. It was like a blanket; she could snuggle up in it when mother was in one of her moods. Besides, with her new eyes there were no really dark places any more.

At the end of the stairs was a door like the ones in a submarine. Tenley reached out to turn the wheel, noticing there were slits in the walls either side of her with metal pipes inside. She skipped back, just avoiding red-blue flames shooting out forming a new roaring wall between her and the door.

She heard a tinny chuckle from a hidden speaker, “nimble little kitten, aren’t you? You get that from your mother, or is it something else?”

Her eyes narrowed, tilting her head upward where she believed the camera was concealed to ask, “can you hear me?”

“Sure darling; we can talk.”

“Where’s Jake?”

“He’s here. Listen.”

She heard something rip, then Jake’s voice blurting, “Tenley! Don’t! It’s-” then he was muffled again.

The other voice drawled, “if you want to see your little friend again, you’re going to have to show me what you can do.”

“I’m coming for you,” Tenley promised. She thought about saying something like ‘you will die a million deaths’, but it wasn’t as easy as when she was hunting. She had to get the idiot boy out alive so couldn’t provoke his captor too much right now.

So her first obstacle was the fire. She could probably just walk through but she wasn’t sure her clothes would survive and who knew what other sick stuff that creep was into. She could draw energy from something called The Witch Way. So far all she’d managed to produce was a spark, but maybe if she centered herself, focused, imagined something like a blanket surrounded her whole body, then reached out - the flames didn’t touch her. They swept inches around her body, becoming like a bright orange cloak as she stepped through and twisted the door open.

Cold blasted her on the other side, like a blizzard, but she pushed on through it. There was another corridor. Another door. The next assault was on her nostrils.

She was in a wide area with benches and at the center a hexagonal cage, its mesh fence not much taller than her, the floor seeming to be soaked in blood and feces. She gagged as the magpie flew up to the rafters.

“You’re a fighter, right?” The voice cracked through speakers all around the arena. “Like your momma? We’ve never had kids compete in here but I guess there’s some folks that would pay to watch it.”

Tenley was here to fight, but not for anyone’s entertainment. She looked for the way forward seeing two doors on the other side. As she made her way around to she started to hear clicks and whirs, somersaulting out the way as the machine guns opened fire.

Automated turrets, again concealed by slits in the walls. She zigged and zagged running up them, Ebba whipping out from around her waist lashing and shooting at each turret one by one, piercing and shattering them into small clouds of flame and steel. She landed inside the arena, panting, the constant fighting starting to take its toll.

The voice whooped, “I really should be streaming this! How about we make it a regular thing? You’ll need a title, like ‘The Strongest Girl in the Universe!’ Huh? What d’ya say, kid? We could go viral! Of course, as a responsible adult I would need your parent’s consent first… oh, yeah. That could be a problem, couldn’t it?”

“The only problem is that you need to shut up,” Tenley muttered, pushing onwards.

In the next area, she came to a grim understanding of what the arena was usually for - dogs. Lots of dogs. She usually liked dogs, but the ones sleeping in stacked cages here all bore wounds; missing eyes, ears, scars and stitches in the shape of maws. She felt sorry for them, but she knew none of these could ever be taken home; they had been born and bred just to fight and die.

“You are one irrepressible rascal,” the voice sniffed, “all right; guess I’ll give you a reward. You wanna pet them?”

Tenley grimaced, collapsing into a ball covering her ears. But she was the only thing on two legs that heard the whistle - it was meant as a signal to them.  With a buzz all the cage doors opened, the animals barking and snarling as they jumped out. Their fur stood up, backs arched, lips peeling from their teeth as they prowled toward what they presumed would be very easy prey. Tenley ran across to the next door, finding it sealed tight. It take too long to force it open. And, she realized bowing her head, this was the only way out. She was going to have to clear them anyway for Jake. She closed her eyes, Ebba hardening into a spear as the first one pounced trying to force her to the ground. It never came close. Soon the snarls and barks just became yelps and whines, and soon after that the grisly business was over.

“See that, Jakey boy?” The voice said, but now he was starting to sound annoyed. “What kind of hero treats puppies like that?”

Tenley was annoyed too. She’d had enough of this stupid game, springing at and battering down the next door. Next she came to a theater, mismatched chairs in jagged rows facing a stage and screen. And Jake! Bound and gagged, tears streaming down his face, but at least he didn’t look physically hurt. Tenley sprang over the chairs to him, first removing the tape from across his face.

He gasped, “look out!”

Tenley heard a twang, catching an arrow just inches from Jake’s eye. Why had they aimed it at him? She caught a glimpse of her enemy - the devilish looking man in a dark duster with a mustache and goatee like in old Western movies - just before whistling blasted through all the speakers. He must have seen how she’d reacted to the dog whistle, so now it was continuous, like glass shards piercing her skull. While she was disorientated by that, she didn’t notice that the arrow she held had an unusual tip which then exploded spraying some viscous substance into her eyes. Like some sort of cement that hardened instantly. She tried pulling it off, but felt like she wouldn’t be able to without pulling off her own skin. With two senses gone she soon stumbled off the stage.

The devil man whooped triumphantly, “a little innovation from our sponsors at Stag Corp. I wish I’d gotten to know your momma better, kid. Seems like she was a real interesting lady. You’re impressive for a little one, but I reckon I’ll just settle for whatever Stag will pay for you.”

Tenley could hear him shuffling around her, like he was doing a little dance, but with the constant whine of the whistle she was struggling to get a fix on where. She spun and kicked, but just connected with a chair. Devil man whooped, “feisty! Guess fightings in your blood, huh? Well, I do hate to see young people disappointed.”

Something heavy and metal struck her chest, then her jaw, Ebba falling from her hands she collided with and slid down the wall. Gasping and groaning she found another chair, although it only shielded her from one blow, the next striking the side of her head sending sliding and sprawling, knocked down chairs like they were skittles. The ringing and the whining made it even more impossible for her to find him, the next hammer blow coming down on her leg.

“Damn!” Devil man whooped again, “what’s it take to break you!” At least when he spoke she could roll away, but he was smart enough to move as well in a way that she couldn’t tell where the next attack was coming from.

One of the few things mother taught her well was how to take a beating, but every body had limits. A few more blows and she might not be able to continue no matter how much she willed to. Through everything clouding her senses she could hears Jake’s sobs, and the chattering of that dumb magpie. Still following her. Her only supporter that hadn’t yet given up. She could feel it willing her on. Could feel its rapid little heart beat. Could feel their wills connecting, merging. Its eyes. Its ears…

“Nighty, night!” Devil man chirped, swinging the hammer from behind his back over his head toward hers. Tenley arched her back, just enough so it flew right by her nose and instead cracking the floor. He was confused, so swung up and tried again. The same thing happened, but now there was a malicious smile on Tenley as she turned to face him.

“I can see you,” she said.

Growling he charged, swinging again and again, desperate to split her in two, but she skipped and dodged, grabbing a broken chair leg then dancing around him until he fell forward. having to use the hammer to keep his body up as he’d worn himself out.

“Poor sod,” she sighed as he wheezed, “guess you’re finally at a loss for words.”

“You,” he snarled hatefully, lifting the hammer again, “you killed my dogs!”

Tenley sadly exhaled, shaking her head. “No. They never had a chance of living. You raised them to be monsters.” He lunged, trying to ram her with the hammer, his momentum carrying him forward as she skipped up and past the other way, plunging the broken chair leg through his throat. As he collapsed and gargled she turned, sighing, “this is no world for monsters.”

[kessielrg]

[Kingdom Hearts] Write What You Know

Summary: In which Xion tries to find writing inspiration from around Twilight Town. [sequel-ish to I Won't (Let Her) Be Forgotten][oneshot][post KH3]

Rating: K+

Word Count: 2,605 words

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"Xion, these are great!"

Xion could face heat up as she started to blush. "You're just saying that." she told Olette, sounding just as embarrassed as she looked. But Olette adamantly shook her head.

"I'm serious." she assured her friend. "You have some serious talent for this stuff."

"She's not wrong," Roxas added in, "And it's great seeing you smile while you write too! When you get into this serious groove, it's like you're in this really weird trance- but when you come out, you've written down this awesome story!"

