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liw-the-melancholic-apple · 4 years ago

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The First One - Bonus scenes in traditional written word

This is a smau and a zukoXreader, although i haven't decided how this ends yet.

Y/n has recently transferred to Ba Sing Se from Omashu university and meets the gaang through a schoolproject they do with sokka and suki.

Bonus 2: Nerves

Ooooookay. It wasn't all this exciting. You'd been to parties before. You'd met new people before. Why did choosing a pair of jeans feel like you were deciding your fate? You usually only noticed people's jeans when they didn't fit, were neon colours or torn to shreds.

Your jeans all fit you, they were all in the neutral colour scheme and those that were distressed were still more fabric than hole.

So, by your own logic you could choose any pair and be fine. Yet still five pairs were laying on your bed. 2 grey, 2 black, one midnight blue. You didn't seem to be able to pick one.

The pile of t-shirts and jumpers on the ground hadn't gotten any of your attention but promised to be a similar drama...

You sighed in annoyance and texted both, Jin and Fai. The latter had a lot of encouragement and suggestions while the former mostly mocked you. He did however offer some really good advise: treat it like a gig with the band. In a pub. Wear those clothes.

"And stop being such a nervous wreck! It doesn't suit you. You're great. You're fun. They'll like you."

He didn't let you thank him, though. "Next time you're here, you're buying at least two rounds. I'm not your fucking therapist."

Classic Jin. But his idea worked. To a gig you'd wear the ripped black jeans, white t-shirt and the vintage leather jacket.

Those where the clothes you wore when you left your appartment. Those were the clothes you wore when Suki texted that she was held up at Aang's place. She would be late. Sokka was gonna join later anyways. Ty Lee wasn't coming at all.

Yeah, meeting new people who were presumably forced to be nice to you!! On your own. Without the safety blanket that were Suki and Sokka. Great...

You stood in front of the Jasmin Dragon, studying the green and gold of the big logo on the window and the small one on the door.

You could just wait here for Suki. No, you weren't a child and Suki wasn't your mum. Besides, she would show up with Aang -why did that name seem so familiar? - and you already told her that you would be about 15 minutes earlier than her. Waiting was no option.

You shifted your weight from your left leg to the right and texted the group chat:" So, I'm here."

Katara answered, telling you to come inside to the counter. The scent of oriental spices and caramel syrup filled the air in the shop. The perfect mix of old-timey, traditional tea house and modern way too sweet coffeshop combined into one smell. The essence of the Jasmin Dragon.

You had discovered it during your first week in Ba Sing Se and instantly fell in love with it. Was it that smell? Maybe. Was it the excellent sencha-ginger-tea? Partially. Was it the supercharging, black as your soul giant mugs of coffee? Partially. Was it the delicious muffins in every flavour imagineable? Yes. Was it the breakfast items that all looked mouthwatering? Absolutely.

But mainly it was the general atmosphere here. The furniture was a collection of armchairs, benches, sofas and tables that all looked like they came from a 50's or 60's living room. All colours of the Rainbow, nothing actually fit together. It was so cosy and inviting.

And then there was the old man who usually was behind the black marble counter. You'd found that he would start around 11 am, as he was never there when you got your coffee before early lectures and classes. But he would take orders, prepare drinks, clean tables and give his thoughts on students' problems when you popped in for a midmorning pick-me-up.

And also now, close to closing time, the rotonde older man with the long grey hair stood behind the counter checking on a couple of teapots that gently bubbled behind him. While doing so, he talked to a short black-haired girl that giggled a lot. She held on to an annoyed looking tall guy, that you thought might work here, and stood next to a girl that warmly smiled at you and waved you over.

"Y/n?"

"Yes, that would be me. You're Katara?" She nodded.

"And that's Toph and Zuko", she answered while indicating the girl and the guy. Suki had warned you about both of them. Toph was blind and often subjected to people wanting to help her, which she hated. "Don't offer her help. She'll let you know when she needs you", Suki had said.

The girl extended a hand into your general direction. "Pleasure meeting you."

"All mine", you answered taking her hand. Zuko also shook your hand, mumbleing "Hi."

He had a rather large scar on the left side of his face. His hair covered it some. According to Suki you shouldn't stare and shouldn't mention it. She had known Zuko for years and still didn't know how he got it. You quickly averted your eyes.

"Okay, so I'm sure Suki already told you but she only just left Aang's. His roommate is a bit mad because he can't go to the party and delayed them."

You were about to answer when the man behind the counter cleared his throat. "Sencha-ginger", he handed you cup. Surprised but greateful you took it and looked for your wallet.

"Oh, no need. You've been a valued customer. And i finally learned your name. You know, you're one of the most quiet People ever to come into the shop." He gave you another smile.

"Not really quiet", you answer laughing. " But i usually come in alone and i don't like talking to myself in public. People stare." The man crinkled his forehead but Toph punched your shoulder and laughed. "Sokka said you were funny!"

"Well, why do you always come in on your own?", counterman inquired, his forehead smoother.

"Uhm...", should you tell the sad truth?

"You don't have to answer that", Zuko intervened. "Since he opened the dragon he's become quite enamored with gossip, haven't you uncle? No need to satisfy his curiosity."

"My nephew thinks me impolite. But I reckon there is a reason for your solitude. If it is your choice to enjoy our tea alone you can tell me that and no harm is done. But if unfortunate circumstances force you to drink your tea by yourself i would like to give you the oppertunity to speak about it. Let go of dark thoughts."

Wow. Some teamaker he was. And Zuko's uncle? Interesting.

"Thank you...Mr..."

"Iroh. Just Iroh will be fine."

"Well then, thank you Iroh. It's not too much of a story, though. I moved to Ba Sing Se six weeks ago and haven't yet found a group of people who'd put up with me for extended periods of time", you chuckled, hoping you didn't seem too desparate.

Katara seemed like she wanted to say something really nice but Iroh spoke quicker:" Oh, i don't think that's true. You don't give me the impression that anybody would have to put up with you. But if you want company while drinking your beverage i can always chat.

We could talk about your love for green tea and ginger. You know we also have black tea varieties that feature ginger and i think you might enjoy the herbal infusions.

The fruitier teas go great with the muffins! And if you're into croissants and pudding pretzels you should try the vanilla chai latte.

But if you don't want to talk about tea we could also gossip and play pai sho. You know how to play pai show, right?"

You absolutely didn't.

"I'm familiar with the most basic of basic rules." Wrong answer. The sweet little man grabbed a pai sho board out of nowhere and started explaining the game. Zuko offered an apologetic gesture, while Katara and Toph intently listened. You sipped your tea, nodded your head and enjoyed just being part of something. It had been a minute. But you would never play pai show of your own volition. The game was complicated and boring at the same time.

"Maybe you would like to learn about the ancient art of teamaking?", Iroh continued his suggestions of things to talk about when at the dragon.

Was there an art to it? Hot water and a teabag, no? You tried a vague expression and he kept talking.

"I always wanted to found a club or class, you know. Likeminded tea enthusiasts who want to deepen their knowledge and appreciation. Would you be interested?"

No, you weren't. But he was so endearing. So caring. So genuinely into this idea.

"I... have yet to find out how much time and effort my classes will demand. I wouldn't wanna make promises i can't keep."

That was fair, right? And not even an actual lie.

"We're here!!!!!"

Suki burst through the door, followed by a gangly guy with a shaved head. Aang!! That's why the name sounded familiar! He was Instagram verified. Half the campus followed him for his inspirational quotes and vegan recipes.

Suki hugged you hello, introduced you to the insta-famous and then Katara ushered you out and to the metrostation.

You waved at Iroh as you left. He had only talked about things that hardly interested you but he'd managed to make you feel like a member of the group that was now discussing pai sho rules, teamaking and being on time.

MASTERLIST

Part 1

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solarboyaaron · 5 years ago

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Me: (screaming abt my Gemsona)

I got so many ideas abt my Gemsona now

And I’m gonna TALK ABOUT THEM.