Well, if the blush on her face wasn't evident yet, it was now. Xion even had to look away from her first friend. Of anyone, Roxas was the most excited that Xion liked writing. He never really said why, but Xion had a good feeling on the reason; they had both started their life as Nobodies. Almost in every sense of the word, really. Xion finding that she liked and was good at writing was her first branch of becoming Somebody.

Almost four months ago, Xion decided to become a writer. Nothing special, of course, just as a little thing to do in her spare time. Today was the first day she was letting her friends read through what she had written so far. None of her little stories really connected to each other; at first, she was writing from experience, using an author avatar to mask that it was truly her. But then she started to experiment a bit more. Sometimes her avatar knew more than Xion did. Other times she had someone else in story teach her avatar something Xion knew quite a bit about.

A lot of the time, Xion felt embarrassed by her avatar. She was almost too idyllic. But a part of her really... enjoyed that perfect version. A world where no one was really hurt, or was lost, or forgotten. Especially not forgotten.

"You should absolutely look into joining the school paper." Pence even encouraged. "One of the main column writers graduated last year- your stories about Ebba would be a great replacement."

Now her ears were starting to glow a bright red as well. "N-no... I don't think I should..."

But that was when Olette and Roxas started to eagerly agree with the idea. Hayner was the one who silenced them with a small, disapproving scoff.

"Well, I don't like them." he told them all. "There's no way a girl can do all of that stuff on her own. It's totally unrealistic."

"What are you talking about?" Roxas then wondered with a defensive raise of his eyebrow. "I've seen Xion do all of that stuff, and more."

"Besides, no one asked you." Olette agreed before chucking a pebble at Hayner's face. The boy was just barely able to protect his face from the attack. The pebble bounced off his arms and down to the ground below. A faint reminder -if any- of the danger in sitting so high up on the Central Station clock tower.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Hayner whined. "That's a long way down, you know!"

"Then you better stop being mean to Xion." Olette informed him with a grin.

"I don't have to take this." came the return huff. Hayner carefully started to get up and crossed his arms in defiance. "I'm going home. Maybe in my absence you'll learn to stop bullying me when I'm only joking."

"We should all get ready to leave, actually." Pence decided as he got up as well. "It's getting close to dinner."

At the agreed nods from Olette and Roxas, the four of them started to make their leave. But Xion wasn't ready to leave yet.

"Are you coming back with us?" Roxas asked her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and giving a wide smile.

"Not yet." she told him- meeting his grin with one of her own. "I wanted to write a bit more before heading back. It can get pretty loud with Isa and Lea when they're arguing about chores. I don't think Lea's done the dishes in a full week."

To this, Roxas laughed. "Fair enough." he agreed. "See you at dinner then!"

Xion smiled and waved him goodbye. Alone at last, Xion opened up her notebook. She reread a lot of what she had written down earlier. A smile crossed her lips as a sense of pride welled in her chest. It felt so great being able to create something that didn't exist before. Over time, she had developed bits and pieces of her author avatar, Ebba, that both reflected and deviated from herself. Now came time to do so again. But what was she going to write?

As she lightly brushed the end of her feather pen against her lips, Xion gave a thoughtful hum. Maybe this time she'd have Ebba on the clock tower as well? Yes, that sounded like a great idea. Write what you know was such a common writing suggestion, after all, and what did Xion know better than sitting here?

. . .

The breeze coming up the clock tower lightly tousled the bangs of Ebba's short black hair as the sun set in Twilight Town. The rest of her hair was pulled into two low pigtails that also danced a little in the wind. Ebba trained her blue eyes over the view from the train station with a curious tilt of her head. She wondered how many people were out there in this world she had decided to call home. A hundred? Maybe thousands? They surely didn't have the start on life that she had, that's for sure. Ebba's early life started without free will. For the longest time, she didn't make many of the choices that she thought were her own. But not any more.

For as long as Ebba had a free will of her own, she had decided that everyone deserved a second chance. Where would she had been without the second chance she was given? Today she was going to make it her mission to give him a second chance. Who was he, you may ask? Well, Ebba wasn't sure yet. Her contact had given so little description of her target that they might as well have said she was going to fight the air. Wouldn't have been the first time.

Regardless of who her target was for this mission, she was going to find them. If at all possible she was going to talk to them too. Ebba had seen enough violence and sadness to last a lifetime- it wasn't going to happen again for as long as she could breathe. But it still led the question; where was she going to start first?

. . .

Okay, so that last sentence was more to Xion than to her personification. Where was she going to take Ebba this time? The girl lulled her head from side to side in thought. But then she had it. Xion quickly put her notebook and pen away and started to hurry off of the clock tower. Once she took a back exit out of the train station, she made an immediate right to head into the underground concourse. Xion walked around for a bit- mostly to make sure no one else was there, and to also see if this was where she wanted to take Ebba.

A grin etched itself onto Xion's face. Yes, this place would do. She could see the scene play out before her with pinpoint accuracy too.

. . .

Someone had blown Ebba's cover. Getting into the concourse had been easy- but it had been too quiet for Ebba's liking. Someone knew she was coming. That someone also sent some creature after her as well. This creature looked a lot like a dragon with mostly dark red scales. Ebba barely had time to completely note its three toed feet, poised with deadly talons, and its wings that looked tattered the closer you got to the ends.

It had taken Ebba quite a bit of effort to distance herself from this creature in this rather cramped space. She found refuge behind one of the many pillars stabilizing the concourse. The young woman steeled herself, preparing her weapon to fight back, before leaning over the side of the pillar to aim and take the shot.

. . .

Wait. Was it even possible for someone to move that way? Curious, Xion got up and walked over to the pillar she had Ebba at in her story. She pressed her back against its cool stone, sighing a little as she moved her pen in her hand so it was roughly in the same position as a gun. Xion held the pen up near her face, then turned her body to lean over the side of the pillar. Her arm was outstretched- the fuzzy end of the pen faced toward where the enemy in story would be standing. Xion pumped her arm as if she had taken a shot.

"Pow." she mumbled under her breath. Xion unceremoniously dropped her arm after this. She looked down at her pen before giving it an amused half smile. The thing was so ridiculous, Xion wondered that if it was a weapon, it's accompanying sound would have been 'chu' not 'pow.' Too bad Ebba was more of a spy in this story, not a magical girl. Xion gave herself a bemused little chuckle before pressing her back against the pillar once more to sit and write again.

. . .

Sweat was starting to beat down on Ebba's brow. This enemy was a tougher one. It couldn't be reasoned with, and it surely wasn't going to listen, so she had no choice but to take it down. When she succeeded, the wyvern gave a departing screech before bursting into nothing more than smoke. Ebba noticed that a large, glowing heart came out from the creature at about the same time- the heart hovered for a moment before floating higher up into the air. She lost track of it when it phased through the ceiling, but she knew where it was going.

Ebba dusted herself off a bit before heading out of the concourse. Her work here was done. She was no closer to finding out what her real target was, however. This was going to take some time.

. . .

Heading home sounded rather tempting now. Xion wanted to add one more scene before retiring for the day, though. Where would she do it? She wondered rather aimlessly around Twilight Town as she thought it over. Where else did she want Ebba to go? The sandlot, while wide enough in area for a good fight or two, didn't seem like the place for a secret rendezvous. Le Grand Bistrot also seemed like a good place to meet someone, but there would be too many people.

Then the idea clicked. She knew where to go now- she just hoped that it wasn't closed off for the night.

. . .

Ebba took a deep breath in as she leaned over the railings that surrounded Sunset Hill. A train horn snapped her out of her thoughts for only a moment- she waved to it as it went under the tunnel and smiled a bit to herself.

She still had yet to find her target. Every time she thought she had found him, he once more slipped through her fingers like string. He must have known her, or perhaps even following her; they were the only conclusions that made sense. She didn't have to tell her supervisor about this. They were not going to take it very well either.

But then someone said her name. Ebba turned around and was shocked to find a rather handsome man standing there. The two locked gazes, and with a horrible pit in her stomach, Ebba knew that this was her target.

. . .

For a moment, Xion frowned. A handsome guy just waiting there for Ebba? That sounded completely ridiculous, even if he was the villain. It was cliche in and of itself that he was handsome too. Xion grimaced as she scratched out the last paragraph with an extreme prejudice. There was no way on earth that she was going to let her author avatar have a secret infatuation with the villain. No way at all. She decided long ago that Ebba wasn't going to fall in love with any one ever- period.

Flexing her hand a little to ease some of her cramping muscles, Xion started over again.

. . .

She could deal with the loss- for disappointing her supervisors once more. They wouldn't like it, but one some days it just had to be done. She did fear what they would do to her once she got back though. There were rumors in their group that if someone messed up enough, they'd turn them into husks of their former selves. Ebba shuddered at the thought; she had her own free will now, and she was going to keep it, but when her target didn't show up? What else could she do? She could argue about that with her supervisors all she wanted. One of them had to listen to her. At least one.

Ebba's thoughts were broken when she heard the sound of a dog bark next to her. She turned and immediately smiled at what she saw. It was the king's yellow and black dog, Mercury. Ebba greeted the mutt with a grin before bending down to give him a good scratch behind his ears. Mercury was a good old mutt. He liked Ebba too- sometimes finding her when she had once thought herself lost.

Well, even if her mission had been a bust, at least she still had the comfort of a few good friends when she got back. Mercury would put a good woof in for her if her supervisors complained. And if that still didn't satisfy them, then the king himself would have given Ebba a pardon. He may even help her find her target next time, or put them on a special list to keep on eye on. All in all, this hadn't been a bad day. After such a long day, Ebba told Mercury that it was time to go, and so they did.

. . .

Xion held her notebook out as she reviewed her handiwork. She had a rather productive day too, come to think of it. She'd get Ienzo to copy her written words digitally so she could see how much she had written today. By the way her hand hurt, it must have been over 500. Xion once more stretched her hand and wrist muscles before getting off the bench to head on home. Maybe she'd show Roxas what she wrote- Lea and Isa too. Who else could she let read her new short story? Olette, Hayner, and Pence would have to wait until tomorrow. Maybe if she could digitize her work tonight, she could see if Kairi or Namine could get a copy? Would they even like Ebba? Xion couldn't remember if she's actually given them anything about her yet.

She may have to take a day of writing tomorrow though, or maybe just not use her writing hand at all; it really was starting to hurt now that she wasn't concentrating on writing everything. Roxas was right- once she started going, it was hard to stop. She absolutely believed the adage that the pen was mightier than the sword- writing felt more painful after finishing than taking down a Darkside. The only difference was the lack of bruises, really.

Even if Xion didn't write about Ebba tomorrow, she could still daydream about it. A writer never sleeps, after all, and Xion was just getting started.

[hockeytexts]

Somebody Else- Andre Burakovsky

“Andre look at this” You said to your boyfriend who was right next to you on the couch of his DC apartment, Andre soon turning to you to check out what you were showing him. A small uninterested laugh slipped past his lips before turning back to the tv, watching a show that he picked for the two of you to watch. 

Soon all of his attention turning to the tv and his phone, almost like he was trying to avoid you altogether as if you just weren’t there with him or if you were a stranger he just happened to be in the same room with. You sighed as you texted Taylor, maybe she had something interesting going on in her life or maybe she had plans with Tom that you could third wheel. Anything seemed like a plausible option, rather than sitting in a room that almost felt like it was suffocating you.

“I think I’m going out later” Andre mentioned to you before getting up from his space on the couch in order to go to his kitchen, probably to search for something to drink. He always seemed to pregame before going out with his friends, something you never minded but now it seemed like he always did that to avoid you completely. Inviting other people so that you couldn’t really object to what he was doing, as if you could predict the future someone had knocked on his door.

“I’ll get it” You yell to Andre who was in the kitchen, to no avail since he didn’t respond to you at all. This left you to sigh and go open up the door to be greeted by Vrana and Djoos who both gave you a smile and hug, completely unaware of the tension between you and Andre at the moment. “Hi guys” You say before letting both of them in and telling them where Andre was, Djoos soon heading to the kitchen to pregame with Andre.

“Aren’t you coming with us? Ebba is even going out tonight” Jakub asked, referring to Djoos’ girlfriend who you have grown close with this past hockey season. You soon quirk up an eyebrow at Vrana, you heard nothing of tonight much less Ebba flying into town to party. You soon just look down at your messy hair and sweatpants to signify this was a night in for you, skipping out on what seemed like another night out with everyone that you would miss. 

“No Jakub, I actually have homework, but thanks for the offer” You politely decline, knowing that if you made a big deal out of everything it would just turn into this huge thing between you and Andre. Jakub just gives you another small hug before going into the kitchen to pregame with Andre and Christian, you just sat back on the couch before getting out your laptop to do homework.

“We’re leaving now” Andre said to you before giving you a small wave and heading out the door, Christian and Jakub looking at each other before giving you a small hug and leaving with Andre. You just turn on the tv in order to put on music, hopefully aiding you in a distraction from your current predicament right now. Andre had grown cold towards you, it was absolutely sickening to you since he used to be where you felt most at home. 

It was almost like a switch and instead of lovers, you were each others worst enemies and you were tired of it completely. So instead of doing your homework, you packed a bag and left his apartment in order to go over your friends house who lived in DC. Soon texting her to tell her everything that was happening and how you were feeling, your friend replying back with the okay to come over her apartment and to stay as long as you liked.

You sighed before standing on the curb to wait for your Uber, the cold October wind proved to be unforgiving as you waited for your ride. Gripping your coat so that it would be as close to your body as possible, hoping to secure more warmth for yourself and guard yourself away from the wind.

Your Uber soon pulling up to pick you up, soon you just got in your Uber a deadly silence falling over the car when the driver saw your face. Allowing you to look out at the window to see the sights of DC, a city you always called home that was just chewed you up and spit you out. The soft sounds of the city at night comforting you until you arrived at your friends apartment, your friend who was already outside waiting for you.

“Oh gosh look at you, thank you for taking her” You friend Anna thanked the driver before ushering you out of the car and taking your bags. The both of you rushing upstairs to be greeted by the warmth of her apartment, sighing when you got in. “What happened?” Anna asks with concern in her eyes, you soon really breaking down and explaining that you and Andre basically fell out of love. 

“Andre really was the one to let me go, I just can’t believe I stayed for so long” You admit to Anna who just gives you a frown, Anna soon just sighs before popping up with a smile on her face. “We’re going out now, to the same club they’re at because you deserve to have fun too (Y/N)” Anna states before pulling you up much to your dismay. A groan escaping your lips before Anna got you up completely, soon you just gestured to your attire before Anna went to her room.

Soon getting a dress which meant you were definitely going out tonight.

“I hate everything about this place” You complain to Anna who just gives you a soft smile before joining the table some of your friends were sitting at, which was as far away from the Caps table they could find. You soon just following her to soon be met with a group of your friends and a couple of new faces added to the mix of people. You said your hellos to everyone at the table, soon joining in a conversation with your friends Matt and Bella about an event everyone at your University was going to. 

“You guys aren’t going to that right? It’s not mandatory is it?” A guy asked before scooting in next to you at the table, soon just introducing himself as Ben and handing Bella and Matt drinks. “No but I think (Y/N) is right?” Matt asked you as he took a sip of his drink, turning to give you his full attention. You just shrugged, you really didn’t feel like going anywhere since you left Andre and you needed to get all your stuff out of his apartment. 

“(Y/N) what are you doing here?” You heard your soon to be ex boyfriend ask you with curiosity and intent, meaning he really meant what are you doing here without him. You knew that he was unaware of the break up you were planning in your head, it was supposed to be dramatic with pouring rain. Instead you were now going to do it in a sweaty club with tons of people around, you hated confrontation but this had to be done.

“Come on let’s go outside” You softly command before slipping Andre’s hand in your own before leading him outside to the sidewalk away from all the drunk people. The music from the club could be heard softly through the brick walls and the wind had slowly started to pick up, an almost perfect setting for you as you stood in front of Andre. He was scanning your face, curiosity overtaking his face as you turned away in order to not look at his face since you were going to break his heart.