(A read more will go here when I figure out how to do it on mobile, this SUCKS ASS)

So their backstory is that they were a typical Ruby Guard before Era 3, but when E3 came around, they immediately took to going to Earth as they were fully ready to give up their assigned job

They went to Little Homeschool for a while before getting fed up with it all, bailing out and catching a way out of Beach City to the more populated areas (most likely by bus) since they wanted to see more than just that little town (Sol is like ‘can’t call themselves a city if they have a population of like. Less than 20 people UGH’)

So I’m gonna just assume California, or something similar to it, exists in SU

That’s where they go (that’s where I live, so it’s my experiences)

They become a trash gremlin, a little misfit for the most part, and they pickpocket from people or sneak things out from stores using their pockets and gem to hide things inside

So they live like this since they didn’t exactly learn how to adapt to Earth Civilization (bailed out of Little Homeschool remember)

They later meet another group of Rubies (OCs I’ll eventually make, idk how many there will be rn maybe 2 or 3 we’ll see) and they notice they’re doing the same thing they do, they do start a bit of a quarrel with them before offering to team up with them instead and they work together to gain more than separately

So Sol eventually becomes the leader of a group of likeminded Rubies and they work together to be little Californian Trash Gremlins and that’s what I’m working off of right now

Might write stuff for this, definitely wanna draw for it

It’s fun

#steven universe #gemsona #OC thoughts #i need to start tagging these things

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fatui-harbingers · 6 years ago

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It may seem super stupid to some people but I feel really proud of myself for being able to change my language once I've realized its offensive in some way (even if people don't really think it's a big deal). Like, the specific thing I was thinking about late last night was that I've stopped calling people drama queens and instead say “you're so dramatic” or “stop being so dramatic” and I feel so much better about that change. Especially since saying drama queen implies that women are dramatic (and usually that men aren't). Now, anytime I hear it I just feel so confused! And I wanna just say “ever read a history book?” bc if I'm being 100% honest, men seem more dramatic than women but that's just from my personal experience.

In reality, it just seems to depend on the person.

I'm already pretty good at addressing groups in gender-neutral ways (mostly bc I'm southern). It's either “hey y'all!” or “hey everyone/everybody!” so I don't really need any work done there. Now I just gotta stop saying “dude” to my sister. She even corrects me sometimes and says “dudette” but I would rather find a gender-neutral word to use.

I don't want to feel too comfortable using gendered language anymore, which is one reason I don't like to hang out with family! They're so pro gendered everything! My more progressive than most of the family cousin likes to insult her brothers by saying “you scream like a girl” or “you sound like a little girl” and if I hear it again I'm probably gonna call her out on it bc I can only handle so much if they want me around. I do need to start holding people accountable for their internalized misogyny! And if they don’t want to fix it then I’m out. Sounds harsh but I feel horrible being surrounded by people like that. I need likeminded people around me before I lose what’s left of my mind, lol.

At least I’m making progress and some fellow young people I know are too! I’m always surprised to meet people like me in my state!

#personalish #language #gender neutral language #feminism #at least i think this counts as feminism lol #it feels like a feminist move to make to me

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ohstardust · 6 years ago

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Rose Coloured Boy - [4/11]

Summary: Sebastian Stan & Eleanor Egan spent the better part of six years being the European outcasts of Rockland Country Day School. Despite growing through their teens as best friends, college soon broke down their friendship until nothing remained. Ten years later, a turn of events in a city as large as New York City, finds them running in the same social circles once again with nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Pairing: Sebastian Stan x OFC Word Count: 3.5k Masterlist / Story Background / Playlist / AO3 A/N: Apologies for how long it’s taken to post this, it’s been sat in my drafts for a few weeks but part 5 isn’t quite finished and I vowed I wouldn’t post this until it was. I’m planning to upload a timeline to accompany this series too which will be updated after each part to allow the readers to keep up with what has happened so far. Part 3 // Part 5

Sebastian had often dwelled on the ‘non-committal’ ending to his friendship with Eleanor in the years that followed their high school graduation that summer of ’01. He refers to it as non-committal simply because it faded and fizzled, like the flickering flame reaching the end of a match or the disintegration of a sunset haze into the night air. It hadn’t seemed as life changing back then, at least not on a scale either of them would have anticipated, he hadn’t thought much about her not being by his side during his college graduation or when he got his first television gig. He’d moved on and made new friends by then despite the friendship they’d both carried with them through their teens.

The fade just happened with dwindling phone calls and visits until suddenly there was nothing left but hazy teenage memories that Sebastian thought of too often in his late twenties.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 2001 By the time October had rolled around, Sebastian had settled in very well at Rutgers University; he was full of energy, wide eyed eagerness and the prospective thrill of an opportunity to study in London during his degree. Being surrounded by so many likeminded people, striving for the same goals him, had been far less nerve-wracking and competitive than he’d anticipated, and far more exhilarating and stimulating. In a nutshell, Sebastian was happy, more than happy. He’d checked in with Eleanor biweekly since the start of the semester, not wanting to miss a detail of her own college experience, despite the small distance separating them both. They may have been living in the same state, the same city for that matter, but it may as well have been the other side of the country for the lack of free time they both seemed to have. It had been a conscious decision for Sebastian to remain living in New York during his college studies, the commute to New Jersey was small enough for him to not have to leave the state behind, he wanted to experience life in the thick of the city, the place he knew he was likely to get his big break. If he ever did that is. The moment they’d both received their acceptance letters, they’d begun weighing up the pro’s and con’s of living together, we’d get to see each other more often and spend more time together versus I don’t want you to grow sick of me or to cause any fights. We don’t have to live with someone we don’t know versus it might do us good to know more people and make more friends. We can study together and run lines without having to leave our own apartment versus I won’t be able to look you in the eye the mornings after you have sex. The prospect of sharing their college experience together, living under the same room, behaving like they were in some mediocre sitcom, sounded fun, of course it did, what best friends didn’t want to live together? But they’d spent the better part of the last five years in each other’s pockets, eating lunch, studying, making friends with the same peers, attending acting camp. College was a time for new experiences, new friends, new traditions, and neither of them were prepared to put their own wants, and needs, above doing what was right for the other. Sebastian knew Eleanor would flourish at Tisch in the theatre program, she’d dazzle everyone like she’d dazzled him back when he was a naive thirteen-year-old, you’re gonna make it big time he’d told her in a silly blanket fort in her bedroom the evening before they moved into their new apartments. He wasn’t standing in her way, he wasn’t going to be the reason she didn’t thrive on her own. His heart was too full of love to keep her from achieving what he knew she could. And Eleanor? Sebastian may not have known it, but she made the decisions she did, from long before college, to many months down the road, simply because she felt just as he did, she wasn’t stopping him from doing anything she knew he was capable of. And their biggest fear of all? It was the thought of putting an irreparable strain on their relationship and causing resentment somewhere down the line. Everything was fine the way it was, so why jeopardise that? Oh, the irony of their eighteen-year-old decision. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* October 2001 Fall had never looked as beautiful as it had done at that point in time. It had very little to do with the surroundings of campus, or this side of New Jersey, and more to do with the feelings and emotions fall brought with the changing times of this point in Sebastian’s life. Browning leaves crunched under foot and the air was cooler than it had been a few weeks prior, the humidity had dulled to nothing, allowing for an extra layer to be worn, yet warm enough to forgo a coat. Fall had settled a content feeling in his bones, like the warmth of a coffee shop on a rainy day, the ending of a good novel, a cuddle on the sofa during a film. Sebastian hadn’t felt this good in a long while. He could still remember that day he walked out of his campus building and saw his best friend standing there with an enormous grin and two coffees in hand. She was a breath of fresh air, even on a great day. He’d scooped her up into his arms, mindful of the beverages she tried to angle away from him, and he held her there for a minute or so. It had been a month of texting and calling, when they had the time, but christ had he missed having her right there in front of him. She squeezed him a little tighter and then let go, her hand outstretched to offer him a cup. “Just how you like it, at least I hope it still is,” she teased. “You shouldn’t have, but thank you, I really need this. All of this” “Long day?” “I guess you could say that, although I don’t know how, it’s barely four.” Eleanor hummed in agreement, and gulped a mouthful of her drink, “I hear you, it can be so draining, I’m pretty much sleeping every chance I get.” “Sleep? Sorry, no clue who, or what, that is.” His eyebrows scrunched, and he laughed, trying to make light of the fact he was beyond exhausted this early into the semester, even though he knew classes weren’t entirely to blame. Instead of joining in the humour, her face appeared more concerned, she always worried about him, no matter what, “You better be taking time for yourself, and resting, Stan.” “Yes mom.” “I see Rutgers haven’t taught you any manners yet, you heathen.” That ridiculous smirk had been perfected on his face throughout his mildly growing confidence, “They’ve taught me plenty, I just don’t want you thinking they changed me too much.” “Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night, honey.” “Hey, so I know this was supposed to be just us, but my friends kinda wanna meet you so I said they could join us,” he scrunched his face and clenched his teeth in anticipation, “is that okay?” If she wasn’t okay with it, she didn’t let it show, instead she nodded with a smile and continued to drain her coffee, “Of course it is, the more the merrier, eh?” Eleanor kicked up the leaves in his direction and laughed as he retaliated. Yeah, they were just fine. *-*-*-*-*-* No time had been wasted that afternoon, he’d found Eleanor’s eagerness for being shown around the Mason Gross campus all too endearing, wanting a peak into his lecture rooms and seeing where he spent his time. She’d wanted to absorb everything about this place and what it was offering her friend. She’d made no secret of her curiosity and vast interest in the space around her. Later that afternoon, on the train journey they shared home, she rested her head on his shoulder and told him how she couldn’t wait to return the favour and show him her grounds sometime soon. Eleanor wanted to link arms with him and point to every new room that had become her life and share that special place with him too. She’d been hesitant to admit it aloud, but there were times she really wished they’d applied for the same colleges. As for his classmates, they were the friendliest and most welcoming bunch, well mostly, which had been a shock to him in the beginning. He’d been expecting far too many loud personalities that clashed, and a bucketload of bitchiness to boot, but thankfully everything was travelling smoothly in that area and along the way he’d made a good group of friends, bold hard workers. There were just four of them, but it was an equal and fair number, there was no shouting to make your voice heard, but enough to bounce off each other and bring out the best in one another. He’d been excited, and nervous, in equal measures, to introduce them to Eleanor. What if they didn’t like her? Unlikely. What if she didn’t like them? Would that change his opinion towards them too? He feared it would. Watching them interact had quelled his anxiety regarding the situation, quick to realise there had been nothing to worry about. As usual, she looked comfortable and natural being a part of their group and he couldn’t refrain from wondering if she’d always look so at peace in every area of his life. Would she always fit in? Was this how life would be? What happens if it isn’t? What happens if she stops being able to slot herself into his life? Where does that leave him? He left all of these questions unanswered for the time being and decided it wasn’t worth thinking about when everything was still as he knew it should be. He’d like to bury his head in the sand a little longer. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* New Year’s Eve, December 2001 Finding yourself blind drunk on a Monday night was never a recipe for success, no matter how good the last vodka tasted as he knocked it back. He’d promised Eleanor a night with his new college friends though, and let it be known, Sebastian Stan is a man of his word. He distinctly remembered being a little too insistent that his flatmate Jared celebrated the New Year with them after sinking a few glasses of something positively vile tasting. It was all Eleanor’s fault really, she had a penchant for drinking anything she could get her hands on, no matter how cheap it was or how much it tasted like paint stripper. Sebastian remembered all too clearly how lovely she looked that evening, Tisch was treating her very well indeed and that smile on her face seemed more permanent than he’d ever recalled seeing it. She was radiant, and it was screwing with his head a little too much. He hadn’t been able to dwell on it for long though, four of his new peers had loudly come knocking on his apartment door, arms laden with alcohol he didn’t even question them procuring. He figured he didn’t need to know. The last to arrive had been his girlfriend, Katy, an average height, fiery red headed, girl he’d met in class. He’d been hesitant to invite her along for the celebrations, no one knew her all too well, but she was alone in the city and he couldn’t bear to let her spend the holiday alone. He wasn’t that kind of guy. So, she’d joined in, making nice with everyone occupying the apartment, charming those she hadn’t met and acquainting herself further with those she had. Katy was radiant, and Sebastian’s feelings were a little off kilter when he saw how well she was getting along with Eleanor. Perhaps this all had been a little too much for him to handle. Instead of openly acknowledging it, he turned the music louder, grabbed a few more bottles from the seemingly endless collection on the kitchen counter, and began offering it around like the kind host he had convinced his friends he could be. The night had whirled by in a blur, all knocking back drink after drink, whilst trying to perform (mostly) godawful renditions of mixed compilation CD’s Jared was powering through. Eleanor had collared Sebastian the moment he tried to sit down on the sofa, he really ought to have known he wouldn’t be able to escape at least a duet throughout of the course of the evening, she was certainly one to make sure of that. And for all of Sebastian’s make-believe confident facade he boasted to his friends from time to time, he was very thankful for all the vodka in his system that baited his anxiety of singing in front of his friends. He still made a mental note to plan his payback when she was least suspecting. Eleanor pressed next on the CD player and threw her head back in amusement as the opening bars of Billy Joel rang throughout the apartment. Like a rehearsed collaboration, they took the song line by line, alternating the parts like they’d done many times over the past few years, with earphones stuffed in their ears, listening through Eleanor’s walkman in a fort of pillows and blankets. He could at least be grateful she’d chosen something he knew like the back of his hand. Sergeant O'Leary is walkin' the beat At night he becomes a bartender He works at Mr. Cacciatore's down on Sullivan Street Across from the medical center Yeah and he's tradin' in his Chevy for a Cadillac You oughta know by now And if he can't drive with a broken back At least he can polish the fenders Humoured cheers and claps and yells filled the ending of the song and the pair laughed into each other necks at how silly they enjoyed being together. “C’mon guys, the countdown!” There was no feeling of justification when the knot in Sebastian’s stomach tightened upon seeing them together. It didn’t matter who kissed who, who was sleeping together or who were friends or not, it wasn’t his business. It shouldn’t matter that, through a drunken chorus of Auld Lang Syne, Eleanor & Jared hadn’t stopped for air despite their sloppy, giggly mouths barely keeping in sync. There were catcalls and jeers, but they were blissfully unaware, seemingly unaware of whatever was happening, or falling apart, around them. He was sobering rapidly, or at least he felt as though he was, until Katy hesitantly pulled him in for a kiss and he felt like his knees were ready to give way. And they did, his body momentarily slumped in his girlfriend’s arms before he righted himself and held onto her, wanting to keep her safe from the betrayal of his body and confused thoughts that were rushing through his mind at a mile a minute. Pull yourself together, Sebastian. Don’t do this again. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* May 2002 ‘I’ve got the lead role!!!’ Sebastian was ecstatic when he’d received the news that he’d been cast as the leading role in a college production, this was his time to prove his worth, and his talent, to more than his classmates, it was something to be proud of. The moment he’d heard, he couldn’t resist texting Eleanor to inform her, she’d hyped him up so much prior to his audition, and the evening before the cast was schedule to announced, it meant a lot to share this with her. ‘I knew you’d do it, superstar! Don’t forget me when you’re famous. So proud of you’ Little did he know, a few hours later, no amount of lead roles could stop him from the hollow feeling that was about to settle in his stomach. “Seba,” that was all Sebastian could make out from her broken sobs on the other end of the telephone line. “You’re scaring me, El. What’s happened?” “I’m leaving next week.” “Leaving where?” “New York, - America. I’m going back to England.” And just like that, the bottom of Sebastian’s world just about gave way. He almost couldn’t breathe at the thought of her leaving, the thought of her, not only not being in the same state, but not even the same country. Most of all, he noticed how she’d stopped referring to England as home, like she viewed her place in the US as her home now, right where he was. “What- I don’t understand, why? You can’t just leave.” “My grandfather’s too ill, Seb. The doctors don’t think he’ll last the summer, and we can’t sit thousands of miles away waiting for him to go, we need to be with the family.” “I’m really sorry - I didn’t - I knew he was bad, but I didn’t think it would be so soon, I thought you all had more time.” “We did too, but he can’t hang on forever. Everyone needs us more than ever.”