Something you never thought you would do but everyone had your breaking point, yours was right now standing right in front of Andre. “We need to break up, I already packed my bags and I’m staying over Anna’s until I can find a place. I don’t know when I can get the rest of my stuff but I just want to say thank you for everything, no matter how hard you broke me in the end” You explain as tears rolled down your face. Andre soon just looking at you in confusion before tears slowly start to threaten to leave his eyes too, both of you matching expressions.

Andre just looking at you without saying anything, making you feel worse since you at least thought he would fight at least a little bit instead of letting you walk away. You soon just shake your head at Andre, walking away in order to save yourself from more heartbreak. The only thing your numb body could comprehend is heartbreak and it was the worst feeling in the entire world.

“Wait!” Andre called after you before jogging up to you in order to stop you from walking away from him. “Andre I can’t do this anymore, it’s like you’re not even there anymore” You confess, all of your frustrations ready to be let out even if it was the first thing you said to him. Andre soon just rolling his eyes at you, making you more angry at him than you originally were.

“I’m sorry okay, I just I’ve been going through somethings but I truly do love you (Y/N). You have to know that I love you and I trust you more than most people on this planet, I always thought you’d be my person” Andre fought, a convincing argument except for the fact that something just clicked for you. You just stared up at him before crossing your arms in front of your chest, ready to ask another question in order to confirm your suspicions.

“Andre our love has gone cold ever since you started ignoring me like I’m not even there! Do you know what that has done to me for the past month and probably a half when everything started, you aren’t the only one in this relationship here. You aren’t the only one that matters but that’s all I’ve seen from you, selfish behavior and leaving me out of every little thing” You let out, frustration seeping through you. Trying to explain to Andre that everything was as hard as it was for him, you knew everything was equally as hard for you especially since you were constantly trying to save your relationship.

“Listen I love you and I know you haven’t been feeling the best either but please, give us another chance. I’m standing here, begging for you because I care about you so much (Y/N) and you have to at least know that” Andre begged with you making your tears flow again, you knew you had to end it. 

“Andre I’m sorry” You said before walking away but not before turning around to look at your now ex boyfriend on the sidewalk, looking him dead in the eyes. “I know about her too, I was waiting until you could say something to me to my face. It turns out I was wrong and so are you because if you loved me, you would have never cheated.” You say before walking away from him, Andre not following you this time.

You wanted him to fight and he wanted to try for you but he knew he couldn’t, not when you were right. Not when she was in the picture.

“It was always someone else, Anna I’m so dumb” You complain to your friend the next day while she was brushing her teeth and listening to what happened, shaking her head when you got to the cheating part. Anna soon finished up before going on her phone to check something, gasping before showing you her phone. 

Soon you were faced with a laughing and smiling Andre, with a girl who you knew from somewhere and it was going to drive you mad if you couldn’t figure out where she was from. “Isn’t she the girl Andre is always leaving with when he had a business emergency” Anna asked, making you gasp as you realize she was right. This was that girl, making you soon question how long this was going on behind your back and how everyone just kept this secret from you.

“Fuck this” You said before leaving Anna’s apartment and calling an Uber to go straight to Andre’s house. Even though you seemed to come to terms with everything last night, you were angry all over again after finding out who she was. How dare Andre even go after someone that close to you and right under your nose, it was a stab in the back and you didn’t appreciate it at all.

Soon you were at Andre’s apartment, luckily enough you grabbed both sets of keys before you left which meant getting into his building or apartment didn’t require his assistance. So you made your way up, fuming the whole way up and stomping out of the elevator to Andre’s door before letting yourself into his apartment.

Soon you spotted Andre in his kitchen, stopping when you both spotted each other in his apartment. Andre just staring at you as if to silently ask the question why the hell were you there, making you sigh before continuing. “I came here because I have to ask if the person really is the business emergency girl?” You asked softly, you knew it was but you had to hear it come out of Andre’s mouth. 

“Yes that’s her, I accidentally put up that video on my Instagram story and I really hoped you wouldn’t see it” Andre admitted before stepping closer to you, looking at you still. Almost like if he looked away, you’d disappear and it’d be like the dream he had last night where you just kept leaving him. “Well I saw it, I just want to know why her and was she worth it? If she was, then I’ll leave and never come back into your life ever again” You ask, hoping he’d pick you.

“Are you asking if she was worth losing the one person in my life, other than family members and everyone on the team, who I care about more than myself? No not at all. I’m sorry, everything that I’ve done to you in this past month and a half have been some of the worst things in my life. I’m sorry” Andre apologized, making you cry.

“Andre I can’t forgive you after this, you mean so much to me but after everything you’ve done. A simple apology isn’t cutting it at all, I deserve better than that.” You reply, Andre sighing before stepping towards you again. When you didn’t move, he just pulled you into his arms before resting his head on top of yours. Soon just pulling his head back in order to look at your face again, scanning it before letting you go and stepping away from you.

“I’m sorry we had to end it this way (Y/N), I’m going to hire a moving company once you find a place to live to make things easier for you. Go be happy” Andre demanded before opening up his front door for you, you just nodded your head before walking out of the door and out of Andre’s life.

[hshqgossip]

the anticipated edition of SPOTTED has finally arrived — your one and only source into the scandalous lives of the world’s elite.

SPOTTED: our brazilians staying away from each others. GRAZI and FLAVIA, did no one teach you how to settle a dispute ? it’s bad if even LACHANCE is out there trying to help you two.

SPOTTED: our INNOCENT ONE having a make over ? LAYLA has definitely captured our hearts with her new unapologetic attitude. we shall see if she, after all, captures OLIVIER’S. a love confession is a good start, no ?

SPOTTED: another rose growing thorns ! it seems that LISETTE has finally gotten tired of LEVENTE’S shit. good on her !

SPOTTED: green green green DOMINIQUE. it seems that mimi is not that eager to let VINCENT go. jealously tends to rear its ugly head around these two.

SPOTTED: REMEI and FRANCISCO sleeping together ! but alas, it’s not what you think. it’s still family friendly. FOR NOW. perhaps soon our prince mans up and spits it out.

SPOTTED: LEVENTE finally opening up ! this is the confession we’ve been waiting for, is it not ? ZHENYA tell me, darling, do you still despise him or do you have newfound sympathy for him ? he IS in love with you after all.

SPOTTED: EBBA and ROHAN exploring each other’s more rarely seen sides. say what you will, but i cannot remember seeing the princess that distraught before. our duke on the other hand seemed ALMOST... caring ? who would have guessed. 

SPOTTED: an ambulance coming to mend that huge hole that will be in JEWEL’S chest once KALLA has said what she wants to say. our german is not happy, i hope she doesn’t use her sharpest words.

SPOTTED: GIO digging himself a snake infested hole. everyone knows he’s not doing himself any favours by being reckless with our darling NATALIA. i’m sure after a few conversations, she won’t feel bad about not being his arm candy.

SPOTTED: another set of people trying to find their footing. IRENTON, what’s good ? it’s not that easy to ignore six-month radio silence, now is it ?

SPOTTED: another blondie and another dark-haired beauty: BARBIE and ANDRÉS are busy playing house. i wonder if this close proximity has brought up some old old old feelings ?

SPOTTED: a surprisingly fair guy and a surprisingly reasonable gal. OLIVIER and OLIMPIA, or as i like to call them: O2 finally see eye to eye on something. but i fear neither olimpia nor biel get their dream wedding.

SPOTTED: our newest bad boy, AARNE, doing something he said he wouldn’t: he’s speaking to ZHENYA. her love life is a fiasco, is it not ? i’m thrilled to know just how deep their wounds are.

SPOTTED: the most pathetic SAMUEL you’ve seen so far. he looks just outright miserable. let’s hope FEMKE knows how to make him happy again.

SPOTTED: another sad sight. REBEKA, you hopeless woman ! ladies-in-waiting DO NOT fall for lisette. you can always ask GAIA how that story ends. though, the princess might not be able to disappear on you the same way she did on the italian.

SPOTTED: our new arrivals: CELESTE, MOIRA & SALOME ! girls, don’t let us down.