“When will you be back?” “When he’s gone, I presume. God, I feel sick even thinking about it,” she choked out a sob and sniffled, her throat cleared to try to keep her emotions under control, but it was useless, Sebastian could hear her heartbreak as clear as day. And he couldn’t do a thing to help her. Being back in her home country felt more foreign than America ever had despite the years she’d spent growing up there. The world there felt so small, she’d outgrown it all and it was borderline suffocating. She missed New York more than she has anticipated. But she was right where she was supposed to be, this she had told Sebastian a few times over the past two weeks. He could hear the exhaustion in her voice every time they spoke, despite how limited, and short, their calls were. Everything about this situation was draining. “Stay safe, okay? I can’t look after you when we’re an ocean apart.” However, the more weeks that passed, the less their contact remained, which in itself had become a drain on them both. Calls full of sadness, missing each other, hating how life was panning out around them. The calls became less frequent, proving to be far too expensive to keep up with, and poor timing played a part too, mostly when Sebastian was out with his other friends, creating a situation too loud and disruptive to hold a five-minute conversation. And even when they did try to reach one another, they were mostly met with voicemails which turned into multiple missed calls. Emails became few and far between and Sebastian was beginning to lose all hope in any remaining contact. It felt like a lost cause. She’d been away two months when all communication ceased. His calls remained unanswered, emails ignored, text messages unread and then he realised she wasn’t coming back home any time soon. It was the not knowing what was going on with her that caused him the most stress and upset. Was she okay? Has her grandfather passed? Was she grieving? Has she given up on me? He didn’t want to think selfishly, but he was confused and hurt by her radio silence. By the time late August rolled around, college had started again, and he poured himself into his studies and his friends, hoping she would give him a sign sooner or later, but he’d somewhat resigned himself to the fact this was it. At least for now. So, he’d stopped hovering his thumb over the call button on her contact, he’d caught himself walking in the direction of her apartment and stopped and turned the other way, he tried to continue with his life like she was taking a very long leave of absence, which in a way, he supposed she was. But for how long, he didn’t know. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* “Eleanor.” “Hi, Sebastian,” there had been hundreds of things he’d wanted to ask her over the years, with a hundred more answers he’d anticipated, but he was at a loss for words. His mind was blank. How was this possible? Eleanor’s expression left him feeling uncomfortable and he couldn’t move, nor look away. Instead, she dropped her head and her eyes lowered to his shoes before closing. He could still read her just as well as he could a decade ago, and that was a far odder thought than he thought it would have been. The thought that had sent his head reeling was, despite all that had happened, and how much he had missed her terribly, he didn’t know how he felt seeing her again. Was he happy? Was he sad? Was he angry? Was he relieved? Or had he reached the ambivalent stage? Whatever he deduced his feelings be, either tonight or years down the line, he’d have to get used to having her around again even if for the sake of his friends. That was if she’d even stick around this time. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Rose Coloured Boy tags: @lovingfionn, @lowdenglynnstyles, @outofworkactress, @prettyboytgc, @ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes, @kyber-hearts-and-stardust-souls

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shaniahnoel · 7 years ago

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Buttercup 12/12

Just like that, my first fanfiction series [actually, my first fanfiction ever] has ended. Thank you for following, reblogging, and commenting. It means so much to me. I hope you’ll continue to come back for Fangs and for more Sweet Pea (with a new OC). Please continue to make requests and continue to share. Much love <3

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2192ish

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At the insistence of Sweet Pea, Sophia took a weekend to visit her brother and to check out Julliard. At first, she’d been against it entirely, but as they toured the school she found herself thinking about the possibilities. The tour guide informed them of the success of alumni, and she caught sight of the most beautiful piano she’d ever seen. Within a few days, she was submitting her application and her brother was pulling a few strings to have her be auditioned even this late in her senior year. After some deliberation, she was accepted.

As graduation grew closer, Sweet Pea had become more and more withdrawn. He’d been the one to encourage her to pursue her dreams, but Sophia suspected that the reality of the situation was dawning on him. After summer ended, she’d be going to New York and Sweet Pea would remain in the South Side. She reminded him time and time again that she would visit, that he could visit, and that the distance would change nothing, but his moods continued.

When graduation came, it was a bittersweet moment, and Sophia walked to the microphone nervously. It truly hadn’t been a surprise to find herself standing here as valedictorian, but as she straightened her notes the last school year flooded through her mind. Never once glancing down, she launched into a speech about friendship, loss, belonging, and hope. She encouraged her classmates to pursue their dreams, to be the person that they were meant to be. As she ended the speech with tears in her eyes, the crowd thundered its applause—Sweet Pea’s cheers the only ones to rise above the rest of the Serpents who’d come out to support their people. After graduation, the summer passed too quickly. In the middle of July, Marcus called to alert Sophia to an opportunity to work as a piano tutor while at Julliard, a position available if she accepted immediately. Sweet Pea didn’t take the news very well, but Sophia had a plan. It was clear that words were not going to convince her Serpent that she was his.

Fangs took her to make a painful, expensive purchase, and she arranged for Sweet Pea to meet her at their park a few days later. She’d been swinging for a few minutes when she caught sight of him wandering through the gate. In a well-rehearsed dance, she dragged her foot against the dirt as he offered his hand to her. She leaped from the swing and they strolled hand and hand. There was a slight tension in his shoulders that she didn’t understand.

“What’d you wanna talk about?” His voice was careful, guarded.

“Well, I’m leaving for New York in a few days and I thought we had some things we needed to discuss.” She paused for him to say something, but he remained stiff. “Anyways,” she continued, “I know you’re not a fan of me leaving for New York, but you also told me to chase my dreams. It’s not going to change our relationship.”

“For now,” he added, his voice a mixture of bitter and sad.

“What’s the supposed to mean?”

“I believe you. I mean, I think that you believe what you’re saying, but you’re not meant for the South Side. Once you see the world, once the world sees you… I don’t think that you’ll wanna come back. I can’t blame you for that.” His words were resigned, as if the future were inevitable.

“Sweet Pea, I have tried to tell you a million times how much you mean to me, but I realized my words aren’t going to change your mind. So, sweetheart, you’ve pushed me to take drastic action.”

At this point, they’d walked into a secluded area of the woods. His eyes widened as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the tank-top underneath. Sophia rolled her eyes as she realized the direction his thoughts had gone. She tugged at her top, pulling the fabric aside to reveal the still puffy skin. Sweet Pea sucked in a breath as his eyes traced the shape. Delicate flowers trailed across her chest forming a small S just above her heart. His eyes flew up from the sweet peas to meet hers and she smiled, stepping forward.

“You got your tattoo to show who your family is and tell people where you belong,” she said, stroking his snake. “I got mine for the same reason. Wherever you are, Sweet Pea, South Side or on the other side of the world, that’s where I belong and that where I—”

“I love you.”

The words came out swiftly, conveying a thousand emotions. There was a beat of silence as Sophia took in the words of her boyfriend, words he had never uttered before. The hint of nervousness appeared in his eyes.

“I love you, too.”

Their lips crushed the others, a fervent passion running between them. When they’d finally broke apart, Sophia spoke again, “I will come back to you, Sweet Pea. You’re the one who gave me the strength to live my dream.”

MASSIVE TIME SKIP TO WINTER: SENIOR YEAR AT JULLIARD

Sophia was feeling nervous. This was far from her first concert at Julliard, but it was the first which would have Sweet Pea in attendance. Her courses were challenging, the training rigorous, but somehow, she was nearing the end of her final year. Long distance had been a rocky experience, but they were making it. There was some tension when she was unable to come home for celebrations, but usually they made up for it when possible. Call times had varied and, so she hadn’t been able to connect with him before the concert, but she knew he was there. Hopefully she’d be able to find him in the audience.

The stage lights were bright, but she paid them no mind as she took her place at the piano. They dimmed slightly, but it threw the audience into shadow. She was playing the classics, several pieces required by the department. Her final piece, however, was an original. As of late, her muse had been Sweet Pea and this song was no exception. When her last note faded into silence, the crowd erupted, and she bowed humbly. It was then that she saw what she suspected to be the shadowy frame of her tall boyfriend. Her smile faltered as he seemed to be walking out of the auditorium–that was not what they’d had planned.

She hurried her way through the crowds as soon as the formalities were over. Marcus was waiting for her, roses in hand. She accepted them brusquely, still scanning the crowds. Aunt Rachel forced her way over with Fangs and Toni in tow. This was a pleasant surprise and for a moment, her panic was forgotten as she embraced them all. After exchanging congratulations and thank-you’s, she scanned the room again. This time, Fangs caught her.

“He left, Soph.” His voice was a blend of sad and angry. Toni just looked furious. As Marcus and Rachel moved forward to comfort her, Sophia forced the smile to remain on her face. No crying.

Winter break was only a week away, and Sophia was determined to wait him out. No texts lit up her phone, and no calls came in from the Serpent. At first, Sophia had spent hours wracking her brain for what had gone wrong, but she was coming up blank. He’d been so excited in the planning, dying to see her perform at Julliard. She had been determined not to text him first, but as she was bordering the plane home, she’d decided her course of action.

Thus, she found herself outside of his house, slamming her fist against the door. The fierce look on his face faded into shame as he realized that the assailant was his irate girlfriend (yes, girlfriend. Sophia was not about to be an ex without proper communication.) Without waiting for an invitation, Sophia forced her way into his home and sat moodily on the sofa. Sweet Pea followed warily.

“Well,” she asked, tone clipped.

“Well what?”

“You encouraged me to go to Julliard. We finally told each other that we love each other. We’ve now been together for over four years. Sure, we missed celebrating that together, but you promised that we’d celebrate when you came to New York. But then you decided to leave after my concert and so instead of celebrating what should have been a monumental occasion in my life, I was forced to cry in my room for five hours until I finally passed out.”

She inhaled deeply after her rant, her chest rising heavily.

“I’m sorry,” he said lamely. “I panicked when I saw you perform.”

“Go on,” she prompted, yielding slightly to the emotion in his voice.

“I just… I mean you said it yourself. I saw you up there, dressed so beautifully, playing so wonderfully, surrounded by likeminded people. And there I was, in my alcoholic father’s second-best suit. It just made it so clear to me that we’re so different. I’m a mechanic for pete’s sake. A life with me isn’t going to give you the monumental occasion that you deserve.”

It was an emotional response, Sophia knew that, but the utter relief at his explanation was too much for her and she found herself laughing. At his defensive glare, she sobered up quickly, and looked at him with utter sympathy in her eyes.

“I love you, Sweet Pea…”

“I love you, too, but that’s why I can’t—”

“Let me finish. I love you. Julliard has been a wonderful experience, absolutely. To be able to play this concert was an honor, but that’s not the monumental occasion I was talking about.”

“Then what were you–?”

“Our four-year celebration. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately, y’know? Everyone’s talking about senior year and what sort of jobs they’re going to get after graduation, but I just can’t see it. Every time we talk about our dreams, I just see you. So, I thought about it, and I just keep coming back to South Side High. After all this time, it still doesn’t have a music department. I was thinking that I could apply, start something. Maybe use my Serpent persuasion for some good,” she nudged his arm playfully.

“You want to stay in the South Side?”

“I want to stay with you,” she said simply.

“That’s not a good reason to make a decision like that.”

“But you’ve always told me to follow my heart, P, and it’s right here,” she placed her left hand over his heart and he grasped it firmly in his. A strange look crossed his face—nervousness, worry, and love all in one. In a swift motion, Sweet Pea sank to one knee, keeping her hand in his. With the other, he ripped the chain from his neck, freeing the ring.

“Sophia, I’m an idiot and I know it.. From the day you walked into my life you’ve been changing me and shaping me into a better man. I’m not afraid to love anymore, but I’m terrified I won’t love you enough. You are my heart, and everything I could ever want. I-if you really think that I’m the same for you, that you would really be happy here then I want nothing more than for you to stay here, with me. I promise that I will work to be the person that you deserve every day for the rest of our lives, will you marry me?”

The tears flowed swiftly down her cheeks as she looked at the man before her. His shoulders were broader, his jaw sharper, but his eyes were a soft chocolate as they stared into hers. Soon after they’d first met, she’d wondered what it’d be like to be vulnerable with Sweet Pea. She’d never imagined that they’d grow into this. Life with Sweet Pea had been a tremendous roller coaster, and she was certain that it always would be. However, she also knew that it was a ride she’d never want to get off.

“Yes.”

Sweet Pea grabbed her around the waist and spun her quickly. His lips claimed hers and for a moment they forgot the world. With a small chuckle, he realized that he hadn’t actually placed the ring on her finger. As he slid the delicate band over her finger, it was a pleasant surprise to find that it fit perfectly—as if it were made for her. Something about this was odd enough to pierce through the moment, and Sophia raised her eyes to his.

“It fits me.” The confusion in her voice made her words a question; The ring had been much bigger before. Sweet Pea’s face flushed.

“I, uhm, I may have used Toni to do some recon—she didn’t know that, though. And I may have had the ring resized a while ago.”

“A while ago…?”

“After your birthday. When you decided to stay.”

“A-are you saying that you’ve been planning to propose for four years?”

“Well, not exactly. I knew we weren’t ready for that, but I also knew I wasn’t gonna want anybody else.”

Her mouth opened and shut several times, but some moments have no words. She threw herself into Sweet Pea’s arms and they stood together, wrapped in the arms of the one they called home.

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jalboyhenthusiast · 3 years ago

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hey S ♥️ there are people who organize 1D parties in my city and there’s one tomorrow. and I looked at the video of the one they had before and it looks like so much fun! I reeeeally wanna go and meet likeminded people and dance to the best songs ever (lol) but it’s a bit too expensive and also covid is still going strong so I decided to sit this one out :c hopefully they’ll have more parties in the future. how are you? do yo I have special plans for tomorrow? :) o.

hello love!! omg how cute but thats fair enough that you cant make it this year. the good thing about one direction fans is we're insane and we're not going anywhere lmao so im sure they'll have them for many coming years!! im good thank u! my only plans for tomorrow is a full day of work. i dont have much hope anything exciting anniversary wise is happening so ill be going to bed early as usual lol

#perhaps im a grandma #hope you had a good day!!#o 💞#ask

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colourline · 6 years ago

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Thursday's 7 reason why you should join #awildflowerchat

I'm starting a monthly twitter chat about being a wildflower! Wuhu! It's gonna be the last Thursday every month from 9-10 pm CET (Central European Time).

Starting tonight! I wrote about it on instagram here.. but I'm also here to give you 7 quick and good reason to join tonight!

I will be hosting it, you can find me on twitter here. And the hashtag here.

1. meet likeminded people. talking about something you have a passion for, with others is bound to turning into some cool connections and new friendships. (this is the MAIN reason why I do it, getting to know you!)

2. learn something new. whatever if it's about someone else or about yourself or about in general of being a wildflower.

3. have a good time! being in a space with other wildflowers, leaving your everyday life and problems for a good hour in good company is an hour well-spent. it might even count as a little self-care. (hint: I choose to make it so late (especially for us in europe) because most kids are in bed AND for us night owls)

4. get to know yourself a little better. when we share our experiences and knowledge about being a wildflower and living the wildflower life we might learn a thing or two about ourselves from each other.

5. maybe heal a little. sometimes being a wildflower means being misunderstood. a lot. that sometimes hurts. by sharing our experiences with people who understand and don't judge us, can heal us a little.

6. bloom. being surrounded by other wildflowers makes you wanna bloom. "a flower doesn't compete with other flowers, it just blooms"

7. it's free of course and I'll be very happy to get to hang out with you!

so i'll see you then? please don't leave me hanging!

And again you can find me on twitter here. And the hashtag here. (oh and the invitation will be pinned to my twitter profile, give it a retweet so more can know about this and tell me if you plan to join!)

// bye, Line xx

#twitter #twitterchat #awildflowerchat

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the-truest-sentence-i-know · 4 years ago

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Chapter Three: The Underground

Fandom: Disney’s Descendants

Summary: Quinn Little, raised in Auradon by Little John, finds out that her heritage is not what she thought it was. When Little John tells her that her real father was a villain, she must go on a journey of self-discovery that will bring her to all the forbidden places in the United States of Auradon. Pre-canon & canon compliant to the first Descendants film.

Word Count: 4k | 3/23

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Walking down the streets of Auradon Central, Quinn asked Mark, “Alright, seriously, where are we going?”

“Just a little place where you can get the stuff you need over there,” said Mark.

“Right.”

“So, how were you planning on getting there?”

“Uh...” Quinn had not yet thought about that. The only way to get onto the Isle was a bridge that was only accessible through a Crown-sanctioned vehicle. They were well-guarded and hardly ever went to the Isle. There was no other way to get to the Isle, except for. “By boat,” she said, suddenly. “Shipments go to the Isle periodically, with food and other supplies. I’ll stow away on one of them.”

They turned into an alleyway that was so small that it was easily overlooked. It was much different than the street they had just been on; it was dark and quite dirty, a severe contrast to the clean, white cobblestones they had just been walking on.