Until next time, xoxo Gossip Girl

[miissbiianca]

Miss Bianca Loses Her Mind (Or so it seems) || BDRPTask

NPC PERSPECTIVE REWRITE CHALLENGE: Pick an old para you wrote and this time, write about the event from an outside perspective.  ∟ based on this thread

"Vad fan," Oscar muttered, expecting no kind of response from Agent Larsson beside him. What the fuck, indeed. Miss Bianca had gone and lost her bloody mind.

Larsson paid him absolutely no mind, because as soon as Agent 81 had addressed the janitor, of all people, she had sat up so high in her chair she threatened to be standing up. Oscar couldn't blame her; up until thirty seconds ago, he had been slumped down in his seat, hoping to god that she wouldn't pick him to go on this mission. Don't get him wrong - Oscar really liked Miss Bianca. They had been in Stockholm together not so long ago, and they'd had a bloody good time (whilst also managing to take down the head of an international trading company that just-so-happened to be trading in the lives of Magicks, but y'know), but he couldn't think of anything worse than being stuck in rainy England for god knows how long.

But then Agent Gabor had picked on that janitor, the guy who was changing a fucking lightbulb or something (Oscar hadn't even noticed - that was maybe a bad thing, giving that he was a spy, but the janitor was just so... unassuming. And this was RAS HQ. If there was anywhere you could let your guard down, odds were it was there), and he had sat up in his seat, head whipping towards the man so fast he was worried he'd given himself whiplash.

In front of him, the delegate from Portugal, Agent Almeda, shook her head. "She's lost her mind."

Too damn right she had.

Maybe this was a dream - that would make more sense, and honestly, Oscar always felt like he was going to nod off in these meetings. They were a chore, for the most part, but he did enjoy listen to the missions that were on offer, like watching the trailers before the movie. Except that there was no movie, just updates on other missions, and those were what always threatened to send him snoring under his desk.

No, it had to be a dream; Miss Bianca was smiling at that man like they were old pals, the best of friends. Oscar knew Miss Bianca. She was an aristocrat - she was like, Hungarian royalty or something. Alright, perhaps not royalty, but she was certainly up there, in that kind of social stratosphere. Oscar hadn't known that she knew what a janitor was - perhaps she didn't, and that's why she had turned to him for help.

Oh, but that wasn't fair. If Larsson had said that Oscar would have told her off; Miss Bianca was wonderful and they both knew it. Most of them knew it, especially those who had worked with her.

Speaking of - Oscar glanced around the room, his eyes landing on Petrescu, who was watching the whole thing with a frown, leaning forward in his seat. He seemed to have the same itch that Oscar did - that he should step in. Save Bianca the trouble of having to work with someone unqualified, someone... well, someone who didn't look like much. Anspråkslös - unassuming, that was the word. She shouldn't have to work with him.

Oscar really, really didn't want that mission, though. He glanced at Felix again and found the other agent looking at him too. They didn't exactly know each other, had never worked together before, but apparently they knew each other enough for Petrescu to raise on eyebrow at him quizzically. Oscar shrugged. He had no idea what was going on either.

"Miss Bianca, this is quite... unconventional." The Director said. Ah, at least - the voice of reason! The Director would put a stop to it, couldn't have rogue janitors running around pretending to be agents. The Society had been going for centuries now, it would have fallen to ruin if they'd just let any old bugger in. The Director knew that. He had to.

“You asked me to choose a co-agent, Director. I’ve chosen. Shall Mr. Bernard and I head to the briefing room?”

Oh, no.

Oscar knew that tone of voice; that tone of voice usually preceded Miss Bianca getting her own way. But no, surely not; The Director should be able to withstand that, despite how blood charming she could be--

“Yes, I - I suppose you should.”

"No way," Ebba murmured beside him, the two of them (and the entire room, actually) watching as Bianca retrieved her handbag, and led the way out of the room, the janitor following along behind her.

"Somebody check outside," Agent Neeser said, sitting beside Oscar at the Swiss desk. "I think we might see a few pigs fly past."

"I think Gabor's psych eval might be overdue." Ebba muttered, sitting back down in her seat.

"Settle down, now, settle," The Director ordered. "This meeting isn't is adjourned, so settle."

The muttering continued for a few minutes longer, and even once it had died down Oscar was sure he wasn't the only one in the room not paying attention - even the Director seemed unsure of himself. When things finished up for the morning, Oscar snatched his bag and slipped away before the crowds could get him. If he just so happened to walk past the briefing room, trying to catch a glimpse at whatever the hell was going on inside, well - that was his business.

[shemakesmusic-uk]

Mary Anne's Polar Rig release second single 'Crash' from upcoming album

Mary Anne’s Polar Rig is a 4-piece fuzz pop band led by front woman Malin Hofvander. Since their inception in 2016 they have established themselves as the overall-wearing punks that balance 90’s in-your-face rock with pleasant pop-esque songwriting. In 2018 the quartet debuted with their first 7” ‘Surfaced’ via Malmö-driven Kollektivet Records.

In early 2019 they recorded their full length debut Makes You Happy. It’s a collection of songs written between 2016 and 2019, some of them being the first the band ever wrote; “Some of them I wrote when we started the band nearly 5 years ago. I was only 16, living at home with my parents, going to high school, discovering Malmö for real, constantly meeting new people, falling in and out of love. That's what I did at the time and it was also what I mostly wrote about.” Hofvander explains.

‘Crash’ is the second single from the upcoming album and digs deeper into the energetic and raw sound that you can expect from the band. "In short 'Crash' is a song about the psycho-feelings you get when you first start seeing someone and all the hopes you build up in your head just to... BAM! have it all torn down again.” Hofvander explains about the track.

Feverish ~ · Mary Anne's Polar Rig - Crash

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fmk: ebba, iris, barbie?

“This is something I remember from my childhood. Fuck, Marry, Kill… or is it Kiss? Let’s go with a kiss, because I don’t wanna kill anybody. 

Fuck: This is so awkward… Barbie. She’s nice looking woman. 

Marry: Well… I have always quite fancied our Swedish royal princess Ebba. So let’s go with her. I think we would get each others values, because we’re both from Scandinavia.

Kiss/ll: Um.. I don’t know Iris that well. So I guess.. she goes here? 

I will never do this again. This is terrible. I hope I don’t see them after this.”

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

Return to Me - Chapter Sixteen (Original)

Chapter Sixteen - Epilogue

A/N: Thank you all so much for your support. When I first posted this story, it was nearly a month after the Force Awakens came out, and it had hundreds of likes. It has gone down substantially but I thank all of you who stuck with this story! Although this is technically the end, I will still write Poe fics, and can definitely see myself adding on to this story. This chapter is for everyone who stayed along the way! Thank you all. Love you. Word Count: 2,309 Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Synopsis: Epilogue. Tags: @cinema212, @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13, @davidbowiesfacepaint

Previous Chapter

Ironically, flying was one of the scariest things for you to face with your daughter. Carrie wouldn’t let go of your hand, and would oftentimes cry during flights. Her father could barely stand it. Poe would joke that she wasn’t his daughter, even though he knew she was.

She had the same dark, curly hair, and smile. Honestly, Carrie looked more like her father than she did you. She did have your eyes, though. Poe would always go on and on about her eyes. (You were pretty sure he did it because that was the only part that looked like you and he felt bad.)

On this trip in particular, Carrie was even more scared. The four year old have moved to sit in your lap, and you had a perfect few of her dark, thick, curly hair. She had fallen asleep, thankfully, so you could get some rest, too. Carrie had just turned four, meaning that it was almost exactly four years after you had left Naboo. 

Nové was about to descend from the throne, and pass it along to the next young monarch. She and Lin Ral had invited you and your family to the celebration. Poe was away on a mission, but promised that he would do his best to make it. You were traveling to Naboo earlier to say hello to your friends and show Carrie your home. 

The ship landed and Carrie still did not awake. She was sound asleep against your chest, and you had to move carefully not to wake her up. It was still early in the morning, and she was used to staying in her comfy bed at this hour. You fixed her headband and stood up with her. One of Carrie’s favorite things to do was dress up, exactly like her mother. It was hard to find someone to make the exact same dresses, only in different sizes, but you had a special tailor. This woman, Ebba was her name, managed to make similar, almost identical dresses for you and Carrie each. She had truly outdone herself for these dresses made of soft silk.