It seemed to end at a dead end, but Mark pushed on the back wall, which turned out to be a door. Behind this door, there was a dark staircase followed by a passageway and Mark took out his phone to light the way. The temperature plummeted as soon as he closed the door. As hey walked, their footsteps echoing ahead of them, Quinn could hear scurrying and dripping sounds.

“Mark,” she whispered, staying close to him. “Where are we going?”

The part of his face that she could see in the dim light of his phone light was cautious. “You’ll see.”

Soon they reached the end of the tunnel and went up another flight of steps. Mark pushed on a battered wooden door and it opened onto an alleyway that looked a lot like the one they had come from. As Mark closed the door behind them, Quinn walked ahead to where the alley met the main street.

Quinn looked around in wonder. Auradon had always been colourful, but now she saw how limited its palette was. Instead of only the brightest or most pastel colours, the buildings and clothing here used deeper shades in addition to those of the rest of Auradon. There were much more uses of black, as well as the purples and greens most associated with villains. Some of the people walking past had grey armbands.

“What do those bands mean?” Quinn asked quietly as they walked down the cobbled street.

“Those are members of the Underground Council,” Mark said, and Quinn looked over to see him putting one around his arm. She looked at him in surprise.

“What?” he asked with a grin. “You didn’t think you were the only rebellious one, did you?”

Quinn tried not to stare at the outfits of those they passed. Some of the women wore pants here, and some of the men wore dresses and skirts. There were fabrics no other hero would wear: leather and denim, which was sometimes ripped and frayed. Some had colourfully dyed hair, or multiple piercings or tattoos.

Quinn could almost hear what Fairy Godmother, or her other teachers, might say, but she pushed them aside, instead finding the beauty in everything she saw. There was so much more variety here!

“Here we are,” Mark said stopping in front of a shop called The Princess’ Wardrobe.

Quinn raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

“The name is tongue-in-cheek,” he said with a smile. “I promise.”

They stepped inside, the bell over the door tinkling as they did so. As Quinn looked around, she knew that Mark was right. This was definitely not your typical Auradonian clothing store. There were combat boots and ripped denim and studs and leather, so much leather. She smiled widely; from what she had seen of news broadcasts about the Isle, this would be the perfect place to find something to wear to fit in.

“Mark!” exclaimed the woman behind the counter. She was wearing a black dress with ripped tights and combat boots. Her hair was short and a shocking shade of neon green. If the Fairy Godmother saw her, Quinn was pretty sure she would faint.

“Hey, Chloe!” said Mark, kissing her lightly on each cheek before turning to Quinn. “This is Quinn.” He turned back to her with a slight grin on his face. “And she’s hoping for a change in style.”

The corner of her deep plum lips pulled up in a grin. “That is one of my favourite things to hear. What kind of change?” Her eyes sparkled in interest.

“I was hoping for a kind of Isle-lite?” Quinn said cautiously. “Like not fully leather, but like.”

“Denim?” Chloe supplied.

“Yeah.”

“Well, let’s see what we can do, shall we?”

Mark gave Quinn a knowing smile as Chloe began to hunt around the racks of clothing. For the next half hour, Quinn tried on outfits – all of which seemed fine to her but did not quite satisfy Chloe. She was like a barely contained ball of chaos, flitting around the store. Mark watched it all with an amused look on his face, having seen Chloe work her magic many times before.

Finally, when Quinn exited the change room, Chloe stood back, standing still for the first time. She smiled. “Perfect. It’s confident, a little delinquent, but in a ‘steal from the rich, give to the poor’ kinda way.” She winked. “Cute, but a little dangerous, and practical for movement.”

Quinn could not help but smile at the description, because it was exactly what she had been hoping for. Black skinny jeans, forest green tank top under a fishnet top and dark denim jacket, paired with black leather boots and green leather fingerless gloves. She liked how the green still nodded to Sherwood; Chloe knew what she was doing.

“And if you wanna make it a little sexy,” Chloe said. “You wear the fishnet top over a bra.” She lowered her voice with a grin. “but make sure Mark’s not around because he’ll go all older-brother on you.”

Quinn laughed, especially when she saw the look of disapproval that came over Mark’s features. When she looked in the mirror, she could see herself belonging on the Isle. She raised her chin and clenched her fists at her sides, and the glint that came into her eyes made her shiver a little. She would fit in just fine.

•••

“So, what exactly is this place?” Quinn and Mark were sitting in café, looking out at the people passing by.

“You mean, why is it a thing?” Mark asked.

Quinn nodded. “I mean, I love it, but how did it start?”

“I’m not exactly sure how, but it came to be because there are actually a lot of people who don’t agree with how Auradon is run and all the performative goodness that goes on.”

“Like all the stuff we Sherwood kids would talk about at school,” Quinn said with a slightly wistful smile.

“Yeah, there are actually a lot of Sherwood kids that either live here or are involved here. The Underground Council, or UC, will run campaigns sometimes. Remember when the sidekicks got a council in government a couple of years back?”

Quinn nodded.

“The UC helped with the campaign that made that happen.”

“I’m assuming they’re also not huge fans of King Beast.”

“No,” Mark said with a laugh. “I doubt you’ll find a single pro-King Beast person here.”

“Well, then I guess I fit right in,” Quinn looked out past the buildings to the mountains on the horizon. “And we’re not really underground either, where is this?”

“It’s right on the outskirts of Auradon City but surrounded by mountains and thick forest. There are very few ways to get in.”

“How have I never heard of it?”

“Well, a lot of people know we exist – maybe not where exactly – because of the campaigns and whatnot, but they tend to pretend we don’t. We stay out of sight and they don’t mind us.”

“But why stay out of sight?”

“In the beginning, it was more like a haven for likeminded people, where they could speak their minds. For now, we can make the most change this way, but there is hope that we can slowly open up and maybe change people’s minds with our integration.”

The clothes still felt weird, a little bit more snug than Quinn was used to. But she loved the confidence they gave her.

She and Mark sat on their horses in the patch of trees at the edge of the shipyard. In the patches of light that the floodlights cast on the dark area, they could see workers loading crates onto the ship. They were silent for a bit.

“You know that once you’re on the ship, I won’t be able to contact you,” said Mark finally.

“I know,” Quinn said, still watching the loading of the ship.

“And you know that coming back will be a lot harder, if not impossible.”

“I know.” She knew he was looking at her. She could tell he didn’t want her to go. After all his helping and planning, he didn’t want to let her. Maybe he never thought she would go through with it. Maybe he thought meeting the Undergrounders would satisfy her need to belong.

But Quinn knew she had to go. She would regret it if she didn’t. She would always wonder what her life would have been like over there.

Taking a deep breath, Quinn slipped off of Onyx’s back. Mark followed suit as Quinn slung her backpack over her shoulder. They crept towards the ship, staying out of the light and out of the sight of the workers. While learning how to move stealthily through the forest had been one of the things both their fathers had taught them, this was a bit different. There was no moss or sticks or animals, just concrete and piles of crates and bags.

Eventually, they made it near the ship and, hiding behind a pile of crates marked BREAD, Quinn turned to Mark. “I’ve got it from here,” she whispered.

He looked over at her, concern in his eyes and opened his mouth to say something.

Quinn held up a hand to stop him. “I’m not backing out now, so don’t try to convince me.”

A small grin spread across his face as he shook his head. “I just wanted to wish you good luck.” He straightened her backpack strap. “Be careful and don’t let them know where you’re from.”

She smiled. “I promise.”

“Good.” He gave her a big hug and then quickly slipped away into the darkness.

While the shipments to the Isle were not exactly secret, there was not a lot of public information. The main shipment was food since the Isle was one big city with no farmland. From a vantage point down the shoreline, they had mapped out the schedule. However, the actual boarding of the ship would have to be improvised because they couldn’t risk going to the shipping yard twice.

Fortunately, there was basically no security on this side. After all, who would want to leave Auradon?

Quinn watched from the shadows as the workers grabbed sacks and crates and walked up the various gangplanks. Fortunately, she had had the foresight to pull a pair of wide pants and a formless shirt over her outfit, to better match the dock workers. From her pocket, she grabbed a rather large cap that would hopefully obscure her face enough to not arouse suspicion.