The sun was warm and welcoming as you left the ship. You felt the breeze from the lake and smiled to yourself. You were so excited to get to watch your daughter learn to love the planet you loved. Walking up the stone steps, you moved carefully towards the throne room, as to not wake up Carrie. You were welcomed by the guards with ease. You walked on the smooth stone surface until you reached the room where Nové was sitting on the highest and biggest chair. 

Nové smiled at you, and you could still see through all of her makeup that she was beautiful. She looked like she wanted to come hug you, but you put up a hand. Carrie could be a bit fussy, and you didn’t want her to make a scene in the throne room. 

“My lady,” you said, bowing as slightly as you could. You smile through it and Nové giggled.

“We are truly blessed to have your presence among us today,” she said. 

“Thank you. It’s wonderful to be home.” The doors opened across the room and you turned to see Lin Ral walk through the room. He was still as handsome as ever, and smiled at you widely. He looked much happier than you had ever seen him. He walked towards you and kissed your cheek.

“Welcome home, Y/N.”

“Thank you. Like I was telling your gorgeous bride, it’s good to be home.” He nodded and looked up at Nové. They made eye contact and you laughed. They were truly in love. Nové descended from the throne and walked towards you both. 

“Walk with me?” she asked. You nodded and situated Carrie in your arms. “Will Poe be joining us?”

“I hope so. I talked to him two days ago. He is going to try and make it.”

“Good. It’s always good to have the greatest pilot in the Resistance with us.” You laughed and nodded. “I’m glad you brought your little girl,” she said, glancing back to make sure that Lin Ral was out of earshot. He had stopped to discuss something with the head of the guard. “He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m with child.”

“Really? That’s wonderful. Congratulations,” you said, beaming.

“Thank you. I plan to tell him after tonight.”

“He’ll be thrilled.”

“I hope so. I would love to catch up with you, but I think you might have other things to attend to,” she said, nodding at Carrie. The young girl was beginning to stir. 

“Right. I’ll see you after the ceremony, tonight?” you asked. She nodded.

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you then,” you said, walking into the adjoining hallway. Carrie was awake now, and was looking around in confusion. The stone staircases were different from the dark, bright, sometimes techno colors of Coruscant. 

“Good morning, princess,” you said.

“Where are we?”

“Naboo.”

“Your home.” You nodded and pushed open the door. The hall that had your room was bright, with many open windows pushing the curtains to sway all through the room. Carrie fought to get down, and when you let her go, she raced through the soft fabrics. You laughed and continued to walk towards the room that used to be yours. 

“Come on,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of the door. She giggled and ran towards you. She pushed open the door and went inside before you.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed. Confused, and a little bit worried, you raced in after her. Poe was hugging his daughter tightly, smiling as large as he ever did. He looked up at you and winked as he picked her up. He looked tired, like he always did when he returned from a mission. There was a scar across his cheek, but those weren’t new either. 

“I didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” you said, walking closer. He smiled and shifted Carrie in his arms so she was resting in his right while he hugged you with his left. You kissed him and when you pulled away, you kissed him again. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you both,” he said, rubbing your back a little. “I love your dresses,” he said, mostly to Carrie. She giggled as he set her down. She did a little twirl and you both clapped. “My gorgeous girls,” he said, looking up at you as he bent down to Carrie’s level.

Carrie only cared about talking to her father, so you didn’t bother giving them the tour. For someone who was so scared of flying, she loved listening to her father’s story about it. You relaxed on one of the lounge chairs on the terrace as you listened to Poe describe his latest trip to Tatooine to Carrie. She exclaimed every time he detailed a difficult turn, and cheered when he told her of the ships he destroyed. As he was about to tell her the whole story again, per her request, you stood up.

“Alright, I think that’s enough.”

“Please, mommy,” she begged as you picked her up.

“I’m sorry, but you want to go to the party tonight, don’t you?” you asked. “Then you’ll need to rest.” She sighed but stopped fighting. You winked at Poe as you walked through the walkway.

“Goodnight,” he called. You walked to one of the rooms that Nové’s handmaidens had turned into a room fit for Carrie, and laid her down in her bed.

“Take a good, long nap, sweetheart,” you said. She smiled up at you and you kissed her forehead. Poe was still lying out on the lounge chairs on the terrace when you came back. He smiled back at you lazily and you took his hand in yours. He scooted over just enough so that you could both sit together. His arms were around your shoulders and he sighed.

“I really, really missed you,” you said. He kissed your hand.

“I’ve missed you, too. Carrie has grown so much since I’ve been gone.”

“It’s only been a couple of months.”

“I know and she’s changed.”

“Baby, she’s four, she changes every day.” He laughed.

“I know. But I’m tired of missing it. I’m thinking about taking some time off.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm,” he said, snuggling up against you. You could hear how tired he was in his voice.

“Well, if you want to, you should. I want to be able to show Carrie Naboo, too.” He hummed his agreement, and you could feel him falling asleep against you. “I want her to feel the breeze after it’s shifted through the palms, I want her to learn to swim in the warm waters, I want her to see the colors of the flowers change every season.” You listed off a few more things, but Poe wasn’t awake for much longer. He knew what you were saying. 

You hadn’t even realized that you had fallen asleep until Carrie pulled on the hem of your dress. You stood up and wiped the sleep from your eyes. Poe was stirring slightly behind you, but at a much slower pace.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I fell asleep.”

“Oh, it’s okay, mommy,” she said, smiling. You grinned back at her and held out your hand. She took her tiny hand in yours and you led her from the balcony. Leading her towards the kitchen, you set her up on the stool. 

“Want a snack?” She nodded, so you walked over to get her something from the cupboard. Poe shuffled into the kitchen, looking a little less sleepy. He kissed Carrie’s forehead and sat down next to her. You passed her the tray of food and looked up at the clock.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing, I should probably get ready.”

“Me too!” Carrie exclaimed, spilling some of her food. Poe laughed and stopped her from jumping down.

“No you don’t. I think you look just pretty like that. Why don’t you stay here and tell me everything I’ve missed while mommy gets ready?” She giggled and nodded her head. You mouthed a thank you to Poe and walked towards your room. 

It took you substantially less time to get ready now than it did when you were queen. You secured your hair in a messy bun before changing into your dress for the ceremony. The one you had chosen had been the one that reminded you the most of Naboo. It was also made by a Naboo designer that made most of your dresses during your reign. 

Spinning to get a better look at yourself in the mirror, you turned to see Poe standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, smiling at you. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said, shrugging. He walked into the room, and put his hands on your waist. You touched his broad shoulders and looked at him. He pulled you in for a kiss and you smiled into it. “I just love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said. “Is everything alright? You’ve been acting strange since you got back.” He shrugged again and you sighed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to look at him closely.

“I just need a break. Being back makes me realize how much I’ve missed.”

“Don’t think that we don’t appreciate everything that you do, Poe. Carrie realizes how brave her father is.” He sighed again and you kissed him. “Come on. Let’s just try to enjoy the party.”

“I don’t want to go to any stupid parties,” he said, pulling away. He fell down on the bed and you laughed. 

“Fine. We don’t have to go.” You sat down on the edge of  the bed. “I talked to Leia earlier today. After we talked.”

“You did?” he asked, sitting up.

“Yes. I was hoping to tell you this afterwards, but I think you’ll do good to hear it now.”

“What?”

“I asked her to arrange some time off for you. She didn’t seem to have any trouble with it.” He sat up fully and took your hand. 

“Really?”

“Mhmm.” He pulled you by your hand and brought you in for a passionate kiss. You giggled and let him wrap his hands in your hair as yours went over his muscular frame. “Wait,” you said, pulling away.

“What?”

“There is just one more thing I want to tell you.”

“Yeah?” he asked breathlessly, wiping his mouth a little.

“I’m pregnant.” His eyes widened and he shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

“Really?” You nodded and he laughed merrily. He pulled you in and hugged you tightly, before pulling away a little. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You kissed him again, tasting a few happy tears trailing down his face. The door swung open a moment later and Carrie walked in. She jumped on the bed and you and Poe both exchanged a look. 

“Hi, princess,” you said, running your hand through her hair. “There’s something we want to tell you.” She nodded, not looking up as she fiddled with the pattern on her dress.

“You’re going to have a little brother or sister.” Her eyes lit up at that and she looked up happily at you two. 

“Yay!” she exclaimed, jumping into both of your arms. The three of you sat there together, holding onto each other tightly in a happy embrace.

“I love you both,” Poe said happily.

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12/8 - 2019 Wtf

Thursday 8/8

This day was my free day and I decided to go shopping since all my friends would be working anyway. When planning my trip I saw my chance to meet Hannes again maybe we could go swimming or something. So when I needed to chnage buses at sportshopen I went inside and pretended to look for my asthma medecine. I didn't see Hannes until I was about to leave. I explained why I were there and then told him I had to run to the bus now. But I missed it. Now I really had the chance to meet up with Hannes and he saw me standing alone and asked if I missed the bus. He offered to drive me home. To make our moment last longera I asked if he wanted to buy some ice cream so I payed for both of them. We then just walked around Hamburgsund talking and decided that we would go swimming I just needed to get my towel. We swimmed for a while and when it got cold we hugged in the water. We then went up and dryed in the sun on the tree deck. We ended up in a chair, that was not meant for two people, making out. We moved to a bed still making out. My shorts went off and soon my panties were the only thing I was wearing. His fingers were cold underneath them. He asked me staright out "Do you want to have sex" and then we did it. He asked me if I was sure a couple times first. When we were done the condom had slipped off and he kept saying how sorry he was. I was feeling a little sick so I just layed down on the floor while we Made up a plan on how to prevent me from getting pregnant. We had some pizza that was supposed to be my din er and lunch but we ate it all up then went to my bed to sleep. I am not used to sleep next to people and in Lysekil it was different because the bed was bigger. This time I think I woke up in the middle of the night and we talked for a short while then went back to sleep.

Friday 9/8

We had an alarm on at 6.30 which was really really early for me. He drove me to Tanum so I could visit UMO but it was close. Instead I ahd to go to the pharmacy and buy the pill which was kind of expensive. I got back to Grebbestad at maybe 9.30 and walked over to sportshopen. It was really hot and when I arrived I was feeling hungry and dizzy. I went to the lunch room and ate something small when UMO called. I talked to them for a while and felt a bit relieved because I probably won't be pregnant. I went down to the store to find Hannes and tell him that everything probably will be fine. This Friday had perfect weather so the customers for today was few. I worked with Frans and somehow I said something maybe about Hannes sleeping over and Frans figured out we had had sex. He had a million questions that I felt very uncomfortable answering. In The middle of this I had to say goodbye to Paulina since this was the last day we would be working together and her shift ended at 12.

Lunch came and my first half of lunch break was with Eric and Ebba who both had their last day. Then Hannes came and sat with me when they went inside to escape the heat. Hannes had hickeys on his neck which was not my intention so I apologized and we laughed about it. Back at work me and Frans started talking real which was good, I had planned on doing that for the whole week. I told him how bad I ahd been feeling and I broke down in the middle of everything crying a lot while my coworkers, minus Frans, was standing a bit away worried or confused. I then went to our back room (ish) and Ebba asked if I wanted dextrosol or water or if I was feeling like I would faint. But all I wanted was to cry more but not with her there. When I had calmed down a bit me and Frans went for a break. When going back at 17 I hoped we would not meet Hannes because that would be awkward. We stayed and talked to Lukas and some girl that I never talked to and I said goodbye to Lukas when Hannes came walking. Oh no was my first thought. Then the girl noticed the hickeys. They started laughing and joking around about it talking about how he must use protection because the girl did not wanna become godmother yet. I met with Hannes eyes then looked away trying Hard not to blush or reveal myself. Walking away from there was also embarrassing with Frans coming after me laughing. Then it was time saying goodbye to Eric and Ebba who had their last day. Saying goodbye to Ossian and Måns which I would not work with during the weekend. After my shift enden I went to wait for the bus when Frans and Henrik came walking over so I asked if Henrik could drive me to Tanum station for my train to grandma. We still had time so we went to Coop I told him about Hannes sleeping över and we talked for while adn it felt so good to have someone to talk to. I told him how good it felt to talk to Frans about me feeling shit and he said

"Yeah you have really been down. Some days it was so obvious I could see it in your face. And you and Frans also became more shy towards eachother"

I wish I had spent more time with Frans but maybe that would have been worse now that it is over. Anyways me and Henrik went back to sportshopen for ice cream with two other girls and then he drove me to the train. He then wrote to me on messenger and told me to take the right train. I did and then wrote a small text about how nice human he is and that I would miss him a lot. Then I cried the whole time on the train.

Sunday 11/8

My last day at sportshopen. I was feeling a little regret over not partying the day before since most of the sportshopen people was there including Henrik, Frans, Edvard and apparently Hannes. But at least I was not feeling so tired. I came in early and tried on shoes and saved them in the shoeroom for myself. I worked with Henrik for an hour before his shift ended and he went home. It was a fast goodbye but a good one nevertheless. The day went on, me and Frans had more of the heart to heart conversation getting to know eachother more, on the last day. When the day was over my mum came and scared me and then I said goodbye to Frans at the backroom telling him I would miss him so much I don't even know if he answered me but he looked up to the ceiling which is what I do when I dont wan't to cry so maybe he was feeling something there. I don't know. But now it is all over. Hopefully next summer at sportshopen will be great, even better I will be 18 and can get in on Terassen and maybe I will have my drivers license.

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The Daily Tulip

The Daily Tulip – International News From Around The World

Tuesday 4th April 2017

Good Morning Gentle Reader….  Another fantastic morning greats Bella and I ..we are in a period of weather that radio weathermen and those that tell you about the weather on the radio cringe as according to Giles Brown the same weather conditions prevail from Cadiz in the west to Alicante in the east… perfect! The same could be said for the heavens so many stars to see if I started to tell you at 4:00 am I’d still be pointing them out at 12:00 noon… I notice the windows on the houses which are normally shuttered are wide open today letting in the sea breezes and the wonderful mélange of different flower scents.. Ah! The joys and wonderment of living on the coast of the Mediterranean….

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT…CHINA HAS MORE THAN 54,000 PEOPLE 'AGED OVER 100'…. And four-fifths of them are women, according to Gerontological Society of China figures quoted by Xinhua news agency. It identifies 127-year-old Alimihan Seyiti, an Uygur born on 25 June 1886 from the country's northwest as the oldest of them all. The society gave her a trophy to mark her longevity in August. If verified, her age would make her the oldest person in the world, although - as News from Elsewhere reported last month - reports in Ethiopia claimed that retired farmer Dhaqabo Ebba was 160. According to Xinhua, nearly three-quarters of China's 54,166 centenarians live in the countryside. However, the figures vary wildly from those in a UN report last year, which identified 14,300 centenarians in China. At the time, the Times of India reported that India already had more than 10,000 people aged 100 and was set to "pip" China in terms of the number of people reaching the century.

FINE DINING WITH THE DEAD IN ITALY’S UNDERWORLD….  Daylight is overrated. In Italy, eating in subterranean catacombs surrounded by the bones of the long since deceased is the latest luxury dining experience. The Mediterranean country brings in $74 billion annually from its historic sites, and now 2 million people a year are flocking to enjoy underground hospitality. There are about 200 such subterranean venues in Italy, including bed and breakfasts, spa-equipped resorts and wine cellars — all steeped in rich, unusual and often bloody history, where tourists can get their Freudian kicks in a hidden world of darkness.

SCIENTISTS ARE LISTENING TO THE HARD OF HEARING….  They’re bringing the noise. Hearing loss is one of the world’s most common disabilities, affecting 37 million Americans. Unlike other parts of the body, the inner ear’s components don’t regenerate, so any serious damage is often permanent. However, biotech companies and scientists are now looking to change that. Some are simply increasing the quality and mitigating the stigma of hearing aids, while others have gained ground by inducing regrowth of the microscopic hairs called stereocilia that convert sound to electrical signals processed by the brain — both music to impaired ears.