After trying to tuck as much of her hair into it as she could manage, Quinn scurried over to a pile of smaller sacks. She quickly shouldered one and followed the line of men tramping up the nearest gangplank. She kept her head down as she walked. The sack was fairly heavy but those around her didn’t seem to be having any trouble, so she pretended she was fine as well.

They tramped down to the hold and Quinn saw the men ahead of her deposit their loads in a pile near stacks of crates. After tossing her sack onto the pile as well, Quinn pretended to stumble and – as she did so – tossed a pencil towards a pile of crates across the hold.

Sighing, she scampered after it. Once she was out of sight of the other men, she scooped up the pencil and slipped between some crates. Certain that no one could see her, she carefully sat down and leaned against the crate behind her.

Quinn listened to the scuffling in the hold for about half an hour. When the hold became quiet, she heard the hum of machinery grow louder. She felt a tug in her stomach as they began to move and her heart began to race.

A smile spread across her face as she slipped out of her hiding place. The hold was pitch-black and Quinn – stumbling with the rolls of the waves – felt her way to the stairs. She tiptoed up the steps to the main deck, holding tight to the railing.

It was a perfect night, near a new moon, so the only natural light on deck came from the stars. Some yellow light spilled out of the bridge at the back of the ship, but for the rest, it was quite dark. From what Mark and Quinn could tell, very few Auradonian workers stayed on the ship for the journey, if any.

Trying to keep out of sight of the bridge, Quinn made her way to the front of the ship. The wind was strong and blew her hair and made her clothing flap around her body.

She had always loved wind – it fascinated her. She loved how it would howl around the school during heavy storms. Sometimes, on windy days back in Sherwood, she would stick her head above the trees and let it blow through her hair.

But this was so much different. This cold wind was combined with the faint spray of water and the salty smell in the air. While the smell of the forest was safe, this smell held danger and adventure. It was intoxicating.

Was this what had drawn her father to seafaring? Did he love the wind out at sea as well? Perhaps on the Isle, she could learn more about who he was.

In the distance, Quinn could see the island. There were far fewer lights than in Auradon. There was an odd trick of the light too, making it look like there was a giant bubble around the island.

That must be the magical barrier, she thought.

As they approached the barrier, it shuddered and an opening just large enough for the ship to pass through appeared. Quinn held her breath as they slid through. She was now on the side of the villains. Her heart began to race with excitement.

The docks weren’t too far ahead and Quinn knew she had to think of a plan before she was seen. She had noticed ladder rungs along the side of the ship and – taking a breath – clambered over the side and down almost to the water. Even though the ship was slowing down, waves still crashed against the hull and soon she was soaking wet.

Quinn could now make out the docks. They were old-fashioned looking, worn rough wood on supporting stilts above the rocky shoreline. Figures stood on it with what looked like kerosene lamps.

When the ship was almost stopped at the docks, she slipped into the water, quickly paddling her way under the rough slats of wood. She had never been the best swimmer but managed to get to one of the support posts and hold onto it for a moment of rest.

Quinn heard boots stamping overhead as the ship was unloaded. She decided to get away from the docks during the commotion as there would be less likelihood of being seen.

Bracing herself, she let go of the post and began paddling towards the shore. Her arms and legs were beginning to feel heavy, but she kept going. She was so close.

Finally, panting and shivering, she crawled up the jagged rocks of the shore, avoiding the particularly sharp ones. It was dark underneath the dock with only some light filtering through from above.

She heard the shifting of stones ahead of her and realized that she might not be the only one down here. She reached for her belt and unsheathed her dagger as a precaution. Walking as quietly as she could, Quinn moved down the shoreline, nearing the end of the docks.

Suddenly, there was a burst of light as the ship turned on its lights, preparing to leave. It flooded the space with light and she saw two figures ahead of her. Tensing, Quinn held her dagger ahead of her as her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness.

Two terrified pairs of eyes stared at her. They were just little kids, two boys in ragged denim. They held up their hands, showing that they were no threat. The bigger boy stood slightly ahead of the other. “We’ve got nothing for you,” he said, voice shaking a little.

He was afraid of her. Both of them were.

“I don’t need anything from you, I’m just passing by, alright?” she said.

They both nodded and as the ship began to move away, she carefully stepped around them. Once past them, Quinn strode quickly out from under the docks.

Suddenly, something grabbed at the back of her shirt and Quinn was lifted into the air and deposited ungracefully onto the wooden planks of the dock.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, picking herself up quickly. Her next complaint died in her throat as she saw the person who had grabbed her. She stared up at the ugliest face she had ever seen. Mottled grey-green skin and filthy teeth leering at her, grinning.

It wasn’t until he began speaking in a language that she vaguely recognized from history lessons that she realized: he was a goblin.

Seeing that she had no clue what he was saying, he switched to English. “Tryin’ to escape on the ship, eh?”

Quinn shook her head, quickly trying to regain confidence. “Of course not.”

He guffawed and slung her over his shoulder, striding down the dock towards the city. Quinn struggled, but there was no point. He stopped where the city began and tossed her unceremoniously into an alleyway. “Don’t let me catch you around here again,” he warned, walking away.

Groaning, Quinn looked out to sea, just in time to see the ship – her last connection to Auradon – slip through the barrier.

•••

The city was full of – almost seemed to be built with – shadows, in various shades of darkness. Quinn had taken off her outer clothes to fit in better, but the damp denim still restricted her movements a little.

There were a lot of people out and about for the time of night. They huddled in groups outside shops and ran down alleyways. Quinn tried to keep her head down even though she wanted to stare and take everything in. Even though most Auradonians would classify her surroundings as grungy and gross, she found them oddly fascinating. Flickering neon signs advertised for “Tremaine’s Curl up and Dye” and “Gaston’s Gentleman’s Pub.” Particularly loud guffaws came from the latter and she crossed on the other side of the street. She knew Gaston’s reputation.

As she was looking back at the pub, something tripped her up and she fell to the ground. Quinn heard snorts and laughter from behind her and quickly got to her feet.

“You’d better watch where you’re going,” said a girl with short, spiky red hair in studded black and pink leather. Her voice was exaggeratedly sweet and she smirked at the younger girl beside her. This girl also wore black and pink leather and had the same colour hair, which was worn in cornrows into a ponytail.

Getting back on her feet, Quinn tried to look confident. “Me look out? You were the one who was in the way.”

She tilted her head to the side and her smirk turned into the most terrifying grin Quinn had ever seen. The other girl – probably her sister – smiled in anticipation, stepping back a little.

“Well,” said the older girl. “Aren’t we feeling cocky tonight.” She stepped towards Quinn. “Do you know who I am, lowlife?”

She sounded so much like the girls in Auradon that Quinn felt her blood boil. Except they would always reference their parents’ reputations, not their own. “No, I don’t,” she said, standing her ground. “And I don’t really care about knowing the identities of lowlifes, as you say.”

The girl drew her tongue over her lips and took off her jacket, handing it to her sister. Drawing an elegant rapier from her belt, she took a defensive stance. “Well, let’s see who the lowlife is, then.”

Quinn drew her dagger quickly, earning her another smirk from the terrifying redhead. “Our weapons aren’t exactly equal,” she said.

“You should’ve thought of that earlier,” she said, attacking immediately.

By sheer luck, Quinn managed the block the stroke with her dagger. The girl pushed the blade nearer to her, but Quinn shoved it aside.

Quinn watched her blade for the next attack, but as she seemed to attack her right side, she slipped around Quinn’s left and kicked at the back of her knees. Quinn fell to the ground, turning towards the girl as quickly as she could, rolling out of the way of her rapier. Her eyes glinted in the faint light from the streetlights. She loved to fight.

Scrambling to her feet, Quinn held her dagger out in front of her. If only girls had learned more combat in Auradon. Unfortunately, even in Sherwood, the line was drawn at archery and quarterstaffs.

The girl looked over at her sister, rolling her eyes.

Overconfident.

Quinn ran at her, taking the girl’s move and pretending to go for her stomach and, as she blocked Quinn’s blade with hers, Quinn tried to punch her in the face. She managed to block this as well, but looked – at least, Quinn thought – impressed. Then she tossed Quinn to the ground.

Before Quinn could get up, the girl was on top of her, Quinn’s own dagger to her throat. “If we were more evenly matched, I probably would kill you,” she said. “But you’re boring me, so I’ll just leave you with a reminder.” She quickly sliced a cut on Quinn’s cheek, almost from her ear to her mouth. It was not deep, but it hurt. “Learn to fight before you pick one.”

She got up, still holding Quinn’s dagger, and began to walk away. Then she turned back and threw it towards Quinn’s face. She closed her eyes, bracing for impact, but it embedded itself in the dirt beside her head. “And I’m Skyla,” she said.

Her sister pulled Quinn to her feet by her collar. “I’m Scarlett,” she said with a smile that quickly disappeared, “and I would’ve been less lenient,” she sneered, punching her square in the nose.

Quinn stumbled against the wall as she heard their retreating footsteps. Hand over her nose, which was pouring blood, she quickly grabbed her dagger and hurried farther down the alleyway to be alone.

Trying not to cry, she sat against a brick wall in the darkness. The cut of her cheek stung and her nose throbbed and her entire body was sore from all of today’s events. Quinn dug the cap from her backpack and used it to wipe the blood from her hands and face before holding it to her nose.

It was starting to dawn on her that perhaps she was not cut out to live here. Even what she had learned in Sherwood seemed cushy compared to here. She may look the part, but she most certainly did not have the required skills.

Eventually, her nose stopped bleeding and the cut began to scab over. Quinn wiped away the few tears that had escaped against her will and shoved the bloody hat into her bag. She was here now and so she had to learn to survive here. And clearly, that meant avoiding conflict until she was able to handle it.

But first, she needed some rest. Nobody seemed to be coming down this alleyway, so Quinn curled up in the corner behind some foul-smelling trash cans, using her backpack as a pillow. It was much less comfortable than her bed at Auradon Prep, but she was exhausted, so she fell asleep quickly.

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Sogo Osaka Birthday Photobook Rabbit Chat Part 4: The Past Feeds The Present

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

Tsumugi: Sogo-san. Today, I've called someone even you probably didn't expect.

Tsumugi: We've called in all sorts of people for the other rabbit chat projects up until now, so I'm sure you were full of anticipation... Are you ready?

Sogo: Good work, manager.

Sogo: No matter who I thought it might be, I always ended up dismissing it as impossible...

Sogo: I wonder who it is...

Sogo: It's someone who knows me well, right?

???: Well that's mean, Sogo. Are you saying you don't remember me, even though I let you crash at my place when you had nowhere to go?

Sogo: Huh!?!?

Sogo: Um

Sogo: What!?

Tsumugi: Thank you for agreeing to help with this project! I'm very grateful that you accepted this invitation when you're so busy.

Tsumugi: I'd like for you to take this opportunity to tell us your impressions on the Sogo Photobook I gave you earlier, or relay any messages you may have for Sogo-san.

Gou: It's Gou. Remember me?

Gou: I couldn't throw away that huge unopened bottle of tabasco you left here, so it's been bothering me.

Sogo: Wai

Sogo: Gou-kun..?

Sogo: Seriously?

Sogo: Is that really you?

Gou: The one and only. Your unintentional rudeness sure hasn't changed.

Sogo: I'm really sorry... You were a big help back then...

Gou: I hear you've been sleeping outside and in net cafés, so I let you stay at my place out of pity

Gou: Then all of a sudden you tell me you're going to be an idol and just leave. You break my heart.

Gou: Anyways, why do you keep sending me stuff every month? The last time it was crab, and before that, an urchin assortment.

Gou: I'd rather you show your face around here.

Sogo: Sorry, somehow I couldn't forget about how you took me in, and it felt too difficult to come see you...

Gou: You're such a rude guy!

Gou: Hey, Ms.Manager, how's this guy now that he's an idol? Is he still doing horror movie endurance marathons?

Tsumugi: Horror movie..!? Um, the other members sometimes tell me he's reading books with scary titles.

Sogo: Aaaaaah, don't tell her that, Gou-kun...

Gou: I lost sleep because of you.

Sogo: You could've just not watched them.

Gou: The room was so small that I saw them even if I didn’t want to!

Gou: Also, you really need to stop saying things like "That's breaking and entering..." while you watch them!

Sogo: I was studying law back then, so I couldn't help it...

Gou: That's right. You should've just gone straight to law school.

Sogo: That's

Tsumugi: Do you still oppose Sogo-san's decision to take this path..?

Gou: I do. The times are constantly changing with idols and show biz. Going under.

Gou: I don't wanna see that happen to you. So badly that I still want you to return over here.

Sogo: But you still agreed to this project.

Gou: Shut up

Sogo: You haven't changed, either.

Gou: I

Gou: Read this book

Gou: The Sogo Photobook.

Gou: I could more or less tell what about you has stayed the same, and what hasn't

Sogo: Yeah.

Gou: I figured your good sides are still there. And conversely, meeting likeminded guys has made you look a little different, too.

Sogo: For example?

Gou: Stop interrogating me... This is pretty embarrassing, y'know

Gou: Your eyes are surprisingly sharp, but when you smile and your eyebrows are raised, it gives you a softer feel.

Gou: And your love for tabasco's still the same. You're more mellow now, Sogo. There were some people who avoided you because they couldn't tell what you're thinking, but I thought you were really easy to read

Sogo: I wonder if I'm easy to read

Sogo: I wonder if I'm able to express my happiness and enjoyment

Gou: I've known you for a long time and that's how it looks to me, at least.

Sogo: I see...

Sogo: I see!

Sogo: Thank you, Gou-kun. I'm glad I got to talk to you. And manager, too. I didn't think it would turn out like this. This was a happy surprise

Tsumugi: I thought I'd call someone who knows your past well...

Tsumugi: I'm relieved that you like it...

Sogo: I'm really grateful to you, Gou-kun. And I did plan on getting in touch with you properly some day.

Sogo: You need to treasure your friends.

Gou: Exactly. Treasure me too, not just music.

Sogo:

Gou:

Tsumugi: I'll list a few questions from the questionnaire we prepared beforehand now.

Choices/outcomes:

1. Have you managed to resolve all your baggage?

Sogo: To tell you the truth, I haven't... But I've told the other members everything, and I feel like fighting it.

2. Have you ever thought about quitting?

Sogo: Not because I've gotten tired of it myself. But I have, because I didn't want to trouble others any more than this...

3. Don't you regret it?

Sogo: I can say this with absolute confidence. I don't regret my choice.

Sogo: It feels strange to be talking to you again, Gou-kun.

Gou: I can definitely tell you're more "free" than you ever were before.

Gou: But I'm always going to be against you being an idol

Sogo: Thank you, Gou-kun.

Gou: Why are you thanking me

Sogo: You were always worried about me.

Sogo: You never left me to my own devices. I think I may have relied on you too much because of that.

Gou: Can you stop acting sweet all of a sudden?

Tsumugi: I feel like I'm seeing a new side of Sogo-san.

Gou: Sogo, are you trying to act cool in front of your manager?

Sogo: Wha

Sogo: I'm not trying to act cool! It's just that I treat her differently from you, since she's a girl.

Gou: Don't panic, lol

Gou: Well, one thing's annoyingly clear to me.

Gou: You've found a place where you belong

Sogo: That's true.

Sogo: But the reason I'm here is because you helped me.

Gou: There's no way I could've left someone that worn-out be!

Gou: I don't know about IDOLiSH7 or MEZZO" or whatever, but you need to tell people when you're having a hard time.

Gou: Because even if you yell, there won't be anyone to interrupt you anymore.

Sogo: You're so kind, Gou-kun.

Sogo: You sort of remind me of that child.

Gou: Huh? I'm gonna get going. I've got work.

Sogo: Thank you so much.

Sogo: I'll contact you again.

Tsumugi: Thank you very much for your time. I'll come meet you personally in the future!

Gou: Ms.Manager

Tsumugi: Yes!

Gou: This guy's gone through a lot, so he's got his heart under lock and key. It's fucking hard to get him to open up, but really easy to get him to shut you out.

Gou: I don't exactly get idols, I'm against him being one, and I don't really give a rat's ass about the other members, either.

Gou: But that's the world Sogo's chosen. Try not to half ass this.

Tsumugi: Of course. The other members and I have been able to overcome countless things thanks to Sogo-san. He's always standing at the front, calmly watching over everything.

Tsumugi: I absolutely won't let him go under..!

Gou: Yeah. I'm counting on you

Gou: Seeya, Sogo.

Sogo: Yeah. Later.

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