UBER FOR PRIVATE JETS’ FUTURE IS UP IN THE AIR….  Can they stay aloft? JetSmarter, a 4-year-old sharing service allowing its wealthy members to book private jet shuttle flights from an app, has had a turbulent time of late. Insiders are divided on whether that’s because the clients are demanding and boorish, the company’s unable to face up to its problems, or logistically it’s just too difficult to offer cut-rate luxury flights. As with many startups, JetSmarter’s struggling to make a profit, while balancing Learjet luxury with the expectations of a haughty — but penny-pinching — clientele.

LIFE IMITATES ART FOR ‘GROUNDHOG DAY’ CREATOR…. Campers, it’s cold out there. Danny Rubin created Groundhog Day, the classic film about reliving a single experience until something snaps. He can relate. Since writing the movie nearly 25 years ago, he’s repeatedly bashed his head against Hollywood’s expectations of repeating his success in carbon-copy fashion. But as his cinematic hopes dimmed, Groundhog Day became a cultural phenomenon, its existential significance analyzed by monks, economists and substance abusers alike. And it’s happening again: A musical adaptation of the movie has landed on Broadway — where it’s playing day after day after day.

Well Gentle Reader I hope you enjoyed our look at the news from around the world this, Tuesday morning…

Our Tulips today are "Spring" tulips growing this moment in Holland.....

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Tuesday 4th April 2017 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in ….. Be safe out there… Robert McAngus

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Day 2: Boring Day

Hi there, reader!

Today was, thankfully, quite ordinary. I didn’t do much at all, to be honest with you. It started out like most other days.

Aka, I was 20 minutes late to school.

It’s not like it’s my intention to be late, quite the opposite! I always try to be like 10 minutes early but the gods are working against me. Every single day I either sleep through my alarm, forget the time in the shower or miss my buss. It’s really bugging me (and everyone around me. Especially my English teacher, I’m pretty sure she’s a millimeter away from strangling me to death) but no matter what I do I just can’t change. If I go to bed earlier I’ll wake up at 4am, scroll through Instagram for an hour and then fall asleep again. If I take shorter showers I’ll forget to rinse the shampoo out (True story. It was traumatising) and if I leave early for the bus I’ll slip, break my damn neck and miss it. Kill me.  

Moving on. I was 20 minutes late and my art teacher was kinda disappointed. Which SUCKS! He’s by far my favourite teacher because he’s super shady, but like in a really subtle way. He’ll say something like “Oh, you did something different with your hair today!” or “What’s that? Maybe you should do x so it’s more obvious”. I love him, honestly. Plus he watches Sherlock soooooooooo.

So in art class I’m doing this sculpture of Jennifer Wilson (the lady in pink from “A Study in Pink”) and hooo my god, it’s so damn hard. I have to paint a piece of cardboard to make it look like the wooden floor with the RACHE on it, and trying to paint wood is impossible. I had to ask John (my art teacher) to help me out at least 15 damn times. It turned out looking kinda good though, not gonna lie. I kinda like it.

The rest of my school day was just completely ordinary. Seriously, nothing interesting happened AT ALL! Ugh. Though it was quite relaxing to have a normal day for once. My life has been really crazy lately (won’t go more into that now, because there has been so much going on that this’ll end up being 50 pages long) and I’ve been feeling really tired. Anyway! Let’s talk about the few fun things happened today!

As I stated yesterday I really like theatre. I think it’s super fun to become and play another person with a completely different personality and just see the world through their eyes for a moment. To just forget myself for awhile and get lost in their thoughts, ideas, and troubles. Does that sound super emo? It probably does. Anyhoo, I have theatre every Friday. My group usually write our own plays. This semester were doing one we’ve chosen to call “It was better before”. Yeah, it’s a work in progress. I play a minor character (thank God!) called Ebba. I’m the girlfriend of the daughter of the main character. Does that make any sense? I hope it does. I’ll talk more about the play another day, I’m too tired atm.

One thing that’s really annoying is that everyone else has written lines and pretty clear character traits that we all agreed on, EXCEPT MY CHARACTER! I have to improvise everything every time we practice and I have no clue who Ebba is. Whenever I play a character I like to boil them down to 3 basic traits and then work them out from there. For example, I would be loud, argumentative, and energetic. The problem is that I can’t do that with Ebba because I know NOTHING about her! The only thing we’ve decided about her is that she’s the girlfriend of the daughter. Like… what. Okay. That makes sense. That’s enough to go on.

?????????????

That was pretty much everything that happened today. Hung out with a friend afterwards, but nothing special happened there either.

I know. I’m boring.

OH WAIT! I WAS FEELING PRETTY CUTE TODAY! THAT’S SOMETHING! YAY!

With love, Klarissa ❤︎

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our monthly edition of spotted has finally arrived! your one and only source into the scandalous lives of shanghai’s elite

SPOTTED: russian roulette with a bit different kind of rules. a misplaced word and you might want to say your prayers. it seemed like tensions were running high on the balcony during the gala. JAYD, TARO, KIKUHITO and YOHAN have some complicated issues to deal with. if you keep waving your guns and twirling your knives, someone ought to get hurt.

SPOTTED: yet another glücksburg, LYKKE, causing unnecessary drama with silly decisions. it seems that OLIVIER’s charm can melt just about anyone --- a quick make out session after the party might not be the coolest move but it did remind us again why the danes aren’t the trustworthiest royals around the plaza.

SPOTTED: icy atmosphere! you’d think FEMKE would be happy to see her beloved husband, SAMUEL, after spending so much time apart. it did not seem so and somehow the two ended up discussing the oddest subject: KRISTOFFER. i hope he burns that cute t. we don’t want to see any tears. two words: move on.

SPOTTED: equally cold KALLA. it seems that SAMUEL is not the best-liked family member. 

SPOTTED: more exes and, well, something completely different. it seems that the russian czar, EVGENI, is quite the ladies’ man. don’t make the mistake of asking for romantic advice, no, he just knows how to have fun. first BARBIE and now EBBA... does he have a thing for blondes or crown princesses?

SPOTTED: fire. it seems that LUCREZIA and BARBIE managed to piss off half of the plaza and make the other half question their intelligence. it’s a hard fire to put out. but they are trying, aren’t they? i think they have set their eyes on FLAVIA and EBBA --- to name a few. they need all the allies they can get. it’s a good thing that their family is so extensive, otherwise it might be difficult to keep any friends.

SPOTTED: our latest spanish addition: FELIPE entering the plaza. boy, does he have some history! where should we begin? he now has a new ex-bff, LUCREZIA, and it seems like there’s nothing but bad blood between them. freshly spilled. then there’s our vixen JULIET who he tangled with --- i don’t think it ended well. but our hearts break for YEONGMI and the prince. what’s the whole story here? it does seem like a messy one and we do wonder if it is even finished yet?

SPOTTED: everyone’s favourite couple. ENDING IT. it seems that INARI got her way and VILJO and BARBIE finally called it quits. what is one to do when mutual respect seems like a hard thing to come by?

SPOTTED: our expecting parents! who still aren’t together? GAIA manages to turn people down with a well-meaning smile on her face. poor PEDRO, it seems like an idyllic family is not an option. let’s hope, the soon-to-be-born baby girl is enough to keep them on good terms.

SPOTTED: the south korean princess showing her steely side. HAEKYUNG is not someone you should trust to have your back. right, KIKUHITO?

SPOTTED: a humble VIGGO. what a sight. it seems that his new mission is to set everything straight. it’s certainly a good thing since it seemed like ANTON and LYKKE were the only people who had his back.

SPOTTED: in amidst all this darkness, a spec of light. ANTON and IRENA seem to be hitting it off. sitting in a tree. s-i-t-t-i-n-g. literally. i do hope we get to see something more scandalous. he needs to get his mind off one certain german princess, otherwise this thing will fall apart --- and fast.

SPOTTED: speaking of falling apart. LYKKE and VIVEKA are yet again on a brink of a fight. but it is the aftermath we’re more interested in. to stay together or not to stay? if it’s the latter, how will they work around the lovely engagement? VIGGO and ARMANI seem to be in the need for tips too.